nk e CUICAfiOAN February, 1932 Price 35 Cents QDnilve ^rietc K^ollection o/ ^yjjrernooii cJo J or cJebrncivy tens • MARTHA WEATHERED 1 Top, right: An evening sandal of crepe and moire. Black or white. Priced, during February, $8.90. Shoe Salon, Fifth Floor. Top, left: An enchanting satin sandal. Black or -white. During February, $7.50. Young Moderns'' Shoes, Fifth Floor. Center, right: Smart 3 -eyelet tie of black or brown kid. Priced, during February, $7.50. Young Moderns^ Shoes, Fifth Floor. Center, left: A new spectator model of white buck with brown calf. During February, $8.75. Young Moderns'' Shoes, Fifth Floor. Lower, right: A trim oxford of black or brown calf with alligator. During Febru ary, $10.25. Women's Shoes, Fifth Floor. Lower, left: The classic step-in pump of black or brown kid. Priced, during Febru ary, $10.25. Women's Shoes, Fifth Floor. I E B R U A R Y It's a big month in the world of shoes . . . February, the month of Field's spectacular sale of footwear. Thirty -two years ago this event was inaugurated. Even then, all of our regular lines and all of our special lines of shoes were included in the reductions. The response of our patrons was tremendous and we gained many new friends who have become regular customers. Every year as our business has increased in volume our values have become more important. This year, we are able to offer more outstanding reductions, more varied selections than ever. All of our sections take part in this sale . . . the fifth floor, fourth floor and basement of the main store, the second floor and basement of The Store for Men, and our Lake Forest, Evanston and West Suburban stores. We are anxious to serve our old friends and to make new ones during this month. MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY February, 1932 aran STAGE (Curtains, 8:30 and 2:30 p. m.; matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless otherwise indicated.) zJxfusical MARCHING BT— Great Northern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Janice Joyce, Guy Robertson and Solly Ward in an operetta about love and war on the AustrcRus' sian front. Evenings, $3.85. Wednesday matinee, $2.50; Satur- day, $3.00. RHAPSODY IN BLACK— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Ethel Waters heads a company of colored entertainers in a better than ordinary colored revue. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $1.50. THE CHOCOLATE SOLDIER— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Revival of the Straus operetta with Vivienne Segal and Charles Purcell in the leading roles. Evenings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.50. Matinees, $2.50. BLUE BIRD REVUE— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Russian revue, altogether unique. Headed by Yascha Yushny who acts as master of ceremonies. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. EVERYBODY'S WELCOME — Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Adaptation of Up Pops the Devil with Frances Williams, Oscar Shaw, Ann Pennington, Cecil Lean and Albertina Rasch girls. Eve nings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. THE BAND WAGON— Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. Fred and Adele Astaire, Helen Broderick and Frank Morgan in a super- show with practically no 'weakness es of any kind. Evenings, $3.50; Saturday, $3.85. Matinees, $3.00. Opening February 14. 'Drama GRAND HOTEL — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Centra! 8240. What goes on in a Berlin hotel while people are killing, stealing, seducing, cheating. Eu genie Leontovich heads an excep tionally able cast. Don't think of missing it. Evenings, $3.00. Mati nees, $2.00. AS HUSBAHDS GO— Blackstone, 67 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Rachel Crothers' comedy about a middle aged lady from Dubuque who seeks romance in Paris, but re turns and stays with her husband. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. FATA MORGANA— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Morgan Farley, of the original cast, in a revival of the famous Hungarian comedy. The Dramatic League's fifth offering. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees. $2.00. COUNSELLOR -AT -LAW — Sel- wyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Paul Muni, supported by an excellent cast, as lawyer who is nearly disbarred, but finally makes good; bv Elmer Rice. Evenings, $3.00. Saturdav matinees, $2.50; Thursday. $2.00. c 0 N T E N T S Page 1 SOUTHERN SANDS, by Burnham C. Curtis 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 WHERE TO DINE 13 EDITORIAL COMMENT 15 CHICAGO ANA. conducted by Donald Plant 19 DINNER AND THE OPERA, by Durand Smith 20 CLARENCE DARROW, by Jordan 21 LINCOLN THE POLITICIAN, by Lloyd Lewis 24 SCIENCE ON PARADE, by Ruth G. Bergman 27 HELLO HAVANA, by Dr. O. E. Van Alyea 28 DRAWINGS, by Edgar Britton 29 NIGHT SCENES, by Beatrice Kirk 30 ALBUM CHICAGOANS, by Jane Spear King 31 URBAN PHENOMENA, by Virginia Skinkle 32 MITZI MAYFAIR, by Jordan 33 ZIEGFELD PRESCRIBES, by William C. Boyden 34 A DAY ON OLYMPUS (ILL.), by Milton S. Mayer 35 MELVIN A. TRAYLOR, by Oskar J. W. Hansen 36 CHARCOALS, by Helen Wallace 37 POSES, by Paul Stone-Raymor 40 GERTRUDE KEELEY MEMORIAL 41 MODERN CHICAGO CANVASES 43 WHAT'LL WE DO WITH IT? by C. J. Bulliet 45 LINCOLN IN WASHINGTON, by Edward Everett Altrock 46 KARLETON HACKETT, by Jordan 47 RHAPSODY IN BLUE, by Robert Pollak 48 THORNTON WILDER, by Jordan 49 WASHINGTON TURNS TWO HUNDRED, by Susan Wilbur 51 EXPERIMENT IN RED, by Lucia Lewis 52 A NEW HIGH IN FACES, by Marcia Vaughn 53 CHEVALIER, by William R. Weaver 55 OF HATS, TWEEDS AND LACES, by The Chicagoenne 64 KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING, by Esther Kirkland 70 BARKS AND GROWLS, by B. M. Cummings Chicagoan photographs by Henry C. Jordan THE CHICAGOAN — William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, Martin Quioley, President. 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, 111. Harrison 0035. M. C. Kite, Advertising Manager. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson-Reilly, Bendix Building, Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Francisco. Subscrip tion $3.00 annually; single copy 35c. Vol. XII, No. 7. February, 1932. Copyright, 1932. Entered as second class matter August 19, 1931, at the Post Office at Chicago, Illinois, under the act of March 3, 1879. MOURNING BECOMES ELEC- TRA — Blackstone, 67 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Eugene O'Neill's saga revenge, incest, death in New England after the Civil War. The six hours may tire you, but it ought to be seen. Judith Anderson, Flor ence Reed, Crane Wilbur, Thurs ton Hall and Walter Abel head the cast. First play begins at 5:30 p. m. Dinner intermission, 7 to 8 p. m., when second play begins, followed immediately by the third. Prices, $4,00, $3.00, $2.50, $2.00, $1.50, $1.00. Opening February 15. ART GALLERIES ACKERMAN'S — 408 S. Michigan. Exhibition of old English inns, tea gardens and houses of the 18th and 19th Centuries in scarce prints, paintings and drawings. ANDERSON'S— 536 S. Michigan. Exhibition of paintings by old and modern masters. Etchings, mezzo tints and fine prints. BROWN-ROBERTSON CO. — 302 Palmer House Shops. Black and white etchings by Louis ^Vhirter, J. Paul Verrees and J. C. Von- drous. GALLERY OF MODERN LIFE — Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. International exhibition of chil' dren's art from Africa, India, Mex ico, Europe and the United States. THE CHICAGO GALLERIES AS SOCIATION— 220 N. Michigan. Exhibition of paintings by Mid- West artists — Irma Rene Koen, Orrin A. White, Oscar E. Berning- haus, Grant Wood, Dixie Selden and Gerald Cassidy. CINEMA ART THEATRE — 151 E. Chicago Avenue. Exhibition of paintings of flowers by H. H. Max Herzog. Through March 5. M. KHOEDLER & CO. — 622 S. Michigan. Exhibition of paintings by George Josimovich. Water colors by Eric Mose. INDIAN TRADING POST— Italian Court, 619 N. Michigan. Exhibi tion of "contemporary Mexico"; Mexican popular crafts. 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. Exhibition of paintings of Mexico by H. Dudley Murphy and Nellie Littlehale Murphy. Till February 13. Etchings by Mar garet Lewis. INCREASE ROBINSON — Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Exhibi tion of portrait drawings by Con- stantine Pougialis. Till February 19. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES — 414 S. Michigan. Harrison 3171. Seasonal exhibition of fine prints and drawings. Miscellaneous lith ographs by miscellaneous artists. TATMAN, INC.— 625 N. Mich igan. English china; modern and antique crystal service; lamps and furniture. SOUTH SHORE ART SCHOOL — 1542 E. 58th St. Dorchester 4643. Exhibitions of the work of day Kelly art students, also much of Mr. Kelly's own work. GERRIT VANDERHOOGT — 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 2935. Ex hibition of contemporary etchings. YAMANAKA & CO. — 846 N. Michigan. Chinese and Japanese art objects; oriental paintings of all kinds. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later MAILLARD'S — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Pleasant surround ings and people and a moderately snooty luncheon, tea and dinner place. They'll be glad to check your dog, too. M. Moulin is in charge. GRAYLING'S — 410 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7600. Catering to the feminine taste, but there's a grill for men in the rear. Well patron ized by nice people. And right at the Bridge. The Chicagoan blue in a scintillating range of hues from ice blue to navy is first choice of Mandel Brothers Costume Shop for Spring. This means it will be first in the hearts of those fashionable Chicagoans who are guided by the discriminating taste of Nelle Diamond, its manager. Witness this arrogant suit, just one of a whole edition! It gains prestige by its Rodier woolen fabric, its casual air, and by the distinctive print of its triple sheer blouse. $68. The Costume Shop Under the Management of Nelle Diamond MANDEL BROTHERS a store of youth . a store of fashion . a store of moderate price February, 1932 L'AIGLOH — 22 E. Ontario. Del aware 1909. French and Creole dishes prepared by a competent kitchen. There are private dining rooms and an altogether pleasant orchestra. M. Teddy Majerus over sees. GASTOH'S LOUISI ANE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. Here you will find dining still one of the arts and here too, the culinary art is even more than that. 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. ROCOCO HOUSE — 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish menu and unstinted hors d'oeuvres and an amazing variety of dishes. Works of Scandinavian craftsmen are also on view. Mrs. Palm is manager. HARDING'S COLOHIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Fa mous for its old fashioned Ameri can dishes, including corned beef and cabbage, and for service, effi ciency and a variety of foodstuffs. SHEPARD TEA ROOM — 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. Good foods at reasonable prices; in the arcade of the Arcade Building. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Abounding with noble Teutonic foodstuffs and the quiet of an old German Inn. For three decades Papa Gallauer, who will attend you, has kept his estab lishment what it is today. A BIT OF SWEDEN — 1011 Rush. Delaware 1492. European cooking and atmosphere. Famous for its smorgasbord. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. An astonishing selection of deli cacies from the deep; wonderfully prepared. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. Here you may have luncheon, tea, dinner and even breakfast in a most modern setting. There's the lovely Diana Court, too. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dear born 1800. Always a substantial menu and, as you know, when bet ter coffee is made there'll still be no orchestral din at Henrici's. NINE HUNDRED — 900 N. Michi gan. Delaware 1187. A very knowing place; for one thing, there's the cuisine, and for another, if that be necessary, the at mosphere. PICCOLO'S— 183 W. Madison. Dearborn 5531. Unique French and Italian restaurant where pop ular prices prevail. CHARM HOUSE— 800 Tower Court. A new establishment bring ing to Chicago the same food that has been enjoyed and so well served in Charm House in Cleveland for four years. MT. ARARAT— 226 E. Huron. Delaware 1000. Armenian cui sine; something different that ought to be tried. Host M. Jacques (who has exhibited at the Art Institute) has done the interior himself. HYDE PARK CLUB— 53rd at Lake Park. On the roof of the bank building. Excellent luncheon and dinners. Also, perfectly suited for dances, private parties and so on. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Building. For luncheon, tea or dinner and no matter where you are, if you are around Town at all, you aren't too far from one of the three. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Russian-European catering and a SANDOR PRESENTS THE FOURTEENTH ESCUTCHEON OF HIS SERIES TO THE TOWN'S LEADING MUSICAL DIRECTOR concert string trio during dinner hours. CHEZ LOUIS— 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and American catering and private din ing rooms. M. Louis Steffen has his former staff with him. MME. GALLI'S— 18 E. Illinois. Delaware 2681. Here one finds stage and opera celebrities and ex cellent Italian cuisine. ^Corning — Noon — Nigh t 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. 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. 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. 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. Mauric Sherman plays for tea dances. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL - 5300 Block, Sheridan Road. Long- beach 6000. Charlie Agncw 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. SEHECA HOTEL 200 E. Chest nut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe arc hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. HOTEL BELMONT 3 156 Sheri dan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A Paris trained chef who prepares delicious dinners which arc prop erly served hy alert, quiet waiters. BLACKSTONE HOTEL 6 56 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The traditionally fine Blackstone food and service. Margraff directs the String Quintette. Otto Staach is maitrc. PEARSOH HOTEL 190 E. Pear son. Superior 8200. Here you wi'l 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 maitrc. GEORGIAN HOTEL --422 Davis Street. Greenlcaf 4100. Fine serv ice, and foods. Where Evanston- ians and far-northsiders art apt to be found dining. HOTEL WINDERMERE — E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Famous throughout the years as a delightful place to dine. Two dining rooms; no dancing. Dinners, $2.00 and $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. Gilford is in charge. 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. 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. Dusk Till Dawn CAFE WINTER GARDEN— 519 Diverscy Parkway. Diversev 6039. Gus Arnheim and his Coconut Grove orchestra play and the same old Dempster Road Dells spirit pre vails. BLACKHAWK— 139 N. Wabash. Dearborn 6262. Herbie Kay and his orchestra play. Service is alert and Blackhawk cuisine has always been known as perfect. TERRACE GARDENS — Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 9600. Don Pedro 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. 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. Harry Glynn is m. c. and The Four Horsemen play. No cover charge. CLUB AMBASSADEUR — 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. A clever floor show; Al Handler and his band. VANITY FAIR— Broadway at Grace. BLickTngbarn~J^254. Floor show, four every evening7~Tmd_JLeo Wolf and his orchestra. No cover charge. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Dela ware 0808. Chinese and Southern menus and Gypsy Lenore heads the floor show. Furlett's band play. CASA GRANADA — 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Harley Parham and his Harlem Knights play. No cover charge. Al Quod- bach oversees. THE RUBAfYAT— 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 arc back again. Ed Fox is in charge. CLUB DIXIE — 606 N. Clark. Dela ware 0421. Floor show and Jimmy Noone and his orchestra. No cover charge. 6 The Chicagoan JiJMJiJinLiJEJinuinjimnuiJifijmrajMjiiimmw^ ~Tkefh 'aWLCJVL. PACKARD ^Standard ELiaht Sedan delivered in Chicago Jftig, Powerful, Distinguished and jMLoderately Priced The Packard Standard Eight is the most popular car Packard has ever designed and built in all its thirty-two year history of fine car manufacture. Big, powerful, luxurious in both appearance and in riding comfort, the Standard Eight has literally filled its owners with a new en thusiasm for motoring. The Packard Standard Eight Series of fers thirteen beautiful models on 130 and 137 inch wheelbase chassis. AH are equipped with Packard Ride Control, the original system including shock absorb ers adjustable from the dash. The im proved new Packard straight-eight engine is "floated" on rubber mountings. The superbly beautiful new bodies, Packard designed and built, are completely insu lated against both sound and tempera ture. Shatter-proof glass is standard in windshield and all windows. Interiors are richly appointed. Nothing has been omitted which could add to your com fort, safety, driving ease and pride of possession. And now Packard makes available on all Standard Eight Models, its new Silent Synchro-mesh Transmission, quiet in all three forward speeds, and Finger Con trol Free-Wheeling, both as optional equipment at no extra cost. • a • Come to our showrooms and see this famous Packard Standard Eight. Drive it, both in traffic and on the open road. You will want to own it! Factory prices range from $2250 to $3250. CL^t^K. tTLC yvutyi. -VUTLCr- (swryZsA- crytje- PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO 2357 South jMLichigan Avenue 1735 E. Railroad Ave., Evanston - 3156 Sheridan Road - 925 Linden Ave., Hubbard "Woods nranuifiraiijijijinuijijifirarafiJiJiJiriJiJiiiJinw February, 2932 7 Unique Russian Restaurant MAISONETTE RUSSE Luncheon $.75 Dinner $1.50 Special attention given to bridge luncheons or dinner parties in private rooms Russian Folk Songs by Miss Mary Sava and Mr. Sankajevsky Piano Solo by Louis Laughlin Formerly Stars of the Petrush\a Club Diversey and Sheridan Lakeview 105S4 MM* I**** enters «*£ thnner, w 9-30 ri cover CWS *toTft ^n ner person— ^n. •^ *^o0|£j?t dinner m ^^^ V^> otf* ^ea*oi it* V^o o*** 8 The Chicagoan apartment homes beautiful n all desirable residential districts On your request we sift out the really distinctive apartment homes most li\ely to appeal to you. 1400 Lake Shore Drive (Unfurnished) 4-5-6 Rooms Gold Coast Smart Chicago's Town House . . A fine home near the Loop, overlooking the Lake, Lincoln Park Extension and beach . . Tinted tile baths, showers, cedar-lined wardrobes, cabinet radiators. Surprisingly moderate rentals. Phone :::::: Whitehall 4180 1337 Fargo Avenue (Unfurnished) 3-4-5 Rooms Rogers Park Like an Etching . . for refined people de siring the utmost in home-making possi bilities and nearness to the Lake . . All conveniences, including switchboard and elevator service. Phone :::::: Briargate 6000 1263 Pratt Boulevard (Furnished and Unfurnished) 2-3-4 Rooms Rogers Park Luxuriously Furnished . . All the warmth, tasteful color and artistic placement of furnishings done by ranking interior dec orators. Unfurnished . . Delightful room arrange ment, spacious living rooms, large dinettes, ultra modern kitchens, ample closet space. Phone :::::: Briargate 0300 1501-7 Hinman Avenue (Unfurnished) 7-8 Rooms Evanston, Illinois Fine Appointments . . Lovely Old Eng lish exterior fronting a quiet residential street and overlooking Raymond Park . . 3 and 4 baths . . High speed transportation to Loop . . Garage in connection . . Holly- court 1617. HOKANSON 8C JENKS, Inc. 513 Davis St. : : Phone Greenleaf 1617 3520 Sheridan Road (Unfurnished) 3 to 6 Rooms Belmont Harbor An Address bespeaking quiet dignity, cul ture and refinement . . Every modern home convenience offered . . Every serv ice faithfully performed . . Overlooking Lincoln Park and the Lake. Phone : : : : : Bittersweet 3722 1000 Loyola Avenue 2zand32 Rooms J*i!' * MM ¦ as ar y ' XT £> It*1 T I ._ J £ ac 1 1 iftM, Rogers Park Four and Five Room Efficiency . . Right on the water's edge Quiet surroundings. Rentals include elec. refrig eration, light, gas, carpeting and window washing service; extra pivot beds. Loyola "L" Express to Loop. Phone :::::: Sheldrake 6240 When we find a number of just the \ind of apartment you are see\ing, we refer this personal' ized list to you. 7<[o charge for this service. at rentals to suit individual requirements CENTRAL RENTAL SERVICE A TRUE PUBLIC SERVANT 69 WEST WASHINGTON STREET - - DEARBORN 7740 You May Apply Direct to Managers at the Buildings February, 1932 isit the Beautiful PITTSFIELD BUILDING S el ect ed shops of the most excl usive type where real quality and value are assured CHICAGO'S LEADING SHOP AND PROFESSIONAL BUILDING &>W7*Mm WABASH AND WASHINGTON STREETS • OPPOSITE MARSHALL FIELD' S • 10 The Chicagoan SHOPS IN THE PITTSFIELD BUILDING Jft) fiW Pri^e Cups, Trophies, Medals, Athletic Figures, and Emblems THE TROPHY SHOP Room 534, Pittsfield Bldg. Randolph 04,73 QUALITY CLOTHIERS $50-#75 Suits for $33.50 to $58.50 Shirts and Furnishings 30% Off McClive-Dunn 8C Masters 3rd Floor, Pittsfield Bldg. FRENCH PERSONNEL SERVICE A placement bureau for dis criminating Chicagoans. High class help for Offices - Clubs Hotels ' Restaurants Specialty Shops - Homes Miss Ruth French Room 1431, Pittsfield Bldg. Telephone Staff 3371 Always Particular LOOP ^ FLOWER SHOP Cor. Washington and Wabash Randolph 2788 ™* Uny,tilt*d'h!Sl e?P°*ed fey dress no ^ er ">e city li . ° lifts* Elegance Without Extravagance ! Genuine Smartness — Individuality at Modest Cost. Your Hat Should Reflect Your Personality. **rp&* Edna May Millinery Importer Hand made hats styled for the individual. Copies of domestic and foreign models. Suite 632 55 E. Washington St. Telephone Dearborn 2612 Belzer &Noren Importing Tailors Serving a clientele of conservative well dressed Chicagoans Business suits Now $90.00 and $100.00 Suite 741 Pittsfield Building Telephone State 8857 Miniature Portraits On porcelain and ivory. Copies from old photos and daguerreotypes. Portrait Drawings Oil Paintings Wor^ of the highest quality for discriminating people. Reasonable prices. Benjamin S. Kanne Studio Room 1822, Pittsfield Bldg. Telephone Dearborn 11903 February, 1932 11 ^ohn Q^ Smyth PARK YOUR CAR We offer you free parking service. Drive up to our doors, an attendant will park your car and return it when you leave. TAXI OVER FREE from any point in the Loop or any down town railroad station. We pay on your ar rival. You are under no obligation to buy. 3 GLIMPSES INTO AN EMPIRE BEDROOM GOOD HOUSEKEEPING STUDIO ROOM REPRODUCED ON OUR FIFTH FLOOR THE Dressing Table Group above con sists of four charming pieces done in the French manner and enameled in old ivory. It makes good use of a small space. Drop-leaf Table with two drawers, $85 Three-panelled folding Mirror for $48 French Stool covered in coral velvet, $49 Arm Chair upholstered in small figured ivory damask/ loose down cushion, $98 THE Chest of Drawers illustrated above is completely Empire in design and color and is an unusually well executed piece. It is both beautiful and commo dious and moderately priced at $123 Oblong Mirror decorated to match, $39 Urns of antique yellow tole, each, $5 Bookends of wood, white and gold, $5 Waste Basket, ivory tole decorated, $7.50 THE Bed is very typical of this period with a sleigh-curved headboard and swan-head footboards. It is enameled in old ivory, trimmed in black and gold, $68 Night Table, lyre-shaped pedestal, $26 • The Good Housekeeping Studio Rooms are reproduced in Chicago exclusively at the John M. Smyth Store. The room shown here may now be seen on our 5th floor OPEN EVERY MONDAY AND SATU R DAY EVENING UNTIL 10 P. M, 12 The Chicagoan CHICAGOAN Reflection Sans Point \X 7^ wouldn't trade jobs with Hoover. Well — of course — but we V V wouldn't trade with Emmerson, either, nor Cermak, nor any of these distinguished gentlemen's predecessors or successors. What we mean is that this desk, strewn as it ever is with manuscript and free of obligation, is precisely the one we should choose if choice of all the desks in the world or none were our prerogative. We are pretty sure you don't care, but we're going to tell you a few reasons, if only because the desk is the one that it is and an earnest printer has been 'phoning to ask what we're going to use for an editorial page this month. It always turns out that way. When we've successfully closed the gap between this assertion and the lower right hand corner of the page, if we do close it, we'll have nothing to do but lounge back in our chair and wait thirty days until time to write another editorial page. Of course we'll resolve to keep our wits about us, our eyes and ears open for striking material to enlarge upon next month, and of course we shan't do it. Nevertheless, we'll see and hear a great num ber of things worth mentioning (who does not, in Chicago?) and they'll be duly mentioned. Not by us, but by associates more facile of pen and expert in the civilised subjects ... if you gather, hope fully, that our associate editors have just about edited us out of our page you must be beginning to understand why we wouldn't trade jobs with — well, Curtis. 'We're inclining more and more toward the conviction, which we seem to remember having spoken of before, that we're not an editor at all. Certainly we do no editing. We're more spectator than par ticipant in the editing that goes on. February comes, suggesting Lincoln, who suggests Lloyd Lewis, and a 'phone call to Lloyd brings a better Lincoln story than we could ask to read in anybody'? maga zine. Opera ends its season and Durand Smith drops in with a keener suggestion about it all than the hardworking music critics of the Town have been able to contrive in a year of earsplitting devotion to duty. Beatrice Kirk, having written for French and Italian publication until weary, tries an article in English and shows it to Arthur Meeker, Jr., who tells her exactly where to bring it. So it goes, day by day, while we sit comfortably by and wait for the time when, everything worth saying having been said about every thing worthwhile, we must wheel out our machine and try to conjure up a reason for operating it. The foregoing explanation that there really isn't any — that The Chicagoan is simply materialised by Chi cago minded Chicagoans out of the stuff that is Chicago, and wears no editor's collar — is a better reason than we've had since August. to press. We're not going to do any of the things traditionally done on occasions of this sort and we're not going to throw a party when we've finished (well, we don't plan to). We invite you, however, to attend. You'll not be bored. Speaking of Birthdays SPEAKING of birthdays, an old February custom, we're on the eve of one. It's five years, come March, since a brave little pamph let bearing the device atop this page bared its tender leaves to the lake breeze with hopes for the best and considerably more courage than encouragement. Five years are not a great many, but five such mad, glad, sad, crazily assorted and economically scrambled years as these have been are not encountered in a great many lifetimes. We're going to dedicate a proper portion of the March issue to a safe and sane celebration of our having survived them, especially '29. We're not going to tell you what we're going to do by way of celebration (and you mustn't assume that we don't know, for we do, for once) but we might as well mention a few things we're not going to do. We're not going to print messages of congratulation from the Mayor, the Governor, nor the President. And we're not going to pose the brilliant but not especially beautiful staff in Tuxedoes en route For a Five Foot Shelf MR. CLARENCE DARROW'S The Story of My Life is re viewed in this issue. Mr. Frank Lloyd Wright's autobiography will be reviewed in the next. Both books have a place on your five foot shelf of Chicago, and that shelf must be getting pretty well crowded by now. Ours has long since spilled over into half a dozen neigh boring shelves, in spite of our book-borrowing friends, and we trust you find yours the same. Have you scanned the titles lately? It's worth your while. You'll find a yard or more of gangster novels that you've forgotten are there, and wonder how they came to be written. You'll come upon the Lewis-Smith history of the Town's reputation and decide to read it again. There'll be a number of statistical volumes published by the University of Chicago Press, which you felt you ought to read some time, and there'll be books that are Chicago in name only. If you've been hoarding the works of Chicago writers you're likely to find prac tically anything. Perhaps you've space for it all. We haven't. Nor have we the tem perament required to make eliminations . . . we invariably sit down and begin reading the second book we pick up and forget what we set out to do. If you're that way, too, perhaps you'll join us in requesting Miss Wilbur to compile a proper five foot shelf and enable us all to restore order in the library. Let the request be issued forthwith. Political Policy WE have no political policy. That is, it is our political policy to have no political policy. We mention the fact for two reasons: First, because this is one of those years when the wary reader imagines he is being stalked by a political policy everywhere he goes, and usu ally is. Second, because the political circus is going to be a grand two- ring affair staged on our own backlot and we suspect we're not going to be able to refrain from doing something about it. We've never given much attention to politics before, nor to poli ticians, but the newspapers have made us politics conscious whether we like it or not. Incidentally, we don't. It was our professional interest that got us into the trouble. We'd always read the ~Njews at night and the Tribune in the morning, these being the most carefully proofread Chicago papers, and now look at the damn things. Or no, if you haven't, don't. They'll do the same to you. You'll find yourself checking the Tsjetus dispatches from Washington with the Tribune dispatches the morning after and turning, as we do, to the Hearst papers, of all places, to find out which of the gentlemen named Hoover is President. (The Hearst papers will give you the impression that someone named Garner is, but you'll know better than that.) You'll have to dig into the subject then, and before you know it you'll be forgetting who signed Hack Wilson for '32 and what became of Al Capone, all sorts of interesting things, to remember the name of your congressman and the relative strength of the major parties (by name) in both houses. It's all pretty dreadful. It gets into the blood, like horse racing or contract bridge, and nothing less than a bull market will get it out. If the several newspapers engaged in spreading the contagion will devote some intelligent effort to distributing that panacea we'll be pleased to forget the whole affair. v«* ^v* *s %& ^ *^ o* 6° * _a N^ ..*«* ^***>^--** .<*' c^V C^' o^v> <*jA<v' \seC <*» ^<«<V<>f V>><- f^%0. C*° ^e« <e« tf1 «iev &* <>^<<>^ ^f- * *v dt <A iV£ e^ t, *<r^* . *^*^>* ... gov AP^JS!*' 'iK^-V I* ^U*** o* Ca\ -<** W* ' * hYeS r^C •" ^r^ «*$£* Chicagoana An Eye and Ear to the Din and Whim of the Town Conducted by Donald Plant WASHINGTON, GEORGE (1732- 1799) is being remembered more than ever this month, because along about the 22nd up pops the 200th anniversary of the day of his birth, and the National Auto mobile Show has just left town, probably on tour, after a very full week at the Coliseum. But the funny thing about it all is that there has never been an automobile named after Geo. (At least we don't know of any and we've asked our automobile editor and he said no.) There have been cities, towns, states (one, anyway), colleges, universities, boats, a negro educator, a mountain, a fan-palm tree, a brand of coffee, streets, avenues, boulevards, parks, monuments and ever so many other things named after him, but no automobiles. There's a bridge too — the George Washing ton Memorial Bridge. It's over the Hudson and quite new, they say. But no automobiles. Maybe the automotive industry is just pretty smart. Maybe they think, as we do, that there are far too many memorials to the father of our country (as he is known to many) and that, now, his name is rather lacking in luster, impressiveness, picturesqueness. Several other presidents, though, have been honored by the Industry. Lincoln, Cleveland, Roosevelt. (Wasn't there a Grant car too?) And then there's the Pierce part of Pierce-Arrow, but we guess it wasn't Franklin they were thinking of when they decided on that name for their product. There was a Lafayette car once and there's the De Soto (father of wa ters, or something like that) and the Franklin and the Rockne, but they don't count. And there's the Hoover vacuum cleaner, but that doesn't count either. Two- for- Ones /^\NE week last month Eddie Cantor and George Jessel sat 'em on the rails at the Chicago theatre. The boys drew great crowds every day and there was usually a long line outside. The house did something like a $60,000 business and the comedians received $14,000 for the week. Cantor got the lion's share. But the house didn't make as much money as it should have made at that. When the performances were over about 1,500 people should have left, only they didn't. The aver age number leaving was about 400; the rest stayed to see the show again. And the house dropped a couple of thousand each time. But they didn't honor passes. Radio Show HpHE recent Radio-Electrical Show turned out to be pretty much of a flop, we thought. Maybe we expected too much of something or other. There were, however, a few interesting contraptions which might be nice to have around the home to make a hard life a bit easier. One was named Emle, pos sibly after the inventor's wife or maid servant. The Emle is a sort of washing machine which is attached to, and may be swung down and concealed under, the sink. It is operated by a quarter horse-power motor and has lots of accessories. It can be used as a mangier, cock tail mixer, dish washer, hair-dryer and a few more things, and it is moderately priced. There aren't many manufactured yet, they told us, but there will be, and they want dealers for territories or territories for dealers or some thing, too. The Singer Sewing Machine Company had its new model on exhibit. It's something that most women consider the biggest advance in household usefulness of the era. It's greatly superior to the old Singer models. It folds into a very good-looking, small cabinet table, something that wouldn't be out of place in any home. The machine has a complete self- ^4& W^ "of course she'd pick out a penthouse!' oiling system and it can make 1,600 stitches per minute as against the 400 odd stitches made by the old models. It does hemstitching, too, and people who know about such things tell us that the finished machine work is hard to distinguish from hand work. There were lots of people patronizing the record-making exhibit, too. There, you stepped in, talked into a microphone and in a few minutes were presented, gratis, with a record of your own voice. We didn't hear anybody crooning. And then there was the movie-size television screen. If anyone has had doubts about the public's interest in television, they were dispelled by a visit to the show. The giant, ten-foot images, shown for the first time in Chicago, were the largest ever trans mitted by television. The apparatus for these images, we learned, is entirely a local product. The inventor is a young scientific genius. His name is Ulises A. Sanabria and he is twenty-five years old. He was born out on the south side. His father was a musician and so was his grandfather, who was one time musical director of the old Grand Opera House here and, before that, director of the original Pinafore company. Un der their influence young Sanabria first turned to music and family legend has it that he was another boy-prodigy. But the boy-prodigy had other plans for himself and drifted into scien tific pursuits which finally led to his television research. He had proved his first theories of television, conceived when he was sixteen, by his eight eenth birthday. For five years he was un aware of the fact that anyone had ever thought about the transmission of images through space and didn't even know the word "television." He gave the first demonstration of his sys tem in 1925 before a group of noted engineers who decided that he would never be able to operate successfully under his theories. Never theless, he had proved them within the year and has been carrying on ever since. Young Sanabria was the first one to put television into the theatre as a medium of en tertainment. He gave over 150 consecutive four-a-day performances with only two inter ruptions, totalling forty seconds. He was the first, too, to broadcast via television a theatrical performance from one theatre to an other — in New York. And he constructed the first sight and sound station, here, and the first television station to operate on a daily eight-hour schedule, also in town. Sanabria comes from a rather illustrious family. His father's people were early settlers in Porto Rico. On his mother's side he is re lated to Davie Crockett, Hewitt, one of Cus ter's "last stand" lieutenants, Sir James Barrie and Pere Hyacinthe. And at present he is working on a new system which, he believes, will make television as perfect as the movies. February, 1932 15 zJlfatrons Annoyed "i WANT TO EXCHANGE THIS ONE-MAN DOC,!" ¦^Announcement A RETURNED traveller told one of our re- ¦**¦ porters about an English house party or something which he attended in Derbyshire while he was abroad. The family had en gaged a new maid who had never had much experience in service before. Among the guests were dignitaries of the church, state, army, navy and leisure class. The maid had been instructed in the proper address of the expected guests, but it was all pretty com plicated. She got along very nicely for a while and then in came an admiral of some rank or other, and, it seems, the maid got a bit panicky and uncertain about it all. The navy man had to be announced, of course, and the poor girl probably did the best she could under the straining circumstances. "This way, your Flagship," she said, and the be-medalled officer, a kindly man, let it pass and passed in. Chess Champ R. KUHNS was hemmed in by four brass posts and quite a substantial rope. From the outside, looking in, Mr. Kuhns found it most provocative and, as he stood before it in the Cafe de la Regence, spelling out the inscription, his fingers curled around the throat of an imaginary king. But there was no disturbance. No one no ticed. His fingers relaxed and he took on the appearance, once more, of Maurice S. Kuhns who was stopping in Paris on his return from the International Chess Tournament in Prague. Certainly he could not pass up the inlaid table so well roped off which, to a tour ist chess player, was a curio too immense to be portrayed in words to be acknowledged only by the mute clutching of the king's throat. "If this were Napoleon's chess table," he finally said, "I'd like to play on it." And because Mr. Kuhns has slipped past the half- century mark and is the kind of gentleman one wants to do things for, they lifted the rope, set up the table and invited him to play with his friends from the Tuileries Club. Then Mr. Kuhns moved his king over the table that had been undisturbed since Napoleon left Paris. It was Mr. Kuhns who received the Sir Hamilton Russell Trophy, won by the United States team in Prague last summer — the first time the cup has ever come to America. This trophy was presented to him last month by Frank J. Marshall, United States champion, at the former's home in the Chicago Beach Hotel. At this dinner chess players of Chicago and scores of others who had always wanted to play, and intended to begin then, had the pleas ure of watching Mr. Marshall play fifteen games simultaneously. And with what we know of chess, that was a job. rT",HE automatic elevator in a large north - -*- shore apartment building chose an awk ward moment, not long ago, to turn stubborn. By chance its occupants were two ladies, close neighbors but far from friends, and a girl. When the car stopped midfloors one matron, directing a lorgnette at the control buttons, pressed number after number with some im patience, but no result. Then, without a word, the second dame reached decisively past her neighbor and pushed the red alarm button. A porter, tenants, finally the engineer, responded to the bell — without avail. In the end both ladies, still loftily mute, were more or less hauled through the ceiling aperture of the stricken lift. Once free, uninjured, and a com fortable distance apart, however, they burst the dikes of reticent indignation — pulenty! Relics F\OWN in South Bend where there have always been horsemen named Miller, Layden, Elder, Carideo, Brill or Schwartz, there arc, also, a lot of horse-drawn vehicles. The Transportation Museum in the Stude- baker Administration Building has ever so many relics. There, row upon row, are ancient vehicles and ingenuous mechanisms — honored relics of past and present, of war and peace, of championship performance, skill and crafts manship. The exhibit is filled with memories of martyred presidents, famous soldiers and men whose works have merited recognition in the annals of the past. There you can sec the carriage Abraham Lincoln used while president, the open barouche in which he rode to Ford's theatre in Washington on that fatal April 14, 1865. Nearby stands the carriage in which President McKinley rode to the railroad station in Can ton, Ohio, to catch the train for Buffalo where he was assassinated. There, also, is the coach presented to Gen eral the Marquis de Lafayette by the grateful United States government upon the occasion of his return to America in 1824. Beside it is the carriage used by General Grant during his last term as president, as well as the brougham owned by President Harrison. And over in a far corner stands a fine exam ple of the famous Conestoga "covered wagon" — the traveling home of the pioneer. This par ticular vehicle was built by John Studebaker, father of the founders of the present corpora tion, in 1830. It was made entirely by hand, the wood parts being shaped with draw-shave and plane, and the iron parts hammered into shape on an anvil. Another interesting exhibit of ancient vehi cles exemplifies Studebaker's early skill in car riage and wagon building. Among them is the "Aluminum Wagon," made of box rosewood bordered in white holly, which took four hun dred, twenty-two and one-half days to com plete at a cost of $2,110.68. And then there is the Centennial Wagon which won first prize at the Philadelphia Centennial Exposition in 1876. It was ship-wrecked while en route to the Exposition and lay at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean for several weeks, but was in perfect condition when salvaged. There arc exhibits of a more sinister nature, too, recalling the more or less dark days of 1914- IS — military tractors, deep-sea mine an chors, various types of army wagons and 16 The Chicagoan equipments — all produced by Studebaker for the United States and allied governments. And then, of course, offering sharp contrast to the modes of travel of other days, is the modern group of Studebaker motor cars. Auditions jD ESPONDING to unobtrusive announce ments, hundreds of Chicagoans have been given auditions by the radio station of an evening paper. Anyone who thinks he or she may have talent is heard; and plenty have wondered. Yet the thing is no circulation stunt, judging from the lack of ballyhoo. They have held three audition periods weekly since Fall, with about twenty persons performing at each of them. Many have been given more than one trial, and a handful have been "put on the air." Most aspirants have never faced a microphone before. One at a time will stand oddly alone beside the sus pended cylinder in mid-floor — the new-type microphone that "hears" in all directions. Each seems like a youth in a college initiation com manded to make ardent love to a hat — except that a hat is more personal. "Don't tighten-up down here!" the young man in charge passes a hand across his abdo men, in general warning. "It absolutely ruins your chances." Whereat faces show even more tenseness. One after another takes his turn at the instrument, the others watching. "Just imagine you're in your own parlor," urges the staff pianist. No one seems con vinced. "Because when you tremble, it sure does something terrible in there!" He nods toward the glass-walled booth in which the official listens (via wire instead of ether) to the loudspeaker's verdict on each crooning, operatic, blues singing, or talking voice. It's great stuff. Rwvenswoodiana PERHAPS you've heard tell of Reverend Lloyd's cow. Perhaps you haven't. Any way, Reverend Lloyd's cow had a pleasant enough existence. Her only duty "was to sup ply milk to the twenty-five families that lived in Ravenswood back in 1870. The rest of her time was spent roaming through the lovely green grass between the minister's premises and those of his closest neighbor, Charles Chandler. But she became inquisitive one day and so put to an end that pleasant existence and, inci dentally, became the source of a story which is one of the legends of early Ravenswood. Reverend William A. Lloyd was Ravenswood's first minister, and was pastor of the Congregational Church, or ganized in 1870. The little community was quite isolated from the rest of the world, and the much beloved minister was rendering his neighbors a real service by keeping a cow, Betsey, which furnished fresh milk to them. It naturally perturbed him when, in one of her sallies through the grass and woods to the Chandler yard, she licked up the contents of a can of paint which she found there, and, sub sequently, died. "Charlie," said the minister, calling upon his friend the night of her death. "It's up to you to buy a new cow. Over and above senti mental reasons, you know Ravenswood needs a cow. You had no business leaving that can of paint open." "So!" replied neighbor Chandler. "I like you, Reverend Lloyd, and I'm sorry about Betsey. But you can't slip over anything like that on me. You're a minister, aren't you? Then why didn't you teach that cow of yours not to steal other people's paint?" And so into the night the argument about morals, principles, and ethics of cow conduct waged, with no satisfactory outcome. The next day a tribunal of local residents was formed, a collection taken, and a new cow bought. It's a far cry from that old Ravenswood with its unpaved streets and cabbage patches, to the present aspect of the thickly populated residential and business section of Chicago. In 1868 and later, Chicagoans, lured by the picturesque name "Ravenswood," derived from the name of the Indian chief, Raven, said to have lived in the heavily wooded district there, bought land from the original sub- dividers, the Ravenswood Land Company, and came out to live in "the country." A few of them commuted to the city on the Chicago and Northwestern. Mr. Van Allen, secretary of the Ravens wood Land Company, was the first white man to live there. The first lot, 50 by 165 feet, was sold in 1868 for $400, which is less than the price of one foot of property in some parts of Ravens wood today. Ping-Pong Tourney "JV/TUCH hardier than pee-wee golf (may its soul rest in peace), ping pong has come back strong again this winter. Our mail is full of tournament announcements and all over town, in hotels, clubs and homely cellars, the boys and girls are batting the little cellu loid ball around. The Interfraternity Club, in a brand new building on Wabash Avenue, sponsored the New York-Chicago matches last month and the Western Championship will be held on the 26th and 27th of February in the Grand Ball Room of the Palmer House. The intercity matches were very swanky. Avery Brundage accepted the post of honorary referee. The various ball-boys and umpires appeared in dinner coats, and the show was run off with professional precision. On the colorful New York team were the sharks of Westchester County, the ping pong center of the universe from all we hear. W. Chester Wells, the captain, teaches romance languages up in Westport or someplace. The brilliant young Jacobson, a coming national champ if we ever saw one, put on two magnificent matches with Chicago's baldish, blondish champion, Coleman -Clark. The American father of ping pong, Cornelius Schaad, an old man of thirty-nine, won the gallery folks with his plodding game and beaming smile. He has, by the way, written the only book on the game that amounts to much. The customers were turned away in hun dreds at both the afternoon and evening matches. Not even standing room available. Mr. Stagg came down-town intending to watch for a few minutes. But he stuck around two hours and once he almost fell off his chair in the excitement. If you still think it"s a sissy game take a look for yourself at the Palmer House later this month. Incidentally, Clark won the elimination singles in the afternoon and New York won the team trophy in the evening. Everybody went home reasonably happy. T ASK YOU WHY WE RE LOSING MONEY AND YOU SHOW ME STATISTICS!' February, 1932 17 t ~V \ ¦ "N; | f % V **" 33 3 NORTH MICHIGAN, PROUD PERCH OF THE TAVERN AND STAUNCH SENTINEL OF CHARLES COLLINS' LOVINGLY LA BELED TOWER TOWN, FORFEITS NOTHING OF BEAUTY THOUGH GLIMPSED FROM THE FLASHING BOW OF A RIVER SPEED BOAT SNOWSCAPE, FILMED IN LINCOLN PARK ON ONE OF THOSE TWO RARE DAYS (WE GO TO PRESS WITH FINGERS CROSSED) WHEN WIN' TER DROPPED IN FOR A MOMENT EN ROUTE TO LOS ANGELES ...... CHICAGOAN PHOTOGRAPHS Vieius of The Town in Winter "Dinner and the Opera" An Inquiry into Why Box-Holders Leave Home By Durand Smith IT was a glorious performance. The mag nificent sweep of Wagner's music would soon carry us into the Liebestod. Tristan, with death at hand, was tearing the bandage from his wound and struggling to his feet to meet Isolde. The moment was heartbreakingly poignant, to me. To my fellow-guest in the box-party, it was an opportunity for a wise crack. "Is there a doctor in the house?" he said. That remark is typical of one of the many vicissitudes that grand opera has had to under go in this country. It has been the butt of a thousand jokes. The ready jibe, the facile taunt, the feeble witticism ("So you're going to the uproar?") are an old story to the opera- goer. As entertainment it is classed in the public mind as high-brow. And the thousands who spend their money for an evening's enjoy ment are scared stiff of anything high-brow. Unlike the Italians, French and Germans we are not yet an opera-loving people. But opera, we realize, is an evidence of culture. Opera we must have, so the beneficent aegis of Fashion is invoked. Here shall gowns and jewels be displayed; here shall foregather from time to time all those who are endowed with the world's goods or who call themselves cul tured. And, oh yes, a regular box at the opera adds to one's social prestige. Fashion, a notoriously fickle jade, has remained surprisingly faithful, albeit stupid. It has been a strain, this weekly dressing up, inviting guests, giving a dinner, getting to the performance, and back, but she has been true. Small wonder, then, with all the other obligations and responsibilities of the social season that she should pay but scant attention to what opera is being given. Thoughtful friends, knowing that I am a frequent attendant, often invite me to dinner and the opera. No dinner and Der Rosen- cavalier or Manon or Martha, as the case may be, but dinner and the \opera. Memory or quick reference to my calendar enables me to tell them that I shall be delighted to hear Boris Godunoff — it's usually news to them — or that I am so sorry that I can't go to II Trovatore. Unless the pleasures of socialibility promise to outweigh the tedium of Verdi, I pass it up. To my gracious hostesses opera is apparently a rather impersonal form of entertainment. When they give theatre parties they pick their play and their guests with considerable care. They don't flip a coin to decide whether to see Mourning Becomes Electra or The Band Wagon. But with their opera party — Bizet or Beethoven, Meyerbeer or Moussorgsky, what's the difference, it's grand opera. Constantly I am asked as we drive off: "Won't you tell us in a few words what the story is? I haven't heard this in years." Few tasks are more difficult or thankless, interrupted as they always are by comments scornful or flippant. My friends apparently never consult the many excellent books giving briefly or at length the stories of the operas. The skeleton outline in the pro gram is all they have to go by. But if it's a Puccini, Montemezzi or other modern opera, still protected by copyright, they are com pletely out of luck. I fear that they take opera as something to be gotten over with instead of intelligently enjoyed. Their sense of obliga tion is satisfied when they put in an appear ance. The sheer waste involved in this attitude appals me. It is inconsistent with out Ameri can tradition of getting our money's worth. It is difficult to understand why our shrewd cap tains of industry and efficient young execu tives will thus disregard their sacred tenets and sit for three or four hours in ignorance. Ten minutes devoted to comprehensive syn opsis or half an hour to running through a libretto would vitalize the hours spent in the opera house, would give them meaning, value. Early last month a young couple asked me to be one of their guests on the last Tuesday of the season in a box which had been given to them. Since they knew me well, I was told not to accept unless I liked the opera. Die Meistersinger was an nounced — in my humble opinion the greatest opera ever written. Neither my host or hostess had heard it. I began early to be a most trying guest. I forced my hostess into joining me in an hour's intensive study of the score with a music teacher. I stressed the beauty and richness of the overture and remarked pointedly that it began promptly at quarter before eight. Din ner would be at — yes, six thirty, of course. Twelve hours before the performance I delivered to them a book which would give them in ten minutes a good working knowl edge of the opera. I determined to call for FROM THE WINGS their other thrge guests, chosen fortunately with foresight, and badgered them into being ready. We arrived to find our host aggrieved at having to go to an opera that began before eight and ended at close to midnight, and wouldn't we have another cocktail. We reached our box thirty minutes late. At the end of the act my host, who had not read the book, asked me if there were any women in the opera. Of course, we had missed Eva. During the second entr' acte I encountered a young matron, who greeted me with: "We've missed a lot, but isn't it the dullest opera? This is just the kind of an opera that people always invite you to." For the rest of the evening, whenever spoken to, I snarled viciously. 1 HE opera audiences have been better behaved this season. There has been less whispering, humming, purse- snapping, and rushing for exits. They have even let some slow curtains completely fall before applauding. The finest opera audiences, the most musically alert, I have ever seen in Chicago were at the two sold-out, non-sub scription Sunday matinee performances of Parsifal. Everyone there came solely because they wanted to hear a great opera. Fashion able society was conspicuously absent and a delightful touch was given the occasions by the presence of several Germans in dinner jackets carrying out the traditions of Bayreuth and Munich. Naturally and wisely the company in the main stuck to the popular repertoire. The old war-horses were trotted out frequently, but we had The Magic Flute, Mona Lisa, Boris Godunoff, Tristan and Isolde, Parsifal and Die Meistersinger. The ballet was weak. Oh for the days of Ruth Page and Adolph Bolm and John Alden Carpenter's Birthday of the Infanta! I really believe that the general public is gradually becoming aware that grand opera is excellent entertainment. They have heard it, or excerpts from it, over the radio, but now they want to see it, to feel the personalities that come across the footlights. With the added inducement of discount coupons, I per suaded several of my business associates, who had never been to an opera before, to try it. They began with Aida, Carmen and II Trova tore, and liked them. They will go again next year. A lot of money must be raised to insure another season of opera. Those to whom opera means hours of pleasure must do all they can to help. For obvious reasons I am not a sub scriber, yet I agree that Fashion must be urged to look with even greater kindliness on box- holders and other subscribers. Probably this system is most satisfactory to both the company and a large portion of the opera-going public. But why not sell coupons good for any per formance and thus raise just as much money in advance, if not more, and let people choose their own operas? February, 1932 19 CLARENCE DARROW Susan Wilbur writes of his The Story of My Life, published this month, "In recording his life events Mr. Darrow achieves the effect of putting himself on paper. His poetical interest in science. His gift for epigram. His clear recognition of the twofold nature of crime, first as circumstance and psychology in the individual and second as legislation." Lincoln the Politician The Disclosure of the McClernand Affair By Lloyd Lewis THERE is in the political career of Abra ham Lincoln a certain curious incident which is skirted gingerly in the formal, officious biographies of the man. Lincoln's idolators either minimize it or evade it alto gether. In his day his enemies quoted it to prove how "slippery" he was, while his friends cited it as an example of his "sagacity." Less partisan researchers have thought it an in tangible part of the historical evidence which should assign to the backwoods lawyer the most diplomatic brain of the Western Hemisphere. In September, 1862, the Civil War had reached a dismal stalemate. In the East both Federal and Confederate armies had been defeated when attempting to invade the other's ground. In the West, Union forces had penetrated as far South as Memphis, but idled there for lack of reinforce ments. The North was sick of the war, tax- rates -were rising, volunteering had ceased, newspapers spoke of conscription as sure if the conflict were to continue. The Democratic Party, preaching "Peace," was certain to sweep the fall elections. In signing the Emancipation Proclamation, Lincoln had alienated hundreds of thousands of Northern voters. The Northwest seethed with revolt, Demo cratic editors and orators urging the people to form a "Northwestern Confederacy" and ally it with the South. This was a dollars-and-cents argument, for the war had closed the Missis sippi River by which the Western farmers had marketed corn, wheat and hogs. True, Union gunboats had seized New Orleans at the river's mouth, but between that city and Memphis, Confederates still ruled, and, judg ing from appearances, the Administration in Washington was not making serious efforts to clear "The Father of Waters." It was to discuss this brooding question that there came to the White House in September, a dark, nervous, black-bearded man in a Union general's uniform. He was John A. McClernand, lately Democratic Congressman from the President's home district, and, for years, a neighbor and fellow-lawyer of Lin coln's in Springfield. Lincoln received him with gratitude if not intimacy. At the be ginning of the war, McClernand had been a wheelhorse in the Democratic machine of Illi nois' senator, Stephen A. Douglas, and, at Douglas' call, he had forgotten party politics to organize troops for the Republican Presi dent. Lincoln had commissioned him a briga dier-general, and, in spite of no West Point training, McClernand had fought well enough in early battles to have won high praise from his superior, Ulysses S. Grant. During the summer of 1862, however, while Grant had held his army in lower Tennessee, McClernand had grown both vexed and am bitious. "I am tired of furnishing brains for the army," he had said, going home to Spring field ostensibly on recruiting duty. In reality he was dreaming of becoming the great gen eral of the West. He was Lincoln's friend, and his own Democratic team-mate of com paratively recent days, Edwin M. Stanton, was Secretary of War. Now, McClernand pressed his dark whiskers and eloquent lips close to Lincoln's and Stanton's ears. He said that the Mississippi River must be quickly cleared if the Northwest was to be kept, from revolt. Farmers were having to ship their crops by railroad to the Atlantic seaboard, and railroad magnates, according to Western be lief, were in "cahoots" with the grain-buyers of the East; at least freight rates had been raised. Wall Street was fattening off the farmer, and did not want the Mississippi River opened lest the produce flow to New Orleans by cheap waterways. So long as the river was allowed to remain closed, farmers felt that Wall Street ruled Lincoln. The key to the river was Vicksburg, which was, in McClernand's words, only "a comparatively insignificant ob struction." The one way to save the North west "was to capture Vicksburg, right away. Now, said McClernand, the thing to do was to let him raise a fresh army in the Northwest and seize the citadel. He evoked a glorious picture for Lincoln — McClernand, the mag netic and popular Democrat, preaching a new crusade, and bringing into uniform thousands of reluctant, grumpy civilians. As a citizen- soldier, McClernand could stir the populace which was, in large part, skeptical of West Pointers, suspecting that they sought to pro long the war for their own professional comfort. Whatever Lincoln thought of McClernand's ingenious arguments, he wrote out, on October 20th, a paper marked "private and confiden tial" and authorizing his friend to organize recruits who stood on army rolls in Iowa, In diana and Illinois, to enlist other regiments and to forward them to depots in the South "to the end that when a sufficient force not required by the operations of General Grant's command, shall be raised, an expedition may be organized under General McClernand's command against Vicksburg and to clear the Mississippi and open navigation to New Orleans." Scarcely had the jubilant McClernand left Washington before Admiral David D. Porter called upon the President. Porter was traveling West to take command of Union gunboats which were assembling at Cairo, Illinois, for the expedition against Vicksburg. The sea- dog told Lincoln that he supposed the new campaign would be commanded by Grant or by the latter's favorite, General William Tecumseh Sherman, who was stationed at Memphis. "I have a better general that either of them," Lincoln answered, and, to Porter's disgust, named McClernand. ^Meanwhile McClernand was setting the prairies afire. Recruits came running. Western newspapers applauded. The knowing ones accepted McClernand as Lincoln's chosen warrior. Congressman Frank Blair, the politician who handled Administra tion patronage in Missouri and who was a brother of Lincoln's Postmaster-General, Mont gomery Blair, asked the President if he might not join McClernand's expedition. Quickly he was commissioned a general and sent along. Down in Tennessee, Grant and the regular army men were awakening to the strange movements up North. Grant began to bestir himself. Luckily October found him relieved from handicaps which had restrained him all summer. In late September and early Octo ber, the Southern army had weakened itself by vain and bloody assaults upon Union breastworks at Iuka and Corinth, and now only 25,000 men, under General John C. Pem- berton, stood between Grant and Vicksburg. Grant did not propose to sit still and allow McClernand to seize the golden apple. On October 26th, less than a week after the cheer ing had begun in the Northwest, Grant tele graphed the War Department that with "small reinforcements" he could take Vicks burg himself. No answer! Two weeks later he wired that if reinforcements did not "come rapidly, I will attack as I am." Back came word that twelve regiments would soon be in Memphis. This puzzled Grant and he asked the War Department if it intended to hand over to McClernand his lieutenant, Sherman, and the old troops in that city. He asked, with feel ing, if he, himself, was to be kept motionless. Immediately came the answer, "You have command of all men sent to your department and have permission to fight the army as you please." The wire was signed "Halleck." This man Halleck, who now entered the situation, was Henry Wager Halleck, general- in-chief of all Union armies, but, in reality, the "desk sergeant" at the War Department, the factotum who saw to it that the wishes of Lincoln and Stanton were carried out in proper form. As a successful lawyer, Halleck was cautious and full of subtle devices. Also, as a West Pointer, he had more trust in his fellow-alumnus, Grant, than in the volunteer, McClernand. With the assurance that Halleck, at least, was helping him, Grant sketched plans for a secretive, "surprise" attack upon Vicksburg. He ordered Sherman to take his old troops and the new ones which McClernand was pouring into Memphis — some 40,000 men in all — and sail with them down the Mississippi for the assault. Only 6,000 Confederates garrisoned Vicksburg, a force which Sherman could easily master provided no help came to the citadel February, 1932 21 from Pemberton's 25,000 who faced Grant some 190 miles northward. Grant told Sher man that he himself would keep Pemberton so busy that no reinforcements could be sent Vicksburg. Through early Decem ber while Sherman worked like mad organiz ing this "surprise" expedition, McClernand, blissfully ignorant of what was happening, con tinued to enroll, arm, drill and ship recruits. His total rose to 60,000! Triumph was before him. He became engaged to be married and let it be known that he would like to be United States Senator. He saw before him the shoes that had been empty since Senator Douglas had died in 1861. After the war, Grant would candidly admit that his plan for hurrying Sherman's expedi tion had been to outstrip McClernand in the race. "I feared," he said, "that delay might bring McClernand ... I doubted McCler nand's fitness; and I had good reason to be lieve that in forestalling him, I was by no means giving offence to those whose authority to command was above both him and me." Although Grant never explained who those "higher-ups" were, they could only be Lin coln, Stanton or Halleck. otill ignorant of the uses to which Sherman was putting the re cruits which poured down from McClernand's concentration camps, McClernand prepared to marry and to join his men. The results of the fall elections, while Democratic, had made it unlikely that he would be chosen Senator this time. But with Vicksburg adding its lustre to his name, he could be sure of high office in the future. On December 12th he telegraphed Wash ington for permission to join his troops. No reply! On the 17th he telegraphed both Lincoln and Stanton, "I believe I am superceeded." Stanton replied in soothing as surance that no such order had been issued and that the recruits then assembling in Memphis were for McClernand to command under the general supervision of the departmental com mander. This was bad news, for it meant that McClernand was to serve under Grant, whereas Lincoln's written order had promised him "a sufficient force not required by the operation of General Grant's command." What had that order of Lincoln's meant anyway? How many constructions could be put upon it? For five days, after receiving this last tele gram, McClernand waited for marching or ders. Finally on December 22nd word came from Grant that the President wanted his corps to "constitute a part of the river expedition," and repeating that he was to command it un der Grant's directions. McClernand had his marriage ceremony performed and prepared the bride and her party to accompany him to Memphis where they could see him take command of the ex pedition. More delay! It was not until the 23rd that Washington sent him his official orders to leave Springfield. Down to Memphis he came. Horror met him at the dock. His troops were gone! They had sailed with Sherman on the 19th, sailed for Vicksburg! Quickly McClernand steamed after them while the bridal party waved a chagrined farewell. By January 2nd he 'was at Vicksburg which still frowned unconquer ably from its bluffs. Sherman had failed to surprise the citadel and, having been badly re pulsed on December 29th, was busy loading the men on their transports again. Sherman had fulfilled his part of Grant's program, but Grant, himself, had failed to cooperate. Con federate cavalrymen had destroyed his huge supply depot just as he had been ready to attack Pemberton and he had called off his drive. Pemberton, thus freed, had simply hur ried enough men into Vicksburg to repel Sher man with ease. Grant's "surprise" attack had failed wretchedly, but it had kept McClernand from directing a campaign of his own, and had fixed him as a cog in Grant's army. On his steamship near Vicksburg where the army made a new ren dezvous, McClernand was wrapt in fury. Never would he be able to discover just what had happened behind that veil of silence which had hung around him in Springfield. He learned that the telegram which he had re ceived on December 22nd had been sent by Halleck to Grant on December 1 8th. Grant had tried to forward it from Tennessee to Springfield, but Confederate cavalrymen had cut the telegraph wires. McClernand found that this was true enough, but no horsemen had cut wires between Springfield and Wash ington! Why had his friends at the capitol failed to telegraph him direct? He wrote Stanton that the blame either lay on Halleck "or a strange occurrence of accidents." Ob viously McClernand believed that Halleck and Grant, between them, had managed to thwart his ambition. If he thought Lincoln had had a hand in the affair, he said nothing about it. Baffled and sore, McClernand kept his job as corps commander in the army which Grant now camped before Vicksburg. And, as the winter and springtime of '63 passed, he felt ambition rising again. With the Mississippi still closed, Northern newspapers were de nouncing Grant for sloth and demanding that McClernand be given his chance. Gossip in army circles had it that Lincoln was "cold on Grant." As a matter of fact Lincoln was saying, "I don't believe Grant has a friend except my self." Lincoln had settled permanently on Grant as the right commander. Good-will was impossible between McCler nand and Grant. One day when receiving a minor order from Grant, McClernand roared, "I'll be God-damned if I do it. I'm tired of being dictated to." With what justice heaven only knew, he told friends that West Pointers were "cliqued" against him. In truth, his brother-officers thought him incompetent. Grant agreed but, in a certain native generos ity, hesitated to act against a general who was, indeed, very brave in battle. Then on May 22nd, McClernand blundered. On that day the whole Union army assaulted Vicksburg's de fenses. Everywhere repulsed, Grant was with drawing his men when word came from Mc Clernand that, at his salient, he had broken through the lines and, if properly supported, could take the city. Grant ordered another assault all along the lines, doubling Union losses. Failure again. Investigation showed that McClernand had not been justified in ask ing for a second attack. His ambition had magnified a slight toe-hold made in outer Con federate works by a squad of skirmishers. Looking at their dead men the other Union corps commanders were bitter against McClernand. The army settled down to starve out Vicks burg, and as though maddened by the pros pect of seeing the golden apple fall into Grant's hand, McClernand did a foolish thing. Under the guise of congratulating his troops, he wrote out a paper denouncing brother-offi cers for failing to support him during the at tack of the 22nd. Although he headed this paper "Official Orders" he sent it directly to St. Louis for newspaper publication, an act contrary to military rules which required any such order to be approved by departmental heads before being made public. Receiving the newspapers, which carried the blast against his army, Grant asked McClernand for an explanation. The latter said that he thought his adjutant had submitted the order to Grant before sending it North. Grant debated what to do. It was not a time when he was at his best. Liquor! At the end of four days, Sherman having seen the paper, arrived, shaking with wrath, and made up Grant's mind for him. It was the 17th of June when Grant wrote out an order relieving McClernand from command and sending him to Springfield. As McClernand read the new order he said, "I am relieved. By God, sir, wc are both relieved." And on his way home he telegraphed Lincoln, "I am relieved for an omission of my adjutant. Hear me!" In time there came to Springfield the Presi dent's answer, saying that Grant's explanation of the affair was at hand, but he hadn't opened it, "because it is a case, as appears to me, in which I could do nothing without doing harm." Lincoln wrote as an Oriental philoso pher might write of a friend already dead : "I doubt whether your present position is more painful to you than to myself. Grateful for the patriotic stand so early taken by you in this life-and-death strug gle for the nation, I have done whatever has appeared practicable to advance you and the public interest together. . . . General Grant and yourself have been conspicuous in our most important suc cesses, and for me to interfere and thus magnify a breach between you could not but be of evil effect. . . . Force me to force you back upon General Grant would be forcing him to resign. I cannot give you a new command because we have no forces except such as already have commanders ... he who has the right needs not to fear. Your friend as ever, A. LINCOLN." McClernand disappeared from the war. His political career was ended. He did well at law. He became one of the sights of Spring field. Lincoln's enemies would say, "There goes Mac: he don't know yet what Lincoln did to him." Lincoln's friends would say, "There goes Mac; Lincoln did all he could for him." No one knew what McClernand really thought; at least he openly blamed Halleck and Grant, not Lincoln. Perhaps he reasoned that a War-President, religiously loving the Union, must sometimes do inex plicable things to keep the flag floating. 22 The Chicagoan ST. GAUDENS' LINCOLN A Camera Conception by Henry C J THE MUSEUM OF SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY IN JACKSON PARK, ORIGINALLY THE FINE ARTS BUILDING IN 1893 AND LATER THE FIELD MUSEUM, WHERE FIVE HUNDRED EIGHTY THOUSAND SQUARE FEET OF EXHIBITION SPACE IS BEING DIVIDED INTO TWO HUNDRED ROOMS TO HOUSE FIFTY THOUSAND EXHIBITS. AN ARTICLE ON THE PREPARATION OF THE MUSEUM, WHICH IS TO BE OPENED IN JUNE, 1933, IS PUBLISHED ON THE OPPOSITE PAGE BACKGROUNDS WHICH ARE IN EFFECT MINIATURE STAGES WILL BE EMPLOYED FOR EXHIBITS. THIS ONE, WHICH WILL COMPLEMENT A DISPLAY OF PRIMITIVE AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS, DEPICTS A BEDOUIN GROUP 24 chicagoan photographs The Chicagoan Science on Parade Under- Cover Work for the New Museum By Ruth G . B e r g m a n ON Lake Park Avenue around the corner from Fifty-third Street stands a squat brick building where celluloid cowboys and Hollywood heroines once whooped it up across a silver screen. Today the facade no longer blazes with posters and electric lights. Passersby are unaware that the building con tains more wonders and more potential drama than ever danced in the beams from the mo tion picture projector in the years of the film occupation. Last week it housed a sixteenth century coal mine and a twentieth century dry dock. A Javanese bridge rubbed elbows — or struts — with an Indian village; a geared locomotive moved at the touch of a crank. Next week this assortment will go into storage as a new set of marvels materializes under the fingers of the craftsmen now in possession of the one time picture palace. The process is not magic but the equally astounding applica tion of science to industry in the production of exhibits for the Chicago museum that will be devoted to both, the Museum of Science and Industry founded by Julius Rosenwald. This is an answer to the familiar question, how is the new museum progressing? But it is only a partial answer. Other work shops are fabricating models at home and abroad. The whole world is supplying historical material, replicas and original tools, pieces of apparatus and their products as well as photographs, day light motion pictures, and, in fact, every prac tical mechanical means of telling a graphic story. The public — international as well as local — has long been familiar with the building for which these exhibits are destined, first the Fine Arts Building of the World's Fair, later the Field Museum, and more recently an an onymous ruin which even in the process of disintegration evidenced the beauty that caused St. Gaudens to call it the "finest thing done since the Parthenon." Persons who have re cently visited Jackson Park have seen that the work of preserving this masterpiece in lime stone is far advanced. The last tiles have been set in the domes, the last caryatides have assumed the burden of the entablatures which they must support. The interior is still a yawn ing chasm which, however, will soon be pre pared to receive, ultimately, fifty thousand ex hibits. Some nine or ten miles of them will be on view in approximately two hundred rooms when the museum opens, probably the first of June, 1933. Meanwhile plans for the use of five hundred eighty thousand square feet of exhibition space are rapidly being de tailed by a staff that has already outgrown an entire floor in the Hyde Park-Kenwood Na tional Bank building. A glimpse of those of fices is convincing evidence that the museum is not a hope of the future but a living reality of today. A businesslike hustle and a pur poseful bustle very unlike the musty senescence associated in most minds with museums per vade the offices of the director, the curators and research associates. The drafting room shows the progress of the work pictorially. Sketches of future exhibits drawn to scale, im paled on sticks and set up room by room as the originals will appear in the museum, form a doll's house so huge that one readily believes that it will take a future visitor no less than the estimated ten days to see everything. Al ready a branch museum of physics is in opera tion in Belfield Hall at the University of Chi cago. Here the public may go, free of charge, for some preliminary study of a few of the basic principles which govern many of the in dustrial processes that will be demonstrated at the plant in Jackson Park. The men in charge of the museum are all specialists culled from university faculties and industry: engineers, geologists, chemists, physicists and other scientists with enough college degrees to outfit a fair sized graduating class. They have need of their learning and experience to face the dual task of surveying what the museum calls the technical ascent of man and of portraying it dramatically in sym bols intelligible to the layman and his chil dren. Assembling the properties for this great show is a process of creation and selection. Many exhibits not produced in the model shop on the south side or made elsewhere at the be hest of the museum have been proffered by commercial organizations that believe that now is the time and here is the place for all good men to come to the aid of their industries with representations of characteristic opera tions. Original tools and machines have been unearthed from factories, shops and barns. From laboratories have come paraphernalia made priceless by the use to which they were put. Among the latter will be apparatus used by Professor Robert A. Millikan in isolating the electron and by the late Professor Albert A. Michelson in measuring the speed of light, experiments which were both rewarded with Nobel prizes. Donations of this sort have the highest associational value and will be conspicuous features of the physics displays; but they are such stuff as other museums are made of and this institution is not like others. In the first place, no member of the staff has ever had museum experience. Curators have been chosen, in part, for their ability to see future exhibits from other than the glass case point of view. Like the professions to which these men belong, the museum is going to be dynamic, constantly changing and advancing with the times. In fact, it will be so open minded and up to the minute that it will actu ally anticipate the technical progress of the world. ' A section devoted to the scientific news of the day will undertake to sketch im portant experiments before they are completed, to show proposed feats of engineering before they are attempted. Thus the museum will never be finished because as rapidly as discov eries are made and inventions perfected it will add them to its repertoire. The word repertoire is used advisedly be cause the museum will not be a dusty reposi tory for relics but rather a stage for the enactment of the drama of man's conquest of his physical environment. It will be to mu seums of the old school what a theatrical per formance is to a theatrical warehouse. All movable parts will move. In nearly every ex hibit there will be action. Lift bridges will lift; locomotives will puff; a boat will slide in and out of a dry dock; coal will be extracted from a mine. The plot of the drama concerns man's ad vance from the creature who thought the lightning was evidence of a god's displeasure to one who uses electricity to light his house, convey his messages, run his motors; from the man whose wanderings were limited, at best, by the one horse power that he could saddle and ride and by the seasonal condition of the terrain to he who speeds over shining rails in wet weather and dry and more and more fre quently takes to the air. It is also the story of a changing society in which every man, scientist or artist, mechanician or dilettante, is profoundly affected by the increasing knowl edge of nature's laws and the practical appli cation of them. Like its prototype, the Deutsches Museum in Munich, the Museum of Science and Industry will delineate the world's technical evolution; but it will also go a seven league step further in relating science and industry to life and showing their far- reaching social and even political effects. To this end the scenes and acts in the drama will have their own especially designed stage sets — they are known as dioramas — which will orient them historically, geographically and socially. For example, in the section devoted to petro leum the visitor will look back into antiquity and see how oil was transported in jugs carried in wicker frames on the backs of pack animals. This will be the first of a series of dioramas which will conduct the visitor through time and space until he arrives in the twentieth century at a wharf where tank steamers will be loaded mechanically and sail for distant ports. A working model of the Pennsylvania Railroad vertical lift bridge over the Chicago River at Twentieth Street will appear against a painted representation of the city's skyline as seen from that point. Tiny men in overalls will be seen working on the railroad track. At the touch of a button, a boat plowing through the muddy Chicago River will blow its whistle and the bridge will lift to let it pass. Changes in travel by rail will be demon strated to two senses when the public enters a railroad car that recapitulates the development of these conveyances from the wooden bunk sleeper bumping over a rough road bed to the best that the Pullman Company and the civil engineer have to offer today. By seating him- February, 1932 25 self in the successive compartments of this car he may observe not only the improvement in the appointments but will actually experi ence the notable changes that have been af fected in riding comfort. Travelling past the window of each compartment will be scenes characteristic of the period, from a landscape dotted sparsely with Victorian American houses to a view of Chicago's present steel and concrete towers. Similarly, the development of paving, water supply and sewage disposal will be demon strated by a street some ninety feet long which will run from the seventeenth to the twentieth century, from London to Chicago. Strolling here a traveler will see a man who might have been Sir Francis Bacon carried in a chair over a thoroughfare consisting principally of mud. The only lights will be those carried by link- boys. Further along, oil lamps will enter the picture, succeeded by gas lights and finally electricity. The appearance of water and sewer mains will bring other changes until finally, when the walker emerges on Michigan Avenue, he will find good paving, brilliant lights and shops which could not exist in their present state without the network of conduits buried under the street. In addition to such typi cal exhibits the museum will have also repro ductions of specific scenes and machines. Gutenberg's workshop will appear in minia ture showing the earliest method of typeset ting. There will be a replica of the first power plant, Edison's Pearl Street station in New York. The layman, to whom Michael Faraday has been only a name vaguely associated with physics, will have an opportunity to step into his laboratory and, for a moment, into his shoes and, with the aid of a push button, re produce some of the experiments in electro- magnetism that laid the foundation for the dynamo. This device of fitting the spectator into the picture is one of the distinctive features of the museum. Not only will most of the ex hibits move, but the visitor will put them in motion, from the model of the Times Square subway station to daylight motion pictures and possibly some talkies. A full sized lookout sta tion in the hall on forest protection will enable visitors to take location shots at imaginary fires on the building's panoramic surroundings. This, then, will be the barless den zoo of museums. No wall of glass will keep the vis itor at a distance and no touch-me-not policy will be in effect. If a model is not sufficiently fool-proof to escape injury the public will not be barred but the museum will substitute an exhibit that will be more fool-proof. Wher ever possible — and that will be in many places — the public will become identified with the exhibits, will be, pro tem, part and parcel of the show itself. Exhibits which will be too big for the visitor to operate and too com plicated for him to interpret by means of dio ramas or printed explanations only will be equipped with their own particular guides. In order that these men may not clash with the local color, they will wear costumes appro priate to the periods and industries they rep resent though, fortunately, they will speak col loquial, if anachronistic, English. If present plans go into effect these guides will not be automatons who repeat a story by rote but will BAMBOO BRIDGE JAVA VERTICAL LIFT BRIDGE CHICAGO INDIAN VILLAGE SOUTHWEST ALARM CLOCK MECHANISM be either experienced mechanics or students of engineering who understand the apparatus they are demonstrating and are capable of answering questions extemporaneously. When the museum wants an automaton it will accept no human substitute but will insist upon a genuine one hundred per cent robot. It is probable that one of these will greet visitors and direct traffic in the great central rotunda. A giant fellow capable of bending and point ing will indicate the direction of the various sections and give a brief preliminary lecture suitable to a delegation of school children or engineers or electricians or the miscellany ©f every day visitors. This mechanical man will probably be the only lapse from realism in the entire museum. That is, he will not be dressed like a human or made precisely in his image though, on the other hand, he will be an en tirely realistic automaton undisguised and un ashamed. In line with the idea of keeping a robot unfrocked and costuming a guide is a scheme for illustrating lectures at the museum not only with the traditional pictures and charts but with occasional pantomimes acted in costume with authentic properties. In addition to an auditorium and several lec ture halls where members of the staff and vis iting experts will discuss economics, sociology and science, the building will contain a library and a cafeteria and dining room where the visitor may buy bread and meat to help him digest the mental food on which he may gorge free of charge, on certain days, for a nominal fee. (Children will be admitted free at all times.) To avoid confusion, traffic through the museum will be routed in one direction. Each of the seven main sequences will begin with fundamentals, demonstrating important laws of science, showing how invention and industry are based on them and how society has been affected by both. Thus we will see how the chemist performing a purely scientific experiment discovers a new and cheaper method of producing an old commodity. His discovery passes over into industry; new fac tories spring up as a result; old ones are aban doned; the industry languishes in one country and blossoms in another. A phenomenon in a test tube effects the fate of nations. So the museum depicts a social evolution as ruthless as the biological struggle for sur vival. It shows how machinery and power have created our big cities and how cities can be successfully supported only by more ma chinery and more power. It demonstrates the internationalism of thought, the interdepen dence of sciences and industries, of nations and civilizations. It is not a mechanical side show or a course of instruction merely for persons interested in technology. Whether we want to know what makes the wheels go round or prefer to have civilization served up on a silver platter without caring to learn who pol ished it or how, the museum has something to offer since it not only shows the wheels in motion but also relates that motion to the houses in which we live, the food we eat, the books we read, the air we breathe, and the very thoughts we conceive. It is not surprising that this gift to the community and its thousands of visitors should have come through the vision and the generos ity of that great citizen of Chicago and the world, the late Julius Rosenwald. Although he distinctly specified that it should not bear his name he is unalterably associated with it. 26 The Chicagoan Hello Havana A Pilgrim Comments on a Popular Depression Prescription By Dr. O. E. Van Alyea /% MERICAN visitors to Havana are of two /-\ separate and distinct types. There are -*- -*- those who come to see the sights quickly and pass on, and others who come to toss off a few quick ones and pass out. The tourist — the same as is seen the world over — can do Havana nicely in one day, with a fair amount of concentrated sight-seeing; but those visitors with other ideas find it impossible to cover the ground short of a week. The routine of the "Havana in twenty-four hours" sight-seer is simple. He is undoubt edly on a ten day Caribbean cruise with time out for sight-seeing at the principal ports, and Havana to him is just another foreign city. His boat docks early in the morning; he and his party are met by a representative of the Travel Agency and rushed up to the Plaza Hotel where they are allowed five minutes in which to put on their knickers and load up their cameras. Their day consists of flying trips in automobiles — all expenses paid includ ing tips — with English speaking guides, to what might be considered an average collec tion of cathedrals, forts, castles, and so on, topped off with a twenty mile tour of the surrounding country. One of the highlights of this last jaunt, which touches all the im portant spots of the countryside, is the stop-off at the Tropical Gardens, where free beer awaits the travelers. It might be mentioned that at this point some of the men decide to leave the party and go on their own for the remainder of the day. Most of them, however, are finally rounded up by their wives and the guides, and poured back into the cars for the return trip to town. 1 HE Travel Agency sup plies its thriller in the evening when it trans ports its customers through the tenderloin dis trict, and allows them a few daring moments in a native cabaret. Again the guides have a hard time keeping the party intact, and no doubt heave many sighs of relief when their charges are finally deposited safely back at the hotel. This done, the day officially ends as far as the agency is concerned, and it also closes the book for most of the tourists. The day has been rounded out nicely for them, they are satisfied that they have seen Havana, and wonder why anyone should stay longer. Some of the boys, however, feeling that per haps they have overlooked something, slip away from the fold, and stir out into the town. They have overlooked something, and they find it at "Sloppy Joe's" — a joint, which from the street, seems well named. They find there a spirit of conviviality, and many of their com patriots having a hilarious time. Without hesitation they join right in. This is the Havana they have heard about and they regret not having found it sooner. By the time they've reached their third Bacardi, they know the first name and home town of everyone in the place. When they finally fold up and are carried onto the boat, they too feel that they have seen Havana, and are quite ready to pro ceed with the cruise. The other type of visitor, however, has prob ably been there before and knows all about the place. He breezes in by plane from Miami, or by fast boat from New York. His first appearance in public is for a noonday cock tail at the Sevilla-Biltmore. Here, he meets his old classmates with their new wives, and his ex-wives with their new husbands. He is certain to run into friends to drink with, and others who want him for luncheon. He spends the first afternoon at the Jockey Club, alter nating his time between the races and rou lette. He thinks that both are crooked but enjoys them nevertheless, and will probably be out every afternoon. After the races he returns to the Sevilla for a little dancing and a few more cocktails. By this time he is drinking mostly "Presidentes," a pink rum concoction -which seems to set very well in the tropics. The afternoon session at the Sevilla breaks up at about seven -thirty, when everyone leaves to dress for the evening. In the meantime, our visitor has signed him self up for dinner, and his party gets under way, about nine o'clock, at a bar called the "Florida." After about three "daiquiris" at this place they all move out to the Casino for "gala night," and there custom demands that they drink champagne until far into the morning. 1 he next day resembles the first; in fact all days in Havana roll smoothly along with little variation. Golf could be substituted for the races — but it's hardly likely that it will be — and on occasions a sunning at "La Playa," or one of the private beach clubs, may seem advisable. There is always a "gala" for the evening, at one of the clubs or hotels, and always a new place for cocktails and luncheon. One night, late, some one suggests the Verbena out in Marianao. This place — somewhat off the tourist's beat — is found to be quite desirable. Here, if one is able to sit through a half hour of living pictures, which are pretty bad, one is rewarded by hearing a native orchestra play and sing the Manicero as it should be played and sung, and by seeing ten or fifteen girls step to the barbaric rhythm of the Cuban Rumba, which is indeed something. Here also, an easy air of informality prevails. The dancing girls turn out to be quite congenial as the night wears on, and a guest is very apt to learn the Rumba and a couple of dozen words of Span ish before he leaves the place. This last event takes place about six a. m. when they begin to put the chairs on the tables and sweep up the peanut shells, and the guests all totter out to the waiting cars. The "visitor for a week" will certainly spend an evening or two at the Jai Alai Fronton. There he will be told to bet on the White team, but if he is smart he will place heavy money on the Blues; and the same system might work at the cockfights, which he will attend on Sunday. The week drifts on and our visitor drifts with it. He has long since adjusted himself to the soothing "manana" spirit of the coun try. He finds that he can do nicely on four hours sleep a day, which allows ample time for the more important activities of the Island. He has found the Cubans quite amiable, and has noticed that they have such a delightful way of taking his money. As he boards his boat for home he feels that he would much prefer to stay on indefinitely. There are many things he didn't seem to get around to, and many things he would like to try again. He'll come back, however, perhaps many times. He's sure he'll come back if only for the Morro crabs as served with Russian dressing at the Dos Hermanos, or for the soothing morning Alexanders in the sun room of the Sevilla. He'll come back because he likes the rides into town at sunrise. He likes Morro Castle at that time, and the Malecon with the salt spray dashing up over the sea wall. As he gazes over at the retreating island, he feels that he is leaving a country which, although nestling at the doorstep of America, is much less Ameri can than Paris. Back at home his friends all remark on how well he is looking, and he re plies, "Yes, I've been down to Havana for a week and I'm feeling great. A nice quiet vaca tion is just what I needed." February, 1932 27 NOCTURNAL CITY THESE SEVERAL BRUSH AND INK DRAWINGS BY EDGAR BRITTON, UNIQUE AND DISTINCTLY MOD ERN IN TECHNIQUE, ARE CHICAGO SCENES DONE AT NIGHT IN AN ATTEMPT TO CATCH THE DRAMATIC, THE MYSTERIOUSNESS AND THE EERINESS OF NIGHT IN A GREAT CITY. THEY ARE FROM A GROUP OF DRAWINGS, AND PORTRAITS OF PROMINENT CHICAGOANS AS WELL, THAT ARE NOW HANGING IN THE AR TIST'S EXHIBITION IN THE CHICAGO WOMEN'S AID CLUB. 28 The Chicagoan Night Scenes A Bouquet of Nocturnal Reminiscences By Beatrice Kirk 1929 T_JE was nice enough; they might as well go to Zelli's, rather than this endless sitting and talking, even arguing, for it got one no where. Veronica and Alex made a strange pair. Knowing them both, one would be amused, even surprised, that they knew each other. She was very young, clever, gay, and quite a Viennese type with her gray eyes and light brown hair. He worked in the Banker's Trust, the beauty parlor, as it was scathingly called by the less beautiful upstairs. He was quite the young man about town, dark, unsmil ing and something, a very vague something about him that no one liked or could explain. They entered Zelli's and found a table near the floor, for Alex was known wherever he went. Next to them was a long table crowded with a gay group of rich Americans and a of dancing, primitive as the truth of Nature passed through the hands of man." which don't happen." He knew that she had found the "riches that are costlier and more enduring than gold," of which he had none. few French. Veronica glanced over with a look of satisfaction. At least, if you couldn't be one of them, here was a marvelous chance to look on. A very attractive man glanced up at her and, meeting her gaze, held it for a moment. "Why there's Donald St. George. You know, he's just finished a lead in Cochran's re vue." An introduction was soon made and this followed by an invitation to join the so interesting table. Veronica wished she'd worn her new blue Vionnet, but was soon engaged in a deep discussion of Italian restaurants in London. "Would you like a dance, Miss Balfour?" Donald asked presently. "I'd love it," Veronica replied. They stepped onto the floor and the colored orches tra set in to the tune of the so popular Pagan Love Song. Why talk when one could sim ply drift in a kind of heaven? It was the "art 1930 T>LACK, turquoise and crystal were all out- ¦*J lined in silver. The moon had risen. The Souha river wound and crept to the far end of the hills. Brush fires surrounded Lord Greeley's camp, lighting and marking the jun gle. For they were miles away from the famil iar Kenya Colony from which they'd flown thirty miles or so for some shooting. Each whisper from the palms and trees seemed a menace to Veronica. The whirr of bats, the cry of animals near and far were all too dreadful. Unused to Africa as she was, it made her afraid, and she gazed up at the night. "The night was a ship of stars." 1931 TT was bitter cold on the crest of Chanterella. Marco waited, breathless at the beauty of sharp snow and blue peaks. Below lay the toy-like St. Moritz, a silver village against the sapphire sky. It was all so simple, so far from the complexities of his life, and even the tragedies. Marco set off down the dizzy and seemingly unending trail. It was glorious and snow stung his face, sending a delicious ex citement to his nerves. Past small chalets, past other skiers with laughing ladies. At last he reached a long grove of pines, at the end of which was the Palace Hotel. Marco, after the war, was left with only a splendid record, a penniless Italian. As a boy he had won contests for skiing at his school in Cortina. It was only natural that the gay- ety and feeling of prosperity of Switzerland should attract him. He often became satiated with sentimental ladies, champagne and ever lasting music. It was a benediction to get away to the snows and steep his soul in the beauty of light and shadow. When evening came he went to the grill room, which was alight with colors, flashing as blood might through crystal. It was a room done distinctively in cerise, with long silver hangings which pointed toward a ceiling of deep blue set with stars. Veronica sat with two elderly people and a young man who was apparently their son. Veronica represented a different type than those he had known. He could find in her gray eyes a faraway look, as though she were reliving, remembering, perhaps regretting. An old saying came back to him as he stood there, "For the real tragedies of the world are not the things which happen to us, but the things 1932 "T WONDER if Sam will go tonight," Veronica asked her bath sponge. "If he doesn't, I'll take it out on everyone I can. Or maybe I'd better give up, anyway, and not go. But then, this is my first American Char ity Party, and I must go and like it, too." Mrs. Balfour knocked at the door. "Veron ica, dear, do hurry and dress; my dinner's at seven and I want to see you dressed up before I go." "Alright, Mother, I'll hurry if you don't bother me!" Veronica looked at her hair to see if the steam had wrought havoc with her ringlets. Her costume lay on the bed. Marie was ecstatic, "Mademoiselle, it is ravisante. You will be perfectly marvelous!" Veronica too was thrilled. Costume parties were always fun for everyone, whether poet, painter, ambassador. All forgot their little ruts and began anew. The dress was truly lovely, white satin with a sky blue underslip, made magnificent with silver lace, a little cap all of lace to perch on her ringlets. She would be indeed a lady from a Greuze painting. After an informal dinner at a Swedish res taurant, Veronica was excited as only people are who really live to meet new friends, view strange scenes and enjoy all that is beautiful, snow, sun, or the green meadows. On the way to the ball, as time slipped by, a grey and silver moon arose, lingered a mo ment, then slid away to other worlds, other scenes, to dance in a cherry tree or grace a tryst. February, 1932 29 Alburn Chicagoans NUMBER TWO By Jane Spear King Note: The artist, by clever accentuation of the essen tials of character, has endeavored to seize upon some thing of the essence of those ancients whose ideas and ideals have been sown in the heart of our Prairie Metropolis. Carter Henry Harrison, pere, descendant of one of America s foremost families, served four proficient terms as mayor, and his last election, which terminated in his assassination in 1893, was one of the bitterest mayoralty battles waged in civic history. A romantic figure, often seen astride his white horse dash ing to town from the fashionable near west side, he set many feminine hearts a-pounding beneath the frills. His broad-visioned accom plishments for Chicago government are con tained in many volumes. Thomas Hoyne, grandfather of the promi nent Thomas Temple and Maclay Hoynes, was a pioneer lawyer who could brag of beating Abraham Lincoln in a trial. Hoyne won his first case, the prosecution of a mail robber whose defense attorney was the inimi table young Lincoln. In 1837, Hoyne came and got a ten-dollar-a-wee\ job in a court cler\'s office. His particular claim to distinc tion rests upon forty-six years of public life. G. P. A. Healy, renowned for his many English portraits and celebrated paintings of statesmen, resided here two years before his death, in 1894. His important artistic con tributions include a group of Armenian Bish ops to the Art Institute, and a portrait of Lincoln to the T^ewberry Library. His impor tant intellectual contributions concern, mainly, a timely injection of strong aesthetic influence into a young city's brain. A brain swirling with the rest of the curliques into that gay period. His is a deserved page in Chicago's annals. William Bross hailed from K[ew Jersey in 1848, to enter the boo\ and newspaper busi ness. In 1852, unth John L. Scripps, he founded the Democratic Press, Zater consoli dated with the Tribune under the name Press and Tribune. Bross was a foremost commer cial journalist, a member of the city council, a Lieutenant Governor in Illinois. He was much in demand as a public spea\er, prominent for his oratorical and journalistic efforts in sup port of slavery abolition. Francis Cornwall Sherman, one time mayor, father of the famous general, came even before the incorporation of a city of Chicago, and began driving passengers through the wilderness that was Chicago-to-Joliet. And in that wilderness Francis Sherman built a plant and manufactured bric\s. Downtown he built a store which later became Ye Olde Sherman House, famed these more recent years for its children — Ye College Inn, Ye Old Maestro, and such. Marvin Hughitt, dubbed "Grand Old Man of Railroading," was the Chicago Chauncey Depew. His was a sedulous climb from assis tant manager of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Railway in 1870, to the topmost ran\ in the domain of Chicago and Northwestern Railways in 1887. He was one especially liable for this city's supreme position as a nucleus of rail transportation. 30 The Chicagoan Urban Phenomena Here, and Perhaps There, Around the Town By Virginia S k i n k l e /% T this point we are a hi' green-eyed when f-\ we see people packing trunks and go- •*- ¦*- ing Places. . . . Chloe Watson is on her merry way to Miami Beach. . . . "Jerry" Swift will be sending back post cards of Mi mosa and the Italian Lakes. . . . Jack Simpson, on his Trip Around the World, is going to dash into Mr. Gandhi's jungles after Ele phants. . . . Bertha (Palmer) Lewis and her husband have already taken up housekeeping and column-writing in a nice little house in Florida. . . . Annie Laurie Jacques, who mar ried prolly the World's Best Stage Designer (Mr. Jo Mielziner to you), is honeymoon ing in Palm Beach and Europe and will pretty soon, we hope, be hanging curtains at 43 3 East 51st street, Manhattan. One of our more traveled Chicago Girl- Friends who was romping around Russia ran into Bernard Shaw there. They were discuss ing This and That when Our Girl-Friend, for the Devil of It, asked Mr. Shaw how he liked Russia and he replied that it was a great com fort to be in a country that had already had its Revolution! Speaking of Depression (uninvited, we'll admit) have you seen the imposing sign on North Dearborn Street . . . reading (from left to right) "Varicose Veins . . . Reduced"? . . . or have you heard about the Steel Magnate who was being marched around in a box with nine pallbearers when he suddenly sat up and let six of them go? . . . Al Jolson invites us all to walk by his theatre and see Real Dollar Bills being passed around the box office . . . that's what we call bragging. June provines {Gala Vs/orld) and her husband were leaving one Sunday to have luncheon in the country with a few small nephews. They decided to take "Jitters," a completely blind but awfully swell wire-haired and an old rifle for the nephews to play soldier with. We might add that it looked pretty funny to see two perfectly kind- hearted people sneaking out of the Ambas sador Hotel with a Blind Dog and a Rusty Rifle! We heard this story about Local Boy Who Made Good ... it seems that he was assistant editor of a humorous magazine when he de cided that Will Rogers oughta be President. He immediately launched an eight months' cam paign that cost his magazine about a half million dollars (real money). The Editor got a little fed up on account of nothing happen ing and announced his intention of dropping the whole thing. A few months later the Local Boy (who had been sent out to gather a little information) found himself glued to "Tony's," at which magnificent Speakeasy he had spent the entire afternoon. At midnight he sent the editor a three page telegram col lect. "We want Will Rogers for President stop The People want Will Rogers for Presi dent stop We want Will Rogers for Presi- VIRGINIA SKINKLE dent . . . and on through the night. The next morning he found himself taken suddenly Without Job. However an idea hit him and he made a success of it . . . it's Ballyhoo. "Eversharp" sent us a wire from Kansas City that she was being married on the tenth . . . in white with a touch of old lace. . . . They practically moved the Tavern Club to the Germania for the Twelfth Night Ball and we had a good laugh at Bill Boyden running around with a sign "Costumed by Saks" . . . no lie. Now they are having a second team at the Hockey Games . . . they play during the half with broomsticks with the crowd madly cheering. . . . Marion Strobel Mitchell has just finished another novel. . . . Fran 'Weary has joined the woiking goils at Saks-Fifth Avenue. . . . Betty Field is Stage- Struck at the Goodman. ... At our better din ner parties the good old game of Murder is being rapidly supplanted by a strenuous little card game called "Pig." ¦ . . Everyone is still ca-razy for Eddie South's glorious violin selec tions. We understand that the stockholders in the Stadium are feeling pretty good about the Democratic and Republican Conventions. . . . Frances Rawson is one smart girl who has a secretarial job at Winston, Strawn 6? Shaw. . . . Kenny Carpenter, who is now with Na tional Broadcasting, is being congratulated on a million and a half contract that he landed single-handed. . . . Johnny and Kitty Coonley are driving Southward. . . . there have been some swell Charity Racquets Matches in which Bob Gardner and Howard Linn are cheered and cheered. At a school in the New York Slums the teacher asked a little Irish boy what consti tuted a Genius. It seems that the little Irish Boy wouldn't be knowing but at that point a little Polish Boy spoke up and said : "My Pop ... he has a Job." If you don't believe there is any talent in the Junior League you should have dropped in on their Musical and Art exhibit at the Casino Club. Helen Clem- ment's pencil studies of her children and Mary Bartlett's charming modern water colors de lighted us. Also we might add that Betty Poole and Harriet Madlener can play the piano . . . "and how yet." We've lost a bachelor . . . Dick Gunthorpe has put the good ole diamond ring on the finger of a lil girl named "Jo" Phillips. . . . Emmy Pope (now Mrs. Robert Hoffman, Jr., thank you) is pretty proud about having un expectedly turned out to be a good cook and is generally getting very Domestic about it all in a Studio on Rush Street. Now that there is a little snow maybe we'll have some 'winter sports at Indian Hill. . . . anyhow we've had Fun at the Sunday Con certs and Thursday night informal dinners at the Tavern Club and the Theatrical Evenings in Mr. Byfield's Basement. Who said it was a Dull Season? Somebody Smart discovered the popularity of Freddy Von Ammon's piano playing for "K. T." parties and now he has to keep an engagement book. Patty and Mac Car ter, our latest Bride and Groom, were given a Welcome-back-home-from-the-honeymoon tea by the young Owen Wests. . . . Mrs. Hal Kimbrough, who has taken to writing fashion copy, has her name on signboards on the Daily J^ews trucks . . . when in doubt, ask her what is Smart For Spring. Charlie Kimbrough is looping around Philadelphia and Suburbs. . . . "Slim" Letford has been sold on the California Complex. . . . practically everyone seems to have discovered that the service at Chez Louie is par excellence. ... if you don't believe it trv and get a table there at luncheon time. . . . The latest joke from the clothing manufactur ers is that if Hoover is our next president, Gandhi will be the world's Best-Dressed Man. . . . 'Bye Now. February, 1932 31 <g- <xr ^ ^ ^ ^ VS . OS ^ ^ «/¦ .** # ^ * ** <*" & 4^\«f =-? fu ro^ k.0 . „iy :> x6, ,^ »> cN V t<r .<V a c#\^° ^ .0^ «*? «5- & *' &¦ ¦¦vS Florenz Ziegfeld Prescribes For Business Men Who Would Be Glad to Be Tired By William C. Boyden THE Tired Business Man is an anachron ism in these deflated days. One can not get very tired sitting at a desk waiting for the customer who would be glad to buy if someone would in turn buy from him. But there are other states of being which are equally in need of such shows as Ziegfeld's Follies of 1931 (Illinois). So let us say that here is the best sort of pick-me-up for the Depressed Business Man, and aren't we all? Like a five point rise in Steel this expensive melange acts like a shot of some exhilarating dope in the seat of melancholy, wherever that may be. It proves again, if proof were needed, that the good taste of Ziegfeld will invariably produce more satisfying stuff than the brash- ness of Carroll and his ilk. What Ballyhoo is to Hooey and Slapstic\, the Follies is to the Vanities. Not that Harry Richman and Jack Pearl are so pure in speech in their present employment. On the contrary, there are plenty of Arnoesque belly-laughs in the Follies, but, praise be, the skits are frankly carnal and not concerned with the vagaries of the boys who pay fees to psychoanalysts. And the girls are beauteously nude, rather than brazenly naked. What girls! To these old eyes the smoothest bunch that ever deserted Broad way. You can take your choice of a rich variety of acts and performers. Personally, I was most titillated by the charming freshness of Hal LeRoy and Mitzi Mayfair, by the girls, by Frank and Milt Britton's Gang of nutty jazzers, in the order named. Others might find greater excitation in the burlesque of Grand Hotel, in the Broadwayisms of Harry Richman, in the gutteral word-chewing of Jack Pearl. ivS Husbands Go belongs in the Blackstone. It has class without recourse to the spurious high-tonery so often employed by references to tea at the Ritz, the Isotta Fraschini and Chablis with the Sole. Its peo ple are all decent humans with whom one might be happy to spend a week-end. Its theme — the struggle of a wife between a humdrum husband and a romantic lover — while not par ticularly startling, is presented amusingly and solved with a fresh and novel twist. Rachel Crothers wrote it, and she is an American au thor who can compete with her British cousins in the concoction of so-called high comedy. Of course Miss Crothers, in writing of the Be nighted States, can not consistently throw in as many Dukes as Mr. Lonsdale does, but she knows her Americans of the upper and upper- middle classes quite as well as Lonsdale knows his Burke's Peerage. Her wit may not be equal to his, but she writes her dialogue with humor and understanding. The play owes much to its actors. I saw the show in California last summer with an in different cast, and its luster was somewhat dimmed. The present company are decidedly on the stylish side. Catherine Doucet is cork ing in one of those silly-dam parts like Mary Poland's in The Vinegar Tree. She captures about nine-tenths of the many laughs. Most of the remaining chuckles are evoked by our competent townsman, Roman Bohnen, a young man who plays old men with young ideas. Gloria Holden, as the wife, is tall, dark and beautiful; Marjorie Lytell, as a flapper, is small, blonde and pretty. Admirers of both types will be satisfied customers. Jacob Ben-Ami is a seri ous minded thespian. He finds his art most at home in soul-twisting turgidities of the Ibsen-Strindberg type. So he gathered about him a bunch of sixth grade actors and brought Samson and Delilah into the Adelphi for a couple of weeks. It was heavy stuff, all about a frowsy poet in revolt against philistinism. The poet writes a play called Samson and Delilah, satirizing the crass mob; his minx of a wife acts in it, at the same time betraying him with a furniture dealer; suicide (and right in full view of the audience) is the solution. Alackaday! Two things made the exhibit tol erable; the acting of Ben- Ami, a performance slow-paced but sincere and deeply felt; the torso of Francelia Waterbury, generously dis played and framed to stir the most lethargic. Nikita Balieff is a roguish fellow. He made a smash hit in his first Chauve-Souris by some of the worst mangling of the English language ever heard on any stage. The quidnuncs tell me that he now speaks better English than most dramatic critics, but he still comes before the curtain, grins like a carven cheese and talks as though he had just said good-bye to the In spector at Ellis Island. A most engaging chap! His current edition of The Bat Theater, al though lacking the novelty of the original, provides a thoroughly acceptable evening's en tertainment. There is good gypsy singing, cutely contrived figures and figurines, amusing song-and-dance sketches, and The Queen of Spades, a fantastic melodrama whose seven scenes carry from 1775 to 1830 the story of a young Russian Lieutenant who murders an old Countess to wrest from her the secret of suc cess at faro. It is broadly and powerfully acted by two Britishers, George Hayes and Marie Ault. While something of a departure for the Chauve-Souris, the playlet makes an interest ing adjunct to the evening. Balieff and his troupe definitely belong in the category of the more interesting things of the theatre. When the New York Theatre Guild produced Fata Morgana eight years ago the play was hailed by sapient guys like George Jean Nathan as the last word in sexual psychology. Something has happened to the drama, or to us, since that innocent era. As unfolded at the Harris by the Dramatic League, it suggests nothing more than a drama tization of the hit of American folklore en titled Only a Boy (if unfamiliar with the lat ter work, consult the Reverend Phillip Yarrow). Unlike my betters who review the drama for the daily press, I am under no duty to report here the plots of plays. But the story of Fata Morgana is such a perfect example of what the instructor in English A used to call "unity," that I feel impelled to divulge it. Here it is — a Hungarian boy of eighteen is left alone in a house with a woman of thirty- five — she seduces him — he carries on something awful. The audience on the first night did not appear to regard these didoes as about three jumps ahead of Freud. Instead, they were in clined to laugh. Ara Gerald, who essays the role of the baneful Mrs. Fay, is in a measure responsible for the seeming banality of the proceedings. She plays the seductress along very "broad" lines. Morgan Farley again has the role of the lad and emotes in his customary Fruehling Erwachen manner. As the cuckolded husband, Richard Temple adopts the approved method of French farce and probably gets more laughs than the author intended. But that made it all the easier to stand. When Chevalier was announced "in the flesh" (a phrase which the actor himself gen ially ridicules) , I at once thought of a charm ing lady who had seen every Chevalier picture at least three times, so fascinating had she found the cinematographic reproduction of the gay Frenchman. And we took the lady and her husband to the opening. Can one say more of Monsieur Chevalier than that our expectant guest found him even more delightful from the third row of the Erlanger than from the balconies of moving picture emporiums? Only that his understandable attractiveness to women in no way precludes masculine appre ciation. Chevalier is a phenomenon in the amusement world somewhat comparable to Chaplin or Jolson. In other words, a natural. The first half of Cornelia Otis Skinner's single-handed effort at the Studebaker was a competent, if unexciting series of topical impersonations. Then came The Vi/ives of Henry VIII, a plausibly differ entiated study of six women who proved, if nothing else, the catholicity of their husband's taste. The respective monologues were sus tained dramatically, and written so as to pro vide a history lesson in pleasing tablet form. George Bernard Shaw might not have ap proved of some of the "ad lib" gags interjected by Charles Purcell into the book of The Chocolate Soldier (Erlanger), but they served to modernize innocently a libretto quite as good as most of the contemporary stuff which accompanies the melodies of Romberg and Friml. Purcell is a rara avis, a tenor with a comedy technique. Therefore, just the man for Bummerli, the soldier who believed in keeping his chocolate dry. Another veteran, Vivienne Segal, (I refer to experience, not years) has plenty of voice for the Letter Song and the famous My Hero, as well as an abun dance of easy grace and charm. These two, with several other efficient performers, give this famous operetta an eminently worth-while revival. February, 1932 33 A Day on Olympus, 111. The State Legislature Gropes, Grabs and Governs By Milton S . M a y e r ". . . The whole thing, with its riot and confusion, is a wonderful novelty to the legislators themselves as well as to the observers." — The Prostrate State — South Carolina Under 7\[egro Govern ment, by James S. Pike (1873). THE Gentleman from Jefferson (Thompson) : All this talk is getting so damned tiresome that we're ready to give Cook County all the relief it wants. What it really needs is a little relief from its representatives. The Gentleman from Cook (O'Grady) : Well, the stock yards is a better place to live than Jefferson County. The Gentleman from Jefferson : Well, you can sit down and shut up. The Gentleman from Cook: Mr. Speaker, this is the first time I've ever heard one representative tell another to sit down and shut up. The Gentleman from Jefferson: Well, you'll hear it again, if you stay here. x\ great guffaw issues from the arena as the Gentleman from Jeffer son scores his point. His supporters yell half way across the hall, "Nice work," "Good go ing, kid," "That's telling him, Frank." A few walk over to his seat and pat him admiringly on the back. Supporters of the Gentleman from Cook protest, "Where do you get that stuff?" "Where do you think you're at?" "Take a poke at him, O'Grady." Neutral Gentlemen whose rest is disturbed by the pan demonium are heard to mutter, "Lousy," "Sit down," "Shut up, you guys." Seven Gentlemen, of the one hundred forty- four present, are asleep, some with their heads frankly on their desks, some ingeniously up right in their chairs. Forty-four of the Gen tlemen are reading pamphlets or documents. Eight are reading the sports sheet. Five have their feet on their desks, presenting the soles of their shoes to the penetrating eye of the Speaker of the House. Four are eating apples voraciously. Two are finishing bags of pea nuts. Approximately one hundred thirty-five are puffing cigars, and the dark, jaded old hall is thick and foul with the motionless smoke. The guffaw dies down and the clatter of fifty assorted conversations fills the House. Most of them, unless business of the most pri vate nature is being discussed, are loud enough to prevent anyone in the vicinity from hearing the speaker. Fortunately, no one. in the vicin ity wants to hear the speaker. Clusters of from two to five Gentlemen sprawl on and around individual desks. An occasional roar of laughter, punctuated by rural expletives and the slapping of thighs, indicates that a good story has just been told. Some of the members are entertaining lob byists at their desks; some have left their places to confer with lobbyists or friends ranged along the walls of the chamber. Some are walking aimlessly about, exchanging rau cous greetings with fellow-Gentlemen. Some are leaving the hall, some are entering. Pages flit from one desk to another, bearing a glass of water to each Gentleman who arises to speak. If the Gentleman thumps his desk hard enough in emphasizing some point of debate the glass tips over and has to be refilled while enemies of the inundated Gentleman hoot and guffaw at his discomfort and friends look pained and sympathetic. I he sovereign state of Illinois is being governed. The Speaker has called the session to order one full hour late. God has been invoked (He will be invoked frequently during the session in such phrases as "for God's sake," "God help us all," "God give us strength," "In the name of God"), the clerk has read the roll, omitting the name of one of the Gentlemen from Cook who has just entered the Federal penitentiary, and the cur tain has been rung up on another performance of the divine comedy of Illinois. The House of Representatives of the 57th Illinois General Assembly is in special session. The Solons are at work. The dog pound, the children's hour, the robbers' den, the monkey- house, the zoo — to cull the polite few from a long list of pet names furnished by the gentle men of the press — is on exhibit. It is January in Springfield. In May, when Springfield is warm and languid, the members will sit in their rolled-up shirt sleeves. A ma jority of the desks will be tenanted bv feet. Apples and peanuts will have given way to pop and ice cream. The pages will run back and forth to the refreshment stand just out side the door (where the bar used to be) . The babble of fifty conversations will be lower. Legislators sleep better in May than in January. The Governor doesn't bother to read his own harmless and hopeful message to the spe cial session. He is accused by his enemies of being afraid to stand up like a man and read his sinister and nefarious message. But he doesn't care; his sun has already set; he has nothing to lose. Louis Quatorze never disre garded his ministers more casually. Speaker David E. Shan- ahan has just received the following telegram from Chicago: Denis F. Kelly, Knight of the Golden Cross and loop property owners. Moe Rosenberg, Knight of the Round Table, and Tony Chermok, Knight of the Golden Calf, hereby demand that you indict, convict, and execute by inquisi tion and without trial kelly's nephew John Conroy for crimes committed by loop property owners in forcing reas SESSMENT of 1928, also . . . Hang all these Democrats so that Democracy may live and Tony may become assessor, governor, mayor, president of the school board, president of the sanitary district, president of the county board, chief justice of the criminal court, and state's ATTORNEY. Pontius Pilate. Mayor A. J. Cermak of Chicago sits on the rostrum alongside the Speaker. Speaker Shan- ahan, still chuckling, attempts to set a time limit on speeches for and against the passage of Senate Bill 14 — the so-called Kelly plan for the salvation of destitute Cook County. A debate begins on the time-limit proposition, and Speaker Shanahan, old and ironical, ends it with an interjection. "All right, turn on the valves and let's go." This witticism is greeted with wild delight by the members. No representative ever misses an opportunity to make a speech. It is a cardinal principle, the loaves-and-fishes of his life. It is the only importance most of them will ever have, their only chance to be heroes. Many of them know they'll never be reelected, so they glitter while they can, before they go out, like falling stars, forever. But many of them are ambitious. They want to start their spellbinding early, for they intend to be U. S. Senators within a few years and U. S. Presi dents before they die, despite the record that Senators and Presidents don't come from the ranks of ward-heelers and countryside hand shakers which supply us so prolifically with state legislators. Illiteracy abounds and prospers in House debate. Rep. Holton of East St. Louis draws a round of huzzahs with, "What ain't good for St. Clair County ain't good for Chicago." Rep. Libonati of Chicago is one of several protagon ists of the 2 5 -cent word at any price, and his listeners are left to unriddle such gems as, "No one can accusedly say that this is so." Mistimed gestures leave many a correspond ence school orator with his hands flung toward Heaven and his mouth empty. When a repre sentative expresses himself in coherent, gram matical phrases, it is assumed that he did not write the speech himself. There is a whole corps of "ghosts" or free lance speech writers in Springfield. "Their breasts inflate with the milk of human kindness like a balloon tire," declaims Rep. Sol Handy of Marshall in a burst of rural rhetoric. Every second speaker invokes the spirits of Lincoln and Douglas. "God give us men," Rep. Snell of Carlinville screams, "men whom the spoils of office cannot buy, men who have honor, men who have integrity, men who have conscience, men — " ("Don't let your voice crack," Rep. McSweeney of Chi cago warns sotto voce) " — who have the will! — " (Here Rep. Snell's voice cracks and a thunder of applause cascades from the gallery) . The legislators are proud of themselves. In the year 1932 they seem to retain the belief that illiteracy, and (Continued on page 60) 34 The Chicagoan CHICAGOAN OF THE MONTH MELVIN a. traylor For distinguished advisory service in national, state and city finance, and for sagacious leadership in emergency relief An Intaglio Relief Cut Directly by Oskar J. W. Hansen, Sc. IED FOR REPRODUCTION BY TROWBRIDGE CHARCOALS BY HELEN WALLACE / Y BARBARA SENN MRS GORDON KELLY BEATRICE KIRK BETTY OFFIELD 36 The Chicagoan POSES BY PAUL STONE -RAYMOR MRS. W. IRVING OSBORNE RUTH CROSSETT VIRGINIA WALLER MRS. 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Weir * zrashi 1 FLOOR 'on of new fashions 'QtSaks-Fifth Avenue Fur-edged sleeves on the little jacket of a new print. An unusually lovely pattern in a scroll design in the print. Sizes 12 to 42 at 79.50 Paisley printed silk — exquisite fabric in an adorably feminine dress with a little jacket. Sizes 12 to 40 at 110.00 Mi at Chestnut February, 1932 GERTRUDE KEELEY MEMORIAL AT NIGHT A FAIRY-LIKE SETTING IN SILVER AND BLACK AN ANODYNE FOR TIRED MINDS AND BODIES AT DAY FLOODED WITH SUNLIGHT GAY YET RESTFUL, WITH ITS ETCHED AND PAINTED GLASS PANELS FRAMED IN SOFTLY LUSTROUS METAL AND THE EVER FLOWING FOUNTAIN IN THE CENTER OF THE MIRRORED WALL. 40 The Chicagoan MODERN CHICAGO CANVASES THE GALLILEAN BY TODROS GELLER EDISON BY CARL HALLSTHAMMAR A CORNER OF MAXWELL STREET BY A. L. POLLACK STILL LIFE BY RAMON SHIVA February, 1932 41 BY MODERN CHICAGO ARTISTS SEVEN BY SALCIA BAHNC SELF PORTRAIT GESTURE (self portrait as dancer) BY MACENA BARTON BY RIFKA ANGEL The Chicagoan What'll We Do With It? An Inquiry Into the Future of Modern Art By C. J. Bulliet NOW that Modern Art has come to town, through the various and devious channels we have discussed during the past six months in these pages, what of it? At a little informal luncheon at the Arts Club, "¦Modernism's" Chicago storm center, several weeks ago, three of us who have been in the forefront of the battle for liberalism asked the question of each other. The answer wasn't very heartening. One of us suggested that perhaps 500 Chicagoans had been "educated into what it is all about" after thirteen years of persistent effort on the part of the Arts Club's leaders and their allies. The other two of us chorused that the estimate is too high. Perhaps it isn't in the Anglo-Saxon blood to "understand." London, while trafficking commercially in the "heresy" along with the other European capitals, still takes to its heart of hearts portraits that rival the camera for physical accuracy and landscapes whereon cat tle can graze and in whose trees birds can sing. Even the Cezannish English heretics, whose chief is Augustus John, never have got away from "representation" and into the archaic Greek, African and Oriental idea of introspec tive interpretation that the French and the Germans so readily grasped and improved upon. New York and Chicago follow in the foot steps of London, rather than Paris and Munich — not only the American artists, but the American patrons of art. The agitation for "un derstanding" in Chicago, while it has broken the iron grasp of the czars of taste who came into power with the World's Fair in 1893, and who used that power mercilessly in pro tecting the mart for themselves by rigidly ex cluding youngsters of advanced ideas, has so far substituted nothing satisfactory. The mart, dead for the "old hats," is not yet born for the liberals. Among the 500 we discussed over black cof fee, there is a pitifully small percentage of men and women with money to buy, and this percentage is cut into an almost infinitesimal fraction when you exclude the buyers who buy only established French pictures, afraid to take a chance on the uncertified, particularly those at their door- Lovers of "old hat" art — of sunsets, of moonlights on the ocean, of cows standing knee deep in pasture brooks, of lovely semi-nudes of the French Second Empire, and the like — are afraid, likewise, to buy. They vaguely and uncomfortably feel that there must be some thing in "Modernism," though they detest it themselves — something that may mark the col lector of these freaks and insanities as "up-to-date." They don't want the new things, but neither do they want the old, for fear of being laughed at as old-fashioned. In New York, this feeling is being dissipated somewhat. Powerful social leaders are taking up the "Moderns" — the milder ones. It is becoming fashionable over there to own a Kuhn or a Karfiol or a James Chapin or some others, to the number of about twenty-five. Propaganda has reached such proportions that these can hang on their walls as safely as could once a Murphy or a Chase or an Inness. Chicago has not yet arrived at that delec table pass, and will not until voices of au thority, backed by money, begin to speak and speak forcibly and often. What have we here for the voices and the money to work on? When Julius Meier- Graefe, foremost of living art critics, visited Chicago in 1928 on a tour of America in search of what some New York art dealers fondly hoped might be "discoveries" that could be turned into money (Meier-Graefe "discov ered" El Greco for this generation, fixed Cezanne's place in the hall of fame, and is now engaged in cannonizing Picasso) an "Ex hibition of Chicago Moderns" was arranged by Chicago's radical leaders in the little gal lery of "Neo-Arlimusc," which Rudolph Weisenborn was instrumental in founding af ter leaving the No- Jury society. The idea was to gather together all the really significant paintings and pieces of sculpture the Chicago Modernists had done since the Armory shows. But the time was too short and the artists were too widely scattered to carry through to complete success. However, this show, despite several works of little significance rushed in at the last min ute to fill out, was the best that has been staged so far, for the voices and the money to work on. Eliminating the inconsequential, these artists were represented: Stanislas Szukalski, Rudolph Weisenborn, Salcia Bahnc, Emil Armin, Ramon Shiva, A. L. Pollack, Todros Geller, Karl Hoeckner, Raymond Katz, Jean Crawford Adams, Helen West Heller, and Paul A. Florian, Jr., among the painters, and these sculptors: Tennessee Mitchell Anderson, Carl Hallsthammar and Tud Kempf. Raymond Johnson, Frances Foy, Gustaf Dalstrom, Katherine Dudley, George Josimo- vich, Beatrice S. Levy, Ralph Erbaugh and Frances Strain might well have graced the list, and since then Rifka Angel has come to town from New York by way of Moscow and Macena Barton has laid aside the cap and gown of her school days and become a painter to be reckoned with. Meier-Graefe went back to his native Ger many without news of any phenomenal genius in Chicago. But then New York fared little better, the water colorist, John Marin, alone arousing any interest in accredited quarters for his critical faculties. 1 hese Chicagoans aver age very well with the New Yorkers for talent, but they lag in fame and, in some instances, in fortune, because Chicago picture dealers have been slower in taking up their cause than the painting merchants along Fifty-seventh Street, and they have had little "national pub licity" in the magazines, whose home offices are mostly in New York and whose western hori zon is bounded by the Hudson river. Nor, as yet, have Chicago society leaders thought fit to take them up and fight for or over them Of a number of these local artists of ex ceptional talent we have already spoken at more or less length in relating "how modern art came to town." Weisenborn, it will be recalled, was a prime organizer of the "run away show" and of No-Jury, and long No- Jury's president. He is now painting, and teaching others how to paint. His chief lieu tenant of old days, Raymond Jonson, has been painting for many years in the deserts of the west, and was in Chicago only this January with a show of his highly-colored, geometrical abstractions at Increase Robinson's Studio gallery. Szukalski was the colony's picturesque "bad boy" during the war years, as we have related; Helen West Heller named the No-Jury society, and is one of the most faithful and most tal ented of the group; Karl Hoeckner, another veteran, paints mystically and socially, his The Home Coming from war being one of the most powerful canvases in the Neo-Arlimusc show; Beatrice S. Levy was one of the dissenters from the group of Art Institute students back in the Armory show days, who tried "Henry Hair-Mattress" for his art crimes; Jean Craw ford Adams, Frances Strain, Frances Foy and Gustaf Dalstrom have all been prominent in the furthering of the No- Jury movement. Of the Chicago artists in our picked group, Salcia Bahnc has been the most fortunate in winning both recognition and a wide distribu tion of her pictures. A student of Szukalski, she attracted attention for herself first by some expert paintings on silk in "primitive" style. Later, she developed into a painter of female nudes, suggestive of both Cezanne and Rubens, and in this epoch she did some remarkable Biblical characters, Lot's Daughters, Judith and The Shulamite. She became, too, a suc cessful painter of portraits in a vigorous style. Her fame has spread to France, where she has been living and painting for the past three years. Her commercial success has been due largely to the fact that the Chester Johnson galleries have taken up her work and pushed it vigorously. Salcia Bahnc is a Polish-Jewess, of the European family of Van Ast that has given artists to the world in other generations. Rifka Angel is a tiny Russian- Jewess, formerly a dancer in New York and a model for painters and sculptors of dancing figures. Very much alive to everything that is going on around her, Rifka, like Suzanne Valadon, February, 1932 43 mother of Utrillo, learned to paint watching the artists from her model stand. She is Chi cago's most talented "primitive," doing persons and animals and even buildings and trees with a droll understanding, filtered through the tem perament of a dancing sprite. Rifka, too, is assembling a little group of collectors of her paintings, having had two successful shows at the Chicago establishment of Knoedler- Another "primitive" of exceptional talent is Pollack, an elderly cloth ing salesman, likewise Jewish, who started painting in earnest only after he was fifty. Of crude talent technically, Pollack displayed an uncanny feeling for fundamentals and a power of visualizing his ideas. His Stoc\ Yards is the most successful transcription yet made to canvas of the spirit of Chicago's great slaughter house. He did also a Crucifixion that was startling among the millions the artists have been doing in the past nineteen hundred years, centering the attention on the railing thief. Pollack is a "discovery" of Weisen- born's, who gave him his first show at Neo- Arlimusc. For the past two or three years he has been in New York, a "village" figure. Still another "primitive," of a wholly dif ferent type from either of the preceding, is Ralph Erbaugh, who does strange, uncanny, unheard-of things with color, sometimes using house paint. His pictures have dream quali ties suggestive of such opposites as Zak and Henri Rousseau, though partaking of neither. Erbaugh loves violent colors splashed against colors as violent, but the resulting picture is generally static, the colors working out a pe culiar harmony of their own instead of clash ing violently. Erbaugh is wholly untutored, wholly spontaneous. Ramon Shiva is the most expert colorist working in Chicago, and his resulting pictures are comparable for both skill and inspiration with anything that is shown by the New York group. Shiva is a Spaniard who came to Chi cago, a youth, about the time of the Armory show. He had already had the best of tech nical schooling in Spain. He became here a color grinder by profession, and he is a mas ter of the paint he mixes. He works generally on large canvases, and his resulting pictures have frightened admirers, who might be tempted to buy, by their size — by their size and by the fact that he is a very daring painter of the nude. Shiva probably leads the Chicago group in the technical perfection of his art, and it is not a technique that deadens. Todros geller is a Jew immensely learned in the pictorial lore of his race from the days of Aaron's golden calf to the days of Chagall. His learning is reflected in his paintings and his woodcuts. He has so journed for months at a time in Palestine and in the ghettos of Europe, studying the Jews both socially and artistically. Geller is so talented as an artist as to be worthy, perhaps, of designation as an American Chagall — only a Chagall in serious mood, profoundly racial, as the great Russian often is. Lighter in touch in something of the same strain is Raymond Katz, who is also a satirist known in this mood to readers of The Chicagoan under the designation "Sandor." Emil Armin is also strongly racial in his feeling, although he is most successful with simpler, more rustic types. When he paints PROMEHADE BY TENNESSEE MITCHELL ANDERSON priestly grandeur, it is rather with a feeling of childish awe than with the understanding of Geller, wise as the Rabbi himself. Armin is classed among our "primitives," but he re sembles Van Gogh rather than Rousseau. Paul A. Florian, Jr., is a one-picture artist, so far as Chicago knows him from exhibitions. Head of an advertising agency, he painted Two Nudes and sent it to the No-Jury show in 1927, on a bet. It was the first picture he had painted since the outbreak of the world war, which interrupted his art studies. It was the sensation of the show, and had the further distinction of being removed from the walls by policewomen in a raid, when five other canvases suffered a similar fate. Florian's can vas was harmless enough in the technicalities police usually look for, being little more than a black and a 'white silhouette. But it had " temperament," akin to Beardsley or Alastair. It later was shown unmolested in the Neo- Arlimusc group arranged for Meier-Graefe. George Josimovich is a violent extremist, a Cubist for awhile and now painter of nudes that frighten into spasms the "old hats" who have schooled themselves to look without blanching on the figures of the French "Mod erns." Josimovich resembles rather the Ger man Expressionists in his truculence. The latest arrival among the distinguished talents of Chicago is Macena Barton. She is from Michigan, of remote English ancestry, and is a graduate and post-graduate of the Art Institute school, and yet despite all this staid "background" she has turned out a chal lenging individualist. She has a sort of de moniacal bravery in the presence of color, tak ing the longest chances with the most barbaric pigments, and usually winning out. Her se vere academic training has given her a control that would otherwise result in a wild dance of frenzied hues. She is a painter, generally, of portraits and of nudes — of late, for the lat ter, she has used negro models as being more highly tinted and working more harmoniously against the backgrounds she loves. I he late Tennessee Mitchell Anderson was leader of Chicago's Modern sculptors. Possessor of an impish sense of humor, her sculptured portraits re solved themselves usually into caricatures, many of them with a satiric sting. Mrs. An derson was lacking in technical skill, a lack she was rapidly overcoming at the time of her mys terious death alone in her apartment, where she lay nearly a week before being found. Carl Hallsthammar, a sculptor in wood, has become nationally known for his figures, which also are humorous, but with a more kindly fun. Though Swedish by birth, Hallsthammar's drollery resembles that of Dickens and the English. He is more subtle and less grotesque than the continentals. Hallsthammar of late has been doing a series of serious portraits on wooden panels, of which Lincoln and Edison are completed, and Washington well under way. Tud Kempf, another carver of wood, is a distortionist, sometimes doing amazing things, elongated, attenuated bodies, suggested by the grain of the wood. Kempf is one of the most picturesque figures of the "colony." He is a master of ballyhoo, one summer showing his things in a tent at an amusement park. But, with all that, he is serious in his intent, and sometimes does something really worth while sculpturally. I hese are, to my way of thinking, and after going carefully through the No-Jury and other lists and recalling the many personal contacts with artists during the past seven years, the most promising the Chicago scene affords. All of them deserve to have done for them what the commercial galleries and the society leaders of New York are doing for the Gothamites. No giants, granted, of international stature, but there are no colossi in New York either. Some valiant and laudable attempts are be ing made by the artists to help themselves, but all history indicates help must come, too, from the outside. It is good exercise to at tempt to lift yourself by your bootstraps, but really to ascend, the laws of gravity decree an external boost. We have both money and society in Chi cago. Who'll put 'em to work? 44 The Chicagoan Lincoln in Washington Or, If You Prefer, Washington in Lincoln By Edward Everett Altrock IN 1897 Willie Keeler of the Baltimore Ori oles batted .432. That was before the "balloon ball" and probably not many of you, except you "old timers," remember it. And that, too, was the stuff of which fine bats men are made in any league. But it really was just a kick in the bucket compared to what Ed Delehanty did the next year, 1899, for the Philadelphias. Ed batted .408 — .408, mind you. Well, that got things started (and it's just about time, you will say) . Sherwood Magee of the same team batted .331 in 1910 and in 1912 Heinie ("Peerless Leader") Zimmerman batted and fielded .373 for the Chicago Cubs. But we mustn't forget Hans Wagner, Larry Lajoie, Jake Daubert and Tyrus Cobb. If all these fellows had played on the same team, say in 1913, their total batting average for that year would have been 1.572, or just four points below Abraham Lincoln's batting aver age in 1857. And that is the little known side of Lincoln. .Many stories, personal and impersonal, many clever quips, sparkling bon mots, smart retorts, brusk sallies, brisk walks, a glass of orange juice for breakfast every morning and lots of bran have been told and retold about Washington, Garfield, Ches ter A. Arthur, James K. Polk, Millard Fill more, Rutlidge, Coolidge, Hoover, Smoot, Root, Ann Hathaway, Walter Noble Burns, Edward Everett Altrock, Dr. Morris Fishbein and Ashton Stevens, but stories about Abra ham C. Lincoln, the fourth president of the United States and the Father of his Country, are rare — as rare as old wine, as the poet says. One amusing little story came to us in a roundabout way from a Mr. Ed Delehanty of Batavia, Illinois. Mr. Delehanty owns a Buick, but can certainly tell a good story when he knows one. Late one day while rummag ing through his attic he happened upon an old trunk. At first he didn't remember whose trunk it was and then he decided that it must have belonged to his Grandmother Higgins- ville, and so it did. On opening it Mr. Delehanty discovered several old suits of clothes, two mufflers, some thing that looked like a diary (and later, strange as it may seem, turned out to be a diary), one mitten, a de luxe holiday edition of Edgar Guest and a letter. He has never opened the letter, so to this day he doesn't know what is contained therein. But the diary he did read. And what a diary it was! On its worn leather cover was lettered "'Compli ments of Hotel Spencer, Marion, Indiana." It was for the year 1857. Between page 10 (on which was interesting information about How to Raise the Body of a Drowned Person and How to Get Rid of Rats) and page 11 (tell ing how to figure Strength of Belt Leather, the Rules for Calculating Speed of Pulleys, Simple Cure for Felon and a fairly complete list of our Rational Par\s) was a tiny Confed erate flag. But the most intriguing part of the diary was the entries for the month of June, from which we shall do some quoting. "June 1 — Kentucky was admitted to the Union 1792. "June 2 — James Boswell met Dr. Johnson for the first time 1763." Then there were several blank pages, so Mr. Delehanty assumed that there was not much to write about till June 25. In the space for that date was written, in a fine Italian hand, "Stanford White murdered in 1906. My God, they shot the wrong archbishop!" "June 29 — Molly Pitcher made a sergeant 1778." That's pretty clear, of course, but fol lowing that statement of fact were a number of lines penned in a cramped style, obviously by another than the owner of the diary. We shall quote them in full: "The largest cavern in the world is the Mammoth Cave, Kentucky. I wonder what Abe meant when he wrote that he couldn't meet me in Oak Park in March. It's been that long since I've heard from him. Little Hermes and the baby ask about him so often. And I don't know what to tell them. I'm heartsick and the heartease have ceased to bloom." That looks pretty bad, we admit, but later that week Mr. Delehanty made the fortunate discovery that his Grandmother Higginsville hadn't been writing about Abraham Lincoln at all, but about her husband, Mr. Delehanty 's own grandfather, Abraham Higginsville. But everyone who has been asked about it con siders Mr. Delehanty's contribution to "Lin- colniana" well worth the effort. Another amusing inci dent in Lincoln's life and one which gives the reader a fine insight into the character and native wit of the Great Emancipator, as he is sometimes known, is the little story about the club women from Albany who called on him when he was in the White House. Several club women from Albany called on Lincoln when he was in the White House. The war was on, and maybe you think they didn't know it, too. "Mr. President," said the spokeswoman, "We have been hearing ugly rumors that Gen eral Grant takes asperin practically every morning in place of breakfast. We feel it our duty to tell you this, because it is a bad in fluence on the Army of the North as a whole and on future generations, although it will be great stuff for your biographers." "Let us have faith that right makes might," replied Lincoln and then, turning to Stanton, "Fred, order General Grant to eat two poached eggs on dry toast for breakfast every morning — he'll feel a lot better by eleven o'clock if he does." There is another episode in the life of the great man that is not known to many. It was during the hard winter of 1777. Washington had just crossed the Delehanty, and successfully too, and was en camped on the slopes of Princeton. A group of club women from Albany visited his camp to complain about General Abercrombie, the British commander. "General Washington," said the spokes woman, "We are hearing ugly rumors about General Abercrombie. It is said that he takes a tumberful of Scotch whiskey every morning before breakfast. We think it is that which is undermining our Cause. Are you going to stand there and take it?" The General thought he would. Then: "Fred," said the great man, turning to Stanton, "I'll have three fingers of the same." And that incident was later known as "the shot that was heard around the world." Lin coln used to tell the story with great gusto many times during the trials and tribulations of the Civil War and he always added, "And that was the shot that -was heard around the world." One afternoon while Lincoln was pacing up and down the White House steps an old colored mammy accosted him. "Massa Lincoln," said the old colored mammy in her quaint dialect, "Me got son Al in army to be shot at sunrise. What Great White Father do to save Al?" "What regiment?" asked the kindly man. "Cunel Elmer Elsworth's foreign legion," replied the old colored mammy in her quaint dialect which fitted her like a glove. "That's Africa," said Lincoln to himself as he turned away without reply. That is, it has always been supposed that he said that to himself. Anyway, the old colored mammy didn't have a very satisfactory interview as the reader may readily see if he wants to. Little is known of Ab raham Lincoln's childhood, except that he was born in a log cabin which was later put into song and story by Harriet Beecher Stowe and, it is said on good authority, it was that which really started the Civil War. In his youth he split rails for his father and was later farmed out to the Chicago White Sox by the Athletics. One equally amusing incident which shows the "Peerless Leader" for the man he was, oc curred when he was but seven years old. He had been splitting rails all one morning and had got pretty sick of it. His father was doing some painting about the place. Abe asked if he too might paint. He asked several times, receiving a negative answer to each childish request. Finally, in sheer desperation, he asked again. "Yes," replied Old Tom rather sharply, for heaven's sake go pastel." "M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z," replied the boy Lincoln. It was not until 1865, however, that Lin coln was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth. February, 1932 45 CHICAGOAN KARLETON HACKETT We contrive to snap the most distinguished representative of Chicago's musical Old Guard in a particularly roguish mood. He has, perhaps, just panned an obnoxious tenor, a delightful tas\ for any conscientious critic. As such he sits firmly in his Evening Post of judgment. On the rolls of the Tavern he ran\s as President. Then, too, he is a veteran officer of the American Conservatory where he has toiled these many years teaching us poor mortals how to sing. The most benevolent of despots, he is conspicuous in this wicked age, for old-fashioned honesty and cando' Rhapsody in Blue The Dour Sergei Reconquers the West By Robert Poll a k THE celebration, during January, of Greater Rachmaninow Week, brought thousands of spontaneous enthusiasts to Orchestra Hall. Rachmaninow (alias Rach maninoff, Rachmaninow, yes, and even Rakh- maninoff) , appearing once as soloist in his Sec ond Concerto, twice in his Third, conquered his audiences as no pianist has done in my memory, or probably in Karleton Hackett's for that matter. As the Russian virtuoso came out on the stage the clients rose in homage, and at his final chords they stamped and cheered as if Albie Booth has just run ninety yards for a touchdown. The great Serge, illustrious inheritor of the Liszt-Rubinstein tradition, played as usual with colossal technique, adamantine rhythm, and a careful lyricism that took much of the sweet poison out of the more diabetic passages in the concertos. His pianism, plangent, slightly chilled, superbly intelligent, stands in bleak but healthy contrast to the dated romanticism of his composition. A star mem ber of the conservative Moscow troupe, he has made only gingerly explorations into the tone world of today. With a sadness tinged by his avowed frustration he uses the materials of his master, Tschaikowsky, with an intensely personal style, a style bearing his ineluctable trademark, yet devoid of the values that make the works of genius live for centuries. His tonal milieu has forced him to embrace yes terday avidly, to say "no" to today. This yes terday of his is as dead as a door-nail. The Russia that he knew will not even listen now to fashionable moderns like Stravinski, but gives birth to a new and vital talent that re members Rachmaninow with the inclusive ab horrence of all things and men Imperial. His works are as much without a country as he is. And it is ineffably sad to contemplate his tri umphant junketing about the western world, a sombre Dante exiled to a strange land of drug-stores and radio crooners. The Orchestra Hall programs were given over in toto to the compositions of the lugubrious Slav, so that they refused to come to life until he launched into the concertos. Mr. Stock offered the Russian's Aria, an effete and monotonous dissertation for the string sections, the symphonic poem, The Isle of the Dead, based on Boecklin's picture, and the five Etude Tableaux arranged for orchestra by Respighi. The tone poem, on the Lisztian model, is complete with lapping waves, mourn ful cypresses, and the scent of the sepulchre. Earlier in January, Ralph Dobbs, student of Raab and prize-win ner in the annual competition for solo appear ance with the Symphony, made his debut riding a concerto by Wladigeroff. Dobbs, vaguely senatorial in aspect, approaches his instrument with considerable assurance and power and an unfailing sense of en semble; but he pounds a piano like a blacksmith without achieving any real sonority and his want of imagination is painfully apparent. It is quite obvieus, how ever, that he has the stuff in him that might make him a master ten or fifteen years from now. The concerto, like acidopholus milk, comes from Bulgaria. The musical language of Wladigeroff derives from the works of practically every composer in Grove's Diction ary, including the Scandinavian. Elsewhere on the Dobbs program was the robust Overture to the Firewor\ Music of Handel, an elephantine dance a la Richard Strauss from one of Wetzlers operas, the J^luages and Fetes of Debussy and Werner Janssen's J^lew Year's Eve in T^ew Yor\. Jans- sen stations a jazz-band in the middle of the orchestra, and manages to convey, with a cer tain color and dash, that New Year's Eve is noisy and quite a bit of fun. But no composer on the program intruded upon the splendid isolation of the Messrs. Debussy and Handel. 1 his seems to be sym phony month for some reason or other, and it is true enough that the doings at Orchestra Hall have been curiously provocative. For instance, on the occasion of the Thomas Me morial concert, Frederick Stock presented a refurbished and restudied Beethoven Fifth. Certainly a harmless and a usual enough event in itself. Yet this was the greatest reading of the Fifth I have ever heard, a con ception, masterful in every sense, jubilant, buoyant and fat with new and unsuspected values. Elsewhere on the program was Stock's monumental transcription of the Bach Passacaglia and Fugue, a Sonata of old Gab- rieli, a delicious suite of Froberger, and, after the intermission, assorted d'Indy and Strauss. The latter begins to breathe asthmatical- ly in Death and Transfiguration, a work that becomes more meretricious with each performance. And so to Gregor Piati- gorsky, last of a long line of soloists to be heard before this magazine was put to bed. Piatigorsky is a huge and handsome man who could, if he wanted to, toss his 'cello around as if it were a ukelele. By any standard of measurement he ranks as a superb artist, en dowed with a lush singing tone, an excellent technique and that intangible something often referred to by the clergy as soul. This in tangible is scarcely expressed by his several mannerisms, but rather in spite of them. For while his conduct on the platform may be dis concerting his musical taste is invariably fault less. The Adagio of the Boccherini Concerto, supported by the whispering fiddles of the or chestra, moved an audience to reverential si lence. Amd the 'cellist paced placidly through the oratorical measures of Bloch's Schelomo, lending poetry and clarity to a difficult and prolix composition. It must be added that this young virtuoso, certainly one of the two or three finest interpreters in his field, never bears down too hard upon the lower registers of his instrument. His tone is uniformly suave and free from rasp. Eugene ormandy, the new conductor of the Minneapolis Symphony, made his local debut on January 18. He is a young fellow, probably still in his twenties, who recently stepped into the glare of the spotlight by substituting for Toscanini at an eastern concert. Ormandy conducts from memory and with an extraordinary set of ges tures. He calls for climaxes by describing wide parabolas with his arms and, in his more serene moments, his firm straddle on the podium makes him look vaguely like a black letter X. The key to his success as an or chestral personality undoubtedly lies in his headlong enthusiasm, an ingenuous spirit ob viously backed up by knowledge of the reper toire. The Minneapolis men give him all they have, but it isn't quite enough. He will proba bly be found in more distinguished company some day. I do wish, and I hope somebody mails this to Eugene, that he wouldn't be quite so impetuous. Without a desk in front of him he teeters dangerously toward the edge of the dais. And one good nose-dive would ruin a promising career. ^X^ITH the financial sword of Damocles over its head the opera concluded its season with dignity and aplomb. The ad vent of Conchita Supervia, an illustrious Car men, drew near-capacity houses through the portals of Mr. Insull's academy. That La Supervia spits orange peels on the stage will give you a rough idea what kind of a Carmen she is. She patently conceives Merimee's cig arette gal as a rather expensive prostitute on the make. Supervia's Carmen is a lithe and merciless hussy, never stirred for a moment by the amorous caterwaulings of the dingy des erter; she is coarse, grasping and voluptuous. When the large and prosperous toreador prances in she makes up her mind instantly. John Charles ("What-a-man") Thomas pro jected his familiar song in a way to recall the picturesque Baklanoff. Cortis, an unfortunate substitution for Maison, sang ably. But he must have lost a bet to the costume depart ment. Supervia handles an adequate vocal equipment with the skill of a diseuse. Her compass has what seems to be a purposeful tremolo throughout and the voice is nowhere brilliant. But, as you fans may remember, you don't have to sing to be a knock-out Carmen. Add two more items, the emergence of Rosetta Pampanini in La Boheme and the final Meistersinger with (Continued on Page 66) February, 1932 47 THORNTON WILDER Out of the six short plays that go to ma\e up that excellently balanced variety bill that Thornton "Wilder has put forth under the title of The Long Christ mas Dinner, one at least shows quite definitely the effect of his sojourn in our midst, namely Queens of France . . . perhaps no writer has ever achieved in such short compass so convincing a sense of length, in one case of vastness even, as Mr. Wilder has here achieved. — S. W. Washington Turns Two Hundred Mr. Darrow 9s Book and Other Literary Events By Susan Wilbur YES, I know all about George Washing ton's two hundredth birthday. In fact, have been doing everything in my power to get it put ahead a few days. So that all the books that are being published in honor of it should come out in time for me to write about them. So far, however, I have even been unable to get Lincoln's birthday put ahead. In other words have seen Doc Evans's new book about Mrs. Abraham Lincoln only in the form of a dummy. If you know what a book dummy is: ten pages of print from which you suddenly leap into an abyss of white paper. Mrs. Lincoln is of course still m process of discovery. It took Honore Will- sie Morrow to discover that she needed dis covering. It has remained for Doc Evans to put her on the map of Chicago. But if these books still exist only in the form of expectation, one of the most expected books of the spring, or in fact of several springs, is already a fact. And by expected I mean a lot. That is, as far back as my literary memory goes, one of the first six things to oc cur to any eastern publisher visiting our shores, has invariably been to wonder whether he couldn't get Clarence Darrow to write an autobiography. One, I remember, knew that there had been something about a bribery charge in connection with a trial in California, and being too young to know just what, had hoped for a book with some pretty good ex planations in it. To him, The Story of My Life will no doubt be slightly surprising. For here is no new Darrow giving us inside dope but the very Darrow that we have listened to at Whitman dinners and in debate, the Darrow that we followed through the Loeb-Leopold trial and to Dayton, Tennessee, and back. In recording his life events Mr. Darrow achieves the effect of actually putting himself on paper. His poetical interest in science. His gift for epi gram. His clear recognition of the twofold nature of "crime," first as circumstance and psychology in the individual, and second as legislation. The Volstead Act, for instance, has created a new "crime." And through it all that philosophical pessimism which far from preventing his interest in human affairs, has somehow made human life and its pro longation seem the one fixed value. So much so that to save life in the legal sense has be come for Mr. Darrow what saving life medi cally is supposed to be for the doctor. Theoretically it is not for the doctor to con sider for what future he is saving his patient. Though where doctors fail they have been known to bring probable disabilities forward for the solace of the family. This, however, Darrow has never had occasion to do. He has never failed. That is except during the years when he systematically tried to prevent every scheduled hanging. There is, however, the story of the man, George, terrifying of jaw, who was so grateful for acquittal on a murder charge that he offered to kill somebody for Mr. Darrow. As a writer, Arnold Ben nett was incredible. He set himself a schedule: journalist, novelist, dramatist, and ticked them off as you might tick off the items on a shopping list. As a husband he is still more incredible. He set himself to marry at the age of forty. He determined on a French wife and selected her for her punctuality. Having got her, however, he began to wonder what to do with her. At first he tried using her as a decoration. She was to sit in his study sewing. Unfortunately in her anxiety not to drop spools she sometimes did drop them. Then he tried if she mightn't be use ful : she was very useful on the occasion of George H. Doran's arrival in Paris, an event which founded the family fortunes. My Arnold Bennett, by Marguerite his wife, is an attractive book, and it sounds like a careful attempt to be circumstantially truthful. Leav ing one to guess, however, what the real truth can possibly have been. It isn't so very many years since everybody was reading Limehouse Rights, by Thomas Burke, and all the critics were saying yes it's a good book, but a trifle on the lurid side. Chinatown Quest, by Carol Green Wilson, assays about twenty or thirty Limehouse nights to the chapter. Tales, about San Francisco's pre-earthquake Chinatown, more lurid than Burke's. With incongruously happy endings. And all of them true. The explanation being that this book records the adventures of Donaldina Cameron who, back in the nineties, set herself to rescue Chinese girls who had been sold or kidnaped into slavery. Her countless rescues — one of the most hairbreadth of which reached its culmina tion in a tenement district of our own town — have, it appears, acted as a check on the evil as a whole. Miss Cameron's face does not, however, have that very special look that comes to most social workers, and Miss Wilson in telling her story has maintained the spirit of tense, but cheerful, adventure, which it would appear Miss Cameron has herself managed to maintain. Perhaps one of the worst signs of our times is the way people's Utopias have of getting realized. Nothing of the sort ever happened to Plato's. But no sooner had Edward Bellamy written Loo\ing Backward, where music was procured by pressing a button, than someone invented the radio. In fact, if the French quotation at the head of Aldous Huxley's Brave Kiew World is to be believed, the very next prevention so ciety that anybody forms ought to be a society for the prevention of Utopias. Here's hoping that it gets formed in time to prevent Mr. Huxley's. Where Haldane's test tube babies, manufactured as wholesale lots of identical twins, each lot allowed just brains and phy sique enough for a particular task, and sub jected to Watson's conditioning, grow up to a life where work and play balance as an in tricate system of supply and demand. Books, for instance, are discouraged. If you sit down to read you are not consuming anything like the amount of manufactured goods that you would if you went out for a ride in a heli copter. In other words, Brave T^ew World is a book by Aldous Huxley which apart from its preoccupation with Shakespeare might al most be by Julian. WHAT has happened to the Goodman Theatre? Well that is a ques tion that you will have to ask Mr. William C. Boyden. Put it is this way: What is Thomas Wood Stevens doing nowadays? And I can tell you. The jacket of his new book The Theatre from Athens to Broadway says that he is now director of the St. Louis Little Theatre. Once somebody in this town offered a prize for a definition of poetry which should itself be poetical. Mr. Stevens' book might be described as a history of the drama which is itself dra matic. Each scene: the Greeks, the mystery play, the comedia del Arte, Moliere, and so on to Reinhardt, O'Neill and the talkies, is well staged, and the pageant as a whole has rhythm. As a history of drama written quite definitely from the director's point of view, it ought to be of unique value to theatre schools. In The Story of My Life, Clarence Darrow questions our present system of justice on grounds of underlying theory. In As You Desire Me, translated last autumn by Samuel Putnam, Luigi Pirandello attacks the very material which makes any trial possible. Namely evidence. As a short story 'writer, however, Pirandello rocks no political foundations. Samuel Putnam has just given us under the title Horse in the Moon a one volume selection from the eleven volumes that when they reach twenty-four will con stitute a bedtime series comparable to the Arabian Nights. They are all of them the sort of story that any commercial magazine would turn down cold. If John T Frederick should print them in the Midland, however, O'Brien and the O'Henry award people would undoubtedly star some of them. Ask any botanist and he will tell you astounding things with regard to the effect of a winter like this. Nothing more astounding, however, than what I can tell you about the effects of a 'warm winter on litera ture. Summer fictions actually blossoming full size on February first. Mary's J<[ec\, by Booth Tarkington. How a family from Illinois took a house at a Maine seaside resort, having read about it in a magazine. And does Mr. Tark ington ever have a (Continued on page 56) February, 193 2 49 A Caravan Upon the "Golden Road to Samarkand" in Turkestan, Southwest ern Asiatic Russia, 'Where Once the Mighty Tamerlane Ruled His Empire. Sightseeing Cars (Mercedes-Benz Touring Cars, If They Must Be Identified) in Front of the Grand Hotel, Moscow, U. S. S. R. INTOURIST, INC., PHOTOGRAPHS 50 Csd\6 Retailer (A Csd\6 Is a Russian Hilhouse) Displaying Several of His Better Bonnets. The Chicagoan Experiment in Red Trail of the Traveler in Russia B v Lucia Lewis WHEN Mr. Altrock spoke to the waiter in French he thought the battle was won. The cynosure of all eyes, the man who got soup and not a curled anchovy when he wanted soup — who could oust him from the spotlight in the social circle? He has been ousted though. So has the deb with the rumba, the man who once played with Culbert- son, the explorer who had his head shriveled by head hunters. All the seizers-of-attention have given way to the man who can toss off the magic words: "Well, when I was in Leningrad — ." It doesn't make much difference whether one thinks the Communists are prophets of a glorious millenium or fiends incarnate, or whether one is just an impartial observer. Everyone is as excited by this amazing coun try as the Venetians were when Marco Polo returned with tales of Cathay. But not every one who is so feverishly interested in the stories of returned travelers realize that it is now possible and even pleasant for any American to go and do likewise. In fact, Soviet Russia invites us, is eager to have us come, and is working rapidly to facilitate tour ist travel, build roads, hotels and resorts, step up service to foreigners throughout the land. A large tourist trade means much to Russian finances and the American traveler is proba bly more joyously welcomed here than in any other country in the world at present. As for the traveler's side of it: Whatever your convictions on the subject the Soviet is perhaps the most daring experiment in history and, whether it succeeds, fails or is modified, it will mean something all the rest of your life to have seen it at work in its youth. Leningrad and Moscow alone have thousands of fresh beauties and knowledge to offer, and they are only a tiny part of the tremendous mystery that is Rus sia. In the Caucasus are the mightiest moun tains in Europe; at least seven peaks are higher than Mont Blanc. In a four day automobile trip you may visit the fascinating Crimean peninsula, the favorite watering place of the tsars and now the great resort spot of all Russians. In the same lati tude as Nice, this is climatically another Riviera. The whole land is a sunlit, flowering and happy place, dotted with luxurious palaces and villas which are now used as hotels and tourist bases. Here the Soviet operates a fleet of modern little steamers which cruised the Black Sea Riviera last summer with the first rush of American and British tourists. Perhaps the most fabulous trip of modern times is the tour to the ancient cities of Turkestan and Central Asia, through which the de luxe express over the Soviet's new rail road made its first-time-in-history trip last year. The foreigners who went were so impressed by the trip that this year four Turkestan tours have been announced. The very names of countries along the route ripple with romance — Samarkand, Bukhara, one of the three holy cities of Mohammedanism, the River Oxus, Tashkent. Marco Polo followed the golden road to Samarkand, Alexander the Great crossed the Oxus, Genghis Khan swept over the land and established this overland caravan route from Europe to the Far East. The Turkestan tour takes thirty days and ends in Moscow. You may start by sailing from Istanbul along the lovely coast of the Black Sea, with stops at the famous seaports in the Ukraine and in Crimea. From Batum you go by train to Tiflis, the meeting place of Europe and Asia where you see people of a hundred races and tribes and hear a clamor of tongues such as you have not seen assembled this side of Babel. On this trip you see the tremendous Caucasian mountains, Mount Elbruz where Prometheus was said to have been chained, plantations, gardens and vine yards without end. At Baku another steamer across the Caspian Sea to the special train on which you live till you reach Moscow twenty days later. This train, according to all reports is thoroughly modern and comfort able. One of the members of the first party was Mrs. Lindsay Patterson of the Knoxville (Tennessee) T^ews-Sentinel who reported: "Our train is European de luxe with the long corridor on one side and the compart ments on the other, two people in a com partment, which is the size of the American drawing room. There is a lavatory for each two compartments, a special interpreter and two porters for each car. The dining room is really beautiful. A row of tables for four people on one side and a row of tables for two people on the other side. The chef is one of the old guard of cooks for the food is delicious. We travel with a refrigerator car and also take on fresh vegetables at the big towns. All fruit comes from the Turkestan fruit district — honey dew melon, plums, mar velous grapes, apples and pears. For instance, we had mineral water, two sorts of wine, white and red, tea or coffee, black bread and rye bread, bouillon, broiled grouse with cucumber salad, cauliflower, frozen punch. This is just a sample of a regular meal. The dining room is one mass of flowers. "Intourist sent a d©ctor along with the train and he has taken notes of each passenger's special ailments, prescribing special rules for each one so the trip will be a benefit. The chef is careful as possible and all the fruit and vegetables are washed in boiled water. We drink only a celebrated mineral water from one of the health resorts of the Caucasus. It is very much like Apollinaris. As for fruit, it is served in the greatest quantities and at every meal." Hardly a tale of hardship, that. A GROUP of returned American business-men and engineers tell an illuminating story of the chef on their train. An old master of the art, he outdid himself preparing their meals and so amazed them when they expected the restricted diets of which they had heard that, as they neared the end of the trip, they decided to reward him handsomely and took a collection. The col lection amounted to more than a hundred dol lars and the chef nearly went up in smoke when they presented the money. He wasn't permitted to accept any "bribes" — that's what it's called in Russia — so he stepped off the train at the next station and called in the local council for advice. After much discussion and excitement according to the old Russian cus tom, they reached a decision and the chef, with a beaming face, announced to the travelers that everybody was eternally grateful, they would accept the money and put it in the local fund for the purchase of a new tractor! It was the Americans' turn to go up in smoke. Some of the party didn't mind but others said they'd be damned if they'd con tribute any money to the Soviet government. Their discussion waxed hot and furious and the Russians inquired anxiously of the inter preter for the cause. He replied soothingly that the Americans were just discussing the Soviet. Since everyone in Russia gets excited when discussing governments, they smiled un- derstandingly and (Continued on page 72) February, 1932 51 A New High in Faces And Other Bright Notes for Beauties By Marcia V au g h n PLOUGHING doggedly through page after page of dental office literature, to shut out that infernal whir in the next room, one comes upon all sorts of things. Thus I found myself grimly reading all about prune souffle, how to scrub grease off chairs, why colic in the keedies, and what is woman's duty in the world, anyhow? These were magazines for women with a capital W. One of them urged me to buy, buy, buy, and start the wheels of industry turning; another told me to economize and face THINGS with a whistle, to pat the meal ticket on the back and smile, smile, smile, when he was down; a third suggested (it actually did) that the little woman get out and work to help the family finances, though it didn't say where. It was all very uplifting, though a bit foggy. While the uplift was upon me I decided I had been remiss indeed. Here was I with a page to fill each month and I used it for pif fle instead of for a Message to Womanhood. So right now, but for just one paragraph you'll have to take a Message from Marcia. Since all these editors have decided that it is woman's duty to keep everyone's spirits bucked up these days, she'd better start by bucking up her own first. To do it there's nothing like a well-groomed head, pinky nails, a slim waist and a glowing complexion. Right away you are perky and cheerful and everyone who looks at you gets a whiff of perkiness and gaiety. Don't leave. Our sermonette is de livered and we can plunge right into the means for achieving the desirable end. oeveral new ideas on facial care have been crowding in on me for attention recently, and one of the newest is this hormone business. It would take a grad uate chemist or biologist to explain the thing thoroughly and get you as thoroughly bewil dered as I am, but anyway, it works! Helena Rubinstein has produced two creams which really do seem to get under the skin and re store the taut fresh look of youth. They come in pairs and are named the Hormone Twin Youthifiers. The first one is gently stroked into the skin in the morning and patted in thoroughly between all the little lines in the forehead, about the eyes, the neck, and so forth. This does the job of opening cells and preparing the skin for the second twin which is applied at night. The second cream is thus deeply absorbed and carries nourishment and stimulation way down under the surface. The results on worn out, flabby, wrinkled skins are amazing. Use these at home for just a month and you will face spring in high spirits even though you have just clipped your last coupon. X. hen, there are several new tricks to add glamour of an evening. Artistic make-up, for one thing. Several issues back I mentioned the illuminating fashion show put on by Dorothy Gray to demonstrate the severely beautiful in whitf and gold these jars bear lucretia adrion's essentials for skin care subtle way cosmetics may make or mar a cos tume. A little talk with an expert at the salon will make that new dress twice as dazzling. Proper tones in rouge, powder, eye shadow, Lashique, are worked out to blend with indi vidual colorings and to be at their best under evening lights or in dazzling sun. You do need different tones for different occasions and whatever cosmetics you use should be chosen for your own gradations of skin tones, eyes and hair. Once you have them there's the method of applying. At the salon you are taught expert make-up technique — nothing complicated or stagey but fascinating ways to bring out your own best features. How to stroke cream rouge gently into the skin without rubbing, how to smooth it high on the cheeks, subtly working towards enhancement of the eyes, how eye shadow achieves its most luminous effects by being smoothed quite heavily but not blatantly just above the lashes, just where your own lips need rouge and how much, and a score of other engaging tricks. He won't know how you did it but you'll look darned interesting and mysterious. like a fragrant spring shower a new astringent spray tones up the com plexion delightfully during a facial treatment at the salon of helena rubinstein There's a rascally sort of idea floating about town that I've seen tried very successfully. Actresses and especially la Garbo have long been plastering bits of sticky stuff to their eyelids with amazingly lengthy eyelashes applied to that, but the tiny line of adhesive stuff was too obvious for ordinary use. Now you can get little packages of Eye- tebs which are just individual curly eyelashes and have them stuck on you with invisible and non-injurious collodion at several good salons about town. The process is a bit tedi ous if you do it yourself but it can be done. Anyway, you achieve remarkably romantic lashes and they last for several weeks on some people I've seen. They are fun for a really Big Night and I haven't found a man yet who isn't taken in by them unless another cat of a girl disillusions him. Another glamorous product for general use but particularly effective in the evening is the creamy powder, La Velouty de Dixor. This appears in a little tube and is smoothed into the skin just as if it were foundation cream, which it isn't. It is absolutely greaseless and forms a fine film of lasting powder very effect ive on shoulders, arms and hands because it makes them look whiter than any ordinary powder and is much easier to apply than liquid preparations. If you have trouble with a shiny nose it's splendid there, too. Trotting through Field's the other day I came upon a group of unusually handsome toilet preparations, stopped to peer inside and sniff and was promptly conquered. Lucretia Adrion does not make any fantastic claims for her things but she does combine gorgeous ingredients whose faithful use will keep lovely skins lovely and improve poor ones. The basic product is a delicious-smelling cleansing cream which liquefies at skin temperature and is delight fully soothing as well as thorough. She has a fluid cleanser too, which should be used in stead of the cream several times a week, espe cially when you are in need of a rapid pick- me-up. This rich creamy lotion has splendid stimulating properties as well as its cleansing quality. After the cleansing there's a pungent golden skin tonic and a special astringent for very flabby contours. Her muscle oil should be warmed slightly and then patted firmly into the dry spots where wrinkles and tiny lines appear and into the sagging jowl line. This with the skin food nourishes and stimulates while it firms the contour youthfully. The Adrion containers are particularly dis tinguished and harmonize nicely with any in terior in their straightforward modern lines, the clear white and gold of the glass and severe black tops. Someone is always thinking up ways of removing unwanted hair and one new preparation really has something different. The Odorono (Turn to page 66) 52 The Chicagoan Chevalier And Other Extremes B \ W i l l i a m R . Weaver ON your right, Messieurs et Mesdames, his omnipotent highness the garrulous Gaul, monarch of movie mimics, one- man show and cardiac center of the feminine universe — Monsieur Maurice "Lips" Chevalier. It is your especial privilege to come upon his merry majesty in the extraordinary feat of simultaneously projecting and denying the grandest labial endowment since Wolheim's Artist Sampson, a specialist in these matters, decided a chiefly contradictory character were best caricatured at the very zenith of con tradiction. Chevalier thrives on contradictions. He is one. Frankly clumsy of foot, he got his first foothold on fame as dancing partner of Mis- tinguette. Vocally restricted within a range of some eight full tones, he has raised the lofti est throne in the entertainment empire upon his singing of Louise and My Love Parade, never so much as trying for the topnote in the latter. He pretends not to possess a wit that serves him the better therefor. He feigns ignor ance of an English he utilizes more profitably than Arliss. He capitalizes a stammering con fusion that could not have survived his first year in the cellars of Paris, and he outrages the most ancient and honorable of matinee idol traditions by appearing publicly with a wife more personable than 99.44 per cent of his palpitant admirers. The man has been called many things. A freak, they said, when his first American pic ture stormed the country. A mounteback, rival actors called him, then and later. A genius, said the group that seems forever lying in wait for opportunity to say just that, while his employers, eye to box office, simply said "a natural" and gave thanks. Of course Chevalier is none of these things, at least no one of them, although a little of each must enter into the makeup of the master showman, and master showman he manifestly is. Your master showman is, as typified by Chevalier and other extremes, a generally normal sort of person who happens to possess definite knowledge of his limitations and enough common sense to avoid competition with the established gods. Naturally, that much common sense is enough to prevent such a person's admitting it all, but, fortunately, it doesn't matter. Perhaps all this is no more, nor less, than the above mentioned group means to imply when it labels an actor a genius. At any rate, genius is an easy, con venient, palatable word for it. Yet I would be the last to argue that Chaplin's hold upon his generation is less chargeable to his adroitness at pantomime than to his wisdom in declining to duel with his contenders in dialogue, or to his foreknowledge of what seems to have be come an accepted fact that slapstick comedy was of the silences and must remain with the silences buried. Chaplin's case is debatable. Not so the case of Marie Dressier, come late in life to a prominence undreamed of in a by no means undreamable youth. There is noth ing becomingly to be called genius in her Emma of Emma or her Min of Min and Bill. Back of these, no less and little differently than behind Chevalier's Lieutenant of The Smil ing Lieutenant, may be discerned the thought ful working out of causes and effects, the scaling of emphasis to occasion, the sheer me chanics of artistry. Is Marie or Maurice the better performer? The abler player? The supe rior artist? Mention of Dressier brings up Beery, and Beery is the yardstick of the whole matter. If your childhood was as unguarded as mine, you remember Wally Beery as a roughneck come dian who seemed to walk into more far flung pies than any other comedian because he put such evident enthusiasm into the business of re ceiving them. If you did not get away from your governess until somewhat later, you made the acquaintance of Wallace Beery as the par ticularly brutal commander of a U-boat, the murderous leader of the striking lumberjacks or the white trader grinding honest if somewhat dusky natives beneath a drunken heel. Not much there to recall the original Beery. Yet how, much, in the drunken, comic, pathetic palooka of The Champ to recall Beery the comedian, Beery the villain, and more than either, Beery the actor. Chevalier is an extreme. No question of that. And Dressier is an extreme. Nor was Dressler's youthful experience greatly unlike Chevalier's . . . perhaps there are those among you who recall her singing of lyrics considered as diverting in their day as Chevalier's are in his. Yet Dressier can still be comic, can still fetch a laugh, on occasion a blush, while it will be years before Chevalier can try for a tear. A little oddly, surprisingly, such an analysis leads to the conclusion that Beery is thrice the star that Chevalier is. No doubt he'd be more surprised than we are to make the dis covery. Yet a thoughtful canvass of a given neighborhood, couched in fair language, might very well bring out the name of Beery quite as frequently as that of any other male player. He's been in there, pitching strikes that cut the heart of the plate, for more innings than most of us care to field our positions. Let's call him the extreme among extremes, the pat tern for aspiring actors of Hollywood, Broad way and elsewhere, and leave him. Counting Dressier, then, a Chevalier come to maturity, what is Beery? He has served his comic apprenticeship, has outlived a villainous middle age (which is practically never done in pictures) and emerged a triple-threat star with some decades of honorable service ahead of him if he'll just be sensible and listen to rea son about that plane of his. There are other ex tremes, including geographical transplantations of the Garbo-Dietrich variety, anatomical occurences in the Gable category and optical illusions on the general plan of Laurel and Hardy, but a Chevalier, Dressier or Beery is worth a century of them. They pass — try to recall immediate predecessors of those named — but the actor that makes his way by doing a better job of acting than his contemporaries, as opposed to the trick personality that clicks because he happens to be in the right spot at the right time, is a legitimate factor of the civilization he ornaments. All of which means — what? I suppose it must mean something. Almost anything does. Maybe it all means, merely, that Chevalier is a more substantial figure than most people, possibly including Chevalier, consider him. Or that possibly there is something real, perma nent, sound and altogether worthwhile in this mad, mighty movie art after all. Maybe it all just means that, that the movie is art! At any rate, here's the end of the page, and it's been rather fun talking about it all. February, 1932 53 FABRIC BAGS CARRY ON IN THE SPIRIT OF THE SPRING FROCKS. WOOLS, FELTS, AND CREPES STRESS THE SMART DULL NOTE. LEFT BELOW, A DULL BLACK CREPE FINELY STITCHED IN DIAGONAL PATTERN WITH BLACK ENAMEL AND MARCASITE CLASP. RIGHT, BROWN FELT TRIMLY FINISHED IN DULL GOLD FRAME AND CUT-OUT MONOGRAM ON THE PENDANT DISC. BY ARNOLD ONE OF THE HITS OF THE SEASON IS PEAU D'ANGE LACE USED HERE TO MAKE A FLATTERING WATER GREEN EVENING FROCK. THE SKIRT, THE TWISTED BELT, THE INTERESTING NECKLINE ARE ALL IMPORTANT HIGHLIGHTS. PEARLIE POWELL A LACE TOPPED SUNDAY EVENING FROCK OF BROWN CREPE DOES A QUICK TURN INTO AN AFTERNOON DRESS WITH ITS JACKET OF CHARTREUSE AND BROWN TYING ABOUT THE WAIST. BY LESCHIN. SHEER BLACK WOOL IS TOPPED AND SLEEVED IN A COLORFUL FLECKED WOOL; AND SPORTS THE INEVITABLE JACKET, SLEEVELESS THIS TIME. BY PEARLIE POWELL MUCH OPENWORK DISTINGUISHES THE SLIP PERS OF 1932. THE EVENING SANDAL AT THE EXTREME LEFT IS DYED TO MATCH ANY FROCK OF COURSE. TWO TONES MAKE THE CLEVER CUT STRAP AFFAIR, AND EVEN THE TRADITIONAL OPERA PUMP IS SLASHED IN AN INTERESTING PATTERN- ON THE VAMP. GRAY SUEDE TOPS THE UNUSUAL OXFORD WITH ITS SIDE TIE AND CUT-OUT EFFECTS. BY I. MILLER. THE SWANK SHOPPING BAG IS FROM FIELD'S ENGLISH SPORTS SHOP 54 The Chicagoan Of Hats and Tweeds and Laces Most of the News in Shops About Town By The Chicagoenne THERE really is something in that old mousetrap idea. Years and years ago people began beating a path to a certain London door — without the forceful prod of a publicity agent either — because the word had spread in the quiet way that words do spread about magnificent quality. Someone discov ered a coat of exquisite Cumberland tweed be hind a shelf of shark fin soup, and another pry ing visitor snooped about among the Stilton cheese and tinned grouse and what not, to light upon the most perfect cardigans ever fashioned by human hand. Coyly, Fortnum and Mason came out from their shelter of delicacies and traveling Americans discovered in droves what the English had known for I don't know how many hundred years — that here were genuine artists in the true English type of sports thing, than which there is no better. Well, to make a dizzy metaphor out of an old one, the mousetrap plunged from under its bushel and opened another fascinating shop in New York. We've been faintly green about this for some months now, but our mousetrap has traveled again. (Shall we drop this mouse trap thing? It's sapping my strength.) In simple English then there's a new little shop on the sixth floor of Marshall Field's. And it's called the English Sports Shop. And it bulges with suits and coats and hats and sweaters and accessories and complete outfits for every known sport from shopping to skiing. And these things are right off the boat from Fortnum and Mason. If you want something with unusual flair but that "rightness" that is the essence of smart sports-wear you'll dash right over, of course. But even if you are just staying in town and your only exercise is a brisk stroll down the Avenue you will find an infinite array of dash ing street clothes. Ihere are several suits, for instance, which are perfect for either coun try or town wear. The fabrics are all heavenly soft Gleneagle and Cumberland tweeds and woolens, woven expressly for Fortnum and Mason. The colors are ecstatic, as in the glow ing cherry red suit shown and in a finely green and maize striped affair with swagger patch pockets and metal buttons. The skirts on both these are magnificently tailored with the new high waistline, a leather belt pulled through slots just above the snugly fitted hips, and in teresting tucked lines forming a slenderizing geometric pattern. Don't forget to look for a knubbly brown coat in Cumberland tweed with patch pockets that flare interestingly at the tops, flaring peaked lapels, a tiny belt in back and the most satisfying fitted line about the waist and buz- Zum you ever saw. If you are tired of the regular old polo coat look at the polo-like coat in a delicious icy green, grand for southern wear. But if you are off to Lake Placid for the Olympics drop in here first and acquire the black wool skating skirt with warm trunks underneath but as svelte a line about the hips as in your sheerest evening dress. Wear this with one of their crinkly wool red and white scarves and mittens of the same fabric and you'll have the iciest pond just steaming with admiration. All their scarves have a different sort of SUPREME STYLE AS WELL AS SUPREME WORK MANSHIP, AND EXQUISITE TWEED IN A MELTING BROWN, DISTINGUISH THE DEBONAIR SUIT AND HAT BY FORTNUM AND MASON. FROM THE ENGLISH SPORTS SHOP, MARSHALL FIELD AT EXTREME RIGHT THE AGAIN-IMPORTANT PLAID MAKES THE COAT OF THIS LESCHIN SUIT IN TONES OF CORNFLOWER BLUE AND WHITE FROM PEKINGESE TO DOBERMAN PINSCHER, A DOZEN BELOVED BREEDS ROMP ABOUT IN RED ON THE WHITE GROUND OF THIS RED BORDERED SCARF AT THE ENGLISH SPORTS SHOP. THE AIRY OXFORD IS NEW WITH ITS CLOSE - MESHED FABRIC INSERTS AND GRACEFUL STRIPS OF LEATHER. I. MILLER February, 1932 55 dash. One group of narrow knit ones in gay combinations of colors striped diagonally which may be twisted casually or tied in any number of ways. There are lovely large square silk ones and halves in triangles to tie about your neck in the new cowboy fashion. One of the silk ones has the maddest collection of little red dogs on a -white background — Scotties, schnauzers, Pekingese, greyhounds — every breed romping about merrily together. Bags too, for sports and town wear. If you are the chronic collector type who needs a bag about town that will carry half your posses sions and stacks of notes and lists besides you should acquire the capacious shopping bag they have here and go peacefully about ever after. It's huge and roomy and convenient but ter ribly smart in spite of its motherly sound. Don't overlook the exquisitely tailored chil dren's coats and dresses either, now that 'we're getting motherly. They have a simplicity and quality that would lend an air of aristocracy to the most snub-nosed, moon-faced young thing just losing her first teeth. Riding hab its, by the way, in the same shop by Busvine. On the way out I had a chance to sneak a swift glimpse at some early spring hats in the French room. After fool ing about since the Eugenie collapse the de signers have achieved hats that are truly be coming and chic, though more cock-eyed than ever. Little wisps of things that are plastered to one side of the head in a rakish way that, surprisingly, looks well on more people than one would think, and the new brimmed hats are awfully easy to wear. A lot of thought is being given to the backs, which are high and frequently decorated to soften the difficult line. Agnes has a new crocheted cap, of course, but she does it with a different sort of swirl and adds a cluster of roses across the back. Flowers are splashed here and there on many hats and a new starched organdie flower in tight little bud-like clusters is very crisp and smart. Berets, berets, berets — but these too are different. Reboux does one with the crown pulled way over flat against the right side of the head and tight and high across the back, with a little flat bow to break the back line. This is in a corduroy-like straw, very good with the new corduroy effects in so many dress fabrics. But more of these next month. It's going to be a season of dash in dresses too. Waistlines have crept quietly higher and heaven protects the working diaphragm. Lazy, bulgy ones will have to start twisting and bending and stretching without delay. The sheathed and molded line from hips to waist is softened, however, by interesting doings about the shoulders and sleeves. The new cocktail or cinema or Sunday Evening dresses — you can really wear them anywhere, they're so versatile — are frequently softened by ex- exquisite lingerie tops, embroidered batiste, lace, and the like, or soft bows and collars. Leschin shows a lovely black crepe with top of pinky lace and a short separate jacket, and another in brown and chartreuse with a lace top. This has a two-tone jacket too, the front in green and tying around the waist to make a perfect afternoon dress. Quite a few of their informal and afternoon frocks have the interesting full sleeve gathered into a close-fitting cuff just a few inches below the elbow. These appear in a delightful black wool (when I say wool now remember it's so sheer and fine it looks like dull crepe and feels like georgette). This dress has another new feature in its perky little "gigolo" (no, I don't know why they call it that) cape of linens, just the merest whisper of a cape but it simply shouts style. Jdows and buttons are going to be important as in a Leschin frock of flecked wool with a large soft bow at the neck and amusing buttons down the front. And scarf prints — one shown here in new browns and white has its sleeves turning into a little cape in back or maybe the cape turns into sleeves — I don't know which came first. Very important are plaids. There's a stunning banana and black plaid jacket on a black wool dress which repeats the plaid in its top and dashes off the skirt -with interesting diagonal flaring pockets. The very new suit illustrated is in cornflower blue with the jacket of soft blue and white plaid, the freshest thing you could find for early spring or southern wear. All the suits are interesting in the way their skirts wrap high up above the normal waist line even when they are separate from the blouse. It's comforting to have them break that ugly tucked-in line at the waist so that you will be just as happy with your suit coat off as on. An exquisite new idea in evening fabrics is shown in some Leschin frocks. You should dash right over for a look at the white bro caded satin, gorgeously soft and shimmery with its pattern of glossy white on dull white. To add more beauty the flower pattern here and there is tinted ever so delicately in palest pastels, just a hint of color like the first tip on an opening blossom. Honestly, it will stir you to poetry. Another find in evening things here is the group of white dresses in extremely smart designs accompanied by brief tucked jackets of bright hued georgette. They're es pecially planned for debs and fashion-wise sub-debs, and the prices are down to such a satisfying level the most pinched allowance could handle them easily. INO one with any claims to smartness will do without several soft wool dresses this season, and if you want to see wool at its positive sheerest, look at the navy wool at Pearlie Powell's with a large softly draped collar of white wool caught up by two flat white wool roses. Another unusual thing, in black wool, has a top and sleeves in the new cherry red pointed up with broken diagonal flashes of greeny yellow, black and other colors. It sound garish but really has the soft love liness of old Paisley or something to that ef fect. The skirt extends in high points above the normal waistline and then boasts a sleeve less black jacket with interesting concave metal buttons. What with the wools looking like crepes and all the silk crepes very heavy and dull like wool, this fashion-writing gets pretty puz zling. But it was heavy dull crepe in a Sun day evening dress at Pearlie Powell's which was enhanced beautifully by a top of Irish cro chet; praise be, this exquisite lace is in high favor again. A tiny cape-like jacket with short sleeves went over this, buttoned down the front, and jauntily blossomed into a flat flower of the Irish lace. Quite a miracle of a dress. Another perfect outfit, something to lend verve to the first spring morning, is shown here in three pieces, the black wool dress in a high jumper sort of effect over a white (wool? crepe? sheer wool, I guess) blouse coin-spotted in navy blue. The black jacket had short sleeves over the long full Russian-like ones of the blouse and altogether it was too charming for any words I can find. From tip to toe it's going to be a nice sea son with many fresh ideas but few freak ones. Shoes are going sandal-wards in a big -way. Even the day slippers are frankly cut out, with interesting strappings to make them as thor oughly open-air as a spring garden. I. Miller is showing many of the more conservative evening sandal designs in street leathers and very good-looking they are. Pumps have a few slashes at the side, and we'll see more straps in daytime shoes than we have seen in several seasons. Even the oxfords are slashed and cut interestingly and one at Miller's is shown with the top of a closely meshed visca- like fabric which should be splendid with the lacy woolens and new meshes that are being shown. Another good-looking Oxford here has a continuous single leather lacing ending in a little buckle at the top. But we have pictures to tell you the rest. BOOKS Washington Turns Two Hundred (Begin on page 49) good time at the expense of all of us, antique collectors, social snobs, the younger generation, and those who carp at the younger generation, the lecturer, the native, and such as crave honor that they will even act as chairman of a country club house com mittee. The new Anne Green: Marietta. Family by family Anne Green is making us acquainted with the foibles of the whole Paris colony of American southerners. But under the surface of this one is a psychological trickle as dark as her brother Julian. At his more cheerful moments of course. For a third: They 7<iever Come Bac\, by William Plomer. In case you don't like earthquakes, a pretty fair substitute for a trip to Japan. On the other hand, The Robin Hood of El Dorado is not a summer book. Nothing here of bow and arrow contests in the good green wood and pleasant fairs at Nottingham town. In fact, having read this Saga of Joaquin Mur- rieta, Famous Outlaw of California's Age of Gold, you will decide that Walter Noble Burns didn't more than just get going when he wrote the Saga of Billy the Kid. This new book is an Elizabethan tragedy of revenge piled on an Elizabethan tragedy of blood. Like Robin Hood, Murrieta was clever at disguises: but there is no record of his ever having used them for purposes of gayety. As a London critic has solemnly remarked, you need to know a little German in order to enjoy the poems that Kurt Stein couches in Die Schonste Lengevitch. But to such as possess that little we hereby recom mend his new volume Limburger Lyrics, not for its double back-handed Ogden Nash effects, not for the way it brings noodle soup into a discussion of the Facts of Life, or model sub divisions into a rewriting of Tannhauser, but for the chance that this lingo gives a hard- boiled person to read a little real poetry with out being accused of spring fever. 56 The Chicagoan now that the modernists are building our skyscrapers, modeling our furniture, writing our poetry, staging our plays and designing our motor cars, the studious sandor suggests that something be done about bringing up to date and into modern tempo the age-worn labels of standard-brand items no less a part of our patchwork civilization, by way of a start, he attends to smith brothers, victor, gold dust and american family, letting the chips fall where they may. o «_» ffC~ o w i*nT| •«S) E*5 .. . ¦' ¦>¦ ¦ ' ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦ ¦ ' ¦ V 1 1 ' mw ¦fip'i ' *5j5V> " -"~""" T"™ #^ . >1 \\ : ^fy 4 A w SEE!!®*** '-rjv i . * *v f jv : ' i ¦ ; *¦ iS-".-* " February, 1932 57 Late- IVinter Sports Clothes When There's Still a Chill in the Air PRE-SEASON GOLF DEMANDS WARMTH AND THE USUAL FREEDOM, TOO. FLANNEL AND CORDUROY SLACKS, LEATHER PULLOVERS AND WINDBREAKERS, SLEEVELESS AND SLEEVED SWEATERS ARE ALL SO NEC ESSARY. FROM CAPPER 6? CAPPER 1 \*> ty/J1' FINCHLEY SHOWS HUNT CLOTHES FOR THE MASTER AND ACTIVE MEMBERS (AT THE LEFT) AND FOR THE GUEST (AT THE RIGHT). THE MAHOGANY-TOPPED BOOTS AND RED HUNT COAT ARE ALWAYS WORN TOGETHER. THE EQUINE EQUIP MENT IS FROM A. G. SPALDING SKI SUIT OF DARK BLUE; MUFFLER, GLOVES AND ANKLE-BINDINGS ADD THE ESSENTIAL DASH OF COLOR. THE SUIT AND THE SEV ERAL ACCESSORIES MAY BE FOUND AT MARSHALL FIELD 6? CO. S* V^ FOR SHOOTING CLOTHES A MAN MAY HAVE PRACTICALLY ANY MATERIAL, PATTERN, COLOR AND CUT HE DESIRES. THE "UNDER AND OVER" GUN (TO THE RIGHT) IS BY WOODWARD W SONS. FROM VON LENGERKE 6P ANTOINE 58 The Chicagoan for handkerchiefs — for removing cosmetics— for a dozen uses every day WHENEVER a disposable tissue is selected by an authority, it is sure to be Kleenex. Doctors use Kleenex in their practice, knowing its softness, its sanitary and absor bent qualities. They often urge patients to adopt Kleenex in place of handkerchiefs to prevent self-infection during colds. (Kleenex costs so little that each tissue may be used once and destroyed.) Broadway and Holly-wood . . . lavish in the use of cosmetics . . . aware of the ne cessity for removing make-up thoroughly . . . select Kleenex because nowhere else have they found such marvelous absorbency. Hotels . . . more and more of them . . . are supplying a little packet of Kleenex for each room. It saves towels from cosmetic stains, as women discovered long ago. Nat urally, hotel owners selected Kleenex for their patrons as the only tissue enjoying such na tionwide approval. Try Kleenex for . . . a dozen different purposes! Get a package and examine carefully these soft, delectable tissues. Let your imagination conjure the dozen daily duties these handy little tissues can perform! They'll polish your glasses glisteningly. Wipe your nose gently. Remove cold cream completely. Blend rouge, pow der naturally. Any drug, dry goods or de partment store will exchange a package of Kleenex for a surprisingly small sum. 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Easily moved on ball bearing rollers; foot rail automatically projects; lustrous metal parts never require polish ing; racks for spoons, glasses, and refuse container are regular equipment. Available with or without refrigerator unit. Let us send you pictures and descriptions of the "Cruiser" models and special Built-in Bars for amusement rooms. D^-X f+ n MODERN \J \J L FURNITURE 35 East Hennepin Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota (Begin on page 34) even ignorance, is still the badge of honor. With malice toward none — or at least not many, I think it can be said that half the members of the House do not know what they are going to say when they get up, do not know what they are saying while they are speaking, and do not know what they have said when they sit down. The Illinois House of Representatives is a bubbling morass of benighted minds. Its members talk to impress their profundity on their fellow mem bers. They talk in the almost always vain hope of having their speeches picked up by the newspapers and read by their constituencies. They talk to defend their parties, their dis tricts, their subsidizers, and their "rights." They talk to put the oppo sition in its place and to point out flaws (of which there arc always more than enough to go around) in each other's speeches. But mostly they talk just to talk; some vague primal urge titillates their vocal cords. The pettifogging intellect with which the average representative is endowed leads him to grab at a thou sand brightly colored baubles of de bate that dance temptingly before his eyes. Everything — except, of course, business — that comes in through his eyes and ears comes out through his mouth on the floor of the House. He cannot resist reciting in detail his dis tinguished record and the manifesta tions of his noble purpose. The new comer is tempted to protest against this attenuation of irrelevancies that turns a motion for the abolition of the mouth hygiene commission into a sixty-minute inaugural address, but before very long he finds he has a record himself, and he wants to talk about it. 1 here is no record kept of the proceedings in the House. This is a boon to the legislators, for a verbatim account of some of the pearls that are strung in House debate would be sufficient to drumhead three- fourths of them out of what they euphemistically call "public life." Even when Rep. Snell, assailing the Kelly plan, shrieks, "This bill is a putrid abortion!" the old-timers are not willing to concede that the limit ol inanity has been reached. "Damned lie," "liar," "coward," "damned fool," "piker," "robber," and "I'll settle this with you out in the hall" are flung across the cham ber in debate. But this violence is the violence of state representatives — that is, the violence of kindergarteners. None of this viciousness ever bursts into actual fisticuffs. All quarrels are forgotten before the session adjourns. It doesn't pay to carry a chip or nurse a grudge — "politicians don't keep books." As the primaries draw near this brow-beating becomes more vitriolic and prevalent. It is recog nized by one and by all as first class "window-dressing." A few sessions ago a Smith-Hurd statute book, weighing ten or fifteen pounds, was thrown across the cham ber in reciprocation of a loaded ink well. More recently, Rep. McCaskrin of Rock Island, the best show in the House, arose unprovoked and knocked down Senator Barbour of Evanston, probably the most venerable member of the Senate. Rep. McCaskrin was suspended for two days and asserted that it was worth it. Directly between the House and the Senate chambers is located the legislative reference bureau. Here, in their tomb of thou sands of statute books, a group of earnest young men earn their keep by drafting bills for the legislators. They work assiduously and thanklessly, but their lives are not altogether seamy. They enjoy the priceless privilege of seeing the legislative mind with its hair down. A downstatc representative orders a bill to be drafted lorbidding auto mobiles to make either a left or right turn in any city, village, or incorpo rated town. A Chicago assemblyman arrives in Springfield with the sting ing embarrassment fresh in his mind of having rushed into a hotel men's room only to find himself without the necessary nickel, and he orders a bill drafted requiring all hotels operating pay conveniences to purchase a yearly license at $25 per cabinet d'aisance. Another Chicago representative who has been sued by a department store for the price of merchandise pur chased by his wife storms into the bureau and demands a bill prohibiting a wife from buying anything without the written consent of her husband. Most of these bills never reach the floor of the House. By the time they are drafted their authors have forgot ten all about them. The partisan conduct of legislators is not always identifiable as corrupt, but it makes things clearer to the visi tor to learn that a powerful senator who takes a strong pro position in railroad legislation has a law firm back home which is retained by eight major railroads, while a powerful rep resentative whose real estate firm back home handles the business of the great utilities chain has come to have a courteous, and even generous, re gard for legislation favoring the utili ties companies. There are "money fctchers," too. to borrow a blunt term that is the legislators' own. "Money fctchers" are pending legislation dis tasteful to wealthy private interests. The assemblyman who instigates the "money fetcher" may or may not have had coercion as his motive, but he is in the best position, none the less, to do business with the interests it offends. And the offended interests never forget that every legislator is a legislator with a vote. No, the offended interests never forgot that. The newspaper boys know pretty well how and why each "trained seal" is going to vote on a bill. As the Gentlemen rise one after another to speak their pieces, the visi tors in the gallery nudge each other and whisper, "Listen to this guy, they tell me he's a card." "Here's the House comic, he's always good for a couple of laughs," "This bird's a scream," and the old timers tell their friends, "This fellow's the Anti- Saloon League's man" or "This fel low's the railroads' man" or "This fellow is Capone's man." No one ever says, "This fellow's the taxpayer's man." The lobbies have such an unshak able grip on both houses of the legis- 60 The Chicagoan c?/?///7o The luxury of lacy pillows and a velvet throw for the enom All lovely women, interested in obtain ing beautiful Carlin objects for home decoration, will find that our collection is most unexpectedly moderate in price. Assetnbled here are furniture pieces of distinguished character — fabrics of ex clusive design — lamps and mirrors of rare merit — and — luxurious beyond words — the newest Carlin creations for bedroom and boudoir — and travel accessories. Interiors Completely Decorated. Estimates Submitted ^^TTJRDY, robust well-being is best developed ^-^ and maintained by keeping the system free of toxic wastes. There is no better, nor more natural way to do this than by the drinking of six to eight glasses of water daily. Corinnis Spring Water makes such drinking a genuine pleasure. Because it is always crystal- clear, always pure and sparkling and always good to taste, children willingly drink their full share. Order a case of Corinnis tomorrow. It costs but a few cents a bottle — surely a small price to pay for the good health it promotes. HINCKLEY 420 W. Ontario St. & SCHMITT SUPerior 6543 shhothood SIC Corinnis SPRING WATER February, 1932 61 The Belmont was MADE (or entertaining. High up above the city are its lovely French ballroom, marble promenade, reception salon and smart dressing rooms — yours to possess for an afternoon, or an evening. Here is the place for your ball or tea or other social function. From spacious kit chens on the same floor come the delicious pastries, ices, salads which have justly brought fame to our proud and Gallic catering staff. Telephone for reservations. REGULAR TABLE D'HOTE DINNER INCLUDING SUNDAYS $«f.25 $H.50 $0.00 HOTEL Belmont B. B. WILSON, Resident Manager Single and double rooms with bath. Suites of 2 to 4 rooms, with or without kitchenette SHERIDAN ROAD AT BELMONT HARBOR Bittersweet 2100 15 MINUTES FROM THE LOOP lature that there are now as many reputable, non-partisan organizations lobbying for desirable reform meas ures as there are moneyed interests and bigots lobbying for retrogressive and predatory legislation. All Spring field is overrun by whispered confer ences and secret meetings. In the lobby of the Capitol, along the walls and recesses of the two chambers, on the very floors of the houses, the lobbyists may be found in earnest, sibilant conversation with the Gentle men. At all hours of the day and night the restaurants and hotel lobbies are crowded with these little knots of legislators in the company of the real lawmakers. Good men as well as bad are lobbyists. The respectable ele ments of society are forced to send their agents to the capital to prevent medieval or flagrant legislation from undoing a century of progressive good. Although the lobbying is done openly around the town, the deals are generally swung over a bottle and a card table behind the closed doors of hotel rooms. Until long after mid night every night there is a steady stream of bellboys bearing cracked ice and ginger ale up to the rooms of the three hotels patronized by the legis lators. As far as liquor is concerned, the patrician town of Springfield, where Lincoln lived and lies, is wide open It is a dull town, and Madame Patton's, a tradition located across the street from the police station, has lit tle lure for the legislators. There are no night clubs, as such. Sociability is brewed and drained in the hotel rooms, and besides the half dozen professional ("regular") sessions around town, there is a friendly little poker game in every third hotel room. Without the benign influence of the poker game many a reform would fail in the legislature. Let England boast that Waterloo was won on the play ing fields of Eton and Harrow; Chi cago can vaunt the winning of the Kelly plan on the playing cards of Springfield. But darkness rolls over Springfield while we dawdle. The Victorian cut glass chandeliers are lit in the House, their dim yeliow glow throwing the chamber into a dusty haze that recalls ancient engravings of the Continental Congress. The air is almost stiff with smoke. The hall is fumy and hot. In the cool circular lobby we stare at the chipped rococco panels of marble around the peeling walls. The wall of the west wing sports an obscenely large painting of some historical Indian scene. Out side, above the stained and weathered dome, floats a tattered American flag. The place is built like all old state capitols. Balconies run around the inside of the structure underneath the dome. In niches on the balconies stand statues of Illinois immortals — Grant, Logan, Douglas. Some of the governors are there, beginning with Shadrach Bond, the first. I he Senate, com pared with the House, is a haven of meditation. There arc only fifty men here. They arc older than the rep resentatives. Some of them arc wiser. Most of them caught up on their prattling when they were younger — perhaps in the House. Half of them have been there for ten years or more, while half the House has been turned over within the last two years. The hall is cleaner; the floor is carpeted instead of rubber-matted like the House. The gobboons are majestic brass instead of enameled iron, and they are actually aimed at. But there are reversions to type. Most of the senators are smoking cigars. There is much of the strolling around and conversational clusters. A larger, but not much larger, percent age of the members listens to the speakers. Senator Dan Seritella of Chicago holds a cigar in one hand and an active toothpick in the other. Lieut-Gov. Sterling presides behind a cigar. Sergeant-at-Arms T. B. Scouten is a man of importance: he helps plan the legislators' entertainment at the Abraham Lincoln Hotel and was taken along on the prison reform junket to Europe last summer to check the baggage. In House debate the Senate is rarely referred to by its right name. It is best known, with a derisive jerk of the thumb, as "the boys across the hall," or, under cover of high sar casm, as "the House of Lords." But to call a senator "Mr." instead of "Senator" is a major defection, and in that precept is symbolized the dig nity and decorum of the upper House. The Senators behave themselves well during school hours and, however they occupy themselves after school, they do not participate in the childish pranks of the representatives. The representatives have to amuse themselves somehow. There are a limited number of picture shows, most of the members can read but few actually resort to it, and you can't play poker all the time. So the care free hours are given over to harmless little pranks. Over at the St. Nicholas, where the Democrats stay, there is a high win dow that overlooks a roof about three feet below. There the conspirators gather. A tomato is smashed on the shirtfront of one of the boys. An innocent representative opens the door just in time to see the body of the murdered man thrown out of the window (into the arms of fellow-con spirators on the roof three feet be low). The victim blanches with terror while one of the conspirators says quietly, "There was an argument and Ginzbergh was shot. We'd better get out of here quick." The yokel runs down into the lobby and, either screaming or choking, zooms down the street. The conspirators call the police and give the description of the innocent representative as the mur derer. He is caught in his flight and kept in jail in a state of collapse until the conspirators decide that they have had their fun. So complicated a prank is neces sarily performed by the leading minds of the House. Simpler souls enjoy placing a wet sponge on the chair of a member who is on his feet speaking. hanging a horse collar around the neck of a member who is given to announcing that he wear's no man's collar, spilling a pitcher of water from a hotel room onto a friend in the street, or persuading a new represen tative to requisition a piano. Between times these blithe spirits represent the people of Illinois in solemn conclave. Chicagoans know little and care less about their state legislature. They have their own cir cuses — the City Hall and County Building. Being home industries, these two spectacles have a rightful monop oly on local entertainment. The state legislature may be funny, but it's two hundred miles away. The Chicagoan GRACE Slenderness, to enable you to wear clothes becomingly ...grace, to enable you to walk and stand well. . .youth, to enable you to enjoy life to the full . . . strength, to fortify you for an active season ... these, Elizabeth Arden's rhyth mic exercises will give you. And they are fun, too ! • Please arrange for an interview with Miss Arden's Directress, since these exercises are specially prescribed for each in dividual. For an appointment telephone Superior 6952. • On Saturday afternoons Miss Arden's Exercise Department is open for the special convenience of business women. Massage, roller, and the famous Ardena Baths for relaxation or reduction are allavailable at this time; as well as individual or class work in rhythmic exercise. ELIZABETH ARDEN 70 EAST WALTON PLACE • CHICAGO NEW YORK • LONDON • PARIS • BERLIN • ROME • MADRID fe Klizabeth Ariien, 1932 BODY FACE REJUVENATION Would you like to look five, ten, or fifteen years younger ? 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Kirkl a x d . . . dignity and elegance in Town Home Apartments — of six, seven or eight rooms. 3100 SHERIDAN ROAD Distingu ished Enduring Direct y y y A fastidious approach and an intimate address to the smart Chicago market are obtainable exclusively in the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. IF you haven't found out about Carolyn Wilson yet, I advise you to look in on her. Her shop is at 134 East Delaware Place, corner of Michi gan, and it contains some of the nicest Chinese objets d'arts you ever saw. Not very expensive either. For in stance if you have a penchant — or a friend who's having a birthday who has a penchant — for ornaments in the form of animals, there are some per fectly lovely little horses from two to three inches in length and from four to ten dollars in price. Nobody models horses like the Chinese. They some how impart a richness of line, a no bility of form to them, that Occidentals fail to catch. Maybe Chinese horses are richer of line and nobler of form than Occidental horses. At any rate, these little fellows in fantastic color ings — peacock blue seems to be the accepted shade for a Chinese horse, but there are some buttercup yellows and crushed strawberries that are pretty swell too — are in the tradition of Chinese art and are awfully nice to have around the house. Then there are bigger animals — ancient horses and camels as perfectly modeled as their small modern coun terparts — and these Miss Wilson has at extraordinary moderate prices. There are lots of other things too — lovely fabrics, precious jades, enamels, lacquer. I don't want to sound pessimistic, but talking about porcelain horses reminds me that there is a place in town you can take them to be mended when they get broken. Jean Boetter's is the shop, and it's in the Stevens Building, 16 North Wabash Avenue. Mrs. Boetter was a Miss Pick and old Chicagoans — they'd have to be quite old I guess — will probably remember her and her sister as the daughters of an Austrian consul in Chicago, who started a shop down on 22nd Street when 22nd Street was smart, way back in 1873. Miss Pick married Jean Boetter and the present estab lishment is an offshoot of the Pick Sisters' business. Originally they just dealt in china, glass, silver and such, but twenty-five years ago they dis covered a process for welding china and they've been mending Chicago's cups and dishes ever since. Not only Chicago's either. They get commis sions from all over the country. Even San Francisco sends its china to Jean Boetter's to be mended. Incidentally the Boetter's were among the first people in Chicago to go in for antiques in a big way and they have some fine old English silver and glass and pewter. I liked the pew ter particularly but I was told pewter was pretty much of a dead issue nowa days, there were so many people will ing to buy lead instead. 1 0 turn for a mo ment to something even more perish able than porcelain horses, have you discovered Mrs. Cass's bakery? Prob ably not unless you are in the habit of perambulating on the west side of Rush Street down near Oak. If you have a yearning for such croissants and brioches as only the banks of the Seine afford, you will undoubtecHy take this hint and look up Mrs. Cass. It's a small French establishment — Monsieur and Madame don't want it any larger — have a positive hor ror of having it any larger — say it runs into too much expense. Monsieur does the baking, and he's an artist, and Madame keeps the shop. They have fresh croissants, brioches, petits fours, etc., in every day, and they will bake you anything to order. They'll make you real baba an rhum if you want them to and if you can furnish the rhum. And they will supply all the pastry of whatever sort for par ties, weddings and the other melan choly functions. Madame told me the regular French patisseries — palmiers, T^lapoleons and so on — didn't go very well in Chicago, so Monsieur spent his spare time inventing patisseries that would go, being more or less indigenous. A BLOCK SOUth of Mrs. Cass's, still keeping to Rush Street, you come to F. Hewitt's, a fascinating place. F. Hewitt goes in for practically everything in the way of antiques and curios. His shop in Chicago is small but he has other strings to his bow. He owns, for in stance, the historic Walker Taverns in the Irish Hills in southern Michi gan, and altogether is one of the big gest dealers in Americana in the Middle West. He has a clientele of famous and avid curio collectors — ¦ Henry Ford, among them. The story goes that Mr. Ford once contemplated buying an old stage coach barn from him because he liked the swallow's nesting in the rafters. He planned to have the barn shipped complete with swallows. Mr. Hewitt had to explain that probably Mr. Ford's own barns were too spic and span for swallows to nest in, and I don't know whether Mr. Ford bought the barn, or whether he went home and let his own barns get dirtied up. Another of Mr. Hewitt's happy customers is a fancier of undertaker's equipment who buys such cheerful items as old embalming bottles, cof fins, marbles and so on. You see, it's worth a visit to Mr. Hewitt, even if only to get a story or two. And if your intentions are more serious and honourable you'll find some worth while things there. There's a whole floor devoted to early American pine and maple, and there's lots of fine china and glass. One of the grandest things in the shop is a set of table glass of the "panel and pleat" or Washington design, assembled piece by piece by Mr. Hewitt. It's very solid and good looking, and would sparkle handsomely on a polished mahogany board. As prices go for such things it's not very high. Go in and see it when you're in the neighborhood. Now that his mythical majesty the ground hog has had his day in the shade, assurance enough of early spring, I can think of no better clos ing counsel than the suggestion that you stroll this area, as you have with me, for the most completely charming shopping experience to be had in these parts. 64 The Chicagoan Most BEAUTIFUL Most COMPLETE In the entire Mid- West, there is no finer, no more comprehen sive showing of fine custom furniture than this, at the Irwin showrooms. Here, an entire building is given over to the creations of America's foremost staff of furniture designers ... an inspiring exhibit of present-day bench craftsmanship, an important addition to the artistic and cultural facilities of Chicago. You are cordially invited. While a strict whole sale policy prevails, you may make desired purchases through any established retail dealer. Robert W. 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JUST WONPER.FU L FOOD 1 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN : Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature) — (9\Jeu/ address) (Old address) (Begin on page 52) Liquid Depila tory offers an unusually rapid and mess-less method. You simply twist a bit of cotton about the applicator, dip it in the clear liquid and douse the hairs with it. They shrivel off in from two to five minutes, you rinse the spot with cool water, and the job is done. Because the process is so rapid and the depilatory can be rinsed away so promptly and thor oughly you aren't troubled by that pervasive and unpleasant depilatory odor which ordinarily makes itself more unpleasant than the superfluous hairs themselves. With the changing of seasons hair (not the superfluous kind, now) al ways needs special attention, as hu man beings shed hair just as animals shed furs at certain periods of the year. The one thing to do all the time and in the right way is to brush, brush, brush. There is a special tech nique to brushing and if you don't think you arc doing it just exactly right you might run up to Anne Heathcote's studio in the Republic Building and get one of her short brushing treatments as a start and to learn how it should be done yourself. Then, if your hair needs special at tention, a course of the famous Ogilvic scalp treatments will give it genuine new life. Miss Heathcote does these expertly as well as the very beneficial Parker Herbex treatment and various oil treatments, all prescribed to suit your individual needs. Back to the tricky business of effective make-up we find an amusing little gadget which Eliza beth Arden gives away at her salon or, I believe, will send you if you write her. It's a gay color chart twirl ing somewhat upon the principle of those cocktail wheels you see every where. You twirl the wheel and a girl's head appears in an opening at the top showing a certain color hair, eyes and skin and different colored tresses. Through circles at the bottom appear the correct shades of powder, rouge, lipstick, eye-shadow and cos- metique to use for each costume by each individual type. Fun to play with, and decidedly instructive. I here's just no end to the contrivances folks are thinking up to churn, whittle, pound, or roll us into shape. If you don't like one method you can try another at the Institut de Beaute up on North Michi gan. At this salon, where Zaidee Mousby held forth for so many years before she went abroad, her methods are continued with several entertain ing innovations. You can melt the pounds off com fortably in the electric cabinet baths heated with health-giving infra-red bulbs or you are rolled in a soothing electric blanket while you get a facial. The things that particularly enter tained me were the amusing and pur poseful looking machines. There are the usual stationary bicycles, rollers, etc., but some un usual ones, too. On one rolling con trivance you sit down with feet braced against a foot rest and are literally churned into slim-hipped lines. An other fascinating affair has two padded discs which, when the cur rent is turned on, administer a brisk spanking and vibrating massage wher ever you need to knock off a few pounds. These don't hurt either but they are effective and quite a lot of fun. There is also a one-wheel bicycle, built so that you stand up on the pedals and thus attack the thigh mus cles that don't get their share of exercise on the ordinary sitting-down type of cycle. There aren't any bicycles-built-for-two, though. Besides the machines you are mas saged, exercised, sprayed and thor oughly groomed like a costly race horse. And you'll be in just as fine fettle when you emerge feeling vigor ous and substantially lighter. RHAPSODY IN BLUE Sergei Reconquers the IV est (Begin on page 47) the glorious Lotte Lehmann. Pampanini is not conventional about Mimi and her voice is heavy and warm. But I doubt that she really gets across to the cus tomers in spite of her formidable tal ents. Lehmann's Eva is charming but the cast needed the magnificent Bockelman as Sachs. He will be re membered forever by those of us who love this comedy of Nuremberg. And I hope it's auf wiedersehen. There has been some stimulating music in the theatre. The hardy Beggar's Opera has been and gone. Sylvia Nelis still warbles Polly's lyrics demurely, but where are the veterans of yesteryear, especially the robust Mr. Baker. The Beggars looked a bit shabby this year and the Eighth Street Theatre is, at best, a lugubrious spot. The ladies of the ensemble in the pit did some curious thing with Gay's immortal collection of tunes. Fancy, the drinking song only encored twice. What would Hammersmith say to that. Lew Leslie's Rhapsody in Blac\ was no place for a dramatic critic. This politely mannered and inexpen sive colored revue boasted a very symphonic jazz, band, a first-class choir clad in long flannel wrappers, and a dusky belle named Valaida who conducted like an Ethiopian Leginska and sang St. James Infirmary in a big way. The original numbers in the score were contributed by Dorothy Fields and Jimmy McHugh and two of their songs are smooth. In Three's A Crowd the smart melodies of Arthur Schwartz place him firmly in the hierarchy of Times Square. You know The Band Wagon already from the radio and the rec ords. Something to Remember You By seems a bit sickish with age but Right at the Start of It places as a memorable ditty, both as to lyric and music. And who will soon forget John Green's Body and Soul with its The Chicagoan ^ I ^HOSE who prefer "French-drip" coffee will like this samovar-style electric coflee urn. It is a product or JVIannin^ - Bowman, designers of attractive electric tableware, and may be had in aluminum, pewter, brass, copper, or aranium finish. It is said that this urn makes cottee taste like coffee smells". Prices in keeping with present-day allowances. COMMONWEALTH EDISON ELECTRIC SHOPS 72 West Adams Street and Branche THE CHICAGOAN Theatre Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theatre tickets as follows: (Play) (Second choice) - f Number of seats) (Date) (T^ameJ ^Address,). (Telephone) (Enclosed) $ Attend the Theatre Regularly, Comfortably, Smartly By arrangement with the theatres listed below, THE CHICAGOAN is pleased to assure its readers choice reservations at box office prices and with a minimum of inconvenience. 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But the Rhapsody doesn't touch La Valse and it lumbers along with little of the characteristic Danubian gaiety. Also Brunswick. Laurels in this column go to Co lumbia again for the set of Bach transcriptions played by Percy Grain ger. The series includes the Bach- Liszt Prelude and Fugue in A minor, the Bach-Tausig-Busoni Toccata and Fugue in D minor (the one Stokow- ski has transcribed for orchestra in the Victor catalogue) and the Bach- Liszt Fantasia and Fugue in G minor. On an odd side is a curious setting by Grainger called Blithe Bells, a ramble on a Bach aria. In spite of the formidable reputation of such Bach specialists as Harold Samuels and others, it seems to us that Grain ger can't be beat. His Bach is con cise, free from sentimentality and imposing in its architecture. You will have to buy this group if you worship at the Leipzig shrine. Sir Hamilton Harty and the Halle Orchestra have recorded Elgar's Enigma Variations in a Masterworks Set for Columbia. Tormented by Pomp and Circumstance we are apt to forget that, on occasion, Elgar composes with singular charm. The variations are strongly constructed and pleasantly romantic in their Brahmsian moodiness. They are stamped with the seal of excel'ent workmanship. The Halle band of fers a fine performance, rich in con trasts and extraordinarily dynamic. Not so successful is the Columbia duplication of the suite from Wein berger's Schwanda, made a month or two ago by Brunswick. The reading comes from Dr. Weissmann and an orchestra from the nit of the Berlin State opera. The discs are strident clue possibly to some slip in the re cording laboratory. We have listened to some fine Vic tor long-playing records, notably the death scene from Boris (Chaliapin) coupled with the final moments of Don Quixote in Massenet's opera. Stokowski and the Philadelphia fur nish the J^ut-Crac\er Suite now on one large and lengthy record. A brilliant example from the repertoire of a great orchestra. In the popular field pause to listen to two excerpts from Jerome Kern's The Cat and the Fiddle, demonstrat ing the old maestro at his best. And by now there should be some press ings from Of Thee I Sing, the Gersh win stampede. We're as anxious to hear them as you are. Credit where due. Victor presses The Cat and the Fiddle and it's Leo Reisman's Orchestra. .VAS* °F ***** OUTRAGEOUS FLATTERY Candlelight lends a plain face beauty . . . makes a lovely face still lovelier. Outrageous flattery! But what woman can resist it ... or wants to? Particu larly if the candles are held in these grace ful Fostoria candlesticks! They add so much sparkle, so much glamour to the dinner . . . and they're so in expensive. MAYFAI R DINNER Hostesses of the smart world are sponsoring a new and very lovely dinner mode. From cocktails to coffee, they now serve each course at the formal affair in Fostoria Glassware. And never have dinner tables been so colorful, so thrilling. The graceful service illustrated is Fostoria's Mayfair pattern. It comes in chaste crystal, or glowing shades of Green, Amber, Rose or Topaz. You can see this smart Fostoria service at any of the fine shops. A VERSATILE DISH This Fostoria iced-appetizer set enables you to serve, and serve in style, tomato juice, fruit, crabmeat cocktail, clam juice cocktail ... in fact, any chilled appetizer you can think of. Each set consists of an individual ice-bowl and 3 containers of different shapes and sizes that fit into the bowl. They come in several lovely colors and, considering their versatility, are surprisingly low in price. HOSTESS AUTHORITY Hundreds of thou sands of women seek the advice of Helen Ufford, Hostess Editor of Delineator. MissUfford is a very warm friend of Fostoria Glassware. 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These same features — but im proved - — will be offered to discriminat ing Chicagoans. Our Tudor Room is now open. Our Georgian and private rooms will be open soon. 800 Tower Court SUPerior 4781 VIOLETS UUIuxt • • • TWTTWI^ (&£=*, WarrJ&Ut? It's not so ! This rumor that Kenwood is feeding flowers to sheep to produce those luscious blanket colors is a canard. Why it's preposterous I Just imagine what you'd have to pay for an orchid blanket under this scheme — even if violets were substituted for the orchids ? Spinach might work to make the green ones but who would be so cruel as to inflict an eternal diet of spinach upon even a poor dumb sheep ? Besides, flowers fade and you never heard of Kenwood colors fading. These Kenwood pastel shades are in the blankets for keeps. Only the most permanent of dyes — only the most dependable dyeing processes, AND — back on of all this— only the springiest, wooliest long-fibre virgin -*P wool that ever sheep grew — go into a Kenwood. Now you can have the supreme loveliness and comfort ^J that are Kenwood in the FULL unstinted standard size ¦J 72" x 84" blanket at $10.00. Your choice of eleven lus- 9 trous pastel shades — or for a little more the Kenwood Two jjj Color Reversible, Butterfly or Modernist Blankets. k E N WO CEP 550 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE Fine Residence for Sale Located immediately North of Lincoln Park in district restricted to residences Inquiries: McMenemy & Martin Fran\ H. Overloc\ 410 N. Michigan Blvd. Whitehall 6880 t Important personages and their far have selected the Seneca for their homes — a nationally known radio announcer an internationally famous soprano a surgeon distinguished in literary circles partner of oldest stock exchange house a leading Italian tenor the foremost political reporter the ablest criminal prosecutor the widow of a famous author a prominent book manufacturer vice-president of Chicago's largest bank representative of a foreign government Seneca %tel 200 E. CHESTNUT STREET February, 1932 69 HOTEL PEARSON Chicago's most cultured Hotel-home ! Here ... at Hotel Pearson . . . the re fined, fastidious per manent guest — or the sophisticate who so- journs in Chicago — will find an environment, appointments, 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 DOBERMAN PINSCHERS Puppies by this great sire and trained Dobermans as ideal guardians and playmates for children, available at THE RENNELS KENNELS and Training School for Dobermans only, LAKE VILLA, ILLINOIS Chicago Office 22 W. Monroe St. Mr. & Mrs. M. V. Reynolds Owners Ludwig Gessner. Manager Let's Eat, by margaret kirmse, one of her grand collection of SCOTTISH TERRIER ETCHINGS BARKS AND GROWLS The Scottish Terrier — and a Thoroughbred By B. M. Cummings *<TS this a private fight, or . . . ?" X Scottie, as the Scottish Terrier is called, may be little, but "Oh, My!" He'll tackle anything from an other Scottie to an elephant, and with confidence that he will win. Do not be misled, he is not quarrelsome, but when fighting is to be done, he glories in it and his opponent, regardless of size, knows he has been in a fight. The Scottie is sturdy with, one might say, an underslung body and carries himself with a philosophic independence all his own. In color, he may be black, sandy or steel gray. White markings are taboo except to a Four month old Scottie Pups by Champion Ardmore Skipper A good Scottie lends distinction to its owner. Mrs. M. F. Hillis 6939 Jcffery Ave. Hyde Park 0343 CHOW PUPPIES The finest breeding — unusually low ir price. Some of the world's finest chou studs. WAUCHOW KENNELS Hob. a. k. C. Mrs. Win. IJ. Crawford. Own«r Waukegun Rd., 1 mile North of Glen view, III. Dogberry Barbed Wire Kingsthorp Sand Storm Puppies for sale by these great dogs. Harrington, Illinois Alex H. Stewart — 30 North Michigan — Cent. 3978 The Accepted Center of Social Activities Society makes Shore- land its ren dezvous. The e n ch a nti n g 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- DOG FAVORITES Hollywood Chooses Vchnauzers We have both Giants and Mediums. Wonderful family and watch dogs. Covered Wagon Kennels Naperville, Illinois Chicago Office: lOS W. Adams St. 70 The Chicagoan A Pass Completed With prevailing costs of operation so greatly decreased, L'AIGLON prompt ly passes the saving along to its patrons. Both our regular dinners and carte de jour prices are lower by twenty to thirty per cent. Yet the food is su perbly the same ! Our chefs wield the same magic with rare ingredients. The same delicious seafood brought fresh to our kitchens daily from Boston and New Orleans. The same meltingly tender steaks and fowl and baby fresh vegetables. Add to these the cheerful hospitality and infectious en tertainment of our orchestra and you have an evening you'll remember without a tremor of the purse! Dancing from six to one Luncheon - Dinner After-Theatre Supper 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 Olaf Health Service His system of exercises and mas sage are soothing and fitted for the needs of the individual, provid ing complete relaxation and restor ing vitality; thus developing nerve control and a happy disposition. OLAF S. EVANS 919 N. Michigan Av. Palmolive Bldg. Room 334 Telephone SUPerior 731ft Fine Clothes For Men and Boys •A^Sta-i^to. Best / r Rand " " School of the Dance Ballet Tap Character 64 E. Jackson Blvd. Webster 3772 Are You Proud Of Your Skin? A FINE SPECIMEN OF THE POPULAR BREED THAT IS BEING SHOWN FEBRUARY 28 AT THE STEVENS HOTEL AT THE ANNUAL EXHIBIT OF THE WESTERN BOSTON TERRIER CLUB small extent on the chest. The ears should be pointed naturally (not cut), and the tail long (about seven inches). A grown Scottie should stand from nine to twelve inches high and weigh eighteen to twenty pounds. His gen' eral appearance is bright and alert with the head up. His body is com pact and he possesses remarkable muscles. While he was originally bred for fox and vermin hunting, today he is the ideal household pet, tactful and unassuming, but filled with a quiet, dignified confidence that marks him as a faithful friend and a fearless de- fender. He is essentially a one man dog, giving his devotion to one master but a friendly interest in the balance of the family. He never fails to win his place in the hearts of all types of owners. People, too, speak of "dour Scots" and "canny Scots." The Scottish Terrier isn't unlike the human citizen of his native land. He's dour only in looks, but he is canny. He's whimsical looking, too, and rather wistful. He may look a little sad at times, but it isn't because he's greatly disappointed about the world in general. He can be as gay a com panion as you'd ever want for a tramp through the fields or a walk in the park. J UST what is a thor oughbred, someone has asked. The Barks and Growls Editor cries, "A pedigreed Dog" naturally, but up jumps an Editor from every Depart ment. "A perfect hostess," says the Soci ety Editor. "A well dressed man — who is not dressed up," declares the Men's Style Editor. "A sprinter, football player or prize fighter, who can win or lose like a gentleman," shouts the Sports Editor. And so on. Oh, me! What an argument we started! The slender limber race horse, showing a trace of the Arabian and perhaps some Morgan, certainly is a thoroughbred. And so also is the Texas Long Horn Steer, the scrappy Cornish Game Cock, and even the once lowly rabbit. Mr. Webster says: "A thorough bred is one bred from the best blood, through a long line, or one having characteristics of such breeding." And so it is with the Dog. A pedigreed thoroughbred looks and acts like a thoroughbred. You may lose his pedigree, but he can t lose it, and will continue to walk and act like the thoroughbred he is. That's why people pay from $50.00 to $500.00 for puppies that are "bred from a long line of the best blood." They admire thoroughbreds. The Automobile Editor asked us to attend the Na tional Automobile Show with him. At the Coliseum he made a com parison that, at first, rather startled us. He said motor cars were some thing like dogs. We've heard great trans-Atlantic steamships called "ocean-greyhounds," but we'd never before heard anyone speak of auto mobiles and dogs as being alike. And then he explained what he meant. Thoroughbred motor cars, as per fect as possible externally and inter nally, come at a big price. So do thoroughbred dogs. You go to a modern motor car agency of fine rep utation and pick out the car you want to buy; you pay for it, yes, but you are certain that you are getting full value for your money. And you go to a modern kennels of fine reputa tion and pick out the dog you wish to buy; there, too, you pay for it, but there, too, you get full value for your expenditure. But if you go to a little known second hand car dealer on a diagonal street and pick out a car, you may not pay a great deal for it and it may not run very far. And that, too, holds true when you are on the market for dogs. ROCOCO HOUSE 161 E. Ohio St. Smorgasbord — Special Sunday Dinner 1 to 9 o'clock Dinner Every Day — 5 to 9:30 Distinctive Swedish Foods Tel. Delaware 3688 Is it young, fair, beautiful, "alive" with the soft radi ance of youth and perfect health? It can be! Helena Rubinstein's beauty treat ments a re as care fully planned, as skillfully perfect, as scien tifically correct, as the knowl edge and genius of this world famous beauty authority can make them. Whether you are young, blessed with a lovely complexion and anxious to keep it so — or your skin is dull, drawn, tired from nerve tension, skin fatigue and the inclement winds, at Helena Rubinstein's Salon you will find the answerto your beauty problem. Come in today — A home treatment will be recommended for you and a new make-up created from the lovely cosmetics just brought back from Paris. Con sultation is without charge. For Your Home Treatment Pasteurized Face Cream — cleanses, molds the skin to youth. Revitalizes! . 1.00 Youthifying Tissue Cream — a rich tissue builder. Corrects dryness, lines, wrinkles 2.00 Contour Jelly- — a balsam astringent to correct relaxed muscles, double chin . 1.00 Youthifying Foundation Cream — New! Beautiful! Protective. Keeps rouge and powder adherent . 1.00 On sale at her salons, and lead ing department and drug stores. helena rubinstein 670 N. Michigan Avenue Phone: Whitehall 4241 NEW YORK • LONDON • PARIS February, 1932 71 TWO AIDES TO SUCCESSFUL ENTERTAINERS Sparkling White Rock gives an air of distinc tion to the most carefully set table . . . When ginger ale is in order, White Rock Pale Dry wins equal approval. It is the only ginger ale made with White Rock. EXPERIMENT IN RED The Traveler in Russia (Begin on page 51) left the train — with, the money. So willy-nilly the American bankers have a tractor named after them puffing away in the heart of Red Russia. Another fiction disproved by travelers in Russia is the story that one is not permitted to see real Russia, and is shown only what the Soviet wants us to see. Foreigners now are at perfect liberty to go anywhere they please and one may travel alone without a guide if one knows the language. Since few can han dle the language, and since it is difficult to handle the innumerable arrangements individu ally it is advisable to travel through the tour ist bureau which has been chartered by the government. Intourist operates just as any other tourist bureau, arranges conduct ed tours or individual trips, makes hotel reser vations, buys tickets, gets passports and visas, and generally smooths the path for travelers all through the country. The best way to travel in Russia is to pay Intourist the flat rate which covers everything from tickets on the railroads to tickets to the opera, food and hotels, every thing but incidental expenses for wines and personal luxuries. The rate ranges from ten to twenty dollars a day. Ten dollars is "hard" and twenty dollars is "soft" or, first and sec ond class. First class provides for private rooms in hotels, private compartments, etc. Second class means two in a room and things not quite so luxurious but thoroughly comfort able. Intourist has just opened a new office on North Michigan avenue which handles all details and is simply bubbling with informa tion and geniality. The suggested Intourist trips for 1932 are tantalizing. If you are footloose and weary of the ordinary thing have a look at these and open a new world for yourself: 1. To TURKESTAN and the ancient cities of Soviet Central Asia — Travel in a de luxe ex press train over Marco Polo's Golden Road. 30 days, ending in Moscow. 2. TO THE GRAND OPENING OF THE DNIEPROSTROY DAM, largest hydro-electric power station in Europe. May First. Mass celebration. 3. TO THE ARCTIC ON A SOVIET ice-breaker, cruising within 500 miles of the North Pole. 30 days of real exploring, hunting polar bear, reindeer and walrus. Sails July 25th. 4. FIVE YEAR PLAN tours, visiting giant indus tries at Magnitogorsk, Cheliabinsk, Kuznetzk, Novosibirsk, Sverdlovsk, Kharkoff, Dnieprostroy, Moscow, Leningrad, and State Farms at Rostov. Starts August 25th, duration 32 days. 25-day trip starts July 20th. 5. TRANS-SIBERIAN EXPRESS, a new way to the Far East. Moscow to Vladivostok, 6,000 miles, in nine days. Special de luxe express with diner. 6. AROUND THE WORLD IN SIXTY DAYS. A special World Tour via Siberia and Moscow. Starts from Chicago July 4th. May be joined at any point en route. 7. MOUNTAIN CLIMBING in the Caucasus. The seven biggest peaks in Europe are here. Strange tribes inhabit little-known valleys. Ex perienced native guides accompany every party. Magnificent scenery. 8. HUNTING in the Northern Forests, in the Ural Mountains and the Caucasus. Bear, moose, wild boar, deer and many varieties of valuable fur bearing animals. Rare Snow Tiger and Snow Leopard. Experienced native hunters. All trophies of the hunt may be exported duty free. 72 The Chicagoan loio ^atid leopie Of the hundreds who play polo, only a few may reach the heights of the International Matches. These are the blue-bloods of the game . . . Hitchcock, Guest, Hopping and others. Of the hundreds of hotels in New York, only a few are privileged to serve a certain type of guest . . . these are the blue-bloods of the hotel industry. The atmosphere of quiet and dignified ele gance that pervades the WESTBURY, ap peals to people of refinement, yet the rates are commensurate with the times. Accommodations by the day or year. Furnished or unfurnished wesmumi, 1 1] 11 llll I 111 I Ell I II llll I 111 I II I ! 11 111 1II1I ! Ml lil HI III I III f-' ' ' ' A Ideally located on Fifth Avenue at the entrance to Central Park, The Plaza and The Savoy- Plaza offer the highest standards of hos pitality . . . every thing to make IIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmii LUXURY with ECONOMY The new Hotel Lexington offers you the finest in modern appointments and convenience of location. Appreciation is complete when you learn the ex tremely moderate rates. Whether for a night or a year the Hotel Lexington is the ultimate choice of Chicagoans visiting New York. IN THE SELEGT FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL CENTER Economy Rates $350. $4 _ $5 _ $£ 801 ROOMS EACH WITH PRIVATE BATH (TUB AND SHOWER), CIRCULATING ICE WATER, MIRRORED DOORS HOTEL LEXINGTON LEXINGTON AVENUE at 48th STREET, NEW YORK CITY Frank Gregson, Manager Direction of American Hotels Corporation Phone Wlckersham 2-4400 J. Leslie Kincaid, President Solvent Sophisticates • Not everyone can afford to live at The Lake Shore Drive — even though our present tariffs reflect current conditions. • But those who can do so en joy here what European visi tors proclaim Chicago's finest, really smartest hotel. * Here the very atmosphere is continental, the service as suavely impeccable as on a transat lantic liner, the cuisine a joy to discriminating diners. • Not a very big hotel — but delightfully lo cated, exquisitely furnished and knowingly planned. Single rooms, suites and apartments, many of the latter with their own private kitchens. THE LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL and RESTAURANT 1J*1 Lake Shore Drive, <lii «•!»««> Superior SoOO Win. A. Buescher, Manager Late Manager, Ritz Carlton, Boston Ritz Carlton, New York February, 1932 73 IS THE ENEMY OF THE HIGH-BALL SELF-STIRRING BILLY BAXTER CLUB SODA Sen d for booklet . . . it tells all THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION CHESWICK, PA. DIANA COURT SALON Distinctively designed For intimate audiences. Avail able for recitals, lectures, club programs and meetings. Now booking for next season. • Increase Robinson Director Telephone — Delaware 3745 Mezzanine 540 N. Michigan Avenue PIERCE-ARROW LE BARON CONVERTIBLE SEDAN, FOR FIVE PASSENGERS, WHEELBASE 147 INCHES, 1 50-HORSE-POWER 12-CYLINDER ENGINE THE AUTOMOBILE SHOW A Short appraisement of the Event By Clay Burgess NOT so very long ago this de partment wrote of the then- approaching National Automobile Show as a week during which the automotive industry took off its dirty, oil-besmeared jumpers, picked up a can of mechanic's soap and washed the grime and grease from its hands and face, and climbed into its top hat, cutaway, grey worsted trousers and spats. Following its year of hard work was the week of showing to an admiring public the ingenuous fruits and polished fussings of its labors. Now that we have recently spent quite a lot of time at the Coli seum, the Show still seems like that to us. There are so many things about the annual National Automobile Shows that are of value to the public and to the manufacturer and his sales organ ization. For instances, there is the educa tion of the public. At the Grand Central Palace and at the Coliseum, in an atmosphere of friendliness and hospitality, the motor car owner feels quite inclined to pay a little call on the exhibit featuring the make of car he himself drives, and to take advan tage of the service offered. This at mosphere encourages him to ask ques tions about his own car. The manufacturer and his whole organization receives a weeks educa tion also. Automotive engineers, spe cialists, sales managers and salesmen are always desirous of picking up helpful suggestions and criticisms. The Show affords them this opportunity. There the manufacturer comes in con tact with the consumer, and the pleasures and displeasures of the latter are worth his observation. A fair barometer of public opinion as to favorite bodies, colors, types of motor and whatnot may be ascertained. And then, too, there is the critical exam ination by experts of each other's product and the public's reaction to some new and startling change that attracts attention. Every manufacturer knows that the public has accepted the flower of last year's Show as the standard of this year's equipment. Each maker is forced to keep pace with and attempt to surpass his rival. And then, of course, there are the all-important sales advantages, the stimu'ation of business and the direct influence on allied industries and the indirect ben efit upon industry as a whole. 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 ed, quiet, com' fortable. Folder on request. PARK MANOR Adjoining world renowned BALBOA PARK 5th and Spruce THE HUDSON EIGHT BROUGHAM, 132 INCH WHEELBASE, EXTRA REFINEMENTS INCLUDING THE CAPACIOUS WITH MANY TRUNK M. Knoedler & Company Incorporated Established 1846 Paintings by George Josimovich and Water Colors of Mexico by Eric Mose Q11 S. Michigan Ave. Chicago New York London Paris Telephone: Harrison 0994 14 The Chicagoan MIAMI BILTMORE U/n4aI coral cables llOTCl MIAMI FLORIDA RONEY PLAZA hotel Marcel A. Cotschi, "Managing Director All A Ml BEACH FLORIDA Wnt. G. McMee^in. Managing Director pnesioENT Open from January sixteenth London Office: Savoy Hotel Paris Office: 3 Rue Auber Opening under new ownership, the Miami Biltmore brings to winter vaca tionists the enjoyment of the world's most sumptuous resort hotel at popular rates! Created in 1925 . . . "peak" season of Florida's history . . . when no expenditure was too lavish to pro vide luxury and guest comfort . . . the Biltmore is a masterpiece of architec ture ... in a rich setting of natural beauty . . . surrounded by the magnifi cent golf course of the Miami Biltmore Country Club. Accommodations range from cozy single rooms to family suites with ample quarters for family servants. In luxurious furnishings and spacious plan, the Miami Biltmore is distinctively comfortable and homelike . . . yet its unusual advantages are well within the scope of a modest vacation budget. The Biltmore Country Club course has been thoroughly reconditioned . . . and, through new affiliations, guests' arrange ments for bathing, fishing, tennis, riding and other sports have been simplified. Miami Biltmore Country Club adjoining the Hotel 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 excellent Cabana Club Luncheon at a dollar-fifty, served at tables beside the big outdoor pool, in the gardens or on the beach. A favorite rendezvous in this gay south ern resort, the Roney Plaza is virtually a complete resort in itself . . . offering many extra comforts and pleasures with' out extra costs! Here you may frolic from breakfast until the following dawn illumines the far rim of sea . . . splash ing in the surf or pool . . . lunching on the beach . . . playing bridge under a cabana canopy . . . soaking in sun-rays in the nude sun-bathing cabinets . . . dancing to the latest rhythms in the gar den ballroom . . . mingling with gay cosmopolites in a glamorous atmosphere of natural beauty, gorgeous fashions and sunshine happiness. 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