Ik CUICAGOAN March, 1932 Price 35 Cents The joy of the game, the pleasure of the company, the sparkle of White Rock and the distinctive taste of White Rock Ginger Ale — these make the unbeatable foursome. NINE OUT OF TEN WON'T BE INTERESTED nOE^ No . . . we don't expect all Chicago to come flocking into our English Sports Shop. That's why we tucked it into a little corner all its own for a delicious surprise. We know that a rain suit has a very limited appeal . . . and not everyone goes into seventh heaven over a rag of a woolen scarf. And, after all, how many have a tre mendous passion for a homespun pruning apron? But if you're mad about horses and dogs and the dowdy smart things that only you can get away with . . . then you'll want to know about our — ENGLISH SPORTS SHOP ON THE SIXTH FLOOR *w^ <^ ch, 1932 STAGE (Curtains, 8:30 and 2:30 p. m.; matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless otherwise indicated.) <^ht~usical SMILIHG FACES — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Fred Stone and daughter Paula in another of those nice Fred Stone and daughter musical shows. Eve nings, $3.50; Saturday, $3.85. Mati nees, $3.00. Till March 26. THE LITTLE RACKETEER— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Cen tral 8240. Queenie Smith, al ways a great favorite here, in a first rate musical comedy. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. EVERYBODY'S WELCOME— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Adaptation of Up Pops the Devil with Frances Wil liams, Oscar Shaw, Ann Penning ton, Cecil Lean and Albertina Rasch girls. Evenings, $3.00; Sat urday, $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. Opening March 27. 'Drama COUNSELLOR- AT-LAW—Seluryn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Elmer Rice's detailed play about life in a law office with Otto Kru- ger and a fine cast. Evenings, $3.00. Saturday matinees, $2.50; Thursday, $2.00. EXPERIENCE UNNECESSARY — Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. A big business man hires a girl to accompany him on a month's holiday in Italy. From the German. Oh, boy, is it risque! Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. THE SANDY HOOKER— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Edna Hibbard in the role originated by Lenore Ulric and one of those plays for Lenore Ulric, or for that mat ter, Edna Hibbard. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harri son 2300. Ann Forrest heads the cast. And the whole thing may turn out to be a stock company and re vive other plays. Evenings, $2.50. Matinees, $2.00. ART GALLERIES ART IHSTITUTE — Michigan at Adams. Thirty-sixth annual exhibi tion by artists of Chicago and vicin ity. Through March 20. ACKERMAN'S — 408 S. Michigan. Original drawings, etchings and art ist's proofs by W. Russell Flint. ANDERSON'S — 536 S. Michigan. Exhibition of paintings by old and modern masters. Etchings, mezzo tints and fine prints. A. STARR BEST, INC. — Randolph and Wabash. Special exhibition of a collection of iron-stone china and silhouettes; antiques and works of art in the Collector's Corner. BROWN-ROBERTSON CO. — 302 Palmer House Shops. Exhibition of color woodcuts by Ernest W. Wat son and Morley Fletcher. GALLERY OF MODERN LIFE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. c 0 N T E N T S PA.7E 1 EASTER, by Burnham C. Curtis 2 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 GASTRONOMIC GUIDE 13 EDITORIAL COMMENT 15 CHICAGO AN A, conducted by Donald Plant 19 CHICAGO'S FIVE-FOOT SHELF, by Susan Wilbur 21 THE SOCIETY COLUMN, by Arthur Meeker, Jr. 22 ALBUM CHICAGOANS, by Jane Spear King 23 DIVIDED WE STAND, by Milton S. Mayer 25 FORLORN FLORIDA, by Durand Smith 27 PRINCESS ROSTISLAV, by Flelen Young 28 RADIO STUDIO, by Harry Armstrong 29 MONEY TALKS, by David Nowinson 30 TOWER OF BABEL (AMERICAN PLAN), by Ruth G. Bergman 31 URBAN PHENOMENA, by Virginia Skinkle 32 CHICAGO POETS 33 BAGGING THE CHICAGO POETS, by Mark Turbyfill 35 FEMININE FASHIONABLES AND THEIR CANINES, by Paul Stone-Raymor, Ltd. 38 FIFTH ANNIVERSARY FOTOMONTAGE 40 COLLEGIANS TURN TO THESPIS 42 NORTHWESTERN FOR HER PRETTY GIRLS 43 THE SEASON COMES APACE, by Lucia Lewis 45 WINTERSCAPE, by Marguerite B. Williams 47 THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden 48 OF THEE I SING, by Robert Pollak 49 WILLIAMSON AND MANUEL 50 FACT, FICTION AND GREEK TRAGEDY, by Susan Wilbur 51 SISTERS UNDER THE SIN, by William R. Weaver 53 VERVE IS THE WORD, by The Chicagoenne 54 FOR FORMAL DAYTIME OCCASIONS, by Frank Hesh 55 HAIR APPARENT, by Marcia Vaughn 56 BARKS AND GROWLS, by B. M. Cummings 58 CREATIVE CRITICISM, by Mark Turbyfill Chicagoan photographs by Henry C. Jordan THE CHICAGOAN — William R. Weaver, Editor: E. S. Clifford, Genera] Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, Martin Quigley, 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. 8. March, 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. lllllllllllllllllllUllllllllllllllHllllllltilllilllllllllllllll International exhibition of chil dren's art from Africa, India, Mex ico, Europe and the United States. INDIAN TRADING POST — Italian Court, 619 N. Michigan. Exhibi tion of "contemporary Mexico"; Mexican popular crafts. M. KHOEDLER &> CO. — 622 S. Michigan. Paintings by Dutch, French, English and American Schools. M. O'BRIEN ©> SON— 673 N. Michigan. Exhibition of etchings by Martin Lewis. IHCREASE ROBINSON — Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Exhibi tion of Chicago artists by Chicago artists. Till April 9. 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. Michigan. 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 Clay Kelly art students, also much of Mr. Kelly's own work. GERRIT VAH.DERHOOGT — 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 293 5. Ex hibition of contemporary etchings. YAMANAKA &• CO. — 846 N. Michigan. Chinese and Japanese art objects; oriental paintings of all kinds. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL — 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! MT. ARARAT— 226 E. Huron. Delaware 1000. Armenian cuisine; something different that ought to be tried. Host M. Jacques (who has exhibited at the Art Institute) has done the interior himself. VASSAR HOUSE — 540 N. Michi gan. Superior 6508. Off the beau tiful Diana Court and a very mod ern and colorful spot for luncheon, tea, dinner or even breakfast. L'AIGLOH — 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able cater ing, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. HYDE PARK CLUB— 53 rd at Lake Park. On the roof of the bank building. Excellent luncheon and dinners. Also, perfectly suited for dances, private parties and so on. CIRO'S — 18 W. Walton. Superior 6907. Catering to the epicure, whether it be at luncheon, tea or dinner. JACQUES — 180 E. Delaware. Dela ware 0904. French cuisine. Dinner from 5:30 to 9:30, $1.50. CHARM HOUSE — 800 Tower Court. A new establishment bringing to Chicago the same food that has been enjoyed and so well served in Charm House in Cleveland for four years. A BIT OF MOSCOW— 18 N. Clark. Dearborn 4123. Russian dishes and atmosphere. New in town. JULIET'S — 1008 Rush. Delaware 0040. Bounteous table and Mama Julien's broad smile. Better tele phone first. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheri dan Road. Lakeview 10554. Rus sian-European menu and a pleasant different sort of atmosphere. A BIT OF SWEDEN — 1011 Rush. Delaware 1492. European cooking and atmosphere. Famous for its smorgasbord. CASA DE ALEX — 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Spanish atmosphere, service and catering and a most unique place. KAU'S — 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Sound, hearty German dishes that appeal to those who would be well-fed. 4 The Chicagoan Pr resenting*-* DELMAN SHOES Mandels Shoe Salon is a-hum with news! Chicago's smartest women have caught rumors of it . . . plied us with questions . . . and its true! We've an imposing galaxy of those exquisite shoes which shows the timeless charm of skilled workmanship and painstaking care. Shoes whose maker has sought the very ends of the earth for inspiration and design . . . Delman! $12.50 to $18.50 Mandel's Delman Shoe Salon Fifth Floor MANDEL BROTHERS ' Jit WIVM : ...:. :¦ : 1 :;:M,:-i::.::'i ' :' :: .1. 3 M$ . a store of youth a store of fashion a store of moderate price March, 1932 5 NINE HUNDRED — 900 N. Michi gan. Delaware 1187. Excellent cuisine and new Winter Terrace is open for nightly dinner dancing. 40 E. OAK — 21st floor. Whitehall 6040. Roof dining, but very rea sonable in price, and there are magnificent views. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Di- versey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. GASTON'S LOULSIANE— 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. MAISON CHAPELL — 1142 S. Michigan. Webster 4240. Where those who are connoisseurs .of ex cellent French cuisine assemble for the pleasure of an evening. PICCOLO'S— 183 W. Madison. Dearborn 5531. Unique French and Italian restaurant where pop ular prices prevail. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. Famous for its old fashioned American cuisine and variety of menu. ALLEGRETTI'S— 228 S. Michigan, HE. Adams, Pittsfield Bldg. Three convenient eating places, especially for luncheon and tea. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7600. Patronized by very nice people;; who. expect and receive the fine catering: RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Astonishingly good victuals prepared and served in the customary German manner. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Djelaware 3688. Swedish menu and you'll leave well-fed and thor oughly contented. MME. GALLI'S — 18 E. Illinois. Djelaware 2681. Here p*ne finds stage and opera celebrities* and ex cellent Italian cuisine. • HURLER'S — 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. You're always near one or another no matter where you happen to be. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dear born 1800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be with out dinner music. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Few good restaurants in the neighbor hood, but there's Eitel's anyway. LE PETIT GOURMET— 61 5 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. Some thing of a show place always well attended by the better people. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE —632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. A fine selection of sea foods always wonderfully prepared. SHEPARD TEA' ROOM— 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. Good foods at reasonable prices; in the arcade of the Arcade Building. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. One of the Town's institutions and an admirable luncheon, tea or dinner choice. They'll check your dog, too. CHEZ LOUIS — 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and Amer ican catering and private dining rooms. M. Louis Steffen has his former staff with him. <i!ftCorning — Noon — Nigh t DRAKE HOTEL — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Carl Moore and his band are in the Lantern room. A la carte service. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Sat urday, $2.50. Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $1.50. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Bernie Kane 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 THE FIFTEENTH ESCUTCHEON OF THE SERIES BY SANDOR FOR ANOTHER OF THE TOWN'S LEADING CITIZENS Saturday. Dinners, $1.50 and. $2.00. No- cover charge. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Mich igan. Wabash; 4400; George Dev- ron and his band play in-:the main dining room. Dinner,< $lv50:,i:" 'No cover charge. -: ¦'¦ HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700.;r Joe Rudolph and his boys play" in the Blue Fountain Room. Dinner, $1.50; supper, $1.00. No cover charge. 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. Maufie • ¦ Sherman plays for tea dances: ¦•" EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 Block, Sheridan Road. Long- beach 6000. Charlie Agnew and his orchestra. Dinners, $1.75, $2.00 and $2.50; no cover charge. After dinner guests, $1.00. Sat urdays, cover charge, $1.00; after dinner guests, $2.00; dancing till 2:30 a. m. 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. Theodore is maitre. another Label Moderne with which sandor SUGGESTS SOMETHING NEW AND UP-TO-DATE GEORGIAN HOTEL— 422 Davis Street. Greenleaf 4100. Fine serv ice, and foods. Where Evanstott* ians and far-northsiders are apt to be found dining. HOTEL WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Famous throughout die years as a delightful place to dine. Two dining rooms; no dancing. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. PALMER HOUSE— State at Mon roe. Randolph 7500. In the Vic torian Room, Dinner, $1.50. lot the Chicago Room, $1.00. In die Empire Room, $2.00. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. One of the oustanding 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. BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The traditionally fine Blackstone food and service. Margraff directs the String Quintette. Otto Staach is maitre. PEARSON HOTEL — 190 E. Pear son. Superior 8200. Here you will find all the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak re finement. SENECA HOTEL — 200 E. Chest nut. Superidr 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. HOTEL BELMONT — 3156 Sher idan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A Paris trained chef who prepares delicious dinners which are prop erly served by alert, quiet waiters. 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. Conven ient for the southside diners-out, especially. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. Gifford is in charge. EAST END PARK— Hyde Park Blvd. at 53rd St. Fairfax 6100. A popular dining place on thf^south- side. Table d'hote dinner, **tt©0. T>usk Till Dawn VANITY FAIR— Broadway at Grace. Buckingham 3254. Floor show, four every evening, and Leo Wolf and his orchestra. No cover charge. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Dela ware 0808. Chinese and Southern menus, Frank Furlett and his or chestra and a floor show. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Harley Parham and his Harlem Knights play. No cover charge. A\ Quod- bach oversees. CAFE WINTER GARDEN — *1» Diversey Parkway. Diversey 6039. Gus Arnheim and his Coconut Grove orchestra play and the same old Dempster Road Dells spirit pre vails. CLUB AMBASSADEUR — 22"6 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. A clever floor show; Al Handler and his band. 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. THE RUBAIYAT— 657 St. Clair. Delaware 8862. Eddie South and his international orchestra, direct from a three-year-tour, are drawing the crowds to one of the Town's newest clubs. 6 The Ghicaoqah the sensational New PACKARD Light Eight Offering Packard Luxury at a Price Remarkably Low The Packard Light Eight — the new car that introduces truly luxurious transportation to additional thousands — is pictured here in its full grace and beauty of design. But you must see the car itself to appreciate its fineness —you must drive it to gain a complete conception of its many performance advantages. Here is a car that is Packard in design, Packard in quality and, therefore, Packard in name — a car of which Packard is again proud to say "Ask the Man Who Owns One." Yet, because Packard has taken advantage of present economic conditions, lowered prices on fine materials, advanced engineering and new manufacturing processes, it can be offered at a price remarkably low— $1750 at the factory for the big and powerful Five- Passenger Sedan. The Packard Light Eight is available in four distinctive and completely modern models — all on a chassis of 128 inches with 110 horsepower motor. It embodies Packard's latest engineering advances— Silent Synchro-mesh Trans mission, quiet in all three speeds, Finger Control Free wheeling, and the new Angleset Rear Axle. Shatter proof glass throughout, bumpers front and rear and six- ply tires — items charged for as extras on many cars — are included as standard equipment. Truly, thousands of motorists who for years have ad mired and wanted the beauty, luxury and distinction of Packard transportation can now enjoy it. C^X^X thje. yyum. -vutlo- oiamA- cmje- PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO 2357 South Michigan Avenue 1735 E. Railroad Ave., Evanston * 3156 Sheridan Road - 925 Linden Ave., Hubbard Woods March, 1932 7 £'*«.*, &>< ^ cV,eer *,»¦»; 1528 IS eutV Stre^ 'S^!*.* ******* m<*t deliciou,K? Cat wJ>ere the rh ¦ S? °f/ *° Pg? ««i Krfcff,^* are aPPeased — -,„j \ exacting emV, appeased- -^?as&s sen Charm ^ousie tWfijften an American Restaurant bag been pronounce!) excellent tip Curopean connoisseur* of cuisine, tbere must be a berp sooo reason for such pronouncement. Luncheons 11 A.M. to 2:30 P.M. Dinners 5:30 P.M. to 9 P.M. Inique Russian Restaurant MAISONETTE RUSSE Luncheon $.75 Dinner $1.50 Special attention given to bridge luncheons or dinner parties in private rooms Russian Folk Songs by Miss Mary Sava and Mr. Sankajevsky Piano Solo by Louis Laughlin ~ormerly Stars of the Petrush\a Club Diversey and Sheridan Lakeview 10554 D^ner ^TT^ f^u{ hsu b~°- inter er 3:30-9:00 <rf 0I- ^ Sunday D/nnc . M*25-$'30 s 7 dinner /_9 '»» RUSH STRECT MANN'S Kambo Grotto TOLL COURSE LUNCHEON 50, 32 Varieties of Sea Foods UNIQUE MARINE ROOM Sundays and Holidays 1 2 Noon to 9 P. M. 800 Cotoer Court (Cor. Michigan and Chicago) At Old Water Tower Phone— Superior 4781 P!CK up LAiglon°Wl of . °^st e^s. «'«»// s& r"*pS ¦* «ar» *»-<, „ a- «e°ye« "° "'"""•ir ? -»-/.. tf/> &AST Z Chi 0»T4Ht6^Z &A on ^4ZE a8o, 1909 Ian __ i _ Special »« smoIg^\t„Wioj;io9..3o <iOveV \\*a ^s The Chicagoah YOUR New Apartment HOME BEAUTIFUL Is Here 1263 Pratt Boulevard (Furni-hed and Unfurnished) 2-3-4 Rooms Rogers Park luxuriously Furnished . . . All the warmth, tasteful color and artistic- pi acement of furnishings and hang ings done liy ranking interior dec orators. I nfurnished . . . Delightful room arrangement. spacious carpeted liv ing rooms, large dinettes, ultra modern kitchens, ample closet -pace. Buckingham 0300. 3520 Sheridan Road 3-6 Rooms Belmont Harbor An address bespeaking quiet dig nity, culture and refinement . . . Kvery modern home convenience ottered . . . Every service faithfully performed . . . Overlooking Lin coln Park and the Lake. Phone: Bittersweet 3 722. 1000 Loyola Avenue 1-2-3 Rooms Rogers Park Nine stories of lovely lake view apartments . . . located right on the water's edge . . . with private beach. All apartments carpeted . . . light, gas, refrigeration and window washing included in rent als . . . extra pivot beds, showers. One block to "L". Phone: Shel drake 6240. 1337 Fargo A (Unfurnished) 3-4-5 Rooms Rogers Park Like an Etching . . . For refined people desiring the utmost in home-making possibilities and near ness to the Lake . . . All conven iences, including switchboard and elevator service. Phone: Briargate 6000. 20 East Cedar Street 2371 East 70th Street (Furnished an,l Unfurnished) 1 -4 Rooms South Shore Finely Furnished . . . Pleasing room arrangement, completely fur nished large rooms, ample closets, refrigeration, gas and light in cluded. 6-8 Rooms I n furnished . . . Decid edly attractive in appointments and rental . . . Incomparable, sweeping view of the Lake. Phone: Plaza 3500. 73 EastfElm Street 4-5 Rooms Gold Coast Refinement . . . Exclusive, unfur nished apartment homes . . . Charming appointments . . . Spa cious rooms, canvas walls, cedar- lined closets. Elevator service . . . Half block to Lake ... 10 minutes to Loop. Phone: Delaware 0336. 4-8-11-14 Rooms Gold Coast Distinctive Home Atmosphere . . . 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Telephone State 3371 Always Particular With Your Flower Orders LOOP ^ FLOWER SHOP Cor. Washington and Wabash Randolph 2788 DAFFY- with Spring! They tilt at fearful angles. They are mere whispers of hats, these creations of 1932. Exposed I All day Ions the coiffure is in the limelight. Curls or slick straight fine must fall at just the right angle. Does it sound hard? Not to a Condos patron I Our clients find the most diffi cult tilt just another thing to cheer about. They LIKE to show their hair. Their pretty fingers ENJOY showing up at the bridge table. Their glowing complex ions face spring triumphant. Two convenient salons now make Condos service readily accessible. Build beauty here and build it well. CONDOS 55 E. WASHINGTON Suite 431 FRANKLIN 9801 1215 E. 63rd STREET FAIRFAX 88S2 Elegance Without Extravagance ! -, Genuine Smartness — Individuality at *• Modest Cost. Your Hat Should Reflect ?*" / J^c, Your Personality. v- -^v 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 VJor\ of the highest quality for discriminating people. Reasonable prices. Benjamin S. Kanne Studio Room 1822, Pittsfield Bldg. March, 193 2 11 12 The Chicagoan CHICAGOAN WE thought we'd write an anniversary editorial. Then we thought we wouldn't. Finally we decided to get together the surviving members of the original cast and stage a round'table discussion of the matter. Not that the matter was vital enough to warrant it, but because we've always wanted to have a round-table discussion of something or other, and after wanting to do something like that for five years or so anyone is likely to seize upon the first available pretext for doing it. Anyway, we did. Well, there we were, then, the four of us, and there was the round-table, which is oblong and a little worn with the passage of countless manuscripts across its uncomplaining sur face, and there were the neatly bound volumes of The Chi cagoan for the years of 1927-28, 1928-29, 1929-30 and 1930-31, and there were the as yet unbound copies that will be bound eventually as the deathless record of our 1931-32 performance. And there was the bald, bold fact that we had come together to discuss, the fact that we'd been companions in art, if it is art, through thick and thin, uphill and downdale, for five long years. And there seemed to be the rub, a rub being, as we understand it, a kind of self -starting device with out which no self-respecting conference is complete. The years didn't seem five and they didn't seem long. Here was some thing to confer about. Miss Wilbur called our attention to the condition. She said it seemed only yesterday that we got our first issue together and breathed a swift prayer over the neglected graves of how many Chicago magazines previously launched no less hopefully. Mr. Pollak said he didn't know exactly how many, but that our natal day seemed to him at least as remote as last week. Mr. Plant remarked that Mr. Pollak's perspective was cracking up under stress of continued exposure to a deflated LaSalle Street and inflated sopranos, sagely adding that a joy forever is a thing of beauty and what price calendars. MR. PLANT'S comment didn't advance the cause of the conference very much, so we supplied a bit of data. It had been, we announced, just five years, whether they seemed like minutes, as when the breaks are right, or like centuries, as when they aren't. And, we went on, the graves over which we had breathed that prayer were a hundred odd, to which approximately half as many more had been added in our time. And what we wanted to know, we wanted to know, was whether we ought to write an editorial about our anniversary or let well enough alone. Mr. Pollak said it was generally a good policy to let sleeping dogs lie, to which Mr. Plant mum bled something about letting lying dogs sleep, and we ruled that both remarks be stricken from the record. At about that time Miss Wilbur, who had been tussling with one of the bound volumes while this revelry went on, discov ered that the first issue of the magazine had contained the orig inal version of that joke about the man from Paducah who said he could have finished the Art Institute in twenty minutes flat if he'd brought along his track shoes. We said we had considered it pretty bad, even when it was new, and then Mr. Plant made a quick list of the magazines that have printed it since and that verified our respective ill-concealed suspicions that we know good humor when we see it. Mr. Pollak recalled Burton Browne's original treatment of the Smith Brothers-Old Gold gag, which had found even more flattering adoption, and we came to the end of that vein with the stark realization that Clayton Rawson's screaming portrayal of the Big Business Man with his wall chart of diminishing sales has become, in the far flung pages of the fifteen-cent magazines, a major embarrass ment to the administration. We all got pretty morose about that. 'T^HE trouble was, as Miss Wilbur said she saw it, that anni- J- versary editorials were oldfashioned. We declared that we knew this, but that editorial pages were, too, and Mr. Pollak wondered why we didn't abolish the latter forthwith and thus remove, quite incidentally and painlessly, any and all doubt about the former. Lacking a really good answer, we reminded him that such a move would do away with the only reason we'd ever been able to find for having a conference and if he wasn't having a good time he could go back to his office and have a good cry over his stock-ticker. This made Mr. Plant want to know how Steel had opened and Miss Wilbur re marked that she thought Al Smith had a good chance to win if he'd consent to run, and then the 'phone rang and a Mr. Wallace was at the drawbridge with a fine lot of fine draw ings he'd like to submit for publication in our fine publication. This gave us our long anticipated opportunity to announce-that we were in conference, truthfully, and everybody felt better. Mr. Plant offered the suggestion that a magazine fiv^ years old is a little young to begin editorializing its anniversaries. We said that five years isn't so young for a magazine in a town that is only a hundred years old by authority of its most gener ous historians. Miss Wilbur inquired what we had accom plished, by way of benefiting or improving our community, that was worthy of the type it takes to talk about it. We had quite a lot of answers for that but remembered in time that our function is less to benefit and improve the community than to translate and reflect it, wielding here and there ever so slight an influence on the civilized interests. Naturally, no one present denied that this had been done. EVERYBODY was getting a little tired of the conference by this time, so we got to talking about other things, most of which were things we'd do for the present number and many of which, as a matter of fact, we did. Mr. Pollak, for instance, informed us that the concert season was in a bad way on ac count of an economic disaster to its principal source of bookings, and would we say something about that. Miss Wilbur reported substantial progress with compilation of her Five Foot Shelf and announced an appointment relative thereto which probably had been left waiting about long enough. Mr. Plant told the story about the University of Chicago professor who investi gated the young folks' week-end party and that seemed a good point at which to halt proceedings. A couple of hours later we decided not to write an anni versary editorial after all. We'd been looking over the bound volumes and had come to the point, in 1928, where artists' jokes about artists had been banned on the ground that no one but artists find them funny. And we had come, in 1930, to the end of writers' articles about writers, which no one but writers find readable. The rest was easy. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE • CHICAGO North Michigan at Chestnut SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE— Original Shoe Fashions Introducing — ' MARCELLE A New Fabric that Carries the Chic of Suede into the Spring Season It has the same dull, mossy surface . . . but its hard-grained texture is cool and light in weight . . . and very hardy . . . Saks-Fifth Avenue introduces Marcelle in this new shoe and bag ensemble, with stitched patent leather as its trimming . . .In brown, black or blue. The Shoe 12.50 The Bag 8.50 14 Foo t we a r . . . S e c o n d Floor The Chicagoan Chicagoana An Eye and an Ear to the Din and the Whim of the Town Conducted by Donald Plant BY this time you've probably seen a copy I of the clever but unfortunately fictional four page newspaper, the Herald (of good) Times, that announced in an eight column streamer (96 point Cheltenham Bold Extra Condensed, in case you like the type and want to know what it is) that "HOOVER DEMANDS PROHIBITION REPEAL." On the front page, too, were stories with heads such as "Nation's Leaders Hail Hoover Move as Turning Point" and "National Referendum Imperative in Crisis, Congress Is Warned." And there were a couple of neat little stories, boxed, headed "Depression Has Ended, Gov. Pinchot Weeps" and "Fess Resigns on Eve of Hoover's Message." The whole thing was very well done, but it was "all imaginary — more's the pity." And by this time, too, you've probably caught up on your reading about the forma tion and operation of the Republican Citizens' Committee Against National Prohibition. This committee, organized by men who have, in the past, cut their purse strings and con tributed handsomely to the party campaign funds, is behind the movement which, they hope, will cut the apron strings that bind the Republican party to the Anti-Saloon League. It's a grand revolt by the sane men of the party against the bigotry, fanaticism and hypocrisy, and all those two-cent morning newspaper words, of the Anti- Saloon League. And also by this time you're probably won dering just why the hell we seem so excited about it all. Well, Col. Ira L. Reeves, man ager of the West-Central Division of the Crusaders (the national organization working for the repeal of the dry laws in favor of temperance), blames The Chicagoan for the whole thing, which gives us a strange sense of power. And Colonel Reeves is de lighted, and if you get right down to it, the sane wing of the Republican party is tickled to death, too. In our August issue Colonel Reeves wrote an article entitled The Cure for Prohibition — a forthright discussion of the National Embarrassment. He sent copies of the issue to leaders of the Crusaders in vari ous parts of the country and the formation of the Republican Citizens' Committee Against National Prohibition is what happened. So there! The Gazette Folds rTPHE passing of the Police Gazette, the ¦*• barber shop bible, makes us a little sad. We never did know the paper very well; nevertheless, we hate to see it go. Of course, it was a part of the old time barber shop which isn't any more either, so it's probably just as well that the Gazette has buttoned up. There's nothing that can ever quite take its place, but then, without a place to be taken, it doesn't matter. There are Ballyhoo and its several imitators though. And by the way, there's a new magazine of that class now on the stands. It's called Bun\ and really isn't as bad as most of them, but it isn't very funny either. Sartorial Note TT all began on a recent morning ¦when Sergeant Stark of our local police force dressed himself for work, carefully, as is his •wont. As he left the house two nice-looking young women smiled at him. He returned the smiles and reflected, with pardonable pride, that there was plenty of snap in the old boy yet. On the street car the Sergeant could see he was making other conquests. The gals — all sizes and ages — continued to find him attractive. They continued to smile. Mod estly he told himself it was his uniform, but deep down, however, he felt it was the man who wore the uniform. He was glad he had shaved that morning. Arriving at his station, Sergeant Stark dis covered that no man is a Don Juan to his brother, officers. Amid abundant offerings of razzberries, the Sergeant learned why the girls had smiled at him. He was wearing a- neat, new black derby and that hasn't been a part of a policeman's uniform for many years. Anyway it never was black — it was brown. <^/fmong the Lost SOME months ago an actor inadvertently left his pet pole-cat in a Yellow cab, to the consternation of the driver and young Mr. Widell at the company's Lost and Found Bureau. They didn't know it was disarmed. It takes something to consternate Mr. Widell, too. No less than five lovely but un- mated evening slippers reposed upon his shelves when we called recently. Also derbies, earmuffs, flasks, wedding rings, food, and a wide choice of books — to mention samples. Two thousand dollars in cash was brought in one day not long ago: a theatre messenger forgot it enroute to the bank. Things come to Mr. Widell's office in defi- l0H, I KNOW YOU'D TRY BUT YOU'D NEVER TAKE THE PLACE OF BABSY BOY!' March, 1932 15 nite seasons: laprobes and megaphones with football, parcels with Christmas, binoculars and gloves with opera, umbrellas 'with rain, flasks with Saturday night. Certain abandoned ob jects, of course, don't find their way to the Bureau, among them magazines, and extra- perishable goods. One warm February night a lady left a quart of ice-cream in a cab. Two days later she inquired for it. When an article waits unclaimed more than thirty days, it is turned over to the retrieving chauffeur, who may thus gain a zither, volume of Schopenhauer, or a jar of chop suey. Ninety per cent of the forgotten articles are recovered, Mr. Widell assured us. This totals some $25,000 in cash yearly and ten times that amount in jewelry and merchandise. His ad vice to fares who would avoid losses is, "Look before you leave!" And take your receipt. We were a little discouraged to learn, after all this, that Mr. Widell occasionally mislays his pipe around home. But then, it usually happens when his mind is absorbed in affairs of the Lost and Found Bureau. Rugs "\X7E have just learned that some of the " money with which the U. S. S. R. is buying all that American-made machinery and paying the salaries of those six thousand recently imported American engineers is com ing from the sale of thousands of confiscated antique oriental rugs. These rugs, appropri ated at the time of the revolution and accepted as duty on imports from Asiatic countries, are being sold here in town at prices which, when freight charges and such expensive items are considered, bring all too little cash-in-hand to the Soviet government. It's too bad, because they really know what to do with machinery and engineers over there. Mr. Mark Keshishian, an Armenian rug importer from New York, is here at Grant's Art Galleries with about three thousand pieces most of which were purchased at ridic ulously low prices from the Soviet govern ment at internationally advertised auctions in Moscow. One of the more interesting items is an antique Ispajan family prayer rug which was stolen from a mosque in India, taken to Con stantinople and eventually wound up in a Soviet warehouse. It is the only seven-panel prayer rug known and was evidently ordered made by a Persian with a wife and five chil dren who wanted to keep his happy little family together even in prayer. There is a lifetime of hard, conscientious work represented in a silk Persian rug made by Bedouins. This rug measures ten by thir teen feet and contains 11,000,000 (count 'em) knots. The fastest worker can make about 2,500 knots a day, so figure it out for your self. It was made in the 1820's when labor cost didn't amount to very much anyway. zJWtss Evelyn, Serving AND Miss Evelyn she is to you, too. The "^*- term "waitress" is not tolerated in the Harding Restaurants. And, with her appear ance, you understand why. The attractive, efficient Miss Evelyn is typical of Harding's personnel. If you can force your interest to / 'NOW SHOW THE GENERAL your MEDALS, WILBUR!" Higher Things than the corned beef that you inevitably order here, ask Miss Evelyn about her private life and you'll discover that it 'was a young woman with a Career who brought you your sandwich. After she was grad uated with a Bachelor of Music degree from Oklahoma State, where her voice graced the Glee Club and Choir, Miss E. came to Chi cago to continue her studies. With Karleton Hackett's scholarship in one hand and a Hard' ing tray in the other, "she gets along nicely.** And she had an especially thrilling week, when Mr. Harding very graciously gave her a leave, and she won a place in the chorus supporting Dennis King at the Chicago Theatre. Drop around to the Colonial Room for din ner some night. No sooner will your glass be filled, than John the bus boy will unex pectedly throw away his pitcher and get a horn and become an important member of the entertainment committee. The baritone voice which John pours through the mega phone is being trained by one of the city's foremost teachers who is convinced that he has discovered "the voice of the future." Inci dentally it is interesting to know that John is a graduate of the University of Chicago School of Commerce. Should you sit at Miss Ruth's table, you will have the unique experience of being served by a young lady who plays the xylophone, piano and saxophone, who dances and who sings well enough to have remained a mem ber of the A Capella choir in her college. (Three sour notes mean automatic expulsion.) And, she once toured twenty-two states with a Marimba band, the only one in America at the time. We thought it was interesting to know that the supervisor of all the girls is herself but a "mere slip of a girl of twenty-two," who came to Harding's with no business experience and has been there three years. No business ex perience indeed, for she had been a violin teacher. She likes her job too well to return to her career. It is not only in the musical element that the Harding Restaurants excel. There are artists who are doing a great deal of the work necessary to Harding advertising, and there have been artists there now doing an impor tant part of the city's work. "Every day I walk down the street," says Mr. Harding speaking with pardonable pride, "I see some professional man or woman, now well-known, who once was a member of our organization." Turn on the Cold \X7E took in another convention and ex- * hibit a few weeks ago. (Don't you do anything but take in conventions and exhibits? You!) It was the National Electric Light Association convention at the Edgewater Beach Hotel. And there were a lot of refrig erator men named Mr. Irwin around and a lot of refrigerators. But there was one product on exhibit that interested us tremendously, especially when we looked out on the lake and started thinking about summer time. That was Frigidaire's new air conditioner. It's quite a thing. The three models vary in shape and size, depending on where they are to be used, and they're all neat, attractive cabinets in mahog any and walnut that wouldn't look out of place in any room in the home, hotel, office. 16 The Chicagoan yacht, shop, school, studio or elsewhere. There are three simple operations to the machine : The warm air in the room is drawn in and passed over the chilled surfaces of the cooling coils, thus lowering the temperature. Through the process of condensation the hu midity of the air is reduced, eliminating ex cessive moisture. Then the air is circulated gently, evenly, without draft, through the room by a fan. It's all silent, too. You just flick a switch and the atmosphere in the room begins to grow cool. We wish the manager of our building was our uncle. Wrong Number rT,HE other day an advertising solicitor told us he had dialed a number and a special operator had answered. She asked what number he was calling. He told her. She replied that it was the wrong number, which didn't help him out very much. Nuts "V7"OU probably never knew till now that you could buy pedigreed nuts and nut trees, did you? The Nut Department of The Living Tree Guild told us all about them. They're black walnuts. Everybody, almost, likes black walnuts, but they've always been far too hard to crack. The shells have been too thick. You had to have a heavy hammer and a flat-iron to do the job properly and then, at best, it was pretty botchy and you were always biting on pieces of shell. But now a new, grafted pedigree black walnut tree is offered by the Guild. The Guild Pedigree method produces nuts of the same rare, rich flavor that is peculiar to the black walnut, but the kernels are larger and juicier and the shells are a lot thinner. The kernels tumble out in a fairly whole condition and you never have to spend minutes with a nut-pick working away in deep recesses as you have to with the old-fashioned black walnut. The Guild Pedigree trees are nice for shade, too. 'Personal- Record Studio A SYMPATHETIC old lady brought her ¦**• canary to the sound studios in the Lyon 6? Healy building the other day. She wanted a phonograph record of his trilling, she said, to play for the little fellow when he seemed lonely for his kind. Different reasons bring people like Paul Whiteman, Ben Bernie and Beatrice Lillie for these inexpensive private discs. Singers use them so they can analyze their renditions be fore public performance. Mothers keep "talk ing albums" of their children's voices, year to year. When a radio star wants to know how his efforts have sounded to the listener-in, he noti fies the recording people beforehand; the pro gram is tuned-in at the latter's laboratory, and transmitted into a recording apparatus. The company will even send portable equip ment to perpetuate the speeches of a banquet or the voices in a family reunion, if you care for that. All these personal records are made by elec trical transcription (via microphone), as are those one buys at a music store, but in a direct method which eliminates the expensive die nec essary for mass production only. 1>ot long ago a sad-eyed youth came into the studio to record a message "I'M LEAVING TOMORROW ALL OF THE DEAR LADY DUNCASTLE's AFFAIRS ARE LIKE THIS." for his sweetheart in Germany. Before the microphone he unfolded an impassioned, heart broken, plea to the girl, who, it appeared, had decided to wed a rival. An outburst of tears, duly recorded ended the two-minute disc. Last fall, in an eastern sound studio, a girl made a short speech, ordering the record mailed to a city address. Next day the rec ord informed its recipient of her intended, and meanwhile accomplished, suicide. Monitors at the Chicago studios are more attentive, they claim, to the material heard, and would have forestalled the young woman. They must be attentive, also, to prevent the recording of obscene songs or jests, sometimes contrived for private entertainment. Records are occasionally made for burglar alarms. One device, set-off by the breaking of windows or opening of certain doors, lifts the receiver of a concealed 'phone into which a special record repeats, "Send the police to such-and-such an address, at once!" over and over. And the operator would probably send the police to such-and-such an address at once. Qames /~* AMES of chance are always being in- ^-* vented or being revived for cold winter, or wet spring, evenings. And now Keno has popped up again. You can play it at the Seneca Hotel. Keno was first known as American Lotto. (You remember Lotto.) The players are given cards bearing four rows of five num bers each. The numbers correspond to those called from the goose. The banker calls the numbers and the player who covers a row of five numbers first wins the stakes. It's an other of those popular revivals. There's another game, called Horses. Maybe you've heard about it. It's played while you're motoring through the country — hills and dales and farms and rivers and such things. People on the left side of the car count the horses they see on their side. Those on the right do the same. It can go on for miles and miles. A horse spotted counts one (a spotted horse counts only one, too). A white horse counts ten. A cemetery, on your side of the road, de ducts twenty from your score. But if you see a white horse in a cemetery you add fifty to your score, with no minus count for the grave yard. At the end of the trip losers pay win ners whatever amount per point has been de cided upon. ^Ambition A MOTHER found her six-year-old son ¦^*- hard at work on the piano with a bit and brace. He had bored five fairly deep holes in one leg and was throwing his heart and soul and weight into the making of another hole. "What are you doing, Herbie?" his mother skrieked. "Making a piccolo," said Herbie calmly. March, 1932 17 Big Business Girl, by One of Them. One Girl Found, by Robert Andrews. Cyrus Hall McCormick, by "William T. Hutchinson. Chicago and Its Makers, compiled by Felix Mendelsohn. Chicago, Pictorial. FIVE FEET OF GOOD READING My Thirty Years' War, by Margaret Anderson. The Gold Coast and the Slum, by Harvey Zorbaugh. Murder in the Fog, by Paul Thome. Chicago in 7 Days, by ]ohn Drury. Diversey, by MacKinlay Kantor. Mary McDowell: Neighbor, by Howard Wilson. 1001 Afternoons in Chicago, by Ben Hecht. The Second Twenty Years at Hull House, by Jane Addams. Chicago: The History of Its Reputation, by Henry Justin Smith and Lloyd Lewis. Chicago: A Portrait, by Henry Justin Smith. Pioneering on Social Frontiers, by Graham Taylor. hake Front, by Ruth Russell. The Story of My Life, by Clarence Darrow. My Chicago, by Anna Morgan. Saturday Afternoon, by Marion Strobel. Dining in Chicago, by John Drury. Three Girls Lost, by Robert D. Andrews. Sister Carrie, by Theodore Dreiser. The Good Red Bricks, by Mary Synon. The Genius, by Theodore Dreiser. Not on the Screen, by Henry B. Fuller. Twenty Years at Hull House, by Jane Addams. My First Husband, by His First Wife. The Negro Family in Chicago by E. Fran\lin Frazier. Years of Grace, by Margaret Ayer Barnes. Carter Henry Harrison, by Claudius O. Johnson. Silver Dollar, by David Karsner. The One Way Ride, by Walter T^oble Burns. The Song of the Lark, by Willa Cather. New Lyrics, by Agnes Lee. I Jerry Take Thee Joan, by Cleo Lucas. The Opening of a Door, by George Davis. Love Without Money, by Floyd Dell. So Big, by Edna Ferber. An Abandoned Woman, by Howard Vincent O'Brien- The Ghetto, by Louis Wirth- Part Time Girl, Anonymous- FIVE FEET FROM THE SHELVES OF A COLLECTOR OF EARLY CHICAGO IMPRINTS Chicago's Five Foot Shelf Spring Cleaning Comes to the Library By Susan Wilbur 1ET us frankly admit, at the outset, that it is never safe to start clearing out books. --" Either, like the editor, you start read ing them, or else you begin thinking of others that you ought to have. And what is a five foot shelf, anyway? This is the question that everyone has been asking me. Everyone at least who has con tributed to the present article.. So much so that it begins to look as though Dr. Eliot's masterwork had, like a certain brand of cough drops, degenerated for metro politan areas, into a label accompanied by a special type of whiskers. Its publishers may soon be compelled to distribute free samples of a Saturday along Wabash Avenue. However, since neither of us has ever opened so much as the front cover of Dr. Eliot's shelf, you and I are at least free to make our own definition. A five foot shelf is then, in the first place, a balanced ration of reading, and in the sec ond it is never exactly five feet. That is, un less you compress it. Thirdly, the books ought to be not only good reading, but easy to get. For a five foot shelf is, above all, supposed to be what in the days of four years' college en trance Latin they would have called a facilis descensus Avernus. In other words, the descent to any subject should be facile. Once you get down there, it doesn't matter so much. Then why a five foot shelf of Chicago? This is a question that nobody did ask me, but which, obviously, someone might have asked. Might have, that is, if the World's Fair weren't so near. The answer would then have come from La Roche foucauld, who once remarked that no man would ever fall in love if he hadn't read about it. From this, it follows, though, being some what out of practice, I shall not attempt to fill in the syllogism, that you do not really live in Chicago until you have devoured at least five feet of books about it. Unless you settled here in time to have a few chats with Mrs. Kinzie, and have made a point of keeping up with everything that has happened since. And of course if you are going to live in a city at all it doesn't cost any more to really live in it. I can think of circumstances under which it might even cost less. As to the shelf itself. It is not a shelf of Chicago authors. Though it might have been. There are, to put it at a very low figure in deed, over seventy-five reputable, book-pro ducing, read and bought Chicago authors liv ing to-day. At one book each, that would make, by dead reckoning, not five feet, but nearer six. Unfortunately, however, not all of them write about Chicago. Arthur Meeker and David Hamilton are as bad in this respect as Henry James might have been if he had been a Chicago author. And the seventy-five would also have to include such names as James Henry Breasted, who, since his first trip to Egypt, back in the nineties, has never Note: Miss Wilbur's selection of Chicago books worthy of permanent place in your home is in response to our editorial cry for help in reclaiming a reasonable portion of our library from the unstemmed avalanche of Chicagoana, which had overrun its banks, inundating vast areas of adjacent territory, and was snarling hungrily at the none too firm foundations of Brittannica. She has whittled out a five foot shelf that appears secure, shipshape and seaworthy in every particular. seemed to be much inspired by home subjects, Van Meter Ames, whose Introduction to Beauty, doesn't so much as include the word Chicago in its general index, and our cook book writers, of whom Jean Mowat and Dor othy Fitzgerald still live to carry on, for an age of slimmer purses, the magnificent tradi tion of the late Mrs. William Vaughn Moody. Not to mention such confirmed seekers of the thrills to be found among ice, jungles, and people with strange ways and strange lan guages, as Mrs. John Borden, Mary Hastiups Bradley, Mabel Cook Cole, William McGov ern, Eunice Tietjens, Bob Eskridge and Clara E. Laughlin. Or anybody like Baker Brownell, who, as a geographical and personal knower- of-Chicago, ranks with John Drury, and yet writes only of the N.eu> Universe and, when that gives out as a subject, takes a year's leave of absence in Guatemala. Or like Vincent Starrett or such biographers as Dorothy Dow, who took Edgar Allan Poe for her subject, or Harry Beardsley, whose Joseph Smith has no Chicago angle at all, owing to the fact that these Mormon brethren selected Nauvoo, Illinois, instead of us for their capital. Or Ernest Hemingway, who deliberately neglected to write that saga of Oak Park which Margaret Ayer Barnes says he ought to have written. Or Robert Morss Lovett, who hasn't written a Chicago book since A Winged Victory. But would there be anything like five feet of current books about Chicago? 1 his is the question your editor and I asked ourselves. And since we asked it not before embarking upon the ad venture, but when the adventure was well along, it required some quick calculating. Be tween us, however, we were able, quite free- wheelingly, to' think of thirty titles in five minutes, and therefore felt sure that if we thought a little longer, and asked a few peo ple, there would quite probably turn out to be another thirty. For the sake of completeness we asked the publishers to send us lists of their in-print Chicago titles. The titles, we explained, might represent history, description, fiction, poetry, biography, criticism, anything so long as it was a real contribution to the picture of Chicago — and made good reading. One correspondent, and only one, found a stumbling block in that last clause. Without it, she said, there would have been a dozen titles on her list. As it was, she only felt con scientiously free to mention five. Before we knew it, what with the spring books, the fall books, somewhat older books which had not as yet gone out of print, and still older ones which had reappeared in re print editions, we had climbed not to sixty, but well beyond the one hundred and fifty mark. In other words, if this was to be a five foot and not a fifteen foot shelf we should have to do some choosing. And at this point, while talking things over with Mrs. Marcella Burns Hahner, of the Marshall Field Book Section, who had kindly consented to let her assistants lend a hand in the assembling of the five foot shelf and to have it photographed in her precincts, it sud denly occurred to us to wonder how it would be if, instead of choosing, we should let a little element of chance enter in. As any book fan knows — whether his favorite general bookstore be Field's, Kroch's, Car son's, or the Walden — with five or six thou sand books coming out every season, no book seller can longer aspire to keep every book in stock every day. If you go into any given bookstore with a list of say twelve books, some of them will be handed you at once, others have been reordered and can be sent out to you in a day or two, still others can be got specially, and for one you may have to wait while the publisher prints some more — this last happened for instance, in the early days of the unexpected popularity of San Michele. The point being that not every book is on every bookseller's tables at any given time. The above picture, therefore, of such titles from among those eligible as happened to be in the Marshall Field book section on one par ticular day. Placed side by side the books measured approximately five feet four inches. On some other day, cer tain other books might have been there in addition to, or in place of, some of these books. Llewellyn Jones' First Impressions, with its essays on what, in pre-Hemingway days, were our big three— Masters, Sandburg, and Sher wood Anderson — is usually there, as is Harry Hansen's Midwest Portraits, which squeezes in quite a few lesser lights as well. Marion Strobel's first novel, Saturday Afternoon, was there, but not her second one. A Woman of Fashion, nor Dorothy Aldis's Murder in a Hay Stac\. Emma Goldman's Living My Life would have gone well alongside My Thirty Years War and My First Husband, as giving one more chronicle of a particular moment in our development as a literary center. A day or two later, and Holy Prayers in a Horse's Ear might have taken its place there. Neither the title nor the author's name, Kath leen Tanagawa, suggests our town, and yet here are Chicago memories of what you might call an exceptional sort. A month or two earlier, a copy of Fanny Butcher's Christmas in Chicago might have fluttered there. Other biographies might have lined them selves up beside the Cyrus Hall McCormic\, March, 193 2 19 among them The Century of the Reaper, by Mr. McCormick himself, Dowie Anointed of the Lord, by Arthur Newcomb, Hizzoner Bill Thompson, by John Bright, and Clarence Dar' row, by Charles Yale Harrison, which is not necessarily replaced by the autobiography. Early Chicagoland by H. B. Mitchell might be there, Kay Wood's Chicago, and Elizabeth de Koven Bowen's Growing Up with a City. Diversey is only the first title in what at one time threatened to become almost a five foot shelf in itself. That is, if you include along with such fictional treatment of our re cent gang situation as Wild Onion, by Loren Carroll, Little Caesar, and Love in Chi' cago, such attempts to get at the real facts as were recorded in The One Way Ride, Chicago Surrenders, Rattling the Cup, and in the various monographs on Al Capone. And it would be possible to have a five foot shelf of Chicago mysteries alone. In several of Henry Kitchell Webster's mystery stories, Chicago geography is a main character. Harry Stephen Keeler produces a new local mystery about every six months. There are also Robert Casey's The Mystery of 37 Hardy Street, Mary Plum's The Killing of Judge MacFar' lane, and two or three Paul Thornes. Other books in which Northwestern, Gold Coast and underworld, the Wilson Avenue district, are as definitely part of the cast of characters as Chinatown and the Stock Ex change are in the Paul Thome's, are the novels of Edwin Balmer. There are fairly recent books upon musical and artistic subjects, too, Edward Moore's Forty Years of Opera in Chicago, and J. 2. Jacobson's illustrated discussion of the paint ings of Emil Armin, entitled Four Saints. There are other Edna Ferber's too, notably, The Girls, other Dreisers, other Ben Hechts, there's a Wallace Smith, and there are two extremely Chicago titles by Meyer Levin. Of Robert Herrick's many Chicago books, Chimes might be there, and Together, in a reprint edi tion. The Smiths, by Janet Fairbank has, how ever, dropped out of print, without as yet coming back in a cheaper form. But having decided to leave the final choice of our five foot shelf to chance, let us cease these might have beens. ^^hich of these books will actually be the slippery step that effec tively plunges you into Avernus, namely the limbo of those who collect, will depend of course on your personal taste. It might be Willa Cather's Song of the Lar\. This very nice new reprint of her story about the days of Theodore Thomas might set you hunting a first edition. Or you might decide to try for a Dreiser Sister Carrie, in which case — see Dreiser bibliography — the most you might hope for would be to see a mirage of a copy in the middle of some desert some day. My own slippery step is, I think, the Henry B. Fuller. I can never even look at the jacket of J<[ot on the Screen without wishing that I had money enough to ask some bookseller to hunt me a first edition of The Cliff Dwellers. So far I have only read it in a public library copy which, in the course of years, has gradu ally got bound so small that you can hardly hold it. And it is a perfectly marvelous piece of realism. Into a skyscraper of the nineties, eighteen stories from the beer hall in the base ment to the barber shop under the roof, Mr. Fuller gathered practically all Chicago, from the hard boiled private banker to the dealer in South Side property that could only be shown after a long spell of very dry weather. Their wives would come dashing down at break-neck speed on the cable-car, or "grip," to see them. Somebody ought to celebrate the fortieth birthday of this book next year by reprinting it. And from the Fuller I should probably de scend to other local color things. I should try to get a copy of Clare Louise Burnham's Stoeet Clover, with its full length of the World's Columbian Exposition, from its beginnings to the burning of the Peristyle. And two books out of the Eighties: The Gambler, by Franc Wilkie, and Culture's Garland, by Eugene Field. I should then take leave of my senses by hunting a first of E. P. Roe's highly evan gelical book about the Chicago Fire entitled Barriers Burned Away. The next question would be whether I should dare aspire to a copy of Mrs. Kinzie's Waubun. Which brings us at last to the sec ond five-foot shelf herewith pictured. 1 his shelf consists almost entirely of books from the private collection of Mr. J. Christian Bay of the John Crerar Library. A few are from the stock of Mr. Walter M. Hill, and a few from that of Mr. Alexander Greene. Neither of whom special izes in Chicagoana or even in Americana. If we had appealed to Mr. Wright Howes or Mr. Chandler, we might have been up against an other fifteen foot proposition. Probably not, however. For this is one fact which, as a prospective collector, you will be compelled to face. Chicago items, even those worth up into four figures, or maybe one ought to say that kind in particular do not stay on dealers' shelves long. As a collector of Chicago books, Mr. Bay specializes upon early Chicago imprints. Gen erally speaking, he wishes them to be beautiful as well as old, and, to make an inference from this one selection, I should say that he wasn't interested in anything except perfect copies. Ten years ago he wrote a monograph entitled Rare and Beautiful Imprints of Chicago, which is now itself a collector's item. Most of the presses mentioned in that monograph are ex emplified in this shelf. It will be seen that Mr. Bay possesses two copies of Mrs. John H. Kinzie's Wawbun; one has the more than scarce D. B. Cook, Chicago, title page. Wawbun describes Mrs. Kinzie's trip from Northern Wisconsin by way of Portage to Chicago. This journey took place in the beginning of the century, and Mrs. Kinzie, who was married to John H. Kinzie, Jr., the son of the original settler, be came one of the witnesses of the massacre of 1812, during which she was spirited away by some Indians on Lake Michigan. In Memory of Martha Mitchell Monroe 1834' 1892 is a two-edged rarity. It would probably rank as a Eugene Field item, owing to his included comment on Mrs.. Monroe. And it is of general Chicago significance, owing to the position which Miss Harriet Monroe, her sisters and brother, and the Root and other grandchildren of Mrs. Monroe, have grown up to occupy in our town. Kose of Dutchers Cooly is a book to be thought of in the same breath with The Cliff Dwellers: the story of a girl coming up to Chicago in the nineties, and seeing our town through country eyes. This copy is an example of the work of our great, even if short lived Chicago publishing house, Stone and Kimball, a Garland first, and an association copy. The other Garland books, in duplicate, exemplify a particular evil of the habit of first edition collecting. The number of copies existing of RosweU Field's In Sunflower Land, containing the story of the man who played with Thomas, was very narrowly limited by the famous McClurg fire of 1898. The Life of Tom Candy Ponting is a rarity that will particularly interest, shall we say, business men. Mr. Ponting, a cattle driver by trade, can remember how in '48 and '49, pork was brought here not on the hoof, but by boat from Peoria, as bacon. The Development of Chicago, 1674'1914, compiled by Milo Milton Quaife, is itself a limited edition, but the contemporary original narratives which it includes — among them Harriet Martineau's of 1836, which describes a regular Florida boom in Chicagoland, Joseph Jefferson's of 1838, and Frederika Bremer's, 1850, who stopped with the Kinzies — gives it an aroma of still greater rarity. The Serapion Brethren, lent by Mr. Hill, may not look like a Chicago item — but turn to the title page. Culture's Garland, Eugene Field's incomparable chaffing, opens a door. into the eighties by the fun that it pokes at major events, such as a visit from Lowell, and minor ones, such as the publication of a tooth' some pamphlet by a restaurant keeper. Instead of collecting literary books about Chicago, you might, of course, collect picture books. The Chatfield Taylor-Lester Hornby Chicago, lent by Mr. Hill, shows how we looked in 1917. The Chi cago and Its Suburbs, 1873, lent by Mr. Greene, contains drawings of our glories, such as they were, two years after the fire. Now permit me to stop and blush for a moment while I apologize to Messrs. Bay, HilL and Greene for the presence there of the Chicago Anthology, among all the dignified evidences of their kind cooperation. And to the reader as well. As a Charles G. Blandon item, Mr. Bay might, to be sure, not entirely disown it. As a Llewellyn Jones item, neither Mr. Hill nor Mrs. Greene would entirely wish to say that they did. But this I may as well confess: it is from my own shelves, and has stood there not for either of the above reasons, but because it is one of the two anthologies that contains one of the two poems of mine that ever got into an anthology. However, Llewellyn Jones' preface is at the moment more than apposite. It tells the in* eluded poets what it thinks of them for not writing poems about Chicago. I felt the same way when we were making the lists with which this article began. New books there are right now by Chicago poets: by Agnes Lee, by George Dillon, by Lew Sarett. Good books too. But where a few years back, one might have reached up for Carl Sandburg's Chicago Poems, for Harriet Monroe's You and I, for Helen Hoyt's ecstacies about little parks, this year the five foot shelf of current books about what has been the poetry center for a quarter of a century, as well as the hog butcher, of the world must go down to history with never a rhyme. Unless, of course, there are further nominations. 20 The Chicagoan The Society Column A Snippety Little Article to End All Snippety Little Articles By Arthur Meeker, Jr. THERE are, I am reliably informed, no longer any Bright Young People. I have this on the authority of Mr. Beverley Nichols, who practically invented them, and now, in his latest book, Evensong, basely goes back on his invention and declares, with a languid air, that "one forgets, now adays, exactly what they did or why they did it, and one has not the energy to remember." (Ah, Beverley, not even you ?) I suggest, however, that the truth of the matter is not that there are not any more Bright Young People, but merely that it is not the same people who are bright and young. Take Beverley, for instance, struggling man fully in his cottage garden in Huntingdon shire, to produce a serious novel; take Noel Coward, deserting the field of brittle comedy to write Cavalcade, an impressive historical panorama of thirty years of English life; take, if you will, as a humbler example, your own favorite correspondent, eschewing epigrams in a valiant attempt to build up three generations of German prima donnas into a four-square, solidly constructed literary monument (yes, that's why I'm staying home so much this spring). . . . All of us, and many more who shall be nameless, are, in our various ways, making the best of a bad bargain and facing the thirties unflinchingly. With a new face, too, if you see what I mean. The days . . . for us ... of mental handsprings are definitely over. In other words, strange capers are out- of-date. Just what kind of capers will be per mitted us, as the years proceed, I have not quite made up my mind. But I have firm faith in the future. Of course, our principal duty in the earnest decade must be abandoning, once and for all, the composition of trivial, snippety little arti cles like the present one. (I put this in to discourage the hordes of would-be critics, who will, I feel sure, be only too happy to squander a two-cent stamp in pointing out that fact.) But it does occur to me that it would provide a glorious finale to a .more or less cheerfully misspent youth if I could, somehow or other, write a trivial, snippety little article to end all trivial, snippety little articles. There is, I can assure you, a crying need for this to be done. In order to convince yourself that I am telling the truth, all that will be necessary for you to do is to take a look at the so-called "Women's Sections" of certain of our daily newspapers, which, in the last few months, owing to a furious rivalry that has flared up amongst them, have swollen to such Gargantuan proportions that they have completely engulfed the actual news of the day. In the old days, wom an's place used to be called — laughingly, I confess — the home. Now, of course, one real izes how ludicrously mistaken that idea was. Woman's place in this year of grace 1932, appears to be the club, the business office, the broadcasting station, the flying field, the House of Representatives — any home, that is, but her own. Well, as far as I am concerned, that is perfectly all right. As a matter of fact, the old days must have been rather awful. So many homes simply cluttered up with women refusing to leave them. But do you honestly think that woman's place was, is, or ever should be four-fifths of the space formerly allotted to news dispatches in the daily press? Long, long ago — can you remember as far back, even, as the winter of 1930-31 — one read (I can't help smiling at the thought) the newspapers to find out what had happened in the world. Whether the stock market had risen or fallen. (Well, I mean, how far it had fallen.) What the Senate had done or failed to do. The latest international bulletins from London or Leningrad or Shanghai. Where are those bulletins today? Now, " when one opens any one of half a dozen journals, the first things that assault the eye are columns — and when I say columns I mean columns — of horrible bright young articles, written for the most part, I am convinced, by dull elderly spinsters, about the best way to take grass stains out of white serge skirts, or the range of colors most becoming to a brown- eyed blonde of thirty-five, or how to make (a) a simple teagown out of two yards of fringe and an old lace curtain, (b) a tasty pudding out of half an egg, four pounds of Philadel phia scrapple, and a tin of Sterno, (c) an Agnes model out of your last year's hat, and (d) a life-long friend out of your last year's beau. All this, it goes without saying, is terribly annoying. But there is something worse. Oh, infinitely worse. I mean, of course, the society pages. Because, naturally, no-one can force you to read about how to take grass stains out of white serge skirts, and if you are fool enough to buy four pounds of Philadelphia scrapple, or to imagine that last year's beaux are anything but closed chapters — and, inci dentally, crashing bores — it does seem as though the crimes ought to carry their own punishments with them. As, indeed, they do. On the other hand, un less you are a hermit or a humbug, you will admit that you like to know what your friends are up to. And the best and quickest way of finding out is — or used to be— to read the society columns. I say used to be, advisedly. For if you are brilliantly intuitive enough to unearth a few scattered nuggets of informa tion amongst the litter of surrounding rubbish, you are far, far cleverer than I ever expect to become. When I was a small boy — which is not quite so long ago as the beginning of this article might lead you to suppose — we were, jour nalistically speaking, just emerging from the old-fashioned set descriptions of the "elegant- collation-of-forty-covers" school. A good old dignified school it was, too. Social intelligence swung along in a safe, conventional orbit through birth, marriage, dinners, and death. Really nice girls never had their pictures in the paper. And a great many of our better known hostesses considered it — well, just a trifle pushing to have their parties written up. Accounts of luncheons and balls were strictly impersonal; personalities were confined to fervid and detailed catalogues of the floral decorations. "The centerpiece was a Jacque minot of roses and orchids, with trailers of smilax across the damask cloth, while the ends of the table were covered with a tasteful pro fusion of mauve and Alice-blue larkspur and hothouse grapes." A few years later, some restless reporter discovered that it livened up the column no end if you told less about the flowers upon the table and more about the people round it. So the roses and smilax were dismissed with the briefest of mentions, while all eyes "were focussed on "Mrs. John Pillsbury Flummox, in pale green charmeuse and rhinestones, the overskirt of Nile and chartreuse satin striped with apricot grosgrain taffeta, edged with brilliants, relieved by a bertha of plum-colored plush, the whole caught up by a butterfly clasp of geranium velvet ornamented with gold and silver fleur de lys, etc., etc." (I really am not, as you perceive, very good at this kind of description.) Still later, someone else had the constructive (?) idea that it was not what people wore that attracted attention, so much as what people were. Then the fun really began. The roses and smilax — which, by this time, weren't roses and smilax any more, anyhow, but Swedish glass and Christ mas tree balls — were discarded altogether; gowns, unless strikingly unusual, appeared, laconically, as "purple velvet and pearls" or "brown caracul with a zebra muff"; and all the energies of the society reporters were ex pended on inventing cute little personal items of the sort cunningly calculated to drive the subjects thereof insane. Births, marriages, dinners, and deaths took permanent pews in the back of the house, and -we suddenly found ourselves inundated by a flood of cheap, in tolerably chatty paragraphs about debutantes' classes in eurhythmies, and "darling" litde shops inaugurated by popular university hos tesses, and, as a special Sunday treat, lists of North side matrons who were letting their hair grow in again, or available dancing men arranged in order of matrimonial eligibility. The custom has grown to such an extent that now there is no incident in our private lives so unimportant that it has not, at some time or other, been featured in the public prints. It is no longer only cinema stars and Siamese twins who subscribe to the press cut tings bureaus. One cannot buy a dog, or lac quer one's nails, or take up roller-skating, or match picture (Continued on page 60) March, 1932 21 Alburn Chicagoans NUMBER THREE By Jane Spear King Note: By accentuation of essentials of character, the artist has striven to capture something of the essence of those ancients whose fertile ideals have been shown in the heart of our Prairie Metropolis. Thomas Bryan was a Virginian who was graduated from Harvard Law and settled here as partner in the firm of Bryan and Hatch. It was largely through him that the privilege of holding a World's Fair in this particular locality was gained. Mr. Bryan was first vice president of the World's Columbian Expo' sition. John Dean Caton rode horsebac\ from Chicago to Pe\in in quest of admission to the bar. His first case was Chicago's first law suit — the prosecution of a man who stole from a fellow lodger, and was held prisoner under a carpenter's bench because there was, at that date, no better village gaol. Mr. Caton, fifteenth of sixteen children, drifted west via canal, stage, and lumber wagon. In 1855 he was Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. His cottage was the first dwelling in the "T^etu School Section," in the vicinity of Clinton and Harrison Streets. Norman B. Judd was an earliest settler, having come hither bac\ in 1836 to obtain eventually national significance. Beginning as a lawyer, extending his abilities through six years of state senatorship, he was finally elected to Congress and thereon appointed, by President Lincoln, United States Minister to Prussia. William B. Ogden excelled as one of the Fathers who nourished, in infancy, this multi plex mid'westerner with a nose called Tower Town. Once Ogden said he could do any' thing he turned his hand to. He became rail' road builder, canal builder, lumber and iron \ing, college president, and banker. At the age of thirtytwo, two years after his arrival as a land company's representative, he became Chicago's first Mayor. John Crerar was a bachelor, a merchant, a churchman, and a philanthropist. He came to Chicago representing a railway supply firm and made his home in the Grand Pacific Hotel. His business interests included, among other things, two railway companies, the PuH> man Palace Car Company, and the Illinois Trust and Savings Ban\. Donor of one of the city's most enduring gifts, he gave two million dollars for the establishment and maintenance of the Crerar Library. Isaac Newton Arnold labored all his life that the records of his city and state might disclose honorable repute and financial integ rity. Back, in 1837 conditions hit a terrible low of the arc, and in those days the vogue was not Depression, but Catastrophe. Mr. Arnold was particularly responsible for the legislation which enabled Illinois to recuperate financially, and maintain its good name. Me was elected to Congress in 1860. He VMS at wor\ on a biography of Lincoln, his friend. when the President was assassinated, 22 The Chicagoan D i v i < Chicago i "I tremble when I reflect that God is just." — Thomas Jefferson. IN the early spring of 1836 the Governor of Michigan raised a band of militia and pro ceeded against the sovereign State of Ohio with a view to settling this thing here and now. Ohio, in setting itself up as a state three years before, had violated the boundary ordinance of 1787 by annexing a valuable tract of land orig inally granted to Michigan. Congress, supine as ever, had let the matter ride for three years while the outraged citizens of Michigan got an awful mad on. In the early spring of 1836, then, the Gov ernor of Michigan decided to take things in his own hands. As he approached the dis puted border with his heterogenous army Congress suddenly awakened and viewed with alarm the Governor's black scowl and the bowie knives of his militia, and on March 1 an act was passed by way of compromise in which it was provided that Ohio should retain - the disputed territory but Michigan should be compensated for her loss by the grant of a large tract of country west of Lake Michigan. This was agreeable to Michigan. The militia sheathed its bowie knives and the warrior- Governor, after taking a few curtain calls, passed with all his torches alight into the ob scurity that engulfs local Caesars. But the outcome of the Toledo War (as it was known) gave impetus to a movement long a-birthing in Wisconsin to recover the terri tory north of the southern extremity of Lake Michigan which Congress had given to the new State of Illinois in violation of the Ordi nance of 1787. This territory included 8,500 square miles, 60,000 homesteaders, and the ground on which now stands, or staggers, the City of Chicago. The boundaries of Illi nois had been a moot point for more than a century. In 1778 Patrick Henry, who seems to have been given liberty, sent George Rogers sClark with an army with banners to substan tiate Virginia's claims by the charter of 1609 to the "county of Illinois." Gov. Henry in structed Col. Clark to proceed into Illinois at the head of his a. with b. and knock the block off whosoever failed to recognize the justice of Virginia's claims. The good people at Kaskaskia, Cahokia, and one or two other posts, recognizing the injustice of Virginia's claims, failed to recognize the justice of Vir ginia's claims and had their blocks knocked off. By the end of the Revolution feeling had risen pretty high as to the ownership of Illi nois. The Indians, who actually owned this country but didn't have a smart lawyer, had signed away their birthright on several occa sions to anyone who had a flask of whiskey or a horn of gunpowder — the Indians could drink both. Those sovereignties which laid specific claim to Illinois by virtue of discovery or grant or conquest were France, England, Virginia, led We S vs. Illinois — No Holds By Milton S. Mayer Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New York. Spain still felt, in a small, plaintive way, that it had discovered Illinois along with the rest of the continent. Italy could not forget that Columbus first saw the light of day in a light- housekeeping room in Genoa. The Dutch, skating furiously around the Zuyder Zee, had an impotent claim to New York and to what ever New York claimed. Illinois was, in point of fact, copyrighted in practically every for eign country, excluding the Scandinavian. With the erection of the United States of America the European nations abandoned their claims and those states which had no pretext to the New West got together and decided that if they couldn't have Illinois, why, by Zolli- coffer, no one else was going to have it, and the disputed domain was turned over to Congress. By the Ordinance of 1787, the northern boundary of what was to become the state of Illinois was an east and west line drawn through the southern extrem ity of Lake Michigan. When Illinois sought statehood, Mr. Nathaniel Pope, the forerunner of the present-day promoter, whispered in Congress' ordinarily deaf ear that as the Illinois Territory was then constituted it was completely cut off from the North and the East. There was some uneasiness, at the time, concerning the allegiance of the South west, and Mr. Pope suggested that Illinois be bound to the Union by way of the Great Lakes. Congress promptly raised the northern boundary of the new state sixty-one miles and gave Illinois a generous frontage on Lake Michigan. But the Yankee residents of the annexed section did not fancy themselves as Illinoisians. Galena, Freeport, Rockford, and Oregon were the metropolises. Chicago was a promising four-corners, nothing more, and Cook County had not yet been established. The disputed district was essentially Northern — it had been settled by pioneers from New England and New York. It was, as regards slavery, vio lently Free. Its miners, in the northern part of the district, clung to the mining territory of Wisconsin. It was dairy country. Its farm ers grew sugar beets and its forests bore hick ory, tamarack and white pine. It had a predisposition, and a setting, for commerce and industry. The central and southern sections of the state were essentially Southern. They were slave country — so profoundly so that historians agree that except for Congress' adoption of Mr. Pope's suggestion Lyman Trumble would never have been elected U. S. Senator from Illinois in 1854, Abraham Lincoln would never have been nominated for the Presidency in 1860, Illinois would not have been saved to the Union in 1861, and the War of the Re bellion would not have been so soon a lost cause. Three-fourths of Illinois had been set tled by emigrants from Virginia, Kentucky, tan d Barred Tennessee. Cairo, Illinois, was farther south than most of Virginia and Kentucky. The southern part of the state grew cotton, to bacco, and there were pecans there, and mag nolias. "From the prejudices which the people in the southern part of the state appear to enter tain against our T^orthern Yan\ies," concludes an editorial in the Chicago American of Feb. 13, 1840, "the evident difference of character and association between the people of the North and the South, and the difficulty of having our local interest sustained in the Leg islature, much might be said in favor of the expediency of going under the new laws and Legislature of the State of Wisconsin." The Pecatonica correspondent of the same paper wrote, March 25 of the same year, "We are northerners, or to speak more to the purpose — Yankies. Three-fourths of the inhabitants of Illinois are a totally different sort of people. They have the numerical and political superi ority. The most unreasonable and ill-grounded prejudices against us exists among them. We are powerless and our voice is, if not unheard, certainly unheeded in the legislative councils of the State. Whether designedly or not, almost every legislative enactment is directly adverse to our interests, our views and our feelings. . . . We are firmly convinced that we are justly a part of Wisconsin by an or ganic law older than our revered federal con stitution. . . ." But baser reasons than these are imputed to the citizens of northern Illinois for their anxiety to belong to Wiscon sin. The state had embarked, soon after re ceiving its charter, on a program of public im provements, in which iniquity is believed to have played a part (the origin, perhaps of an Illinois tradition), and with a $5,000,000 defi cit in the treasy there was a public indebted ness of $175 a head. These early settlers (ten cents on die dollar) of northern Illinois were accused by their southern neighbors of want ing to sneak their fourteen counties into Wis consin and leave the rest of the state holding the bag. Wisconsin's politicians were itching for statehood, and the population of the disputed section would have given the Territory a suf ficient number of residents for admission to the Union. The better minds of the Terri tory (not to be confused with the politicians) felt that Wisconsin was not yet ready to be a state, and the people refused to rally to the cause of the politicians. While the ballots reiterated Wisconsin's coldness towards the an nexation of northern Illinois, Territorial Gov. Doty of Wisconsin was writing tear-stained letters of protest to Gov. Carlin in Springfield. When Gov. Carlin failed to take notice of these messages, Gov. Doty pounced on him like a mongoose on a snake and another Toledo War was imminent. The unpleasant situation was not relieved March, 1932 23 a whit when John Wentworth of Chicago was offered a senatorship from the new state if he would throw northern Illinois that way and replied that he would rather be a Congressman from Illinois than a Senator from Wisconsin. At this crucial juncture a Wisconsin ward heeler discovered that the citizens of the Terri tory had spawned so actively that Wisconsin now had a population of more than 200,000 and could become a state without benefit of the 60,000 residents of northern Illinois. But Wisconsin's politicians went on belaying Con gress for fifty years. And Chicago never did forgive Illinois. II "... He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only. . . ." — The Declaration of Independence. WITH an embittered and an embattled heritage, then, the State of Illinois began functioning as a house divided against itself. In one hundred years the breach has not been reduced. The two sides have made none but selfish, grudging truces. The progress of invention and the trend toward economic solidarity have poulticed the wounds in the two camps, but they have only been placebos, and in troublous times (like these) the wounds fester anew and the evils of each section become more burdensome to the other. True, the issues are no longer the same. The grievances that cried for justice a century ago are for the most part obsolete, and the battle-front of Illinois has been remapped to this extent: Chicago and its metropolitan area stand pitted against the rest of the state. Free- port, Rockf ord, and the rest of the towns that took up the cudgel against their southern brothers in the early days are now aligned, legislatively, with "downstate," the term by which Chicago refers to its mortal enemy, Illinois. The Chicago newspaper reader in the past six months has become conversant with this situation. He has seen how doggedly the rural districts fought the Kelly Bill for the relief (psychological) of Chicago's amazing muddle of taxation — a problem foreign to any other city or town in the state. He has seen the rural-controlled legislature take a recess leav ing Chicago on the brink of bankruptcy. But the manifestations of incompatibility antedate these recent clashes. Chicago, like most large cities, is wet. Illi nois, governed by the rural districts, is dry. Chicago, crime-ridden, has tried repeatedly to reform the antiquated and inadequate judi cial system of the state. Illinois, in its farm- ruled legislature, forbids it. Chicago, its children the victims of tubercu lar milk, asks a state law demanding tuberculin testing of cattle. The impoverished cattle farmers who dominate the legislature are consarned if they'll be horn-swoggled into pay ing for some new-fangled city device. The dirt farmer, working from dawn to dark and to dawn again to keep the shirt on his back, is told that a Cutten or a Patten sits at a desk in Chicago and makes a million dol lars in one day on his wheat, and he sets up a battle in the state legislature to abolish the Board of Trade. The citizen of Chicago has to pay taxes for a new road through Hoopeston, a sewer in Lebanon, a schoolhouse in Carbondale. The farmer works like a horse seven days a week so that the Chicagoan can lie in the sun at a mysterious summer resort called Business and get rich. Chicago's legislators accuse the downstate legislators of marinating in the brine of me dieval stupidity. The downstate legislators ac cuse Chicago's legislators of robbing Peter to rob Paul. The Chicago legislators are lustful, but liberal, and the downstate legislators are honest, but ossified. It does not matter so much who is right and who is wrong as it mat ters that a state of undercover war exists and both sides are suffering. In 1900 Chicago's representation in the General Assembly had risen to 19 in a total of 51. In thirty years the city's population has more than doubled — - more than 51 per cent of the people of Illi nois now live in Chicago: but the ratio of 19 to 51 still exists in the legislature, and Chi cago is governed by farmers. This rural legis lature has nullified the state constitution for thirty years by refusing to order a reapportion ment following each decennial census. And no one has been able to do anything about it — Chicago's fight to force a reapportionment went to the State Supreme Court, which held that the operation was a sovereign duty of the legislative branch of the government, in which the U. S. Constitution solemnly forbids the judiciary to interfere. The only solace Chicago has is that the situation, at once intolerable and irremediable, is duplicated in almost every large city of the nation. New York City, with more than half the population of the state, is represented by only two-fifths of the legislature. Like New York and Chicago, Philadelphia blames its perilous financial condition on the yoke of a rural leg islature. Detroit cries out against Michigan, Boston asks for relief from Massachusetts, St. Louis and Kansas City wouldn't be seen dead with Missouri if they could help themselves. Atlanta, the urban center of the South, has, mind you, a one-third interest in one state senator. It is the only real city in a state composed of 161 of the most retrogressive and reactionary counties in the United States. At lanta's theatres are closed on Sunday by state law, and all commercial pursuits are banned. Until the War (the last one) no freight trains could go through the city on the Sabbath. Re cently the Georgia legislature levied a tax on cigars and cigarettes, but not on corn-cobs or spittin' tobacky. In Connecticut, the four largest cities, with a total population of 400,000, have the same representation in the lower house of the state legislature as four villages with a total pop ulation of 2,500. In tiny Rhode Island and Delaware, both houses are under gross rural domination. The cities' case is simply one of taxation without representation. The farmers' case is the central prop of republican government — protection of the minority and a due represen tation of the landholders. The issue is an old one. Slavery was a minority institution in the South from the beginning. If thinly pop ulated eastern Virginia — the "Old Dominion" — had allowed the populous section of the state west of the Blue Ridge Mountains to divide itself up into counties and gain equitable representation in the legislature, the minority institution of slavery would have been taxed out of existence. The thirteen Blue Grass counties dominated Kentucky in the same way, as did the Coosa country in Alabama and the Yazoo section of Mississippi. It was this oligarchy that started the Civil War. Ill ". . . It is easy, perhaps, to break down this government, but, Sir, when we have broken it down, it will not be so easy a matter to build it up. . . ." — Waitman T. Willey of Mo nongalia, in the Plea against Secession in the Convention of Virginia, March 2, 1861. THE man with the hoe and the man with the pen are drifting farther apart. The city politicians suggest fighting it out to the finish and acquiring the government-by- coercion which the farmers now exercise. Here in Chicago they say, "The people of Chicago constitute a voting majority — let them elect the governor and all the state officers. If the polit ical parties in Chicago can get together — IF — they can take the government from the down' staters, they can beat the yokels at their own game." But the half dozen intelligent men inter ested in politics disdain such a method. They protest that no permanent good can come of it. Such a solution, they maintain, would be no solution at all, but merely the postponement of a cataclysmic showdown. Lawyer Urban A. Lavery believes that a compromise can be effected — the same compromise he promulgated in the ill-fated constitutional convention of 1921. Mr. Lavery 's plan retains the present ratio in the Senate but holds for reapportion ment in the House — in which event Chicago would control the latter body. Enthusiastic, Mr. Lavery believes that the downstaters would accept this conciliation if they were properly propitiated. But would such a compromise — any com promise — be much more than a next best thing, an armed truce? Eminent Political Sci entist Charles E. Merriam thinks not. He sees only one solution : Chicago, and all great met ropolitan areas, must become separate states. "At present Chicago is an eight-ring circus without a boss," Prof. Merriam explains. "It is a metropolis growing on the fringes but disintegrating at the core because of complexky>. of governmental bodies. The metropolitan community of Chicago is disintegrating. Tlie unmaking of Chicago is going on before our very eyes. Chicago will soon be no more than a state of mind or a geographical expression. "In the Chicago area there are 4,000,000 persons bound together in an economic and social unity but -without any semblance of polit ical unity. This region embraces not only 1800 different municipal governments, but ex tends into four states and over sixteen counties. There are 202 cities, 166 townships, 59 park districts, 10 sanitary districts, 183 drainage districts, and 1000 miscellaneous districts in the same area. This area should be a separate state." Would the creation of a new state out of the "Chicago area" exterminate the political pillage and governmental abuse that now paralyzes Chicago? (Continued on page 60) 24 The Chicagoan Forlorn Florida A Seasoned Resorter Reports the Season By Durand Smith INCREDIBLE as it may be, there are still enough people with money to give Florida the appearance of having a season. Upon analysis, it is usually evident that economy, not indulgence, has caused them to spend the winter in the sunny, salubrious south. Most often is this true with those who have winter homes. One well-known Chicago family is in- aouciantly weathering the storm. Although their Palm Beach home boasts not a servant, not even a cook, they are entertaining five house-guests quite successfully. Florida's own particular boom — that deliri ous era of preposterous real estate prices — crashed some years before the rest of the coun try took the plunge. Adapting itself to the exigencies of what has euphemistically been called the "readjustment" has been a task less difficult for Florida therefore than might have been expected. Ruefully but pleasantly, Flori da is resigned to playing hostess to fewer guests this year and, essentially a great win ter playground, it presents a somewhat for lorn appearance. Climatically the season has been ideal. Long days of sunshine and unclouded skies have al most erased the bitter memories of the torren tial rains and chilling winds of the two pre vious years. The fronds of the palm trees seem to have a more lustrous sheen than ever, the foliage and flowers to be more luxuriant. Surf -bathing hardly deserves the name, for the ocean has been so blue and rippling. The golfers and tennis enthusiasts rejoice daily and even the sailfish seem eager to accommodate the hopeful anglers. From Jacksonville I mo tored to St. Augustine, which lays claim to being the oldest city in the United States, and contains, among others, three houses all insist ing upon their preeminent antiquity. His torically interesting, St. Augustine breathes of Spaniards and Indians and buried treasure. It was something of a shock then to pass through the old city gates and find them flanked by a filling station one side and a BAR-B-Q on the other. The lovely courtyard of the Hotel Ponce de Leon was as peaceful and well-kept as I remember it when a child of five. The iron frogs and turtles of the fountain still spouted on and the honeysuckle trembled in the breeze. I missed only the figures of Chaun- cey Depew and John W. ("Bet A Million") Gates wandering among the hibiscus and calla lilies. Across the way, however, stood the Hotel Alcazar, not open this season. Ormond had as large a proportion of old people as it had twenty years ago but it was, as always, a charming place to stop for a day or so. Daytona Beach was excited over Sir Malcolm Campbell's speed records. And fin ally I reached Palm Beach, sadly depleted of visitors. Palm Beach is, however, carrying bravely on with its tradition as America's great win- THE CHARLES HARRINGTON CHADWICKS' NEW PALM BEACH HOME ter resort. The hotek may be empty but most of the houses are occupied and a good deal of informal entertaining is being done in them. Bradley's (officially the Beach Club) , probably the best-known gambling house in the country, where certainly the finest lunch in Florida is served, still twirls roulette wheels and bird cages for those who never tire of trying their luck. But games of chemin-de'fer and gorgeous jewels are equally rare this year. Infrequent ly are there more than three yachts in the Lake Worth harbor at once, and many of the finer shops have not opened at all. The Bath and Tennis Club has adopted a more financially generous attitude toward members who bring guests, as well as having reduced the price of luncheons, and consequently the club is almost as well patronized as last season. The delicious self- service luncheons and the extremely sporty golf course of the Seminole Club are well- rewarded. But the Everglades Club, always a great center for entertaining, has suffered. The vogue of the Colony Club continues and people dine and dance expensively there in a setting as tropical as man and nature can make it. The Embassy has abandoned its ex- clusiveness and is now frankly competing with the Colony. The Country Club, in spite of a beautiful golf course, has failed to attract enough players to warrant its remaining open beyond the first week in March. The Cocoa- nut Grove in the gardens of the Royal Poin- ciana Hotel, once the tea-dance center of the resort, has steadily declined with the rise of the clubs until today it comes to life only twice a week. The Poinciana itself, that vast hotel, has become more than ever an historical and neglected landmark. It closed the second day of March, an unprecedented occurrence. The Ambassador Hotel wisely remained closed. Chicagoans who have opened their winter homes as usual are the George A. McKin- locks, the Franklin P. Smiths and the William Wallers. Vincent Bendix has spent part of the season in his ocean-front home. Mrs. Harry Shearson has taken a house and is assisting Muriel McCormick, now Mrs. Elisha Dyer Hubbard, with the activities of the Playhouse, a repertory company. Mrs. Joseph B. Long has an apartment at the Everglades Club for the season. The Volney Fosters, J. C. Bel- dens, Lucius Teters, Herbert McLaughlins, Mrs. Allan Clement, Mrs. John T. Pirie, Jr., Miss Louise Brewer, and Mr. and Mrs. J. F. L. Curtis have also been here for a time. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Harrington Chadwick have just built a de lightfully moderne house on the lake at the foot of Via Bellaria, which is a distinct addi tion to the impressive number of fine winter homes in Palm Beach. It is the most com pletely moderne house I have ever seen, both in its exterior and interior, and the most suc cessful. Maurice Fatio is the architect who executed Mrs. Chadwick's designs and she is responsible for the furnishings and fittings. Air and light are provided for in abundance with broad porches and a spacious patio. Glass has been cleverly used. Twisted crystal bars al ternate with black iron ones in supporting the staircase balustrade. The living room is done in cream white, with tall white curtains edged with black tas sels. A huge bay window overlooks a terrace and the lake. A painting, whose dominant shade is pink, done by Survage especially for Mrs. Chadwick, hangs above a white lounge eighteen feet long. The scheme of the dining room is bright green with a black, silver- bordered ceiling. The bar has patriotic deco rations of red, white and blue, and a colorful map of the Sahara desert. Mrs. Jacob Baur has spent several weeks with the Chadwicks. The season at Miami has been reasonably successful, all things considered. The Bath Club and the Surf Club have been popular and the racing at Hialeah well attended. The new Indian Creek Club is, I am told, the last word in luxury. One Chicago family, who were paying ridiculous prices at the Breakers Hotel, found that an off-season has its compensation. They moved for the rest of the winter into a charm ing villa, completely furnished, silverware and all — they merely had to pay the taxes. March, 1932 25 CHICAGOAN" THE PRINCESS ROSTISLAV The quietly amazing young survivor of the glory that was Russia, an adornment to the local scene and an economic as well as a social fixture, is the subject of Helen Young's absorbing article on the opposing page. Princess Rostislav A Pen Portrait in the Intimate Manner By Helen Young MEET your fellow townswoman, Mme. Rostislav to you, just "Rosty" to the girls in the shop where she works, "Aleka" to her playfellows of the best Chicago families, Alexandra to her mother, "Highness" to the Russian colony, Princess Alexandra to half the crowned and uncrowned heads of Europe, Princess Rostislav on the envelopes that come from her mother-in-law, the Grand Duchess Xenia, who lives at Windsor in Eng land on the estate of her cousins, the King and Queen of England. This purely rhetorical introduction comes a little late, for sans doute you've met the pretty, slim young woman someplace around the town in the four years since she came here from Europe. Maybe it was in Carson's dress de partment some time ago, when she helped you squeeze into a sixteen, at the time she sug gested an eighteen. Perhaps it was at one of the Assembly Balls, or it might have been at Field's, where customers sometimes asked the Fashion Bureau ladies who the chic and inter esting creature with the flawless complexion might be. Then, again, you may have met her at any one of a hundred fashionable dinner parties, or at the Greek Orthodox Cathedral at Mass on Easter, or at a fancy dress ball in . the Blackstone or the Casino. She may even have sat beside you on a high stool at Wal- green's at lunchtime. Perhaps, though, you only saw her through your opera glasses in a box at the opera, or putting a dime in the busman's coin box, on her way to or from "work." And it may have been at the Michi gan Avenue shop where she sells Prince Matchabelli's perfumes that you met her. Or could it have been the grocer up on Division Street who told you who she was, when she dashed in one evening just before the store closed at six to get a head of lettuce, some potatoes and some chops, to carry home to the little apartment on Astor Street? Ah, well, wherever it was, you met the young woman, you haven't forgotten the brave, determined look of her, and a certain sense of triumph about her, too. No whining for the things that were, or might have been, even when, after a hard day's work, she goes home to the little four room apartment to cook the potatoes and the chops for her young Prince, who has been working all day over his statistics in the railroad office. If either of them contrasts the tiny rooms with those of their ancestral castles in Russia, or wishes, perhaps, for only one scullery maid of the dozens of serv ants who served them in their old homes (just to wash the dinner dishes that the Prince doesn't like his Aleka to have to do, while he "dries" them), who would say that indicated discontent with their present richly happy life? Few but Aleka's inti mates know the story of those terrible years of prison, hunger, flight and the lovely unblem ished romance that came out of all the fright ful worry and heartaches. The Princess is not given to self revelations, and when someone pops up at a dinner party with "Tell us the story of your fascinating life," she has learned to turn the tide of the conversation by saying, "Wait, I will write a book about it sometime." And yet, when she is being mercilessly inter viewed she admits she will never write a book. "It is my belief that too many Russians write books about themselves." And then, remem bering to be a dutiful daughter-in-law, she adds with a twinkle: "But my father-in- law (the Grand Duke Alexander) has writ ten one that will be out next month, which should be worth reading." And so would one she might write, if she'd do it as she tells it, cheerfully and wittily. The I-Have-Stepped-Through-the-Ages style of her husband's cousin, the Grand Duchess Marie, is not the way of Aleka. She will tell you she was born in Novgorad, where the family, ex cept her father, Prince Paul, who died before the war, and three sisters were living at the time of the Revolution. (It was her friend, Princess Cantacuzene, however, who told me that the country house at Novgorad, called Marieno, set down in acres of gardens, was one of the handsomest in all of Russia; built after the Napoleonic invasion, it was pure Empire, and each of its hundred rooms was gems of correct furnishing.) The memory of the family's betrayal at the hands of a trusted townsman, who agreed to take them disguised as peasants to the border, and then carted them to jail and turned them over to the Bolshevik authorities, is not as strong as the remem brance of what a scene she and her sister at the vain ages of twelve and fourteen made when their mother insisted that for the trip they must wear their hats back to the front, in keeping with her idea of the peasant dis guise. And the loss of all the family jewels, sewn into their dresses, was not one-two-three with the losing of the priceless paintings that their mother had put into long paper tubes and hung from her waist under her petticoats. Aleka says little of the months she, her sis ter and brother, spent in a home for Criminal Children in Petrograd, where The Revolution ists kept them for months, the only three poli tical offenders among hundreds of vicious boys and girls. But she remembers that the home, confiscated by the Bolsheviks, was the old town house of her uncle, and that she and her sister were locked up for months in the ballroom where they had danced a year before at their cousin's birthday parties. Their release came when her married sister, the Countess Szchenyi, and her husband (cousin of the U. S. Minister from Hungary — who married Gladys Vanderbilt) finally got per mission for them to come to Hungary with them, and they joined their mother, who had been in prison, to make the trip across the border. After a long rest in Hungary she was sent to a convent in England, conducted by French nuns, who permitted no English to be spoken ("which is probably why I learned to speak English as well as I do," says Aleka) and then, on the very day when she finished school, she met at her aunt's house outside of London, at seventeen, the nineteen year old son of the Grand Duke Alexander and the Grand Duch ess Xenia, Prince Rostislav, whose family had been released by the Soviet when the King of England sent a cruiser to Russia to get them. The Princess says she knew the moment she met the prince that she would marry him, and while for the two years she was working in England as a sort of nurse — or assistant nurse — in a sanitarium, she saw him often, though he rarely spoke to her (he was a shy youth) they were secretly engaged be fore he came to America to get a job. And married they were, right here in Chicago in 1928 at the Greek Cathedral, at one of the most strangely beautiful ceremonies that any of the fashionables at the wedding had ever seen. I am the Prince's mor ganatic wife, you know," the Princess told me, as she took a cigarette from the quaint leather case I had admired, a case with crossed arrows and a ruby heart for a clasp, that belonged to her husband's grandmother, the Dowager Em press of Russia. It was sent to Aleka by her mother-in-law, the Grandduchess Xenia, for a wedding gift, together with a diamond and a ruby brooch of the Dowager Empress's that was stolen here two days after she got it. No nephew of the Czar, or of the Queen Mother Alexandra of England, grandson of a Russian Empress, would be permitted in the days of the monarchy to marry a Princess not of royal blood. For while the Galitzins were rulers of a small principality or state in Russia for gen erations (their origin is Latvian) they were not Romanovs as Prince Rostislav is. Be that as it may, when Aleka married her Prince he was only a penniless refugee, whereas I have been told she could have married (after she came to Chicago to await her royal-but- poor fiance) the heir to one of the greatest fortunes in America. But no importunate pleadings of the good-looking American could make her waver in her fidelity to her first love. And while the gown she wore for her wedding was the cheapest little white crepe dress she and Freda Foltz could find on the morning of the wedding, and the veil was simply several yards of unfinished tulle pinned to her dark hair, she was lots happier than if the heirloom laces her mother had lost, and one of the con fiscated Romanov diadems, had been holding her veil in place. (If you wondered, at the wedding, why that long red ribbon was tied to her bridal bouquet of white roses, as I did, at the time, it was in memory of her father. Red was her father's regimental color. He was in the Chevalier Guards, the famous outfit or ganized by her (Continued on page 70) March, 1932 27 FOR EVENING BROADCAST: TALENT WEARS THE DINNER JACKET AND "SOUND" MEN DON A TIDY SMOCK WITH EMBLEMATIC ARM-BAND TRYING TO GO OVER BIG WITH THE YOUNG DUCHESS WHO RULES SUPREME AT THE HOSTESS DESK "no, no! jim! now, dream your voice!" SOUND OF THE A. E. F. SPLASHING THROUGH THE MUD OF FLANDERS FIELDS THE "CHOO-CHOO" AND "PSST-PSST" MEAN THAT THE "LIMITED" IS PULL- ^. ING IN BUT HIS GOLDEN VOICE CHARMS EVERYONE £ ' .»/.;' <-"W "an' doan forgit, elisha, y'or ol' mammy is a-waitin' fer ye daown on TH' ol' PLANTATION" YOU, TOO, CAN HAVE THIS MARVELOUS INSERTNAMEOFPRODUCT IN YOUR HOME.' The Chicagoan Money Talks A Tearful Little Earful on Our Infant Industry By David Nowinson IN any normal process of development, in fancy is a transient stage that vanishes almost before we know it. Even the slow est of ordinary infants when he has survived his first decade in the world and decided that it isn't such a bad old place, after all, and maybe he'll stay a while — even such a young ster acquires a modicum of dignity, enough, say, to cast off his swaddling clothes and evince an interest in adultery (maturity to you!). Not so radio. It revels in, glories in, thrives upon, boasts about being an infant. It has been the infant industry for more than the customary span, now, and indications are that it will continue to be that for a long, long time. And if you seek verification, just take a peek at the barometer — the business barometer. Radio, our assertative Fifth Estate, has an almost undisputed claim to the country of Moronia. In acquiring it, Radio has taken from the newspapers much of the stigma under which they formerly labored. Incidentally, it has taken quite a little advertising, too. The Fourth Estate once endured jibes and jests at its expense; it was entered with a spirit of "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." The press was besieged by men of letters — letters written with red ink by Dun, who has no connection with Dun and Bradstreet. Newspaper work was an awful wilderness sit uated somewhere beyond the last outposts of civilization. "You're going to be a newspaperman?" How many parents have been horrified at this frank revelation of unsuspected depravity in their offspring? How many maternal tears have been shed, how many paternal curses have been offered upon the inky altar of Jour nalism? How many apologies have been ad vanced by suffering members of the prodigal's family? "No, Lennie isn't working yet. He's ¦till a newspaperman." But now all this is changed. With the ad vent of The Fifth Estate, The Fourth no longer endures tormenting references anent its appeal to the twelve-year-old mind. It has now become swanky and dignified beyond rec ognition — with the exception, of course, of The Daily Crimes clique — when compared with its riotous kid brother, Radio. For if the newspaper makes its appeal to the twelve-year-old IQ — as an executive over at WGN pointed out to me some time ago— Radio appeals to the nine-year-old mentality. Bravo! Lucre and laurels for the infant industry. There isn't the slightest danger of its programs passing over the thickest heads in the nation. It strikes the ear — and indeed it does strike the ear! — with a force and understanding of hu man psychology that causes little Johnnie, aged nine and a half, to understand it to such an extent that he will more than likely utter a noise well known in the Bronx and decide to spend the evening at a talking pic ture. Here at least he will be undisturbed by frequent references to the high grade soap manufactured by Joe Blatz. And why this long-winded recitation of "The Children's Hour?" Why the pro longed baby state? Mainly because of the compulsive qualities of Golden Dollar. The advertiser being the fellow who puts the coin in the slot is also the guy who makes the damn thing play. What does the fan want for nothing? Most sponsors aren't after quality. Quite the contrary. What Joe Blatz wants is a cheap program, a program that every body will understand including — horrible thought — Joe Blatz. And it shouldn't cost him so much because he has lots of other expenses, see? So Joe Blatz is seized by dozens of adver tising arms, but one grips him a little harder than the others and this one gets the contract. On the dotted line — Joe Blatz. Product — soap. Forthwith Joe Blatz is on the air with phonograph records or a play or a skit or an orchestra or one of the countless, saccharine croon princes — the ether's pediculous with them — or a beauty talk bringing to the world the magnificent information that it can be made beautiful with Blatz soap. And if Joe Blatz is anything at all like most sponsors, he will want his program thoroughly punctuated with glowing accounts of the manifold merits of Blatz soap. No white space for him. Use words, lots of 'em, and tell everybody about the soap. If Joe Blatz happens to be sponsoring a skit, for example, it is not at all unlikely — don't laugh — that he will demand a scene wherein the hero washes, not forgetting to exclaim on how delightful is Blatz soap for the purpose. And if Joe Blatz does make such demands, it is even less unlikely that the station will re fuse his request. Even the big stations that can afford to be independent have a healthy regard for the dollar sign. Under the minatory eye of this mighty Mammon, the stations in general have virtually no recourse but must dance when the whip is cracked. Artistic qualms are readily palliated when the whip cracks out contracts and quan tities of the cold cash. Money is a marvelous anodyne. Prostitution pays. Golden Dollar is a perfectly swell salesman, a dandy high- pressure salesman. Golden Dollar has seduced more than one artist. In justice to the ma ligned infant industry, it must be admitted that radio stations are not altogether to blame. They have imposed certain restrictions upon Joe Blatz and his confreres such as limiting the number of words in the advertising copy and keeping his ideas about programs within the bounds of decorum. Particularly is this true among the larger radio stations, those that have CBS or NBC time. But Golden Dollar has an awfully persuasive tongue and any adver tiser can tell you just how binding restrictions really are. Else, how do you account for the sickening amount of tripe fed the outraged public from even the snootiest network stations? As for the terrible music and horrible skits and wheezy announcers inflicted upon the gentle heeder by so many of the small-time stations, the extent of these is so vast as to be virtually incalculable. Just turn your dial and tune in a while moving hither and thither. You'll discover why so many radio fans will drink even the lowest grade gin. Undoubtedly everything on the air cannot be artistic and profound or even artistic. Like George M. Cohan, the radio "just aims to en tertain." And the entertainment should be of a nature calculated to soothe tired business man or housewife, to lull tired minds as well as to stimulate more subtle response from minds still active. But all too frequently radio programs knock the 1 out of lull and succeed in doing nothing but dulling minds. Granted that the aural appeal isn't supposed to give people a headache by exciting excessive thought. But why in the name of Nero — one of our earliest broadcasting musicians- should it give people a headache because it underestimates their intelligence? Broadcasters claim that radio is educating the masses. Bunk. Pure, unadulterated hooey. It's making the masses ignorant. Ballyhoo for Blatz soap isn't educational. Only the other night I happened to be listening in on the Skippy skit when two young relatives, aged eight and twelve years, were in the room. The skit it self happens to be a good one. It has real kid appeal. But I wonder how many chil dren are really induced to eat Wheaties be cause of the absurd ballyhoo asking them, "Do you want to be popular? Say clever things? Be healthy, happy" — et cetera, et cetera — "then eat Wheaties every day." My young cousins laughed at the announcer's patter. And when he told them how to spell Skippy, even the eight-year-old was indignant. Indicative, perhaps, that nine years is an exaggerated norm. Of course, this is a kid program. But plenty of adult programs and announcements are just as silly. The advertiser is largely to blame for in sisting on getting all his sales patter in the con tinuity and for demanding that his patter employ superlatives exclusively until advertis ing announcements are absurdities if they do not openly antagonize listeners. How often have you left the loud speaker with a large- sized pain registered in the region normally protected by the collar because some goop has been feeding you blurbs for Blatz soap when you wanted to hear good music? But it is the duty of the business department in radio to show the advertiser where he is wrong in asking for the excessive ballyhoo, where he is defeating his own purpose in addi tion to degenerating (Continued on page 62) March, 1932 29 Tower of Babel — American Plan A Preview of the International House By Ruth G. Bergman THE next time I hear a flag waver sonorously thank God that he was born an American, I am going to suggest that he take a trip out to the Mid way where he will find a reason — one block long and twelve stories high — •why it is sometimes desir able to claim Liberia or Patagonia or England, France or Germany as a birthplace. It is known as the International House and will offer foreign students living quar ters and club facilities that will probably make a number of home grown college men and women consider the desirability of dyeing their skins, prefixing their names with O' or Mac or attaching a ski or a vitch. One purpose of the hall is to promote international amity and the spacious common rooms and comfortable living quarters should go far in that direction if, at the same time, they do not provoke outbreaks from American students who feel that they are suffering from unfair discrimination. Though the Chicago International House is related to the University of Chicago by bonds of jurisdiction and common ancestry (the Rockefellers, father and son), and though it bears a marked resemblance to the other Gothic members of the family on the campus which it adjoins, it will be open to students in all the thirty- five institutions of higher learning in the Chicago region. Of these students there are approximately two thousand. More than one fourth of them can be accommodated at the International House and all will have the privilege of using it for lectures, meetings, theatricals and social gatherings. In order that the house may be completely international it will admit also a limited number of Americans. It might be somewhat confusing to put under one roof persons whose native tongues are Spanish, Swedish, Polynesian, Bantu and Greek were it not for the fact that most of the residents will be graduate students who employ the common academic and will probably talk so glibly in terms of isotherms, chromosomes, dactyls, pelecypods and other signs of their professions that it would seem at first hearing that they had adopted a polysyllabic Esperanto. That this meeting of East and West, and North and South, is not only possible but mutually profitable has been demonstrated by the other two of the American trinity of International Houses. The first of these, chronologically, is located on the campus of Columbia University in New York; the sec ond, in Berkeley, at the University of Cali fornia. The Chicago house will be a central support of this coast to coast bridge of inter national good will. A fourth center will soon be erected in Paris. Mr. John D. Rockefeller, THE NEW CHICAGO INTERNATIONAL HOUSE ON THE MIDWAY Jr., is the founder of all three houses. All had their origin in the remarks of a lonely foreign student in New York. This anonymous young man or woman met Mr. Harry Edmonds, who later became the director of the New York Inter national House, and happened to present the case of the alien to whom New York served up instruction straight without a single drop of the milk of human kindness. This talk led to an investigation and the investigation led to a movement to offer something more than plain class room fare to those men and women who traveled great distances and in curred great expense to study in America. This extra-curricular provision for students was first dispensed in 1910 at a series of Sun day suppers. These were so successful that they have not only continued without inter ruption for twenty-two years but they also suggested the advantages of having foreign students get together for breakfast and din ner as well as supper, and on Mondays to Saturdays as well as Sunday evenings. Mr. John D. Rockefeller, Jr., established the first International House in New York as a "world home" that would not only make the stranger welcome and house him satis factorily but would also give him the oppor tunity to mingle with Americans and students of many other nations and learn to under stand and respect other peoples and cultures than his own. At the cornerstone ceremony of the Chicago House, one of the motivating ideals of the founder was expressed by Dr. Charles W. Gilkey, dean of the University of Chicago Chapel, when he said: "We are laying the cornerstone of a structure of inter national understanding and friendship. This building will be a home for the hope of an international order in the future." Most appropriately, the house is located on the Midway which was, in its inception, an international street. At the time when it teemed •with Egyp tian dancers, Soudanese, Eskimos, Persian swordsmen, Javanese actors and assorted visitors, the infant University of Chicago, standing on the outskirts of the World's Fair, -was struggling hard to keep its mind on history and higher mathematics, "There were more profs than students," runs an old song, "but then we didn't care; They spent their days in research work, their evenings at the Fair." Now, in the words of the Alma Mater, "The City White hath fled the earth, but where the azure waters lie, a nobler city hath its birth, the City Gray that ne'er shall die." That city gray does not rival the World's Fair in the num ber of foreigners whom it attracts to Chicago, yet at any one time it has some five hundred of them among its students and they represent about fifty differ ent nationalities. Now these strangers are again offered a home and a forum on a sub limated Midway where they appear not as freaks in a huge sideshow but as honored guests who come to learn art and science and remain to teach the brotherhood of man. I. he vine covered build ings of the University line the Midway for a full mile. The International House is situ ated at the eastern end of this scholastic row, near the entrance to Jackson Park and on the site of the old Del Prado, famous hotel of World's Fair days. It extends an entire block along the Midway from Dorchester Avenue to Blackstone Avenue and has en trances on all three streets. At the back will be tennis courts and a field for other outdoor sports. The building is now nearing com pletion. Its cost, exclusive of the site, is $2,200,000. Like the other University buildings, the International House is built of Indiana lime stone. It is college Gothic, Chicago style, by Holabird and Root, which means that it is impressive in mass and beautiful in detail. Esthetics, as well as modern demands for light and air, are served by the use of set backs on three sides. The Midway facade is two stories high. The two wings extending back along Blackstone and Dorchester vary from seven to nine stories in height and the intersection of the west and north units is emphasized by a twelve story tower. These four sections enclose a landscaped court where students may take their ease and their tea al fresco. The dormitory units for men and women — with a separate social room for each — are located in the north section. The club fea tures are grouped on the Midway front and in the connecting (Continued on page 64) 30 The Chicagoan Urban Phenomena Patter Picked Up About the Village By Virginia Skinkle WHOOPS and hooray .• . . first thing you know it will be Spring. We've already barged out and bought one of those shiny straw bonnets and there are gay lit tle jugs of tulips and jonquils and narcissi around the place. From Maison Worth come spring coats with padded shoulders and chain fastenings so Easter Sunday will prolly look like a Military Parade • . . which reminds me that the latest wise crack seems to be "Well, goodbye now, be seein' you in Siberia." People are still going away places. . . . Dorothy Aldis "blew" a check she got from a magazine story on jersey pants and white dresses and has gone to McCutcheon's Island in the Bahamas. . . . Louise Juergens is just back from running around the East Laughing and Playing. . . . Mary Gardner is collecting folders on Bermuda and Jamaica cruises. . . . Winnie Wheelerris riding on camels in Egypt. . • . Chuck Bowey unexpectedly discovered himself in Canada. . . . Sam and Jean Pirie are in New York. . . . Jip Peterkin is hiring automobiles and looping around Europe. Have you heard the story about the man who was having an operation? He asked the surgeon whether he would be able to play the violin when he got out of the hospital. The surgeon said that he certainly could which amazed the patient on account of he had never played it before. Speaking of the War (who brought that up?) Bill Smythe says he won't Fight on account of he has been to Japan and he likes those Little Brown People. How ever another Lad we know from Joliet can hardly wait to get into the old khaki and has spent practically every weekend practicing on a rusty old bugle. Spotlight on a court room scene ... an eyetalian couple who spoke little if any eng- lish were trying desperately hard to have their son arrested. It took quite a long time for the judge to discover just what the complaint was. It seems that the boy, a thin faced, long haired aesthetic spent all his time running around telling people not to lie, not to murder, not to steal. The defendant explained that he was merely preaching the commandments and that he intended to make this his life's work. An honorable occupation but what irked the father was the fact that the son's favorite preaching ground was the Western Electric Company where the old man was employed. After all it's no fun being a perfectly honest father and laborer when your son insists on looming up suddenly, pointing his finger and telling you to stop murdering, lying and. steal ing. Somehow it gives the wrong impression. Marty Mann who is now "doing" artistic photographs in a nice little studio- on Bond Street has written an article on .Motoring through Devonshire that will appear in one of the spring issues of Town and Country. Payme and Jay Younglove had an anniversary celebration in the nature of a Wandering In PAUL LEILA WITHERS and Out Party. . . . Mrs. Gardiner Ham mond and Mrs. John Prosser are swimming and golfing and dancing in Miami. . . . Mrs. Harriet Rutlidge and Ann are taking the West Indies Cruise. . . . Leila Withers finally tore herself away from Kansas City and has gone to New York to stay until Easter. . . . Jean Stevens is in the East. . . . Helen Pope has gone back on the Road in a Stock Company. Kay Drake broke her arm while Winter Sporting at Exmoor of a Sunday afternoon . . . the Winter Garden is now the Favorite Night Club. ... Mourning Becomes Electra has caused much conversa tion and two or three lectures. . . . Everyone is humming the music from Band Wagon. . . . Roberta Harvey and Dodie Winter- botham are busily engaged with the Pioneer Meal Fund for the Joint Emergency Relief. . . . The Junior League is working on a Sec ond hand clothes Sale. Ruth Elting can be found every morning working at Emerson House. Maxine Strotz is having her portrait paint ed. . . . J. C. Hemphill is still flirting with the pretty ladies over the top of Anyone's Grand Piano . . . practically everyone and his brother showed up at the Dempsey Fight. . . . There have been some great polo games at the Riding Club. ' **"'' ;' We heard a pretty funny story about Leslie Barrie (one time Star of Journey's End.) It seems that theatre people are forever being invited to Strange and Wonderful Parties by Unknown Hostesses. While he was playing in Washington, Barrie was invited to a Re ception at the home of an Elderly Social Lion. Arriving at the appointed hour he discovered, among a Sea of Unfamiliar Faces, a very at tractive girl he had been in a play with in New York. Perceiving a Stage-like appear ance of drawn curtains across a raised plat form at one end of the room he asked the girl the Why and Wherefore of it all. She ex plained that the Hostess embraced anything Literary and that during the afternoon a Pro gram would be given on the A. A. Milne poems. As a matter of fact The Girl had come all the way from the East to assist with the Entertainment. Finally in the midst of chat ter and tea cups the curtains swung apart and the Girl stood there resplendent in Nurse's Costume. The Social Lion, an Elderly Lady of Em Bon Point dressed in blue rompers and socks looped in from the Wings on a Scooter. The Alfred Grangers have leased their house and are going to Vienna for three years . . . we're all excited about Rue Winterbotham's engagement to Al Shaw. Judith Anderson, all full of Ambition walks to the Theatre every day . , . more notes on Depression . . . sign on a window on Oak Street "For Rent . . . Lingerie" . . . Stop in at Alicia Pratt's Exercise Club and watch the Town's Biggest and Best Matrons doing hand stands and cart wheels . . . Adele Astaire wan ders around with a vanity case in silver the size of a small table top •with a powder puff so big it must have been made to order :~. . the portraits used in Mourning Becomes Electra are composite studies of the three men in the cast painted by Bobby Jones who did the sets . . . and speaking of this play Earle Larrimore who played the Lead in the New York pro duction said he thought it would be a Good Idea to use Strange Interlude as a Curtain Raiser. Rusty Beatty and Jack Fortune are keeping Bachelor Quarters at the Beatty's Palm Beach house . . . ask Fran Weary about her "Retail Feet" . . . seen around Places . . . Lib Drake all in black and white dining at Chez Louie . . . Dotty Wheelock in silver fox and a new spring bonnet all trimmed up in white flowers . . . Kitty Byfield in a dinner gown banded in fur at the Thursday night Theatricals at the College Inn . . . June Provines (Gala World) at a party in a completely swell evening gown of purple chartreuse with a suspender back • • • Peggy Bissell shopping in a beige caracul coat with a sable scarf . . . Jean Richey danc ing in black chiffon at the Winter Garden . . . Mrs. Jimmie Stevenson at a tea at the Casino Club dressed in brown with a Mink coat. Stan Adams who travels around selling things has been in Town running around in a circle . . . Jan and Warren Towle who are now located at March Field in California, are the proud {parents of a brand new son named Charles McNear Towle . . . Dick Gunthorpe and wife are bound for Bermuda . . . Mickey McCrae (Kansas City) has been up here stay ing at 885. .. . 'Bye Now. March, 1932 31 CARL SANDBURG HARRIET MONROE GEORGE DILLON SAMUEL PUTNAM EUNICE TIETJENS JESSICA NELSON NORTH SYMPOSIUM The Questionnaire That Bagged the Chicago Poets 1. HAS CHICAGO EVER CAUSED YOU TO WRITE IN A MANNER ESSENTIALLY CHAR ACTERISTIC OF IT? 2. AS A POET, WHAT PART OF YOUR LIFE- INSTINCTIVE, EMOTIONAL, INTELLECTUAL —IS MOST STIMULATED BY CHICAGO? JOHN DRURY JUN FUJITA 3. QUOTE A FEW LINES OF YOUR WORK WHICH FOR YOU MOST NEARLY EXPRESS "REALITY." JEAN TOOMER BLANCHE MATTHIAS ELDER OLSON AGNES LEE GLADYS CAMPBELL STERLING NORTH 32 The Chicagoan Bagging the Chicago Poet Sixteen Answers to a Courageously Composed Questionnaire B31 Mark Turbyfill IMAGINE a human Chicago, conscious of body, emotion, intellect. Imagine her a poet, doing her three-fold work with sensation, emotion, thought. Doing anything less she would not be herself, Chicago: her thought alone would not look ahead toward the poem to be; her emotion would not desire the future; her body would lie on the lake-front, a crumbling torso. If Chicago were a poet, humanly at work, she would express her self fully, consciously, concurrently. There are many poets in Chicago. But is there any Chicago in the poets? Ask them, and most of them are either emphatic in denying it, or indecisive in considering it. Few affirm it proudly, conclusively. The Chicago poet, if he exists, may have profited by the unfortu nate experience of that fabulous animal, the unicorn, which was dis covered to possess a touching weakness for purity and innocence. Nowadays, when hunters set out to track the Chicago poet down, and for bait place Miss Chicago in the field, the poet will not, attracted by the "vapours of virginity," approach, lay his head in her deceitful lap, and fall asleep. No — if he sings of the stock-yards, or of the noises of the loop, he will not admit "Chicago poet" to be his name. That elusive creature, the Chicago poet, cannot be taken alive. Yet the trap is ever set for him. Less reliable even than the lie detec tor are the questions which have been devised in an attempt to en snare the poet's instinct, emotion, and intellect. Sometimes he will hover around Miss Chicago's trap, thrust in a tentative emotion, a lock of hair, or even his head. To bag him "body and soul" would be a magnificent catch. However, if a glimpse of him is caught, he appears to be swiftly on the way, like a winged, but headless, Victory of Samothrace. The questionnaire with which I baited my fragile trap is displayed on the opposite page. Responses of my prey, quite unpoetically iden tified by numeral, follow: By GLADYS CAMPBELL (1.) I haven't any notion what manner of writing is essentially characteristic of Chicago. The thing unique about its spirit is that its ruthless vitality runs into forms of beauty, cruelty, and bravado, but never is expressed in the gestures of the smart aleck. Whether this reflects in its writing I do not know. (2.) As a person, and therefore a poet when I am one, I am stimulated in all ways by Chicago. I particularly like the haste, the noise, and the violence when I am strong enough to stand it. But I never feel an urge to write about it. (3.) Through glass I have watched the gardens of the sea Where gold and purple fish move quietly Among wide leaves that bend in tides so slow That days are measured as they come and go. Perhaps at last these gentle aisles will ta\e me, Use me, changing me, until they ma\e me Quiet as the empty shells that lie Deep in the sand. No one will \ruow that I Who shran\ from sound to sleep among the dumb Waited for a sound that did not come. By GEORGE DILLON (1.) Evidently not. (2.) I am excited in every way by the life around me, as I should be in any other place where there are people, books, trees, flowers, music, the water and the sky. (3.) Poetry does not express reality. It achieves it. By JOHN DRURY (1.) Not directly. Although much of it reflects Chicago phases and angles, the style of the poetry in my book is "literary" — written in the free verse mode which was prevalent at the time I first, began writing poetry. But didn't Chicago, through Harriet Monroe and her magazine, give vigorous impetus to the idea of freedom in poetical composition? And isn't freedom one of the essential characteristics of Chicago? (2.) Chicago stimulates me emotionally. I am thrilled by its daily and nightly Wild West melodrama; annoyed by its adding- machine materialism; amazed by the soaring white lyricism of its sky scrapers; excited by the gypsy colors of its foreign districts, and glad that I am a son of its turbulent streets. (3.) Forlorn cry of a train whistle Far in the blea\ March night, What dusty dim lost door Do you open in the deeps of my being? What vistas do you show Where sagging forests of sadness Cast their chill shadows Across my self-sufficiency? What unguessed stirrings do you bring, O shrill steel cry, Far in the blea\ wet night? By JUN FUJITA (1.) That the manner in which I write is essentially characteristic of Chicago is more than I would like to assume. However, two things are vitally affecting my writing: The first is Chicago, including the surrounding prairies, steel mills, and sand dunes. The second is my hereditary traits. (2.) In spite of the Gray Towers, the Purple Gowns, and the parade of intelligentsia, my intellectual life has been sadly unstimu lated. The odor of the stock yards is famous, yet my instinct has never developed accordingly. But my emotional life has been mould ed by Chicago — its river, its neglected back yards, gunning gangsters, bankers, and women. (3.) The prairie night deepens with frost. Like a passing dream The whistle of a train Fades over the horizon. By AGNES LEE (1.) I suppose that even unconsciously one's environment tells in one's work, and that therefore Chicago must have spoken through me, though I could hardly say how or exactly when. (2.) My life by Lake Michigan and the companionship of beings who are the spiritual breath of Chicago. (3.) Men of today, build strong! The price we \now. Bring to the land new steel, new stone, new faces'. But it's in the crannies of the old, old places The flowers grow. By MAURICE LESEMANN (1.) I don't know. I can't tell. I was born here. I have spent more time here than anywhere else. Maybe for that reason I am always being stirred up more by other places, especially open country, the Southwest deserts and the North Woods. Perhaps I write about them in a manner characteristic of Chicago, but I'd have a hard time telling. (2.) Though I'm always being stirred up by other places, my roots are in Chicago. It's my place. I'd be happy to leave it for long intervals, but it is part of me — too much a part to allow me to isolate it and say, "It's greatest stimulation has been emotional, or intellec tual, or of any such category." March, 1932 33 (3.) At lost it has come again, a dark, flow in the blood, A dar\ flow of sweet life, like an acequia long dry And flooding with wild rain. . . . By BLANCHE MATTHIAS (1.) I was born in Chicago, but evidently not to the manner, if there is one. (2.) From contact with Chicago: Instinct becomes protective and issues taboos. Intellect amusingly critical and alert. Emotion pene trates deeper depths and vaster heights. It takes an amount of ex perience with time and space far away from Chicago before I know which part of life she has most stimulated. (3.) I think of Reality in poetic endeavor as being an expressed moment of perfection. By HARRIET MONROE (1.) What about these poems, in my book Tiow and I, published by Macmillan? Night in State Street, The Turbine, At Twilight, A Festival in Ogden Par\? And The Columbian Ode itself, written for Chicago's greatest festival? (2.) Oh, Chicago is in me, a part of me, as I am a small part of her. I shall never lose sight of Lake Michigan, no matter how far I travdi. Oh a grand old time has the earth In the long long life she lives — A grand old time at her wor\ sublime As she labors and laughs and gives! By JESSICA NELSON NORTH (1.) Chicago has always seemed to me essentially a city of ideals, with as many successes as failures, full of youth and enthusiasm. If any characteristic in my writing has been typical of Chicago, it is a certain buoyancy in the face of disillusionment. (2.) My intellectual life has been stimulated by the casual and delightful contacts with Chicago's intelligent people, and my emo tional life has been allowed to remain much as it was before I met them. Chicago has no closed corporation of intelligentsia within which one must conform to standards. (3.) Morning comes on and you will soon awa\e, The moonlight dwindles. Out of the east, over the rousing la\e, A gray day \indles. There will be wind today and every gust Will stir a whirlpool in the shining road. Dust in the toind and sunlight on the dust. Kites in the wind, and little boys at play. Life will go strongly forward as it must. . . . By STERLING NORTH (1.) Chicago has never caused me to write in a manner charac teristic of Chicago except in a few isolated cases which for the most part were experimental. Chicago is too chaotic to assimilate, and assimilation is essential to lyric poetry. (2.) The city appeals to me more from an intellectual than an emotional angle. Chicago is a city of emotional half-truths from which I veer. (3.) Impotent as a tired wind in brown grass Or leaf on a slow stream, she sits beside the fire Having no dream for earth or any lover. She has forgotten now, or only half remembers, How children came each year with planting grain (Warm lips upon her breast) And you might never \now by looking on her face How once she loved the wild la\e And clover sweet with rain. By ELDER OLSON (1.) If there is any poetry in any city, I think it lies in the faith implicit in the building of it. This faith may have influenced me, together with the sheer wilderness of buildings. But the imminent Chicago of sweat and smoke seems utterly irrelevant. My poems are meant to be a hard-fought compromise with reality rather than an exact picture of it. (2.) As to the instinctive, I could not say. But intellectually I have been influenced by the straight lines and the cool severity; and emotionally, by the conception of so many people, all invisibly and variously animated, and all following blindly like children after the Pied Piper. (3.) You turn again to the dumb endless urging Of faces like pale leaves past the dim pane. The silence, surging In a tall flood li\e sleep, stills wind and rain. Only the pulsing feet beat ceaselessly Li\e resolute rain. The faces glimmer white, The faces li\e pale leaves blown desolately Past the dim pane. Thin rain flawing the night. By SAMUEL PUTNAM (1.) A man cannot escape his roots; Henry James is our most American writer. There must be something of Chicago's sap in all I do; but there is also Salem, Mass., Paris, France, — and that remote, elusive "Chicago," four-square and satisfying, which I carry around inside me. (2.) Emotionally, Chicago is for me a dead love: physically daz zling, utterly soul-less. That monument of ugliness, the Wrigley Tower, that miracle of lights on the lake-front once inspired cerebral creation — once. But now, the wraith of a gesture rises from a buried stream, and I can only name it: Instinct. (3.) If I could succeed in writing ten lines that would approxi mate, to any satisfying degree, such approximations to reality as I have been able to achieve, I should feel that my job as a writer was done. By CARL SANDBURG (1.) I believe so, though maybe not. What constitute the "essen tial characteristics" of any city is anybody's guess. (2.) As a psychologist, I am too much of a hobo to give a reply of value to your investigation. (3.) Put the city up; tear the city down; put it up again; let us find a city. Let us remember the little violet-eyed man who gave all, praying, "Dig and dream, dream and hammer, till your city comes." The city is a tool-chest opened every day, a time cloc\ punched every morning, a shop door, bun\ers and over' alls counting every day. The city is a balloon and a bubble plaything shot to the sky every evening, whistled in a ragtime jig down the sunset. The city is made, forgotten, and made again, truc\s hauling it away haul it bac\ steered by drivers whistling ragtime against the sunsets." By PEARL ANDELSON SHERRY (1.) As far as I am able to discern, Chicago has had no influence upon me stylistically, though I was born in Chicago and am com pletely a product of it, never having ventured far away. Neverthe less, I myself feel that I should have written in very much the same manner if I had been born anywhere else. (2.) I have probably been most stimulated by Chicago in a sub terranean way; unconsciously; that is, instinctively. I have never deliberately set out to be stimulated by Chicago. What it has given me it has given of its own accord. That to me is inseparable from the rest of my experience. (3.) Clay 'white, flowing as Time flows, without motion, As through an artery from the heart of the city flows The river. Pulse of factory; commotion Of locomotive. Strength follows where the stream flows. Comatose, with no memory of once the trees and reeds. Nor memory of shadowed gulls wheeling an arc Over a young stream between green of elm and of oa\. Incurious at the where'to scattered seeds. (Continued on page 74) 34 The Chicagoan PROMINENTS AND THEIR PETS The Thirty-First Annual Chicago Kennel Club show, at the First Regiment Armory, Ivlarch 25, 26, 27, ma\es timely these photographs by Paul Stone-Raymor , Ltd., of lovely young Chicagoans and their charges. MISSES JEANNE AND KATHERINE STREET AND TINY AND PEGGY, THEIR PEKINGESE. MISS VALERIA HARRIS AND CINDERS, HER SPANIEL. ¦HE- MISS JANE DARLING AND BUSTER, HER SMOOTH-COATED FOX TERRIER. MRS. IRVING M. FAUVRE AND HER FRENCH BULLDOG, FIFI. March, 1932 35 FEMININE FASHIONABLES AND MRS. RALEIGH CHINN AND HER WIRE, VIMY RIDGE BLANK CHEQUE MISS JANE MARTIN AND JIMSIE, HER SCOTTISH TERRIER MISS ADELAIDE ATKINS AND BILLY BLACK, HER SPANIEL MRS. WILLIAM RYAN AND PETER, A GERMAN SHEPHERD 36 The Chicagoai THEIR FASHIONABLE CANINES MISS PEGGY GLIDDEN AND KELDIE, HER SCOTTISH TERRIER MISS RUTH CROSSETT AND HER BELGIAN POLICE, DICKIE MISS BETTY KELLOGG WITH BUDDY, HER GERMAN SHEPHERD MISS JANET KIRK WITH HER DIMINUTIVE CAIRN, NUBBY March, 1932 37 FIFTH ANNIVERSARY FOTOM Si THE THEORY THAT ONE INTERESTED ENOUGH Oj£ A MAGAZINE TO BUY AND READ IT MAY BE *£tLDLY INTERESTED IN A BACK-OF-THE-SCENES J>Tt IMPSE OF THAT MAGAZINE IN PRODUCTION— AS <^WE DROPS BACKSTAGE DURING A FOLLIES OR <^OES THE STUDIOS WHILE IN HOLLYWOOD— MR. JORDAN ESCORTS SUCH A ONE THROUGH THE PRO CESSES RESULTANT IN FABRICATION OF THE PRES ENT PUBLICATION. AT UPPER LEFT HE SURPRISES THE EDITORIAL WORK BENCH IN ACCUSTOMED DISARRAY, MANUSCRIPT AND PHOTOGRAPH, PASTE- POT AND DUMMY PAGE IN READY REACH OF THE EDITORIAL FINGERS SEEN, RIGHT AND A LITTLE DOWNSTAGE, OCCUPIED WITH AN UNIDENTIFIED CIGARETTE AND THE INEVITABLE PENCIL POISED ABOVE A BIT OF COPY THAT WILL GO PRESENTLY INTO KEEPING OF THOSE FLEETER FINGERS, RIGHT AND UPSTAGE, ADDRESSING A LINOTYPE IONTAGE KEYBOARD MAGICALLY RELATED TO THE MELT- ING POT BELOW WHENCE COMES THE STUFF OF uFJr£H,F2UNTED DREAMS ARE SPUN. CAMERA IN HAND, YOUR ESCORT FOLLOWS THIS BIT OF COPY, «™ CLOCK TURNS, TO PRESS AND FOLDING MACHINE, THENCE TO THE BINDER AND THE PER- -A CAMERA CONCEPTION SONABLE YOUNG WOMAN WHO WILL STACK THE UNCUT COPIES FOR THE FLASHING TRIMMING KNIVES ABOVE HER HEAD. RETURNING TO HIS STARTING POINT, MR. JORDAN PILOTS A CON SIGNMENT OF PHOTOGRAPHS DOWNSTAGE TO THE GHOSTLY DOMAIN OF THE PHOTO-ENGRAVER, TO THE MASSIVE CAMERA, TO THE VACUUM PRINTING RACK, RIGHT TO THE ACID BATH AND UPSTAGE A LITTLE TO THE ROUTING MACHINE, THEN DOWN- BY HENRY C, JORDAN! STAGE TO THE DELICATE ATTENTION OF Ti75. ETCHER'S TOOL. THUS THE PRODUCTION OF tSJ^ CHICAGOAN, A PRODUCTION "MATERlALIZFn i?^ CHICAGO MINDED CHICAGOANS, OUT OF Ta^ STUFF THAT IS CHICAGO," WITH PRINTING Bv ftS§> WELL PRINTING AND BINDING COMPANY £*V^" GRAVING BY NATIONAL ENGRAVING COMT»a££*^ PAPER BY WEST VIRGINIA PULP AND PAPER r^^^ PANY AND BIRTHDAY ENTHUSIASM BY THE ST a*^ * northwestern and Wisconsin Wm^mW^^^^0*> C* HE 1 "* |^ J * ' W 1 j M 1 % i ii w 5 ¦ JL^ \^^^l Hh^J^^^0^^Jt £ * ^^1 V ^^^*| ^^| EIGHT NORTHWESTERN CO-EDS IN THE FAN BALLET OF STEP THIS WAY THE TOE BALLET FROM STEP THIS WAY CHARLES APLEY AND BONNIE BAL- LANTINE, LEADS IN "STEP THIS WAY," GIVEN AT THE NEW EVANS- TON THEATRE, MARCH 8-12 DAVID GEORGE, LEFT, IS LEADING LADY IN "LUCKY BREAKS,'" THE UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN SHOW, EIGHTH STREET THEATRE, APR. 14 PAUL STONE-RAYMOR, LTD COLLEGIANS TURN TO THESPIS "STEP THIS WAY" IS BY DARREL WARE, '29, FROM A STORY BY DALE FISHER if; i ¦ ,'.--"5S\\ 1... ^^0^% m£* Wdy ^*t ;\ 1*. •.'"'¦;-'¦,,¦'. JQW- ySSf. n MB «['"'¦ • 1 :-Tl„ **mm*~ \ NORTHWESTERN'S CHORUS IN CONTRASTING COLORS pug rentner, virginia lewis and loretta white are among the prin cipals in north- western's annual pro DUCTION FRED WIPPERMAN IS THE MAN AND FRANCIS FLYNN, ALSO A MAN, IS THE GIRL PRINCI PALLY INVOLVED I N WISCONSIN ' S "LUCKY breaks" AUL STONE'RAYMOK, LTD. RITA GRISWOLD LAURA DODGE "Northwestern for her Pretty Girls" An Octette of Northwestern Co-eds Who Participated, in the Beauty Competition MARGUERITE HERON LORETTA WHITE \UL STONE-RAYMOR, LTD. BONNIE BALLANTINE LIBBY TOWN SEND ' JEAN THACKERY MARGARET HUTH 42 The Chicagoan WORLD TRAVELER EWINO GALLOWAY ANCIENT WELSH FAMILY SEAT OF THE CARNAR- VONS WHO SOUGHT EVEN OLDER RELICS IN EGYPT LEGENDS AND SONG HANG OVER THE TOWERS OF RHINE CASTLES AND TERRACED : GERMAN HILLSIDES The Season Comes Apace Murmurs from Abroad By Lucia Lewis IT all comes of a glamorous spring twilight. All winter, somehow, Europe is just a place with a lot — a headachey lot — of political and financial news. But comes an unexpected spring day and that queer feeling in the air, a sense of expectancy, of something (not prosperity) just around the corner. And in the wistfulness of twilight one begins think ing of the way the green of Ireland is splashed against the ocean, of whitewashed huts shin ing on old world hillsides, the red apple cheeks of Brittany children, and a mannerchor tuning up in a Munich garden. It is easy enough to forego a trip abroad when one balances books in midwinter but just a few dreamy days in early spring, and it be comes the most important idea of the year. Certainly, if there is any way at all to accom plish it, the European trip of 1932 should be the most pleasant in many many years. Pleas ant to the purse, for rates on everything are down to what looks like an absolute minimum and they tell me hotels, shops, even taxi-drivers abroad have scaled their charges down to fit the new-sized purse of the traveler. Then, too, though this idea may not loom so pleasantly to the purveyors of travel services, Europe is going to be more serenely Europe this year. Paris won't be surrendered to the Americans for the summer, one won't meet carousing compatriots and troops of earnest sightseers wherever one turns, quaint little restaurants and pleasant hotels won't, be so jammed with travelers that they must abandon their old standards, forget charm and "tend hotfoot to raking in the dollars. Europe, in short, is twice Europe when one does not stumble over tourists at every turn. One of the chief charms of the continent is the fact that century after century, whether it be war, famine, or just a depression, holidays and celebrations go . on as usual. This year, too, big things are planned for the fiestas, the races, the Season, and you will find Paris, Berlin, and all the other high spots gayer than ever. If you go in for gath ering the flavor of celebrations you can do any kind, from the Eucharistic Congress in Ireland to the May Day celebrations in Moscow. Goethe is being hoched in Germany as he died just a hundred years ago. Even if you travel without much care about official celebrations they react to the pleasure of the tourist because special arrangements, special trips and rates may be used to advan tage. There are, for instance, several spring cruises in April in time to make the May Day in Moscow which give one an opportunity to do Russia and Europe at just about the happi est time of the year and at rates lower than the old low winter rates. Because of the Eucharistic Congress Ireland is furbishing up its facilities and making things easy with exciting zeal. They have a pleas ant motto in their determination to "modernise but not vulgarise." Hotels are more comfort able, transportation is facilitated, but Ireland retains all its freshness and glamour. Even if you can spend only a short time in the luscious isle there is something so eternally refreshing CANADIAN PACIFIC CARTS STILL JOUNCE ALONG IRISH ROADS about its pure greenness, it heathery loveliness and the magic beauty that hangs over it that you must stop over. Under a new arrange ment for the spring and summer season you can purchase a ten-day contract ticket which entitles you to travel anywhere you please and as much as you please on the southern railways — a nice habit of these European roads which makes you feel as privileged as a railroad president. There are features of the Goethe celebration which ought to be as interesting to the traveler in Germany as any Oberammergau Year. In July at Frankfort the famous German Saengerbunds, will gather for an unusually impressive festival. The sing ing societies are such an integral part of Ger man culture that anyone interested in the country should seize the opportunity to hear them en masse. Goethe was born in Frankfort- on-Main but left his impress on many places in Germany. Weimar should be visited, both for its own sake and because the Goethe house here is a fascinating spot. The rooms are pre cisely as they were in the writer's day and indicate as nothing else could the many-sided interests and wide culture of the man. Many fine paintings and treasures collected by him in his Italian trips are preserved here. The garden with the trees and bushes he planted is just as it was when he pursued his botanical studies and relaxed in its shade. One sees his book-lined library and working room where he paced up and down dictating monumental works and the chair into which he sank calling for "more light, more light" as he died. And there is the mark of Goethe in Leipzig where Auerbach's wine cellar is still redolent of Faustus and the Student Goethe who sipped wine in its dim rooms and dreamed of the days when Faustus rode out of the same cellar on his winecask. Whatever historians may have to say about the episode, the tradition endures. March, 1932 4} THE HOLIDAY RUSH AND REMISOFF FIGURE State Street BY RUTH VAN SICKLE FORD Snow in the Par\, BY AGNES POTTER VAN RYN Stock, Show, AN ETCHING BY BEATRICE LEVY OF AN EVENT OF THE ANNUAL CLASSIC IN THE INTERNATIONAL AMPHITHEATRE IN THE UNION STOCK YARDS 44 The Chicagoan AN ORIGINAL DRAWING BY ROWLANDSON FOR The Tour of Doctor Syntax. The Way of All Flesh by gross. Winterscape What's Going On and What Isn't in the World of Art By Marguerite B. Williams THE worst news from the front in the art world is that artists' materials are not coming down. Dealers in paints and brushes are sticking to their guns, and are keeping the price of oil paint ingredients in the class with such commodities as milk and telephone calls. The reason for this is that a large number of people who are now finding themselves with spare time on their hands have turned amateur and are dabbling in paint and clay. Dropping in at the Art Institute on a Mon day evening, I found Fullerton Hall full of people of all ages, avidly making charcoal sketches by the light of the great crystal chan delier. A handsome athlete was posing as a runner and young George Buehr, with paper and chalks, was doing the coaching. The class was not drawing to music that night, as they sometimes do when Dudley Watson presides, and this may have been the reason why the drawings were so bad. Almost as terrible were the oils and water colors I saw being made in Blackstone Hall, one afternoon, by 'Nita Burnham's "non-pro fessionals." They were painting the Gothic doorways and tombs, making believe they were on a sketching tour of Spain and Italy. And what a good time they were having! Only a kill-joy would dampen such ardor, especially as the Art Institute needs all the funds it can get just now. Everywhere you go to day you hear of people being initiated into the rites of painting and modelling — of private lessons in artists' studios, classes at twenty-five cents a night at Hull House, and free classes and free materials for the unemployed at the Business Men's Art Club. This should be a banner year for the No- Jury show. Already the Art Institute has put its stamp of approval on the amateur spirit. At the American show there was a naive canvas of a Victorian mansion 'with swans in the garden by Dell Norris, and at the Chicago show a prim bouquet and dish of fruit on a doily signed Pera B. Both are obscure artists, never heard of before, apparently amateurs whose unique personalities outweigh their technical shortcomings. They are simple souls with traces of Rousseau's precise and ingenu ous viewpoint. Rousseau is the incentive back of the ama teur movement, yet how many of this new army of amateurs possess his curious, closed nature, that never burst open the chrysalis of childhood? More, of course. There can be only one Rousseau — which perhaps is just as well. The power and pelf of czars and kings that have passed into retro spect is brought vividly to mind by two col lections exhibited here this winter. A crowd milled about the Czarina's bejeweled easter egg in the collection of Czarist treasure at Marshall Field's just as it did about Queen Marie on her visit here. The gorgeous baub- ble, in which there is more history than art, is the last word in the sort of craftsmanship and niggling display that blossomed so luxuri antly in the royal families of the past cen tury. It is covered with pink enamel and dia monds and has a little screen of landscape miniatures that folds up inside. Another souvenir of royal grandeur cal culated to dazzle the eye of democratic Chi cago, a product of about the same decadent period as the Easter egg, is Sir John Nayler's de luxe book, The Coronation of George IV, in Mrs. James Ward Thome's collection of English books at the Art Institute. It is an "elephant folio," resplendent with gold letter ing and color plates of gorgeous knights. So lavish was Sir John's original plan that the publication had to be toned down before it could prove anything but a dead loss to its publishers. Mrs. Thome's copy is one of the few ever finished on the original grand scale. Another was owned by the royal family of Holland. Mrs. Thome's collection of books and il lustrations is one of the most entertaining shown at the Art Institute for a long time. It displays the many and diverse ways that color printing, aquatints, Baxter prints and mezzo tints, were used in eighteenth and nineteenth century England; and it includes such popular curiosities as peep shows, spool panoramas, needle cases, and more pretentious quartos and folios of scenery and landscape gardening. In the latter the before-and-after effects of the gardens were demonstrated by ingeniously overlapping one picture over another. A healthy antidote to some of these Vic torian trifles are the many vigorous works of Rowlandson, who, as the rollicking old Dr. Syntax, rides forth on his steed on all kinds of escapades, principally with the ladies. Al together Mrs. Thome's collection is an invigo rating tonic for Anglomaniacs. Toward the last of the month Mrs. Thome's books will be replaced by the etching exhibition which this year, managed by the Art Institute instead of the Chicago Society of Etchers, is expected to be more thoroughly international in scope. It no doubt will be more modern, whether the sales records soars as high or not. However, etch ing has never been as popular with the mod erns as lithography or wood engraving, partly because no presiding genius has yet risen to take the place of Whistler (unless perhaps it is Griggs), and partly because it is a more difficult medium. It is perhaps significant that the French etcher, Laboreur, who has origi nated such a crisp stylized technique, fell onto the medium by scratching little pictures on cartridges when he was in the trenches. What the English have done to get away from Whistler's sketchy style has been to return to the precision and detail of Durer and the first engravers. Ameri- (Continued on page 64) March, 1932 45 VERREE TEASDALE Half of one of the best looking couples who ever exchanged stage \isses, a pair suggesting the ew genie Utopia so dear to the heart of Bernarr Mac Fadden, Miss Teasdales blonde loveliness is a perfect foil for the dar\ menace of Walter Wool/. Every evening you may find this stately lady at the Selwyn Theatre, where her suave coolness not only thwarts the predatory desires oj the rampant Woolf, but also tames the play Wright's most unruly lines into agreeable if nocuousness. Such experience as hers is neces sary to play Experience Unnecessary. Furies in New England Eugene 0 Neill Transplants Some Well Known Greeks By William C Boyden TS Mourning Becomes Electra a great play? Will ambitious theatre groups revive it in the year 2032? I approach the question with humility and a frankly confessed con fusion. The grandeur of O'Neill's conception, the almost unbearable torture of some of the stxii.es, the splendor achieved by the actors (certainly a factor in testing a play) lead one to hazard the guess that here is a play destined for immortality. Yet a vague dissatisfication gnaws at my intellectual vitals. It is hard to say exactly why. Perhaps it is that O'Neill interprets life so much in terms of abnormal psychology, rather than psychology in terms of life. Hamlet undoubtedly had his complexes, but Shakespeare never read Freud, so we are free to translate Hamlet's actions into terms of subconscious motives according to our own conceptions. The modern Electra is definitely labeled as a girl with a father-fixation follow ing the paternal image through recurrent sexual urges. It is so with all O'Neill's char acters. They act in strict accordance with the dictates of the Vienna school of psychiatry. Perhaps O'Neill's plays would more surely achieve greatness if his people were not chained so closely to these psychological for mulas, if they were not removed by their ab stract quality from the realm of common recognition. Judith Anderson and Florence Reed are magnificent in their heart-chilling renditions of Electra and Clytemnestra. So bitterly poig nant is the emotion they project that one is relieved that a stylization in the Greek tradi tion — mask-like faces, measured movements, spaced speeches — tends further to cast a spell of unreality over the. proceedings. By contrast, Walter Abel is more literal and believable as Orestes. He plays with admirable restraint a part which might tempt an actor to febrile excesses. Otto Kruger's Counsel' lor'at-Law, practicing nightly at the Selwyn, would probably not be offered a parnership by Winston, Strawn 6? Shaw or Wilson & Mcllvaine. Yet this Steuerish sort of lawyer, with his sensational connivings, is distinctly topical, colorful and meaty with dramatic pos sibilities, of which the observant Elmer Rice has fully availed himself. In fact, the play is overloaded with plots and local color. All of which may militate against a second award of the Pulitzer Prize to Mr. Rice (Counsellor^' Law is no Street Scene), but does not prevent the show from being rich and tangy entertain ment. The photographic detail of law office routine carries many a chuckle for members of the trade. There is the gabby phone girl, the office boy reading the rape cases (I once fired a lad for just that thing), the bright young clerk from Harvard who does the work, the secretary taking down the dangerous tele phone conversation, and innumerable other bits of inside stuff. Some criticism of the Counsellor has been voiced on the ground that he is an unbelievable character, a modern Robin Hood, shaking down the rich to spread largesse among down-and-outers. I submit that a Ghetto boy who earns $100,000 fees would act in such a manner. Otto Kruger persuas ively suggests the Jewish lawyer in everything but race. The large supporting cast is a triumph of type-casting, with an extra loud cheer for Anne Teeman, Mary Servoss and Clara Langsner," respectively the secretary, wife and mother of our courtroom hero. Harry Mervis appears briefly and efficiently. Shows which have had Broadway gaga for a season are likely to coast into considerable Chicago patronage on the strength thereof. Au contraire, they have to be pretty hot stuff not to let down those lured to the theatre by that cajoling Circe whose modern name is Ballyhoo. The Band Wagon (Illinois) is a case in point. Spies in the East ern metropolis have reported that here is the ne plus ultra of intimate revues. Broadway has donned sack-cloth because Adele Astaire is leaving the stage to infuse new blood into the English nobility. In fact, it has all been most frightfully important. And the answer? Well, The Band Wagon may overcome its handicap, as Three's a Crowd did not, and bring into circulation a lot of hoarded dol lars. It contains much bravura stuff, most of which is contributed by Fred Astaire. This dapper lad who dances with such marvellous sense of time seems to be training for the im minent day when he must work alone. In deed, Adele does little but second her brother in such engaging dance numbers as Hoops and White Heat. Fred is the crux of I Love Louisa, T^ew Sun in the S\y and the delight ful Beggar Waltz, as well as serving in the skits as an able colleague of that droll fellow, Frank Morgan. Youse raddio fans have heard High and Low and Dancing in the Dar\, so why waste space remarking that they are good songs? Although The Band Wagon is full of Astaires, no one would classify it "astaireble." On the contrary, it is good. When Walter Woolf walks across the stage one instinctively looks for the soldier chorus and listens for the first notes of a stirring march song. And if one is facetiously minded, he thinks of the climax to that famous naughty story, "For God's sake, sing!" Yet Herr Woolf is a wholesome chap with his halfback physique and unpretentious miming. To this fact, and to the cool loveliness of Verree Teasdale, Experience Unnecessary (Harris) owes its escape from banality. Rumor hath it that this blunt fable was con siderably deloused after its New York premiere. But do not let this deter you, if you want to shop for a bit of vicarious sex some warm evening. The Sandy Hoo\er (Cort) is as brazen as an urchin sticking out his tongue at a silk- hatted deacon. Built around one of those marriages with benefit of alcohol, it gives Edna Hibbard a chance to insult a high-hat family to her heart's content and to the not inconsiderable amusement of the audience. I wish this Hibbard girl would get a real play. She puts a pungent edge to her delivery of the wise-crack so that the offense is fairly purged from the most meretricious material. Even here, where license runs riot, her pagan candor tallies the laughs far ahead of the blushes. James Spottswood aids and abets. Maude Adams! The first toss of her head, while that unforgettable smile broke in radiance all over her face, swept aside the memory of a thousand plays and took me back thirty years to the same Studebaker Theater (was it the Studebaker?) on a day when my mother took me to see Peter Pan. It was my first play, a new world, and one that has meant much to me ever since. Par don the moisture in my eyes and the quiver of my lip. I am not alone in this reverence for my childhood memory of Maude Adams. The amazing success of her tour in The Mer chant of Venice, which would not of itself draw vast crowds into long neglected theaters, and in a part which cries loudly for youthful interpretation, testifies to the well remembered glamour of her personality. Under the spell of a childhood infatuation it is difficult, if not impossible to achieve any sane critical point of view. My poor reason, struggling through, tells me that the present production is more of a stunt than a competent performance of The Merchant. Certainly Otis Skinner offers a very blurred and diffused Shylock. Yet three hours in the company of Maude Adams is delight enough. "Wanted — a librettist. Apply stage door of Grand Opera House. Splendid materials to work with. Exceptional opportunity for the right man." If this hypothetical adver tisement were answered by the right man, Smiling Faces might be one of Fred Stone's best shows. The stuff is there; the beloved Fred himself, dancing more wisely but still well, struggling to get his usual grotesque comedy out of some of the stalest gags ever perpetrated; the decent wholesomeness and spritely stepping of daughter Paula, greatly developed in poise now that she has to carry the filial burden alone; Hope Emerson, the Tarzan woman; Billy Taylor, the bored boy with the nimble hoofs; a versatile British lad named Roy Royston likewise suffering from a case of senile gagitis; and a quite passable score. All these spicy condiments ought to make a good stew. A little doctoring by a smart chef and the dish can be recommended. Yascha Yushny is a good business man, as well as a fair Conferencier (high-hat for Mas ter of Ceremonies). With a group of about fifteen performers who appeared to be Russian peasants, none of them particularly talented, he put on his Blue Bird Revue in the conven tional Chauve-Souris fashion, and did a fair business for a few weeks at the Studebaker. March, 1932 47 Of Thee I Sing A Distinguished Chicagoan Salutes the First President By Robert Pollak THE fact that John Carpenter's Song of Faith, for chorus and orchestra, drew as much comment from local society editors as from local musical critics is no true indication of the merits of the piece. The sculptured bust, symphonic poem or lengthy ode prepared with malice aforethought for some public occasion rarely turns out to be an enduring success. The hullabaloo in the news papers over Carpenter's work can only be con fusing to those of us already bothered by Representative Sol Bloom's private celebration in honor of one George Washington. It must, in fact, be disturbing to Carpenter himself whose admiration for Washington bespeaks it self so eloquently in the text and score of the Song of, Faith. I cannot imagine that he is impressed with the contemporary effort to sell Washington back to the country with press agent and camera man. Nor is it his fault that the deliberate timeliness of the Song of Faith evokes more hysterical adulation than dignified appraisal. It is almost enough to say of this particular opus that it specifically avoids the self -con sciousness connected with bicentennials, jubi lees, flag-raisings and unveilings, and that it lacks any suggestion of musical chauvinism. The line of the composition is spare and re strained, but never austere. The first sec tion, in which the chorus is introduced with the phrase "Come now, hear our song," is singularly moving and sweet. In fact when ever Carpenter's text calls for placid and ten der orchestral moods the composition speaks with a magistral voice. It slips from its own standard in only one spot, where the chorus enters on the words, "Oh, hear the band, the Yankee band." At this point neither the thematic treatment nor the character of the climax is wholly satisfying. Carpenter, his own Narrator and a good one, reads from an invisible post excerpts from the writings of Washington. "We must not despair, the game is yet in our hands." This single sen tence, pregnant with meaning for the Ameri cans of 1932, illuminates Carpenter's purpose in writing the Song of Faith. If his music is meant to comfort and encourage, it succeeds. The choral duties for this twentieth pro gram of the Symphony season fell to Noble Cain's choir which sang a Bach motet a cap' pella and a foursome of songs. To Cain must go generous credit for training so skillfully a non-professional group. As a choirmaster he is sometimes an unpleasant extremist. His Bach was too fast, too brilliant. He demands the most dramatic contrasts in dynamics and as a result much of his production is without nuance or subtlety. In delicate works like Morley's madrigal Fire, Fire, My Heart his group is magnificent. Mr. Stock was in evidence only in the Car penter cantata and in that same composer's Adventures in a Perambulator, a marvelous suite that has remained delightfully fresh in spite of its eighteen years. It belongs in the charming world of Moussorgski's T^ursery and Debussy's Children's Corner. Harold Bauer, appear ing as soloist at the Thursday and Friday Sym phony pair, February 18 and 19, proved a distinct disappointment. Long known as a Schumann specialist, he chose to play the familiar A minor Piano Concerto, a work that depends on modern pianism to submerge its less pleasant aspects. Bauer, unlike Cortot and Gieseking who make this concerto an un forgettable musical experience, treats it with a plethora of rubato and romance. Nor is he enough of a technician to maintain the pace of the third movement, which should dash rather than lumber along. He even holds to the dated pianistic habit of allowing the left hand to strike the keyboard slightly before the right, a device that was supposed to stir the emotions in the days of Thalberg and Kalkbrenner. Bauer's ensemble playing, however, in the fifth Bach Concerto was exquisite and the Messrs. Liegl and Mischakoff served bravely with him. The Bach was the oasis in an other wise arid program, lying between the Schu mann and Bloch's Helvetia. The great Genevese is certainly not at his best in this overlong symphonic fresco. He handles his orchestra, as usual, with fine cunning and draws fascinating combinations from the wood-wind choir. But the apostrophe to the land of the cheese and the yodel wants origi nal thematic material. It is hardly represen tative of Bloch at his best. T he Woman's S y m ' phony Orchestra, Ebba Sundstrom as skipper, gave its fourth program of the season on February 15 at the Goodman and a goodly crowd was there. As I am not essentially a gallant fellow I cannot hand Miss Sundstrom and her associates any gratuitous enconiums. It seems to me that the chief value of her or ganization lies in the fact that it gives several score young ladies the chance to have a lot of fun playing classical music. They tackled, for example, the Chausson B flat Symphony with great good will and if at intervals distressing sounds arose from the horn section I can't see that it matters much. An institution like the Woman's Symphony is born from the innate desire of every instrumentalist to do a little ensemble work once in a while. The gals probably sacrifice considerable leisure and do some tall travelling to get to rehearsals. They have all the trimmings too, including neat uni forms and an annotated program book: Go around to hear them some time. Herr Christiansen brought the St. Olaf Lutheran Choir into Orchestra Hall on the same evening. His offerings were not as strik ing as usual but he did present a Bach motet for Double Chorus, Be K[ot Afraid, and set tings of two German Christmas songs that were sheerly lovely in their pious tenderness and simplicity. The quiristers of St. Olaf continue to sing like angels and I am still naive enough to wonder how they manage to get away on pitch without the assistance of some tuning instrument. T here is a tall, lean gentleman in New York named Russell Ben nett who has been represented on the pro grams of the Lewisohn stadium concerts at one time or another. He is beginning to win con siderable recognition as a composer in the mod ern language. He leads a double life, how ever, the other half in Tin Pan Alley where he arranges musical comedy and revue scores for Youmans, Gershwin and Arthur Schwartz. He could be heard at work in the scorings for The Band Wagon, the Dietz-Kaufman Schwartz revue that has been on display at the Illinois Theatre. A pit orchestra in dire need of rehearsal did its best to damage Ben nett's labors. But it could not wholly obscure the bright harmonies of a master-craftsman. The Schwartz tunes have by now wandered all over the country. You and you have heard Dancing in the Dar\, High and Low and Louisa. Bennett's arrangements give them such extraordinary harmonic vitality and flavor that they crowd thousands of cheap American "art songs" into the waste basket. And while we're still in vulgar circles con sider George Gershwin, a Study in American Music, written by Isaac Goldberg and pub lished by Simon and Schuster. It may strike you as superfluous to pen a biography of a young man still in his thirties. But Gershwin is unique in the American musical scene. This book comes at a time when the composer is seriously thinking of abandoning the idiom of the Rhapsody in Blue and the Piano Concerto. There have been two distinct Gershwins al ready, the writer of musical comedies and the jazz symphonist. George III could very well haul himself up beside Ravel and Stravin sky, is not far short of them now. Goldberg's book is full of racy detail and is copiously il lustrated pictorially and musically. Wax- Works VICTOR-RCA releases during the last four weeks have been quite exciting. Choice long-playing records (program trans criptions to you) continue in good demand. The long-playing apparatus, like the horseless carriage, is apparently here to stay. We hear, indeed, that Victor will shortly offer a com bination machine for around $130 that will include radio and gramophone motor for the old and new record speeds. It will eliminate the automatic record changer which is O. K. with this department. The darned thing makes us nervous. Topping the list of pressings by Victor is the Rachmaninoff (Continued on page 66) 48 The Chicagoan WILLIAMSON AND MANUEL Gavin \S/illiamson and Phil Manuel, duo'pianists and duo'harp' sichordists, both gentlemen of Chicago, have concentrated for the last six years on ancient music, revealing it in the grace of its nativity by the use of the instrument for which it was written, the harpsichord. They contend mildly that the modern piano fails to do justice to much of Bach, Couperin and Scarlatti. To know them and their talent is to enter unfamiliar musical territory arid to be convinced. Both artists will be heard in the fall when they will play in and direct an ancient musical festival. Fact, Fiction and Greek Tragedy Singly and in Combination By Susan Wilbur 1IKE many another native, my first acquaint ance with foreign parts was through the lectures of our distinguished fellow townsman, Mr. Elias Burton Holmes. Pretty scenery. Queer costumes. By the time I got there in person, however, Europe was not so different from America as one had been led to suppose. Except of course that it was a bad place to be thirsty. No chocolate sodas outside Paris and London, even if raspberry lemonades in Germany. And presently even Mr. Holmes was put to it to show that Europe had ever been different. Along with his new ones, he would show pictures from twenty, even forty, years ago. And at that the most peculiar thing was our own costumes as sightseers. Nowadays, however, a new queerness is developing in practically all foreign parts. A queerness more queer than Marken or an Irish jaunting car at their palmiest. Not exactly a thing you can photograph, but nonetheless something that shows up in the foreground. I mean, of course, these new governments. Governments are the prima donna of all the spring travel books. In Afoot in Italy, John Gibbons undertook a mild stunt for a London paper: to go to Calabria by train, boat, or what not, and then walk back. But wherever he hits a utility of any sort, viva Mussolini springs forth from his pages even as from the surrounding walls and billboards. Ray Long went to Russia to get manuscripts. Did get at least one good one: The Volga Falls to the Caspian Sea. But does An Editor Loo\s at Russia have a word to say about literary life in Leningrad or Moscow? Not one. Or, to leave Europe for the moment, take A Persian Journey, by the artist Fred Richards. At first glance this would appear to be a pretty-pretty book such as was written about Persia in the good old days: the decaying glories of Shiraz and Isfahan, a visit to the tomb of Omar Khayyam. The shrewdness of the text might for a few pages appear to be due only to the fact that an artist is capable of superior obser vation in visual matters. You get no farther than the opium harvest, however, before begin ning to scent administrative problems. And by the end you have had a fairly complete survey of the energies of Riza Khan. Arabia Felix, by Bertram Thomas, is an account of the exploration of the last hitherto unexplored fragment of the earth's surface. The aim of the expedition was in explicit ways scientific. Head measurements, for instance, that Mr. Thomas compares diagrammatically with those made by Henry Field in another part of Arabia. But that which remains most clearly in the reader's mind after all is said and done is the tribesmen's elaborate substitutes for government. There are of course ad vantages to seeing Mourning Becomes Electra. Your visitor from the country, as someone re marked to me the other day, will be able to go home saying that he saw three shows and had a dinner tendered him in a downtown hotel. On the other hand, it is cheaper, and, since there are degrees of everything, less fatiguing, to read Mr. O'Neill's latest in book form. But whichever way you may have tried it, this presence of psycholanalyzed Greek tragedy in the air certainly does things to you. What it did to me was this. It made me see in Doctor Evans' book about Mrs. Abraham Lincoln an authentic Greek tragedy. On the face of it nothing could be more clinical. Mary Todd's emotional instability is traced to its every possible origin in heredity and in up bringing. It is also a book that brings many things to light, notably in connection with the half life of Mrs. Lincoln's Chicago years, and Tad's death here. But through it all, Mrs. Lincoln somehow emerges as the sort of figure that the Greek gods or the Eumenides or some body had a way of singling out to make an example of. It is of course permitted to each of us to imagine ourselves in the White House, even as it was permitted the soldiers of Napoleon to imagine marshal's batons in their knapsacks. But with Mary Todd, the White House appears to have been something to learn French for, to go to dancing school, to marry for. And having attained it, she ap pears to have approached it with that very lack of humility that the Greeks had a word for. Whereupon one thing after another happened to her just as things happen in the Oedipus. Big things, terrible things, such as can only happen to someone who has a long way to fall. A book has just been published bearing the somewhat inconclusive title page My First Husband, by His First Wife. And the names of husband and wife are so well faked that there isn't a slip from the first page to the last. However, should you be in any real doubt as to their identity, just ask Marcella Burns Hahner, Hariot Smith, Lloyd Lewis, or some other correctly spelled neighbor of yours who happens to be men tioned in the course of the narrative. As the slightly Actionized account of a notable liter ary falling out, this book compares favorably with that somewhat more Actionized account of the Sinclair Lewis matrimonial troubles that was published not so very long ago. And as an again slightly Actionized — Kenwood Avenue changed to Woodlawn, and two good stories about Maxwell Bodenheim telescoped into one — account of the Chicago newspaper world, beginning about twenty years ago, when a woman reporter was a rara avis, and the Fifty-Seventh Street studios were in their golden age, it compares most favorably with such rections of Margaret Anderson's Thirty Years War as concern us. There are two sorts of horror stories, and there are two ways of writ ing either kind. One kind and one way are exemplified in May Sinclair's new book: The Intercessor and Other Stories. Spiritual hor ror as Poe knew how to heighten it, or Henry James in The Turn of the Screw, and yet so completely 1932 as to leave no room for any archaic softening. There is also physical hor ror and the manner of writing that makes it an everyday affair. For this mixture, turn to Erskine Caldwell's Tobacco Road. Here we are asked to contemplate such remains of a Georgia farming community as have not yet migrated to the factories in Augusta. There is no food: you would rob your son-in-law of a stack of turnips he had carried twelve miles, and your son-in-law would never offer you one. A dent in the local Aimee McPher- son's new Ford is more serious than the death of the wagon driver you bumped, and on the other hand neither dents, spoiled upholstery nor burned bearings really matter, so long as the thing still goes, however wheezily. Or you may look at it this way: Tobacco Road is the sort of book about Georgia that Caradoc Evans has written about Wales. iSAemoirs of a Diplomat, by Constantin Dumba, former Austro-Hun- garian Ambassador to the United States — you think a minute, and presently with the aid of a newspaper cartoon or two you remember about a letter inopportunely found by British authorities upon James Archibald, and presi dent Wilson's difficulty in getting the ambassa dor involved to go home. Up to the moment of this debacle, however, nothing could be more to the good than Count Dumba's diplo matic experiences: London, Paris, St. Peters burg, all at their most gilded and most exciting, Serbia at the time when King Alexander and Queen Draga were murdered, and then Washington. Many novelists in the past year or two have spun stories having a Victorian background. Philip Gibbs' The Golden Tears is, however, the last word in Victorian stories. A book which has a Victorian background so minute that it would be a lucky history that did the thing half as well, and a story not made of a new cloth to fit it, but of the very fabric of the Victorian era itself. The upshot of Olga Knopf's Art of Being a Woman is that one should neither attempt to be a she-woman nor yet an imitation man, but concentrate one's efforts upon becoming a real human being. The whole range of Adlerian psychoanalysis is lined up to point this admirable moral. Frank Lloyd Wright's autobiography, orig inally announced for November, now has a definite date pinned to it, namely March 30. The delay is said to be due to the author's having had a hand in the designing. As an antidote to the findings of our first paragraph or two, try Philippine, wherein Maurice Bedel makes as bold with Mussolini's Italy as he made with the love life of the new Norway in what was perhaps the only funny, if not the only shocking, novel that ever got the Goncourt prize. 50 The Chicagoan Sisters Under The Sin At the Suggestion of the Gentleman from Iowa By William R. Weaver BEHOLD, good people, Fro\en Garbo and Frau Dietrich, of Stockholm and Berlin, of Hollywood and Gopher Prairie, just now of Paris and Shanghai — in Mata Hari and Shanghai Express — and always of the primrose path. Look upon them, friends, through Artist Sampson's half-shut lids, lids half -shut by Artist Sampson in hope of discovering in those leveled eyes, upon those curling lips, or behind those tilted foreheads, whatever it may be that stirred the august Senator Smith Wildman Brookhart [radical, la., as the newspapers bracket him} to demand a senate investigation. Now, if you've followed directions faith fully, open the eyes and look again. There- — and now where are you? Of course it depends more or less upon how well you have followed instructions, and more or less upon whether you live right and whether you've been reasonably healthy since child hood and things like that, but if you saw pic tures of a couple of fairly good looking picture gab who happen to be getting the breaks this season you are over here on this side of the chalk line with Sampson and me. If you saw something else, raveling moral fabrics, reeling social structures, crashing civi lisations, you are standing over there on the other side of the chalk line with the gentleman from Iowa, fingers tip to tip, lips pursed, cheeks slightly inflated and brow a little moist. We, on our side of the chalk line, think that people on the other side of the line are nuts. That is, most of them. Not Senator Brook- hart. It isn't form to think that about a sena tor, and it's unthinkable to say it. Perhaps I'd better explain, before this be comes more involved than it is, that die sena tor's recent declarations brought it upon you. They were, in case you have acquired the habit of skipping Senator Brookhart 's declarations in print, to the effect that the screen is going to the dogs again, this time by way of a notice able upcurve — as pertains to picture plots, not picture people this season — in prevalence of the thing less forthright souls refer to on necessary occasion as the oldest profession. Senator Brookhart's word for it, like the one the Greeks had, is shorter and uglier, but the senator was speaking for newspaper publica tion and the competition for quotation is keener than it used to be. He broke in. 1 don't know exactly why this or any assertion by the gentleman from Iowa should annoy me, but this one does. Probably I'm pretty tired of reading that the cinema, with which I've been associated all my life without forfeiting the seeming respect of friends, family or fellow men, is toting the world off to perdition. I don't believe it. I've been exposed, at least once and in many cases repeatedly, to the best and the worst that Hollywood, Broadway and the Continent have produced. If the good senator were cor rect in his hypothesis of evil example, as he undoubtedly believes he is, I should be a very dreadful fellow indeed, a sinner de luxe, a scoundrel schooled beyond perfection in the artifices of scoundrelry, a veritable masterpiece of iniquity. And so, of course, would the senator. I assure you, with the conviction born of my own happy experience, he is not. However, the senator and I have more in common than this mutual exposure to ' many movies. Senator Brookhart's home is in Iowa. Mine was. I got away. The senator didn't — well, of course he spends a lot of time in Washington nowadays — and living too long in Iowa does one thing or another to you. It got Mr. Smith Wildman Brookhart elected senator. To get elected senator in Iowa you have to do certain things, think certain thoughts, com plain of too little rain or too much, refer to your state as the garden spot of the world, call everybody by his first name and get your name into the Des Moines Register 'Tribune and the Chicago Tribune as advocating or pro testing something at least as often as anyone else does. And, after election, you have to sustain your battling average. With Iowa as your base of operations, this is not easy to do. You've got to reach out for something to advocate or protest. In a bad season you take what you can get, and if it turns out to be the cinema, which happens to be the single diversion for which Iowans pay cash, you demand a senate investigation and employ an extra stenographer to handle and index the fan mail from your constituents. If your distinguished colleagues are too busy thawing frozen economic machinery to carry on your investigation, you should worry. You've done your duty and the dirt farmers have had their money's worth, even if they haven't any money. And yet I may be wrong about Senator Brookhart. After all, I've been away from Iowa quite a spell. Never heard tell o' the fella afore I left; guess 'e musta sprung up sudden like. Maybe the good man really believes that the sturdy agriculturists who drive their Fords into Muscatine, Water loo, Sioux Falls and Marshalltown on a Sat urday, to drop in at the bank, compare crops and dirty stories -with the boys in front of the cigar store and treat the missus to a movie 'long about dusk, is going to take a long, lingering look at the Dietrich legs and be off next morning in a cloud of Iowa dust to join the Foreign Legion. If he believes anything like that he hasn't known as many farmers as I have. I've known enough of them to know that they put blinkers on the livestock when The Chief whisks La Garbo through the east forty. Mistaken or not, sincere or not, and whether his colleagues investigate the matter or merely dash to their neighborhood cinemas in search of all this sinful celluloid, the gentleman from Iowa is inconsiderate. He would have the scented Garbo and the silken Dietrich don misses' frocks and play sweet heroines. They'd starve to death at it, and then they'd have to be sent back to their respective fatherlands and is that any way to promote international amity? No, say I, and I speak for my grimy old friends on the fair plains of Iowa, a thousand times no. You worry about some- thin' else, Senator, and leave this here now sin to we'uns who knows more about it. The hired hands ain't drinkin' near the silage they was a piece back, an' that's more farm relief than you've gotten fer us in yer hull term. March, 1932 51 IF YOU BEGIN AT THE TOP RIGHT CORNER YOU SEE FIRST ONE OF REBOUX'S DASHING ITALIAN MILANS FROM CARSON'S FRENCH SHOP. SECOND, A PLIABLE BLACK STRAW CAP FROM MILGRIM'S SHOWS AN UNUSUAL LINE ABOUT THE FACE AND SPRIGHTLY LITTLE STIFFENED VEIL. THEN A WOVEN WHITE STRAW BOUND IN RED KID IS FINISHED BY A WHITE KID BOW ON THE CROWN, ALSO BOUND IN RED. MARSHALL FIELD. IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER A PERFECT HAT FOR THE SPRING TAILLEUR WITH BRIM TURNED UP IN BACK AND STIFFENED RIB BON TO ADD FURTHER HEIGHT. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE. DOWN THE OUTER BORDER MILGRIM'S BROWN BRIMMED HAT OF RODIER'S TRANSPARENT WOOL IS WREATHED HALFWAY ABOUT THE CROWN IN LUSCIOUS YELLOW DAISIES. THE VEILED GAGE HAT IN NAVY BLUE STRAW IS BOUND IN A ROLL OF CHARTREUSE RIBBON AND WINDS UP INTO A GAY LITTLE ACORN OF STRAW AT ITS PEAK. BETTY WALES DOES A CASUAL FABRIC HAT IN NAVY BLUE AND TIES THE CROWN WITH A BAND AND LARGE SOFT BOW CHECKED IN RED AND WHITE. IN THE INNER ROW, UNDER THE WHITE STRAW, IS ANOTHER HAT FROM MARSHALL FIELD'S DEBUTANTE SALON. THE TILTED CROWN IS DISTINGUISHED BY THE CLUSTER OF BUDS, ALSO IN MILAN. LEMMONIER DOES A PERFECT KNOCKABOUT HAT FOR CARSON'S FRENCH ROOM IN A TUCKED FELT BRIM AND WIDELY CROCHETED CROWN. IN THE SAKS HAT AT THE BOTTOM MARIA GUY PERCHES FLOW ERS IN TWO TONES OF BLUE BEHIND THE LEFT EAR ON A BLACK STRAW. ONE OF THE VERY NEWEST EFFECTS OF THE SEASON IS THE HALO OF PLEATED WHITE RIBBON ON A BLUE STRAW FROM GAGE BROTHERS; LOWER LEFT. x iVau^ / a i 5k --''r- ^tTi Clever People — These Milliners Verve's the Word Spring Tonics from the Hat Salons By The Chicagoenne IT'S about time to take your medicine, and you'll like it too. I don't know how we could drag through the last drab month of winter and the first unprepared days of spring, if the milliners didn't dash up just in time with their tonic contributions. This spring hats are more than tonics, they are so exhilarating that it looks as if a dash of champagne had been mixed in the brew. Hats are so very unusual and diverse that it isn't a bad idea at all to vary one's usual method and .plan a costume around the hat instead of choosing it as an accessory to the suit or frock. The new hats axe the kegs, to the season — they show you how to be rakish, picturesque, coquettish, mysteri ous — almost any quality you choose. But whatever their type, nearly all of them are •worn at the new anglej tilted to the right and forward over the right eye, high in back with much interest concentrated at the left back. Just to be different of course some of the smartest hats are set squarely on the head but even these do tricky things with the brim or trimming to give that provocative raised and dipped line. There are many new fab rics, but straws reign quite supreme. Milan appears everywhere, frequently in a new lustered finish, and always intricately twisted, tucked and pleated like the most supple fab ric And rough straws, braided straws, crocheted straws — oh straws and straws. The basic colors are the fashionable spring tones, many blacks, blue in every shade of the spectrum, and all sorts of variations on browns and beiges. But the kick comes in the dash of contrast very often used in trimming — bril liant reds, pinky beige, mustard yellows and many many greens. Lots of ribbon on the more tailored hats and quite a bit of velvet for bands and bows. Designers are always fond of flowers in early spring and this year they have so many effective ways of using them that it looks as if they would carry on more persistently than usual. Maria Guy uses a clus ter of flowers in two tones of blue on the side of the black straw from Saks-Fifth Avenue. Another stunning Saks hat with the new small brim and larger crown (seen in the sailor type frequently) has a shiny cire ribbon drawn through a slash in the crown down to a clus ter of exquisite ivory and aqua-green glazed flowers tucked over the left ear. Agnes fringes white velvet to make the flower on a Milan beret in Carson's French Room. The Milgrim hat shown has an intriguing chain of yellow daisies. Daisies, lilies of the valley, white roses, flowers everywhere, and they are so springlike and fresh that no one should be without at least one flower bedecked creation. The sailor motif is evident in many new hats, though so softened and tilted that you couldn't possibly relate them to the uncom promising things we used to wear to school. Look at the dashing black Milan sailor from Field's French Room with its clever brim and new crown. Carson's show another in rough brown straw with the rather square Spanish crown and gracefully tilted brim. This has a very narrow band of twisted brown and dull chartreuse ribbon and is worn with a fetch ing short veil that makes you feel for all the world like a caballero or whatever it is they have in the land of bullfights and student uprisings. Another type in high favor is the beret. This thing has as many lives as a cat. Up it bounds season after season, but always with some new twist to make one think it's some thing entirely different. The 1932 berets are different, too. The crown is pulled away over to the side and forward but to avoid the fall- ing-off-the-right-side effect a wide band an chors it about the left side and back. Sometimes the crown is pulled into the little peak beloved of Agnes and Talbot, sometimes it is built up to create an almost square or rounded effect, in others it is squashed flat into the tricky pancake crown. But all of them have a decidedly new slant and many of them new dignity combined with the engaging youthful- ness that makes the beret so flattering. Then there is the shepherdess hat with its gay little flat crown slanting down towards the face, brim tilted up in back, about as blithe a thing as they have evolved for many seasons. Agnes did one for Carson's in black straw with a huge cluster of red velvet bows at the back, delightfully dramatic on the right person. Even the soft sports hats have the tilt and the cocky brim. A gay little brown wool hat at Saks, dotted all over in tiny beige dots, has its narrow tilted brim fringed at the edges. The beige felt shown from Carson's is by Lem- monier in a tilted brim with the crown in an openwork crocheted pattern. I he way unusual fab rics are introduced in trimmings is a pretty interesting trend too. That cocky little black Milan from Marshall Field's tops off the faint ly pointed crown with three little flowers fashioned, of all things, of Milan — and a very crisp, tailored little finish it makes. Ever so many of the new hats have the crown, es pecially the slightly pointed variety, topped off with a dash of flower or bow — oh loads and loads of bows. Another Field hat in an un usual woven white straw bound in red kid peaks its crown with a white leather ribbon also bound in red, the ends drawn through the straw and appearing again in back. Here too I saw a blue and white checked fabric in a sports hat topped off with a double bow of white grosgrain. Now and then one sees a toque effect (drawn high on the left however) made entirely of flowers but these are pretty passing and only for the Irene Bordoni type anyway. At Milgrim 's they are doing fascinating things with a fascinating Rodier fabric, fine wool, so fine in fact that it is quite trans parent. The brimmed hat illustrated is of this, with the brim slightly stiffened so that it holds the attractive swooping line so essential these days. And another unusual fabric used here is a softly gleaming straw, handsewn on a foundation, so that it looks like small over lapping triangles of conventionalized leaves. The whole thing gives the rough straw effect so greatly refined that it is like none of the wide braided straws so much used. In a brown sailor the effect is like softly polished walnut. This sailor, incidentally, shows all the new things that are being done to this classic type- The crown is low and squarish, rounded at the top, the brim points gaily to heaven at the left and swoops down towards the chin at the right, and the band in a beige cire ribbon ends in three bows at the back, two above the brim and one beneath. The gob-like hat has also undergone a transformation. On a blue shiny straw at Milgrim's the turned up brim is pulled into a jaunty little peak over the right eye, the brim banded in heavy white grosgrain and ending in the inevitable bow in back. You'll like these with your spring suits. Excited murmurs are heard here and there predicting the revival of the very large hat. Some of them, like the tilted, turned-up crea tion shown in the upper left corner are al ready causing quite a stir. But Reboux is go ing even farther and has actually introduced a 1932 model of the Merry Widow hat — did you ever? The French Room of Carson's is showing this and tells us that by the time sum mer comes we'll all be billowing about under these in fluttering garden party frocks. These, incidentally, are among the few of the sea son's designs that are set squarely on the head and will not compromise with tilts or tilt with compromises as you will. And will you look at all the veils that are floating about! None of them looks messy either— until the dollar-eighty-eight places get hold of the idea. On many hats the wisp of veil (ha! try that "wisp of veil" when your tongue gets thick) is quite essential to the chic of the hat. The veil, to be right, should really be an integral part of the hat design and very short, never below the nose. Some of them are ingeniously ruffled about the hat brim to fall gracefully, others are stiffened slightly. In one of the hats illustrated the veil is so stiff ened that it stands away from the face and forms a very fetching halo. The smart gel can do quite a bit with this idea. These hats require something new in hair arrangements, as they expose the most hair ever seen outside of a hat. But that's the hairdresser's job and Marcia Vaughn tells you all about it in this issue. Anyway, be sure you have a lot of hair drawn over towards the left and devote more attention to this side than you ever did, for that is the side that makes the whole effect cock-eyed unless it is filled out. March, 1932 53 for the formal daytime occasion There is the correct dress decreed for Easter (or any formal) Day wear by custom and the designers of men's clothes. And there is the strictly utilitarian garb for Easter that would be worn by the dyed-in-the-wool (for warmth) pessimist or the man who is always catching cold and getting the sniffles. The latter outfit ought to consist of an oilskin, a pair of hip boots, a sou'wester and an umbrella. But this page has to do with the former. The coat and trousers for formal daytime occasions must be correct and fine to the most minute detail. The gentleman on the left is wearing a cutaway coat, with waist coat to match, of imported cheviot, superbly tailored in the one button (two if you wish) style and lined with silk. The trousers, of worsted, are made to hang properly and are striped in the newest manner. Spats are worn. From The Men's Store, Carson Pirie Scott & Company. The gentleman on the right wears a one- button cutaway of imported cheviot and an odd waistcoat. The striped trousers are of worsted. The light grey Ascot tie, with a pearl scarf pin, is very smart and a bit more formal than the bow tie worn by the figure opposite, although the bow is equally proper. The gloves are white short-gauntlets and the shoes are cloth-topped. From Capper & Capper. At the bottom, on the left, are two odd waist coats, single and double breasted. They may be of buff colored, pearl-grey or white cloth. Marshall Field & Company offer a striking assortment. The silk hat and stick are from A. Starr Best, Inc. The stick is ebony, topped by ivory or silver. Anderson & Brothers show shirts for formal day wear such as the one on the right, either bosom or demi-bosom pleated. The hand kerchiefs are a fine, imported linen with hand-rolled edges. 54 The Chicagoan EVEN LONG HAIR IS COILED CLOSE TO THE HEAD BY DELGARD: DOROTHY GRAY SOMETHING has been going on. A I secret attack on our composure has been instigated. And we don't realize that we are caught in the ambush till we find ourselves before a mirror trying on some new little love from Paris. It may be a love in the hand but it turns to ashes on the head. These hats, if you can call them hats, just don't cover any thing at all. Possibly the right eye is com pletely shielded but the hair — well, it had bet ter be a crown of glory now or heaven help you. Even if you are pretty proud of the sheen, the soft wave, the healthy glory of your tresses, these hats demand even more. When the entire left side of your head is exposed to the elements, when the back of la chapeau tilts towards heaven you must be prettee care ful of the line along the side of the face, the curls or bun or what have you at the nape of the neck. (Buns, for that matter, seem to be vanishing as the winter snows in sunny weather.) It's all very distressing, until you find a jewel of a hairdresser who knows that times have changed and hair must change with them. Then you can achieve such exhilirating results with the new hats that the smug cheer of your face will shine as doth that old candle. It s not for the hat's sake alone, of course, that one should seek the perfect hairdress. There's nothing like the consciousness of a lovely coiffure to give a new fillip to spring ASSOCIATED WITH ANTOINE OF PARIS, PIERRE OF SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE DOES A DISTINGUISHED SHORT HAIRDRESS Hair Apparent Glory That Is Glory By Marcia Vaughn evenings, for the old saying is still true and a woman's hair is still the crowning glory of beauty. It may not be as big a crown as of yore. If she is chic it won't be. Thick hair now is just something to get rid of. Healthy it should be, of course, for the most inspired hairdresser can't gild the lily when there is no lily. But the modern head is a closely molded affair — no wildly waving curls, no bushy thatches, no huge puffs and buns. So the first thing the artistic hairdresser does is to thin, expertly underneath, -working like a sculptor so that the final effect is a smooth glistening sheath shaped to the perfect head and ingen iously building up or toning down bad spots on the imperfect one. Only then does he tackle the actual hairdress. I he perfect hairdress is an individual one. That is why the Garbo bob looks so completely awful on everyone but Greta. The styles on this page were created to suit a particular type and even though two effects might look alike one would find subtle modifications suiting the style to certain sculp tural and personality differences. I've spent whole afternoons watching Pierre, for in stance, hovering lovingly over his work and never did one person look like another when he was finished. Certain broad general trends in styles are evident in the work of the leaders. Word comes from Paris that Antoine, who is just about the dean of hairdressers, is cutting a lot of hair, is fond of wind-blown bobs, is doing interesting swirls, and everyone begins snipping and swirling. It is true that short hair is riding high in power again. It is also true that smart Parisiennes did not abandon short hair as com pletely as we did the past few years. But this short hair is different. The shingle is still out — very out. Crisp boyish effects are scorned, THE WAVELESS CROWN AND SWIRLED BACK FOR SHORT HAIR ILLUSTRATED IN THE PIERRE COIFFURE THE TRENDS TOWARD WIDER AND LOOSER WAVES SHOWN BY DELGARD even the wind-blown bob being a very fem inine version of the style. So we can safely turn to the shears and feel secure in the knowledge that our heads will be as soft and feminine as our clothes. You will find the better salons abandoning the dull little roll which has become too general. As hats veer to the right, swirls and curls are drawn to the left, to bal ance the effect. The back, which is exposed by the high upward tilt of hats, is treated in terestingly to tiny flat little curls or is cut so that the hair, though short, ends graciously and flatteringly not in a sharp clear-cut line like a man's. Antoine particularly favors the practically waveless back as he does not feel that the beautiful curve of the head should be marred by set ridges but should be accent uated by smooth swirling hair and soft ends. Waves as waves aren't very smart anyway. A permanent is given simply to make the hair more manageable, not really kinky or even curly. Then the merest shadow of soft curves is built into the hair by the finger wave, but it is remarkable to find how lasting this shadow is. When a wave has been given by an expert it can be brushed and combed thor oughly and then it can be pushed back into place like an obedient little child. (Only I never saw a child as docile as these frail look ing undulations.) PIERRE DRAWS THE CURLS ON A NEW BOB FAR TO THE LEFT TO BALANCE THE TILT OF SPRING HATS: SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE March, 1932 55 RUDY VALLEE AND HIS DOBERMAN PINSCHER, TOPSY VON REYNO, NOW IN TRAINING AT THE RENNELS KENNELS, LAKE VILLA, ILLINOIS. YOU have probably noted the fact at the dog shows you've attended that the Wire Haired Foxterrier nearly always leads all breeds in the number of entries. Such an observation ought to give you a pretty fair idea of how popular they are. And there are plenty of reasons why the stout little fellow should be popular, but we'll go into his good (and he hasn't any bad) points after a couple of paragraphs about his origin and specifi cations. The Foxterrier breed (smooth-coated) is very old, it seems. The word terrier is derived from the Low Latin — terrarius meaning "of the earth." Mr. Funk (or it might be Mr. Wagnalls this time) says a terrier is a "small, active, wiry (he doesn't refer to the coat) dog, adapted to pursue burrowing animals, and noted for the courage and eagerness with which it 'goes on earth' in pursuit of vermin." That pretty well tells the story, although most city Wires don't have many chances to go to earth after their quarry. The old Romans of the days of the Caesars and the invasion of Britain found, so it is said their records show, a small dog in Britain that would follow its quarry to earth. Elizabethans, too, mention a small dog that hunted fox and smaller game and was called a terrier. So in dubitably the present Foxterrier got its start in life in B. C. M^OST authorities on Wire Haired Foxterriers believe that the breed is a descendant of an old, died-out line of rough- coated working terriers of southern England and Wales. They were larger than the pres ent Wire. The breed was mated with smooth- A KEESHONDEN, GUELDER CHINCHILLA, OWNED BY MR. IRVING FLORSHEIM. 56 Barks and Growls Wire Haired Foxterriers By B . M . Cummings coated Foxterriers and eventually the W^ire that we know was developed. The official standards are these: A fiat skull, fairly narrow and gradually decreasing in width to the eyes without too much stop. The cheeks must not be full. The ears should be V-shaped, small, of fair thickness, drooping forward close to the cheek. They ought not to hang by the side of the head as those of a Foxhound do. The top of the ear ought to be well above the level of the skull. The jaws should be strong and muscular. The eyes and rims are dark, moderately small and fairly deep-set. They should be full of fire and life and intelligence and as nearly circular in shape as possible. The neck should be clean, muscu lar with no throatiness, widening to the shoulders which should be long, sloping and well laid back. A deep, never broad, chest; short, level back; deep brisket, yet not exagger ated and no droop or crouch to the hind quarters — all these points are necessary. The coat should be smooth, flat, but hard, dense, abundant. White should predominate with touches of black and tan — such as a saddle. Brindle, red or liver markings are out. The male is 15^2 inches at the withers; his back, from withers to root of tail, 12 inches; head 7-7^<4 inches and weight 18 pounds. The fe male's measurements and weight are propor tionately lower. A nd the Wire is popular because of his brains, breeding, bravery. He has manners, too, when he wants them. He's a gay, harum-scarum aristocrat with a mind of his own. A merry fellow, ever alert, game, ready for anything whether it be a walk through the park, a motor ride or the duty of guard and playmate to the children. He is an independent fellow, though, and doesn't care much about being hugged — it's sissy. The lit tle female, however (it's true of most females, no matter what breed), doesn't mind cuddling once-in-awhile. Wires don't bark much, but they do have sort of a purr. And they're clean, neat little animals, too; and small and com pact enough for any size apartment. They're great for children; we defy you to find a case on record of a Wire biting, intentionally, a child. They're sturdy, easily raised, healthy and as desirable a companion as you can find anywhere. I HE Thirty-first annual show of the Chicago Kennel Club will be held in the First Regiment Armory on March 25, 26 and 27, Mr. Alexander H. Stewart, presi dent, has just notified us. Entries are now be ing received at the Kennel Club offices at 5 North Wabash Avenue. DOGBERRY BARBED WIRE OF STRATHWAY, AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT THE PERFECT WIRE HAIRED FOXTERRIER OUGHT TO BE. Many nationally known judges of pedigreed dogs have been selected to officiate. George L. L. Davis of Westchester, Pa., will judge terri ers, hounds, schnausers, whippets and poodles. Bulldogs will be judged by Stephen McPhee of Chicago. Ben Rosenheim of Chicago will judge Chows; Mrs. David Dodge of Denver has been assigned to a group of small dogs, includ ing toy spaniels, Mexican hairless, miniature pinschers, pugs, toy black and tans and others; foxhounds, pointers and setters will be judged by Mrs. A. P. R. Sturdee of Albany, N. Y.; Adolph Baker of Chicago will preside over German Shepherds; A. F. Shafter of Decatur, 111., will judge sporting spaniels and other breeds; and A. W. Brockway of Chicago has been given collies, St. Bernards, Dalmatians and greyhounds. Between 1,200 and 1,500 blue-blooded dogs from the principal kennels of the United States and Canada are expected to compete for honors. An unusually large entry list will come from the Chicago area. Last year an Irish Setter won best in show. A large number of champions and interna tional champions will compete at the coming show. Among the early entries from the Chicago area are airedale terriers owned by Harold M. Florsheim; Wire Haired Foxterriers and Scot tish terriers owned by Alex H. Stewart; Irish wolf hounds and labrador retrievers from the Barrington, 111., kennels of Thomas M. Howell; doberman pinschers owned by Maurice V. Reynolds, and sporting dogs from the kennels of Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Cooper at Franklin Park. 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Adelphi Apollo Blackstone Cort Erlanger Grand Great Northern Harris Majestic Playhouse Princess Selwyn Studebaker March, 1932 57 RUTH PAGE AND GROUP IN WALTZ BY MAURICE RAVEL Creative Criticism A Protest in Behalf of Dancer and Dancee By Mark Turbyfill FEWER "creative" dance criticisms by critics might throw more emphasis on creations by dancers themselves. There is temptation for dancers to reproduce the "creations" of the critics. Some dancers, it would appear, have already yielded to the temptation. Interpretation or explanation of what he has done is often so fascinating to a performer that he seizes upon the interpreta tion, and incorporates it into his performance, with the result that the spontaneity and purity of his emotions and instincts are lost. If the performer insists upon the critic's explanations or interpretations, perhaps it is not too much to say that these should be arranged for before the performance, along with items such as cos- tumes, lights, stage direction. So help me, I'm only chatting this month in an effort to help keep down the general num ber of "creative criticisms." Before seeing Vicente Escudero I had read of the unparalleled degree of spontaneity in his dancing. Of his devil may care disdain for the angle at which his hat might tilt. Of his impatience with tightness or looseness of waist coat or jacket. Of his continual readjustment of them while dancing. Of his beginning a dance when he feels the urge, and not until then. I read of all these things. After seeing Escudero dance I felt that he, too, had read them. Depending upon "intuition with certainty," I wager that these gestures of Escudero are not mere reflex action, not an uncalculated doing on the stage of what might have been attended to in the dressing room. No. He preens him self in the dance as a bird its feathers. He looks like a water-bird, and sometimes moves as one — a heron, to name it. Apparently he knows this, too. (See his self -caricatures.) Besides his guitarist he stands, and taps his heels as he "waits" for the mood to strike. While dancing he shifts the brim of his hat up or down. If he wore a derby and a stick he would twirl them. He gives his coat lapel a rough caress. He closes the jacket never meant to stay closed with a swift movement which is beautiful because useless. If Escudero doesn't consciously practice these gestures; if they aren't part and parcel of his dance style; then let us suppose that Charlie Chaplin suspects not the directions of his feet; that Dr. Freud has never heard of a complex; and that your humble servant is totally lacking in that "highest human faculty; intuition with certainty." Describing the Gypsy dance, the Farruca, Havelock Ellis is quoted in Hurock's brochure, Vicente Escudero and His Ensemble. Says Ellis: "The movements have become the eye-baffling darting of swallows." But in his Farruca, Escudero is, for me, an other rara avis, viz., a water bird. He thrusts back shoulders, cranes his neck, and reflects turmoil in his eyes. He raises his arms, wing like, and his fingers snap and cry a frenzy. He flaps and shakes as a heron bewitched. Surely his violence will break the spell, and the crea ture can resume the form of a man. Escudero's dancing, unlike Mary Wigman's, does not need to be explained. It requires even less explanation than the dancing of La Argen tina. One either likes or has no taste for the almost electric energy and virility which char acterize his movements. I know a playwright, director, and globe-trotter who is prostrate with appreciation when he leaves a Wigman concert. He says that Escudero, for him, is a total loss. At Wigman's latest Chicago recital I heard another gentleman say that he believed her to be a "charlatan." You can please some of the people some of the time. Wigman's Dance Into Death is one of the most awe in spiring, psyche-wrenching dances I have ever seen. Escudero's Farruca, Rhythms Without Music, and Cordoba with Carmita Garcia, are among the most eye-delighting and energizing. My soul and intellect seemed to bask at ease; my muscles and sinews enjoyed a vicarious and esthetic work-out. On February 7 at the Goodman theatre, Ruth Page, assisted by Blake Scott and Group, gave the most impressive dance concert of her career. There were no tentative trivialities, of a kind that are gone before mood and design establish themselves. All was decisive, emphatic, and of arresting content. The program was something in the nature of a Ravel festival, the major portion of it consisting in three substantial dance composi tions which felicitously realized the quality of the music itself. (Continued on page 70) 58 The Chicagoan r AAy, how uncivilized a handkerchief seems— now that we're all using KLEENEX! AMAZING, how quickly we respond, when Pro gress holds some queer old custom up to our contempt! » » » Take handkerchiefs, for instance. It's just a year or so since we were unsanitary as savages about our handkerchief habits. » » » Only a year or two ago that we packed a dozen handkerchiefs about with us when we had a cold. Used one over and over irritat ing our susceptible noses with its dampness . . . exposing ourselves to the self-infection it made certain. Then laundered handkerchiefs that today we wouldn't touch. NOW WE USE KLEENEX Thank goodness, those days are over! How grateful we are to Kleenex— for the first great forward step in hand kerchief hygiene since civilization began ! Today, you see Kleenex everywhere. You see these fresh, clean tissues taken from feminine purses and masculine pockets! You see the con venient Kleenex package in office desks, school -rooms, and in strategic points throughout most any home. » » » Of course, the price reduction in Kleenex makes it unnecessary ever to stint Hef^ai 50c sUe no* 3$c >Si.| the use of Kleenex. 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(2) Repetition of this, together with description of Vicki's markings and general characteristics of the breed, including list of people in Chicago who have owned, own, or may be on the point of owning Dachshunds. (3) Repetition of foregoing, with ad ditional information that Vicki wears a sky-blue lead, and that I may be seen (what a treat!) any afternoon on the Lake Shore Drive, taking her out for promenade. (4) News item to the effect that Vicki has been ill. C>) News item to the effect that Vicki is better. (6) News item to the effect that Vicki is quite well again, and has donated a copy of her master's last novel to a charity sale to be held for the benefit of homeless animals. (7) Comprehensive article on fashionable North side dogs, including glowing tribute to the charms of the now ex cessive modish Vicki. Vicki is at my feet, as I write, full in the sunshine, curled, as only a Dachshund knows how to curl, into a beautiful glistening black-and-tan ball. She looks up at me with her intelli gent hazel eyes, and I look down at her with my not-quite-so-intelligent green ones, and we nod our heads, as much as to say, "How very silly!" Ijut, no matter what we say or how often we say it, society columns seem to go on, and on, and on. There would appear to be no way to escape the circle of their baleful influence, although I know of one woman who contributes first-rate literary criticisms to one of the big morning newspapers under an as sumed name, merely to avoid becom ing the victim of one of those "la-la- who - would - have - thought - that - Mrs.-Chauncey-Chumps" paragraphs. I, myself, have long since given up having amusing dinners, just because it took all the pleasure out of them to know that every detail of the deco rations and entertainment would be public property within a day or two. Now all my guests and I ever do is to sit about and talk and drink. Or maybe we don't even talk. Is there no remedy which could put a stop to so much futile vulgarity? Would it do any good, I wonder, to commend to the attention of local editors the starkly snobbish columns prevalent in the east? You know the kind of thing I mean. "Among those lunching at Sherry's yesterday were Mrs. Biddle Duke and Mrs. Duke Biddle." No more. Not a single word more. Not a hint of the pos sible relationship between them, or of what Mrs. Biddle Duke said to Mrs. Duke Biddle, or of what Mrs. Duke Biddle may very well have been thinking of Mrs. Biddle Duke. I like that very much, don't you? I like even better the long unvar nished lists of names printed after the account of a ball as "among those present," the sorts of lists that are read by everyone, either because they are on them or because they are not. But, of course, no society columns in the world can compare with the Eng lish court circulars. There the lists are even more discreet. They are given out, not as "among those pres ent," but as "those who have accepted invitations," which leaves a charming ly disturbing impression that, per haps, some of them accepted and then — coy creatures! — never showed up. Best of all, though, are paragraphs like this, which cause me a pleasure so exquisite that I find I can share it with no-one: "The Dowager Marchioness of Killie- crankieshire has arrived at 14, South Audley Street, W.l, from Stodgeley Hall, Poke Stoges, Wokeley, near Bokeley, Killiecrankie. She expects to leave within a few d^ys for the Riviera on an extended holiday. No letters will be forwarded." No letters will be forwarded! Think of that! That, of course, to the mod erately evil mind, can mean one thing and one thing only — an illicit orgy! The Dowager Marchioness of Killie- crankieshire must, at the very least, be planning to elope with her chauffeur. You can see how it all fits in. How intentionally vague, the "within a few days," and the almost sinister significance of "an extended holiday." But you don't know, for sure. That is exactly my point. You never really know anything more about it. So you can imagine what you please. I, for one, could imagine a whole three-volume novel out of the little I have learned about Lady Killie- crankieshire. But I cheerily offer a cut-glass handkerchief to anyone who, having waded through ten tons of the sort of fluffy, slipshod pap that is offered to the readers of our daily newspapers under the guise of society news, can imagine anything at all. DIVIDED WE STAND Chicago vs. Illinois — No Holds Barred 670 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO LONDON NEW YORK Phone: Whitehall 4241 PARIS (Begin on page 24) That is not so easy to foretell. But it would at least make it possible to place re sponsibility for local misgovernment. It would give us a modern govern mental unit of organization. Munic ipal home rule is essential. The Illinois state legislature is strangling Chicago by withholding from it the power to govern its own affairs." Can Chicago be come a state? Lawyer Lavery says no, and points to the U. S. Constitution: "No new state shall be formed or erected within the jurisdiction of any other state . . . without the consent of the legislatures of the states con cerned as well as of the Congress." "How can we get the consent of the Illinois legislature as long as it is 60 The Chicagoan ^omtnle \JJaLker wouLo say B R A V O " WERE that estimable gentleman to return to this sphere, nothing would captivate his fancy more than this swanky contri vance that goes places and does things — 3Ajl BANTAM BAR # Outwardly a beautiful piece of furniture . . . Inwardly, the life of any party and first aid to modern entertaining. Compactly designed, The Bantam Bar accom modates all the necessary paraphernalia . . . everything handy, even fresh-made ice cubes from its own refrigerator. 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Famous in the great middle west was, and is, the Corinnis Spring on the outskirts of what is now known as Waukesha, Wisconsin. To day, as then, those who drink of its limpid goodness receive in bounteous measure those precious minerals essential to lasting health. Why deny yourself and your family the pleasure and benefits of Corinnis Spring Water? It costs but a few cents a bottle and is delivered direct to your door anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. Join the thou sands who enjoy it daily. You, too, should be the better for doing so. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 w". Ontario St. (Also sold at you SUPerior 6543 re) Corinnis SPRING WATER March, 1932 61 SOME LIKE 'EM hacha-cha SOME LIKE EM COLD . . So that old Class Blower John Held, Jr., gives you your cherce We present herewith two assortments of very useful vehicles with decorations by John Held, Jr. Above Mr. Held has depicted the fads and foibles of his famous Hacha-cha school. Below he has blown in glass tear-producing memories of the good old days. Some husbands will prefer the Hacha-cha glasses ; some will like those that revive fond memories. So why not play safe by getting six of one and a half-dozen of the other in the sizes you prefer? As to shakers, let capacity be your guide. At better shops everywhere or postpaid direct on request. Department C, Dunbar Glass Corporation, Dunbar, West Virginia. Left to right: 9-10-12 oz. highball tumblers, $7.50 for 6;" To the Ladies" shaker (3 pts.), $3.00; "Happy Daze" shaker (2 qts.), $10.00; 8 oz. highball tumblers, $7.50 for 6; cock^l glasses, $7.50 for 6; footed cocktail glasses, $9.00 for 6. Foreground: Old-fashioned Cocktail glasses $9.00 for 6. There are six different John Held figures, one for each glass in a set. dominated by the downstaters?" Lawyer Lavery asks. "Downstate feels that it has helped build Chicago, that Chicago belongs to it, and it knows it would lose its most valuable asset in losing Chicago." But when Prof. Merriam is told that if we don't like Illinois we can't go back where we came from, he grins and says, "Oh yes, we can. Why won't the legislature let us go? Because we're 'worth so much to them in cash. All right, then, we can buy our free- dom — the way the Free Cities of Medieval Europe bought theirs. We'll pay tribute — we're paying it now in the form of taxes. They'll let us go as long as we're willing to pay for it, as long as they can go on milking the cow. "They're on top now, but they'd better settle while they can. Within a generation, by sheer force of wealth and organization we'll get on top. And when we do we're likely to recip' rocate — in full." Eminent Political Scientist Merriam gives them a generation. Eminent Historian William E. Dodd is not so optimistic. He looks up from his trackless waste of books and nods, "Yes, it will come — in the order of future events. But not in our day. Things don't move that rapidly." MONEY TALKS A Tearful Little Earful On Our Infant Industry Top illustration (left to right): 12-14-16 oz. highball tumblers, $7.50 for 6; "Big Bertha" shaker (1 gal.!), with sterling silver top, $15.00; "Hip-Hip" shaker (3 pts.), $3.00; Pinch bottle (1 qt.), with jigger top, $3.00; Footed cocktail glasses, $9.00 for 6; cocktail glasses, $7.50 for 6. Foreground: Old-fashioned Cocktail glasses, $9.00 for 6. Six different figures to a set. (Begin on page 29) the medium of entertainment. An advertising man worthy of the name should be able to convince his prospect that the most successful programs have employed but little advertising, and that of a simple nature as a host should act, not too obtrusive. "And so another Eveready Hour comes to an end." Or perhaps a little catch-line to supple ment the advertising announcement. "Happiness is just around the corner from you" for the Happiness Candies. Or "Red Goose shoes are half the fun of having feet." And superlatives employed sparingly. Too many advertis- ing salesmen dispose of time on the air without knowing what radio's all about. Too many stations acquiesce too readily to being subsidized by Joe Blatz. Spot announcements, for example, are a real menace to radio develop' ment. Radio appeal might be aural, but you sense a frightful odor when a station will ballyhoo products after every number. And some of them have been known to broadcast spot announcements as often as every three minutes! Think of it. Twenty advertising announcements in the course of an hour's program. The program might as well be omitted. It would be ¦were some salesmen and their hungry stations to have their •way about it. Joe Blatz, one of the cheaper ad vertisers, may buy an hour's program of spot announcements and at almost every station he will pay less for it than the more reasonable sponsor will have to pay for a good hour's pro- gram in which fewer announcements are made. And the sponsor will have to pay extra for talent on his pro- gram, too. The spot announcement degrades radio. It must go. Commercials have shoved out some of the best programs on the air. Right now, as cases in point, Ara- besque and Hank Simmons' Show boat, two excellent network programs, have no local outlet despite their many loyal Chicago fans. Other good sustaining features are gone. Why? Because Joe Blatz, who's pay ing for the time, thinks such features are too high-faluting. He'd rather have a good, or even a bad, jazz or- chestra blaring out the news about Blatz soap. Too much good talent isn't given proper publicity. Too many indi viduals with great followings are be ing swallowed up and their identity lost under the name of the product. A tenor spends years at his work, gains hundreds of thousands 'who wel come his name and his song and what happens? Before he knows it he has been hired to sing for Joe Blatz un- der the significant title of "The Blatz Bluebird." Or, if Blatz isn't specific enough to suit your fancy, take the case of the new Goodyear program using Vic Dahm and his orchestra, Jimmy Melton and his Revaliers and Arthur Pryor and his band but billing them only as the Goodyear orchestra, the Goodyear Quartet and the Good' year Band. What price glory? Oo far, the adver tiser has received most of the blame. But other factors help make radio what it is — or isn't. Too many friends and relatives in the game. Too many incompetents running sta tions and programs. Too many an nouncers smugly, complacently de luding themselves into the belief they're clever — mouthing inane wise cracks to boost their stock and give the impression of glib spontaneity. "Our croon prince, radio's greatest lover, never did have a very good handwriting, ladies and gentlemen. So his next number will be that charming little apology, 'I Can't Write the Words.' " Too many incompetent judges of continuity. The head of the depart ment, harassed for time, hands a batch of copy over to the gum-chew ing steno for an OK or an NG. A lot she knows about it. But it hap pens a great deal oftener than you'd* suspect. Too many people who work for radio regard it only as a little toy for idle chatter, see the studio only as a playroom. So they make radio just that — a glorified kindergarten. But after all, Radio is potentially an ait which may rank with the greatest of them. It has as yet many mechanical difficulties but these are gradually be ing overcome. To see any great progress, however, it must eliminate all of the many other impediments which antagonize listeners. Money talks. That's the greatest fault with radio today. Why not a clearing house for programs? Why not a united stand among station own ers banded together to eliminate cut throat competition and vulgar adver tising? Or then again, why not join a good rental library? 62 The Chicagoan One can't readily fly over night to Paris, to enjoy there its famous foods. But one can swiftly hop by bus or taxi or motor to The Belmont and ac tually dine as delightfully as though at the Cafe de Paris or the Restaurant Foyot. For both Pierre Deltort, our Chef de Cuisine, and Eugene Bouillet, our Maitre d'hote I, learned their art in those culinary capi tals. If you can appreciate really fine French cooking you will dine here and rush to tell your friends the good news. REGULAR TABLE D'HOTE DINNERS INCLUDING SUNDAYS $<|.25 $4.50 $000 HOTEL Belmont B. B. 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INTOURIST provides everything — hotels, meals, all transportation, Soviet visa, theatre tickets — at ten to twenty dollars a day. to. Special tours of unusual interest: Arctic ice-breaker cruise; de luxe express to Turkestan; tour to grand open ing of Dnieprostroy Dam; Industrial Tours; Round the World in Sixty Days via the Trans-Siberian Express. Write for General Boo\let CM3 INTOURIST, Inc. 261 Fifth Ave., New York 304 North Michigan Blvd., Chicago 756 S. Broadway, Los Angeles Or see your own travel agent TRAVEL IN et m March, 1932 63 TOWER OF BABEL (American Plan) A Preview of the International House SPIRIT Be slender.. .be graceful. ..be young. ..be alive! "That isn't as simple as it sounds," you say? It is as simple as a series of visits to Elizabeth Arden's Exercise Department! In practically no time your figure, your vitality, your spirit, your very soul will stage a comeback. You will be in per fect rhythm with the universe! • Please arrange for an interview with Miss Arden's Directress, since these exer cises are specially prescribed for each individual. For an appointment phone Superior 6952. • Too often weight reduction means diminishing good looks. In Miss Arden's Salons faces are definitely molded to new loveliness at the same time that bodies are made more slim and graceful. Muscles are expertly toned. Rich creams encourage the contours to remain firm and young. Tingling astringents correct every ten dency to flabbiness and give the skin freshness and lustre. ELIZABETH ARDEN 70 EAST WALTON PLACE • CHICAGO NEW YORK • LONDON - PARIS g> Elizabeth Arden, 1932 BERLIN • ROME (Begin on page 30) wings at each end. Here, on the first floor, are a reception room, lounge, coffee shop, dining room, administrative offices and a bazaar which will be an inter national exchange where students will market a wide variety of articles from their native lands. The building will contain also a writing room, barber shop and tailor shop for the conve nience of its residents. 1 he lounge, a wal- nut paneled room with a large fire place, is so restful and gracious that it is easy to imagine a British lion sit ting down there with the most timid national lamb. The library presents a delicate problem in the selection of books that will offer diversion to all and incite malice in none. When it is completed and furnished, however, and tactfully equipped, it is expected to be one place where the book that pleases a Chinese will not offend a Japanese, and a Hindu and an Eng lishman can look at the magazines together. The assembly hall is suitable for dances and suppers, as well as lec tures and theatrical performances. This dual function is accomplished by means of a level main floor with a seating capacity of five hundred and a balcony which will accomodate twenty-two hundred. The hall has a complete stage and motion picture equipment. Its location near one of the side entrances and its separate check room facilities make it suitable for use by outside organizations. Smaller gatherings will assemble in the five so-called National rooms on the second floor. Though these vary in size they are uniformly attractive. Connected with them, are a series of completely furnished kitchenettes where students who do not choose to have their refreshments sent up from the main dining room may pre pare their native borsch, sauer kraut or curry, and altogether enjoy a com plete extraterritoriality of taste. On this door also is the Home Room where the director and his wife will receive students and continue to dispense the hospitality that for some years has been an im portant contribution to the happiness and welfare of foreign students from the University of Chicago to the Art Institute, DePaul, Loyola, North western and the rest of Chicago's col leges. Bruce Dickson, "an ambassa dor at home," comes to the director ship of the International House with invaluable experience and wide knowl edge of foreign students, their prob lems, needs and desires. He has degrees from a quarter of a dozen universities, a background of execu tive work for the Y. M. C. A. and much tact and understanding devel oped by some years of work as adviser of foreign students at the University of Chicago and director of the International Students' Associa tion of Chicago. Long ago the Sun day evening suppers which he and Mrs. Dickson gave for foreign stu dents outgrew their home and had to be moved to Ida Noyes Hall on the Midway campus, where it was not unusual for as many as four hundred guests to assemble. To these and many more students Mr. Dickson has acted in loco parentis, big brother and, if necessary, Dutch uncle. The International House will extend his opportunities still further in the mat ter of helping strangers to work and play and to learn to help themselves in a strange land. The roster of the Board of Gov ernors established by the University of Chicago to administer the house contains the names of many promi nent citizens. The president is Charles S. Dewey, former financial advisor to Poland. Other officers elected by the board are: Mrs. William G. Hibbard, vice president: Paul Russel, treasurer; James M. Stifler, secretary. Ernest J. Stevens is chairman of the House Committee and George A. Works heads the Activities Committee. WINTERSCAPE A Review of Current Art (Begin on page 45) cans, such as Handforth and Biddle, have been more inclined to compromise between the old and the new. Due to the interest already aroused in lithography and wood engraving by the Art Institute's three interna tional exhibitions, a number of our galleries are now showing the work of contemporary print makers. Kroch's, Walden's, and Anderson's this win ter have had exhibitions of the New York group which today is making new Americana of rural and urban scene. It looks as though our own graphic artists have let them get the start of us in this field. It is true that for some time such artists as Francis Chapin and Beatrice Levy have been enthusiastically making etchings and lithographs of Chicago scenes, and that others, such as Grif- fen and Roszak, have become experts at lithographs. However the move ment still lacks solidarity, and the give and take which comes from a group devoted to the same purpose. With the Chicago artists' exhibition at the Art Insti tute nearing its end, those who haven't felt the sting of rejection have settled down to make the most of the museum directors' hand picked show. Altogether it was a diplo matic coup de'etat which only direc tors used to the ways of head strong trusteees and erratic artists are capable of. They picked more new comers than ever got into the Art Institute at one time before, and then softened the blow by giving the first prize to a picture frankly pic torial and conservative. I liked especially the fresh way David McCosh painted his young country boy, Dic\, and Jean Craw ford Adams her canvas of Grant Park. Two new people whom I thought showed up well were Teressa 64 The Chicagoan THE dignity and elegance ¦ of a private dwelling, in these ideal Town Home Apartments, at 3100 SHERIDAN ROAD TYPICAL apartments of six to eight rooms also six to eight room duplex apartments. BUCKINGHAM 4041 MINIATURES A priceless possession — an ideal gift. A miniature on Ivory, hand stippled, delicate work and beautifully ren dered in water color. Size 25^x3 % inches, square or oval, in gold plated frame and easel type leather case, gold tooled — Price #175.00 Painted on Ivory Paper, 3^4x4^4 Price #75.00 On Porcelain in gold plated frame — Price #25.00 Miniatures can be painted from any photograph, daguerreotype, tintype or snapshot. OIL PAIHTIHGS After your favorite photograph — conservative in color — preserving excellent likeness. Oil paintings cleaned and revarnished OLD PHOTOGRAPHS COPIED AND RESTORED HENRIK POSSE 402 Sigel Street CHICAGO, ILL. Phone Diversey 5398 THE world of arts and letters gathers at the shrines of Goethe in Ger many this year. To mark the 100th anni versary of his passing, the poet's native land pays tribute to the greatest mind of two centuries by the celebration, from March to September, of richly dowered festivals.Weimar, where Goethe reigned as prince of art, and Frankfort, where he was born, will present special festivals; all other German cities will share in distinguished presentations. Here, in beautiful Germany, you will be wel comed as an honored guest at these festivals. An added enrichment of your travels will be the manifold treasures of German modern life : art and music ; museums and cathedrals; castles and old-world villages. Booklet 62 on the Goethe Centennial will gladly be sent. ailijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iihiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiimini iiiiiiiiillllllllliimnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiliiilJ^Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil GermanTourist Information Office 665 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. March, 1932 65 HAVEMAN McAVOY 615 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. GOWNS, WRAPS AND FURS • The Sign of the Little Eagle Means regal food, regal hospitality, regal service — as it has for so many centuries in the French tradition. Seafood? It is rushed to our kitchens daily by fast trains from New Orleans and Boston. Meat or fowl? The prime cuts, the choicest poultry are chosen per sonally by our chef. Vegetables? So baby fresh it's almost a shame to tear them from their garden. All prepared in that inimitable L'AIGLON manner with a dash of Creole, an accent of French, and al together individual. Dancing from six to one Luncheon - - - Dinner After-Theatre Supper 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 PORTRAIT OF MRS. ADAM GIMBEL OF NEW YORK, BY LEOPOLD SEYFFERT. Benson and Irene Bianucci. Stimu- lating pictures of the Chicago scene were Gustav Dalstrom's Bird Reser vation, Agnes Potter Van Ryn's pic ture of the boulevard from her window in the Windermere Hotel, and Ruth Van Sickle Ford's State Street in holiday mood. Jaroslav Brozik, Macena Barton, Archibald Motley, and Theodore Roszak all seem to have made decided progress. As the Art Institute arbitrarily and autocratically sets up its idols year after year, we look more and more to the informal 'ways of seeing the works of our artists. How en» tertaining, for instance, is Increase Robinson's exhibitions of portraits of Chicago artists by Chicago artists! Raymond O'Neil's Gallery of Living Art, with its exhibitions of the jolly handicrafts and Mexican children's drawings, likewise shows how art is being decentralized. OF THEE I SING A Distinguished Chicagoan Salutes the First President (Begin on page 48) Third Con certo, a smashing version done by Coates, the London Sym phony and the plumed knight of the piano, Vladimir Horowitz. Person ally we find this Third the most stir ring of the Rachmaninoff piano-or chestra compositions, more masculine and less mawkish than the famous Second. The poignant theme of the middle movement reveals the gloomy Slav at the top of his gait. And the elaborate traceries for the solo instru ment in the whimsical finale make your hair stand on end. Adolph Busch, a Symphony soloist here this season, and Rudolph Serkin team up in the Brahms G Major Sonata for violin and piano. Busch is a great artist. He is content to stand aside in favor of the composer and the sober hues of the sonata. This objectivity has nothing pedantic about it. Busch simply refuses to make capital of his own musical per sonality. As a result he is one of the most satisfying violinists in the world. Serkin furnishes a sympathetic read ing of the piano part. Open up the old sock, you hoard* ers, and buy Mr. Tibbett's Glory Road, a negro sermon in tone, doubled with Edward, Loewe's fa mous old ballad, M. Tibbett bids fair to become the American Chalia* pin at the rate he's going. The Glory Road is reasonably good music, swell entertainment and better sing ing. And Tibbett's unconventional treatment of Edward will send a shiver or so up and down your spine. "vV^ILLEM MENGEL- berg must have done a lot of work at the Camden studios before he went back to Holland many months ago. Victor has issued two sets made with the Philharmonic of New York un der his direction. First, the Sinfonia in B Flat by Johann Christian Bach, member of a mighty tribe, and the • Eroica Symphony of Beethoven, the latter in a bound Musical Master piece volume. The J. C. Bach is sturdy stuff arranged for modern or chestra by Stein. Mengelberg goes after his Beethoven with a little too heavy a hand, but he is aware of the The Chicagoan GO DUCHESS... for Trans-Atlantic Luxury to DUCHESS OF BEDFORD BERMUDA • Take one of the great Duchesses . . . Duchess of Bedford . . . Duchess of York. Their size means low-in-the-water steadiness . . . spaciousness. Enjoy their Trans-Atlantic style of luxury, their personal type of service and their Canadian Pacific cui sine ... so popular with the America-to-Europe commuters. REGULAR SAILINGS from New York twice weekly, 3 P. M. Docking at Hamilton pier. No transfer by tender. Round trip fares as low as $70. Get ship's plan, folders. Your own agent or E. A. Kenney, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, Illinois. 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OVERLOOK 410 N. Michigan Avenue Whitehall 6880 March, 1932 LARGEST AND MOST COMPREHENSIVE DISPLAY OF FINE CUSTOM FURNITURE IN THE MIDDLE WEST at the Irwin Showrooms in Chicago Here, those interested in fine furniture productions will see creations by America's most outstanding designing staff — splendid interpretations of beautiful period styles, and authentic reproductions of genuine antique pieces, with all the flavor of old world charm and maturity. Here, too, are many original designs rendered by the best present day craftsmen. Visitors of taste and understanding will find ample opportunity for the most discriminating selection from the large variety of styles and pieces being shown. While a strict wholesale policy prevails, you may make desired pur chases through any established dealer. ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. COOPER-WILLIAMS, INC. AFFILIATED SIX-TEN S. MICHIGAN BOULEVARD Distinguished 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. architecture of the work. We aren't too fond of this symphony. That's lese majeste for you. And where would we be without a contribution from Philadelphia. Stokowski records an album of De bussy that includes T^Luages, the Danses Sacree and Profane, and his own setting of La Cathedral Englou- tie. The discs are as brilliant and authoritative as usual. The Sun\en Cathedral should have been left sub merged in the black and white ocean of the piano keyboard in our opinion. It gains little from its orchestral dimensions. Ohman and Arden and their or chestra contribute the first Victor pressing from Gershwin's Of Thee I Sing, a doubling of the title song and Who Cares. The orchestrations are competent but why do O and A omit the verse and merely repeat the re frain four or five times? Some of Gershwin's best writing comes in his verses. There is an original mount ing progression in the verse of Who Cares and some fancy ninth chords in Of Thee I Sing. We protest bit terly. Best long playing release is a ten inch medley from Kern's The Cat and the Fiddle played by Leo Reis- man and His Orchestra. This is a luscious score if we've ever heard one and the arrangements are superb. .And now for the voice of Columbia. Take a deep breath and learn that Ernesto Halffter and the Orquesta Betica de Camara of Seville has made the Falla ballet El Amor Brujo. A rich contralto, one Conchita Velazquez, does sombre singing from the ranks of the orchestra as Falla intended she should. Perhaps you heard and saw this ballet when the Allied Arts performed it at the Goodman Thea ter several years ago. If you did you will recall that its music was pro vided by Spain's finest composer, a nationalist of the stamp of Mous- sorgski or Smetana. Halffter is a protege of Falla and obviously knows what he is about. Why the eight discs in the set were pressed on ten inch instead of twelve inch sizes we'll never know. But it's worth jumping up and down to hear this splendid modern ballet. It is one of Escudero's specialties, by the way, and he did a segment of it in recital here. Columbia enlists its veteran Sir Hamilton Harty and the Halle Or chestra in the Mendelssohn Italian Symphony, a pleasant if somewhat thin opus. Harty, whom we know only on records, seems to be a most respectable conductor. He was in America for a spell last year, but like most visiting batonists, never ap peared in Chicago. Mengelberg emerges in the camp of Columbia too, using the Amster dam Concertgebouw Orchestra to record Bach's Suite !N£o. 2 in B minor for flutes and strings. An in dispensable item for the Bach spe cialist and worthy of any collection. Add a sample from Bruno Walter, present incumbent in Carnegie Hall, a double disc of the Meistersinger Overture and we finish the monthly inventory. May we remind you (and we're happy to sing their praise) that Lyon and Healy have gone in for rec ords in a big way. They will get you recordings from anywhere in the world and they have a permanent selection of European releases that will tickle the expert. Medinah Athletic Club —Invites you— to make this splendid Masonic Club your Chicago home: Famous all over the country for its architectural beauty and rich furnishings. 500 rooms now available for permanent or tran sient guests. Every convenience and service. Members, their families and guests have access also to: Swimming Pool Gymnasium Violet Ray Depl. Billiard Room Card Rooms Golf Practice Ground Hand Ball Courts Squash Racquet Courts Library Luxurious Lounges Private Dining Rooms Ballroom When it costs you no more to have use of all this, why live where you get any less? Rates? Very moderate. Outside single rooms, handsomely furnished, bath, large closets, $60.00 a month and up. $75.00 and up, double. Charming little 2-room suites from $120.00 a month. larger space, luxuriously furnished, in proportion. Transient rooms at $3.00 daily, single — $5.00 double. To make reservation, see Mr. Phillips. For more information, write, wire or phone (WHItehall 4100). 505 No. Michigan Ave. CHICAGO Read Entertainment' The expert ad' vices of critical observers vet' eran in the serv ice of an alert and knowing readership, as' sembled com' pactly and suc cinctly on pages 4 and 6 of this and every issue of The Chicagoan 68 The Chicagoan THE NEWEST THING in smart interior lighting is the portable Reflectorette "indirect lamp". . . . Primarily suited to bridge because the large center bulb provides an overhead, in direct light for general illumination, the three candlelights serve for reading and for decorative lighting. This new type of lamp comes in many charming shades and base designs and finishes. Low price range and remarkable lighting qualities give it popularity. . . . Upon invitation, we will be pleased to demonstrate one of these modern indirect lamps in your home. Telephone RANdolph 1200, Local 1219 COMMONWEALTH EDISON ELECTRIC SHOPS 72 West Adams Street and Branches JOE LEWIS KING OF NIGHT CLUBS AND AN ALL STAR NEW SHOW Leo Wolf and His Orchestra Dinner 5:30 to 10 P. M. $1.50 CHICAGO'S CAFE OF DISTINCTION Broadway at Grace St. Phone Buckingham 3254 Vanity Fair No Cover Charge at Any Time NEW MADISON ROOM? 68 W. Madison St. — Second Floor — Drop in for luncheon or dinner and enjoy the pleasant surround ings of Chicago's beautiful new dining room. Complete table service will prevail throughout the day and evening, featuring a variety of home cooked special dishes. Open from 10:30 A. M. to 9:00 P. M., including Sundays. You Will Like Itl JUST WONDERFUL FOOD J Announcement MR. ANDRE Hair Stylist Formerly of Antoine de Paris and Sa\s Fifth Ave. Is T^pw Associated with the UPTON BEAUTY SALON Suite 203 936 North Michigan Ave. Telephone Delaware 2979 March, 1932 69 When interiors in the formal manner pall THERE come moments when the formal interiors of great houses cause nostalgic yearnings for the peaceful in timacy of a small cottage. Rec ognizing this, clever decorators seek to recreate in the interiors of sumptuous homes the charm and simple grace of the small house. Many of the most appreciated and most lived-in rooms are fur nished in Danersk Maple and Knotty Pine. The unpretentious warmth and informality of these lovely pieces depends upon faithful adherence to the strict conventions of tradition that only Danersk craftsmanship affords. In our ever-growing collection of American designs you will find cabinets lined with lovely old-time glazed papers — chairs with hand- shaped spindles and one-piece seats — fashioned just as the careful cab inetmakers of early New England built their furniture. When you visit our showrooms PRINCESS ROSTISLAV An Interview in the Intimate Ma?i?ter Marshfield cupboard $175. Comb back Windsor chair $34. Complete dining grout $433 ¦ — and you will find a visit most worthwhile — ask to see the new Danersk creations in contemporary design — "Almoin," and "Louisi- anne." Write for illustrations of new Danersk pieces at modest prices. Danersk Furniture is always sold by the maker direct to the buyer. It may be seen only on our own floors. DANERSK FURNITURE ERSKINE-DANFORTH CORPORATION • Designers and makers of choice furniture NEW YORK: CHICAGO: LOS ANGELES: 383 Madison Avenue 620 North Michigan Avenue 2869 West 7th Street « 1 -i ¦!''' -- -_ * L LlJ 111. i. ijfi 1 ¦*. i 410 r OR SALE OR LONG TERM RENTAL MODERN TOWN HOUSE WITH ALL ADVANTAGES OF SUBURBAN LOCA TION, yet within 12 minutes of Loop in Restricted Residential District just North of Lincoln Park. Inquiries: McMenemy & Martin, Inc. Frank F. Overlook <J. Michigan Avenue Whitehall 6880 (Begin on page 27) husband's an cestress Catherine The Great, and, from whose ranks some of her fa- vorites were picked. None but hand' somest of titled Russians could join it in her time, and the tradition per sisted down to the time it was disbanded.) 1 HE bride and groom had a Week-end honeymoon at the Kellogg Fairbanks' Lake Ge neva house, and like the Prince and Princess of the Story Book, they are living happily ever after. (Amazingly happily, everyone says, and the Princess has even been heard to use in public her favorite pet name for her Prince — which is nothing more formal than "ootka," and if you know your Russian that's "little duck" — but for mock serious occa sions she can call him Mr. Rostislav Romanov — which is how he signs his checks.) They have not become naturalized, but they consider themselves as set tled in America, though they hope to be able sometime to visit all their relatives abroad. The Princess' mother lives in Hungary with the Szcheynis; one sister is married to a Scot — the Honorable James Campbell — of the Duke of Argyll's family, and lives mostly in Scotland: another is Baronne von Lebich of Vienna, and still another is Mme. Onkovskoy, of Paris. (Prince Nicholas lives here, at present with the Rostislavs, but he will be setting up a house of his own when he marries Josephine Dennehy this spring.) Before the war the family's collec tive fortune would have paid the na tional debt: now none of them are more than just living. But, as the Chicago princess says, "I would never wish to be rich. It is a great nuis ance. I would like to make money, yes — and my husband, too, if it is that we are earning it and not sell ing our name. But just enough to live on decently." Contrary, certainly to Gleb Bot- kin's sometimes irritating story, The Real Romanovs. "When I read it," the Princess told me, "I threw it across the room more than once — but I always got it again to see what diabolic intentions he could credit to my husband's family, and particular ly to his mother Grand Duchess Xenia." Whatever any of the other Romanovs think, the Chicago branch of the family is certain that she who says she is Anastasia the Czar's daughter is an imposter. And while that assumption makes them legal heirs to any of the Czar's fortune that may still be in English banks. they are certain it was all withdrawn and used by the Czar to carry on the war. Only what they can accumulate by the very strength of their bodies and their brains, do they hope to exist on henceforth. None of the "arrogant, regal pretentiousness" Mr. Botkin accuses the remaining Ro manovs of flaunting, can be attached to Princess Aleka or her husband: nor at the same time, because they must take humble jobs, have they in any sense lost caste. They are still aristocrats, but most human ones. They are so glad to be alive, to be strong enough to make a living, to have enough to eat after the terrible hungry days, that repining for a lost glory seems like a colossal presump tion, to them. And if you ask her, as so many rich friends have, with considerable anxiety in the question, too, whether she thinks a revolution might ever take place in America, she says, "I don't think it possible. Americans of every class are far too civilized. We Russians were all really Tartars." But what a lovely, sophisti cated and exquisite Tartar is Aleka, with only one fear in life now, that she may ever weigh as much as she did at twenty when she came to Chi cago. To make sure of that, the Prin cess doesn't eat any of the potatoes she cooks, even when she doesn t burn them. CREATIVE CRITICISM A Protest in Behalf of Dancer and Dancee (Begin on page 58) There were the magnificent Choreographic Waltz, the haunting Pavane, and the stirring and much talked of Bolero, in this in stance entitled Iberian Monotone. For the opening ballet Miss Page repeated Marcel Delannoy's Cinder ella, which had had its creation at the close of the Ravinia season last summer. At the premiere it delighted hundreds of children who crowded into the park to see a favorite fairy tale brought to life. Invocation, Miss Page's Oriental, newest, and only solo, with music by Djemal Rechid, completed the program. Cinderella preserved the child-like imagery of the original tale. The exquisite fabric glowed again in the settings and costumes by Nicolas Remisoff. There was the ballroom of Prince Charming's palace, with its concord of reds, its throne vibrant with white ermine, its coat of arms with an obsequious lion, and a soul ful-eyed mouse. The story is danced upon a stage of enchanted ground. It is a country wherein a complete change of ward robe can be effected by the mere wave of a fairy wand. Light dissolves the walls of the humble cottage where Cinderella slaves at the hearth; and light builds up a royal ballroom where the meek and down-trodden Cinder ella finds her Charming reward. Mary Ann Stone was a capable and good-looking Fairy Godmother. The two Stepsisters, Fara Krasnopol- sky and Serena Seymour, were de lightfully wicked and cleverly ugly in all of their pantomime. Their toilette frustrations, their determina tion to "slenderize" with narrow bodices, and their gauche gavotte with Prince Charming wrung much laughter from the audience. Ruth Page displayed a brilliant dance technique as the glorified Cin derella; she was picturesquely pitiful as the poor little drudge. Ske and Blake Scott (Prince Charming) chose for a moment to emphasize the sophis tication in the overtones of Delannoy's appealing waltz. As they danced it, the waltz became a vivacious com bination of rock-a-bye baby in the tree top and stylized ballet technique. The Chicagoan 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 HOTEL wesmum> v JVe are now presenting the th(ew and Correct FORMAL CLOTHES AND ACCESSORIES for Easter, afternoon weddings and other daytime social and business occasions LONDON DETROIT CHICAGO MINNEAPOLIS OUTFITTERS TO GENTLEMEN 100 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE TTWt tflfi. tJjLOgjdZ ! " — and don't laugh" for back of that spiny exterior is a record of public service that has meant more to the comfort of the human race than you could ever imagine. You can't laugh off service. The Teazel is practically zero for looks and it certainly is no blue-blood for it is just the seed-pod of a weed. But — it is the one thing in the world that can bring out "the nap you love to touch" on a blanket. And everyone knows it's the soft, fleecy bulk in bed covering rather than burdensome weight that provides warmth, comfort and refreshing rest. That is why Teazels are used to raise the nap on Kenwood all wool blankets instead of some cheaper and quicker steel wire brushing. The Teazel gently draws out the fibre that forms the nap but leaves one end firmly anchored in the fabric — the fibre and fabric are not injured and the nap is a permanent part of the blanket itself. The Teazeled nap is but one of many advantages in Kenwoods. Kenwoods are all wool — selected, new long-fibre wool. They are pre-shrunk dyed with the most permanent of colors and made in FULL unstinted sizes. They are warmer, more comfortable, wear longer and cost less in the long run. Eleven lovely pastels and interesting patterned effects from which to choose. ! SiMfiMtf 550 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. March, 1932 71 OF CHEERIO This cheerful Fos- toria set will win a welcome in any home. It consists of a plump and benevolent decanter surrounded by its off spring ... 6 little glasses which resemble their parent. In azure, green, rose, amber, topaz, and wistaria. Its use among congen ial people adds so much to pleasant living. APPETITES AND COLOR A buffet, to be suc cessful , must bemore than a collection of various foods. It must also be a delight to the eye. That explains the tremendous vogue of this large Fostoria buffet dish among women who are clever at entertain ing. This graceful "Torte" plate comes in amber, crystal, green, rose, topaz and wis taria. Through its charming presence on a table, the simplest buffet can be made a delight to the eye . . . and so many times more appetizing. HOW WILL YOU HAVE YOURS? Cream? Sugar? . . . if it's after-dinner coffee. Cream?Sug- ar? Lemon?.. .ifit's afternoon tea. For this colorful and graceful Fostoria set is equally useful for either func tion. With coffee, the sugar bowl and cream- pitcher may be used on the tray. With tea, the tray becomes a charming dish for sliced lemon. In five subtle shades, this set is a lovely and inexpensive gift to give a friend ... or yourself. "" BULL IN CHINA SHOP This picture shows Henry W. Banks III, the noted re search engineer. For a whole month he played bull-in- china-shop and smashed hundreds of dish es, cups and saucers. As a result of his tests, he announces that, "Fostoria Glass Dinnerware, in spite of its apparent deli cacy, is actually far less breakable than ordi nary china." And that's worth knowing. To get the smartest and latest information on table settings, both formal and informal, write for the interesting booklet, ' ' The Glass of Fash ion "... Fostoria Glass Company, Deft. Cj, Moundsville , W. Va. MODERN MOTORS The New Nash and Packard's Insurance By Clay Burgess THE new Nash makes its bow and they call it Rhapsody in Motion. And there are five en tirely new and radically advanced groups of motor cars, and twenty seven new models. They are long, low, of "slip-stream" design and have been perfected through the Nash adaptation of aero-dynamics to minimise wind resistance. The new line is made up of four straight- eight groups and a new big six series. The leading offering is the Ambassa dor Twin-Ignition Eight series with 12? horsepower and a wheelbase of 142 inches. Then, there are the Ad vanced Twin-Ignition Eight series with a 13 3-inch wheelbase and 125 horsepower; the Special Twin-Igni tion Eight, 128-inch wheelbase and 100 horsepower; the Standard Straight Eight, 121-inch wheelbase, 8? horsepower and the Big Six on an extra long 116-inch wheelbase and 70 horsepower. There are scores of valuable body and chassis refinements: larger tires on smaller, sturdier wheels; new si lent dual mufflers; sound-proofing of all bodies and chassis; silent, syn chro-shift transmission and synchro- shift free wheeling and a lot of other improvements. The new Nash "slip-stream" body designs constitute an important ad vancement. There are two main fac tors involved in this basic design. The first tends to minimize air re sistance, making it possible for the cars to slip through the air with less effort, with lower fuel consumption and at a higher rate of speed. The second leads to a more perfect utili zation of space within the bodies, thus adding to the comfort and pleas ure of driver and passengers. There is a nice sense of symmetry in the appearance of the new models, and several neat features. For in stance: new color combinations; pro nounced V-type fronts; exceptionally long, graceful hoods and door-type ventilators; single-bar bumpers, front and rear; new headlight brackets and tie-bar; two horns mounted on the lamp brackets; slanting, non-glare windshields; slip-stream fenders merg ing into massive steel-and-rubber run ning boards and dozens of other new body attainments and refinements. The five new groups are offered at a price range of $777 to $2055. And they're models that you ought to tab. Packard has an insurance policy for Packard owners. It's a service insurance and you don't have to have an examination or an swer a lot of questions such as how old were your grandparents when they died and do you use alcohol and how many cigarettes a day do you smoke? Otherwise, it's quite like an insurance policy of the familiar sort. The buyer agrees to pay for the maintenance and complete lubrication of his Packard and to bring the car to the seller's service station at regu lar periods stipulated in an attached schedule and leave it for service at tention. The seller agrees to follow the inspection schedule and to do right by the car. It all works out very nicely and the service charges are the lowest possible. The Packard driver is assured of the best in car performance at a definite cost per mile. HAIR APPARENT Glory That Is Glory (Begin on page 55) And so for a happy spring, tilt the hats where they may. Items GETTING under your skin is now a quite pleasant and exceed ingly worth-while occupation. There's a new device placed in the hands of specially trained attendants which en ables them to diagnose skin conditions just as a doctor diagnoses physical conditions. The Dermascope does away with casual naked eye analysis and really shows the beauty operator what basic troubles she must correct. It looks like a microscope or telescope or something but is especially de signed to show the diagnostician the underlying layers of the skin. With it she can see what is going on un derneath the surface of the skin — whether the epidermis is throwing off wastes as it should and if the cells are sufficiently active, whether the tis sues are firm and elastic or sagging, whether the fat glands are overwork ing or underworking to produce an oily or dry skin, whether blackheads are beginning to develop underneath, and all sorts of things. It is easy to see how this facilitates corrective work. Faulty conditions can be at tacked before their results appear on the surface and this process of scien tific examination should be a tremen dous help in facial care. The Derma- scope is used at both Condos salons, in the Pittsfield building and in the South Side shop, and you'll find it an illuminating experience to run over and let yourself be stared at through its all-seeing eye. Cjray hair doesn't need to be a distress feature at all these days. One of the loveliest heads I ever saw was one of those illustrated for this article and almost completely gray. But the hair after the shampoo was rinsed with An- toine's French bluing rinse and had a beautiful blue-silvery tone that was wonderfully flattering. The under tone of blue on silver hair emphasizes all the white notes of the skin and is really thrilling with blue eyes. bo many people think of hair tonic as a sort of medi cine, to be taken after bad conditions develop. Of course it must be used vigorously then but a good tonic is an essential as a protective measure. Kreml is a new product achieved by a German scientist which is perfect for this purpose, as it does not leave the hair sticky or messy-feeling. A clear, stimulating liquid, it is rubbed into the scalp with the finger tips and does wonders to neutralize scalp conditions, encourage dry, faded hair and remove excess oil from oily hair. It is de lightfully stimulating to the scalp, too. MADE BY JiiL qrtm A costume of Morocco crepe created by Sally Milgrim, and fiinished to the last expert de tail in the Milgrirrr workrooms. An exceptional value for those who require finesse and originality in their fashions. Black or navy with white; grege with brown '69" 600 Michigan Blvd., South CHICAGO School of the Dance Ballet Tap Character 64 E. 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Delaware 3688 MCCigO S v f LeiVest • The gratifying occupancy in the newly completed Blackwood proves that discriminat ing apartment seekers appreciate the finest in Hotel Homes. Here in fashionable Hyde Park you will find spacious 1 to 5 room suites fur nished in the true individuality of your own home — a multitude of finer hotel Services to make your living more enjoyable. Shops, terrace, roof garden in building. Rates moder ately low and standard to all. We in vite your most critical inspection. PHIL CCA LOWELL Personally Directing THE/JLACKWOOD 5200 BLACKSTONE AVENUE Telephone Dorchester 3310 For free Recipe Book. address Mouquin, Inc.. 217 East Illi nois Street, Chicago. 3tt,ouqulti < "^. ^»*/ NON- %¦ ALCOHOLIC J Vet'roottth -English T>vy English Dry (Gin) Triple Strength and Distilled. The same old gin with the alco hol omitted. The finishing touch to the perfect cocktail 1 French and Italian styles of Vermouth. At good dealers everywhere. COUTHOUI FOR TICKETS Cfjarm House then an American Restaurant frag been pro- nounceb excellent bp (European connoisseurs of cuisine, there must be a berp goob reason for such pronouncement. Luncheons 11 A. M. to 2:30 P. M. Dinners 5:30 P. M. to 9 P. M. Sundays and Holidays 12 Noon to 9 P. M. 800 Cotoer Court (Cor. Michigan Ave. and Chicago) At Old Water Tower Phone— Superior 4781 <CJ4ICAGOAN 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN: Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature) (New address) (Old address) March, 1932 73 Photo by Wolff- Cooley Chanel Model with Beauti- ful Beige Fox Cuffs Specially Priced ETHEL DOLL 112 East Oak Street SVPerior 1626 SPOON IS THE ENEMY OF THE HIGH-BALL SELF-STIRRING BILLY BAXTER CLUB SODA Send for booklet . . . it tells all THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION CHESWICK, PA. CHICAGO POETS, A QUESTIONNAIRE (Begin on page 33) By EUNICE TIETJENS (1.) I suppose it must have, since I have lived here so much, but I am not conscious of it. (2.) Poetry and the Goodman theatre have been intellectually stimulating to me, the architecture emotionally, and as for instinct, I cannot say. (3.) A self who stands apart from outward things, From pleasure and from tears, And all the little things I say and do. She feels that action traps her, and she swings Sheer out of life sometimes, and loses sense Of boundaries and of impotence. I thin\ she touches something, and her eyes Grope, almost seeing, through the veil Towards the eternal beauty in the s\ies And the last loveliness that cannot fail. By JEAN TOOMER (1.) It has challenged me more than any other American city. I want to put Chicago in liiterature. Its boulevards, bridges, and buildings, the life of its people, are, to me, the most vivid and im- pressive of American metropolitan experiences. In Chicago things stand out. A curious, very vivid greywhite light seems to illumine and reveal each form and feature. Nothing can hide. Few things can be hidden. All of Chicago is exposed. Its buildings — the Palm- olive, the Tribune Tower, the Wrigley Building — stand out. In a corresponding way its life, the underworld and gangland, politics, civic institutions, social groups, society, stand out. (2.) All three have been greatly stimulated by Chicago: my physical life owing to my contact with its very vivid physical forms; my emotional life because Chicago has made me want to do, feel, and think many, many things; my intellectual life because Chicago has presented to me, as no other city has, the basic problems and tasks of American life. If I had to state the one way in which Chicago has most influenced me, I would say this: that it has made me strive to create modern symbols expressive of modern life. (3.) I have, I think, come closest to reality in writing in aphorisms : Man is a nerve of the cosmos, dislocated, trying to quiver into place. Since I was stupid enough to get in this, then in it I must groiv wise enough to get out. In poetry, I recall the following lines: Once I saw large waves Crested with white-caps; A driving wind Transformed the caps Into scudding spray — "Swift souls," I addressed them — They turned towards me Startled Sea-descending faces; But I, not they, Felt the pang of transcience. Spaciousness . . e d walls voodhurmng fireplaces . tiled baths , . garages BAIRD & WARNER Holly court 1855 Greenleaf 1855 528 Davis Street, Evanston 400 LEE STREET (Tke Attey Gartk) EVANSTON Abbey G^ardi apartments oiler not only the utmost Irom every standpoint of living comfort and convenience, but a location and environment second to none. rour to seven rooms, with appointments and arrangements suited to every requirement — rentals in keeping -with the times. Your inspection, appoint ment or inquiry invited. 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 S200 M, Knoedler &. Company Incorporated Established 1846 HIGH CLASS PAINTINGS WATER COLORS AND ETCHINGS 622 S. Michigan Ave. Chicago New York London Paris Telephone: Harrison 0994 74 The Chicagoan M Mx4 ' I As Scotch as a kilt! iBaBaBE We are exclusive agents for all Henry Heath Hats, which permits us to show you the latest London styles. There's a snap of style and smartness in a Scotch Mist topcoat that appeals to a well-dressed man. Does it lie in the sheer quality of the pure Scotch woolen? Is it the deft shaping of a line here and there or the unmistakable drape that comes from hand-tailoring? Surely it is something besides the excellence of pattern and soft color ings from the land o' heather. The weave is a secret we discovered years ago and kept for ourselves and our customers. (Scotch Mists are thereby made rainproof.) And it is true that our tailors are able to pre sent this entirely useful topcoat as a striking style note for the wardrobe of the well-dressed. "Henry Heath" Derby $10. "Henry Heath" Snap Brim Felts or Homburgs in tan, grey, brown or green $10. 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