<lk CUICAGOAN July, 1932 Price 35 Cents HOT-WEATHER ENEMY NO. 1 When it comes to heat-combating fabrics, Palm Beach Cloth deserves a place right at the top of the list. Spalding fea tures this light weight, attractive cloth in suits, slacks, and knickers — all correctly styled and tailored so well that their good looks last through innumerable launderings. The suits — coat, vest, and trousers — are $18.50, and very good value at that price. The slacks — in Spalding's famous English model with pleats in front and adjustable tabs at the sides — are $4.75. The knickers are also $4.75. If you're skeptical of all summer fabrics, try a pair of the slacks or knickers first. After you've sampled the com fort of this fine cloth . . . after you've seen \t return from the laundry with its rich lustre unimpaired . . . you'll real ize that this is one cool fabric that has earned a right to a place in your wardrobe. 211 SOUTH STATE STREET IF YOU PLAY TENNIS ... you should know about Spalding's new White Ducks. They're made of a fine, pre- shrunk duck that can hold its own with any laundry. They're well styled, with pleats in front, and adjustable tabs at the sides, and tailored as carefully as flannels. And they're priced at the very pleasant price of $2.75 ! ».o.s..Bros. Dream of a CHIFFON Nothing like it on the Beach Walk. Nothing like it anywhere . . . be cause it's one of our Made-in-Paris Dresses. In glorious prints . . . no two alike. Handrolled .... $45 FRENCH ROOM, SIXTH FLOOR MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY f July, 1932 3 «*' STAGE (Curtains, 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., Matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless otherwise indicated. Call The Chicagoan Theatre Ticket Service, Harrison 003?, for prices.) DO YOUR STUFF — Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. All-col ored revue with the usual excellent hoofing and hot music. CLOWNS IN CLOVER— Grand Opera House, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Lew Leslie's new white revue, with Walter Woolf, the baritone, and Lew Hearn, the 'Drama LOVE OH APPROVAL — Play house, 416 South Michigan. Har rison 2300. New comedy by George Spaulding with a cast head ed by Cecil Spooner and Victor Sutherland. CINEMA WINNER TAKE ALL — James Cagney enacts a lightweight Dempsey with Tunney inclina tions. (See it.) THE MAN FROM YESTERDAY — Clive Brook and Claudette Col bert in a post-war tragedy. (If you like them.) THE DARK HORSE — Warren William burlesques, entertainingly, the great god politics. (Don't miss it.) THUNDER BEL O W— Tallulah Bankhead, Paul Lukas and Charles Bickford tackle sex in the tropics. (Don't bother.) MERRILY WE GO TO HELL— Fredric March does his best with I, Jerry, Ta\e Thee, Joan, which just doesn't film. (Don't see it.) LOVE IS A RACKET— Fairbanks the younger in a reportorial com edy drama of no particular mo ment. (Never mind.) IS MY FACE RED? — Still another columnist thing. (Tune in Lucky Strike hour instead.) COHGRESS DANCES — A splendid European production based on the Congress of Vienna. (See it by all means.) RACE TRACK — Leo Carillo con trives another sterling characteri zation. (Go.) TWO SECOHDS — Edward G. Rob inson's first bad picture. (Too bad.) SOCIETY GIRL — Misinterpreted for the masses. (Not at these prices.) ATTORNEY FOR THE DEFEHSE — Edmund Lowe in court room dramatics that satisfy. (Worth your while.) TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later c O N T E N T S Page 1 JULY DAY, by Burnham C. Curtis 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 THE TOWN AND ITS INTERESTS 9 EDITORIAL COMMENT 11 CHICAGO ANA, conducted by Donald C. Plant 14 THE CANDIDATES IN CARICATURE, by Sandor 15 THE CONVENTIONS IN RETROSPECT, by Milton S. Mayer 17 POST-CHANGE, by Robert Lee Eskridge 18 THE FAIR TAKES FORM 20 ONTARIO IN SUMMER 21 SKIPPING TOWN, by Lucia Lewis 22 SEVEN DAY WAVES, by Fulton Rogers 23 THE CHARM OF THE MARITIMES 24 OLYMPICS BOUND 26 RESORTS HEREABOUTS 23 BRIDES OF THE SUMMER 30 GUARDIANS OF ARDEN SHORE 31 PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, by Caroline S. Krum 32 KAY STROZZI 33 THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden 34 TARZAN THE "IT" MAN 35 URBAN PHENOMENA, by Virginia Skinkle 36 MODERN ARCHITECTURE 37 DROPPING THE PILOT, by Edward Everett Altrock 33 THOSE SUMMER GUESTS, by The Hostess 39 SHOPS ABOUT TOWN, by The Chicagoenne 41 UNWILTED BEAUTIES, by Marcia Vaughn 42 HOME SUITE HOME, by Ruth G. Bergman THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford. General Manager— is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, Martin Quigley, President, 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, 111. Harrison 003 5. 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. Subscription, $3.00 annually; single copy 35c. Vol. XII, No. 12. July, 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. HENRICI'S — 71 Dearborn 1800. W. Randolph. The Town's old est restaurant. It's really an insti tution. And you've never had such coffee and pastries. PICCADILLY — 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 197?. Apt to be more in feminine than masculine taste, but an admirable luncheon or tea spot. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 Rush. Delaware 1492. Unique, quaint and the atmosphere and cuisine are Swedish. Especially famous for its smorgasbord. Decorated with Swedish objets d'art. THE SPANISH TEA ROOM— 126 S. Washington St., Naperville. On State route No. 18 (Ogden Ave.). Noted for its famous home cook ing. On Saturday nights Al Varnee and his boys play to a big crowd. CHARM HOU S £—800 Tower Court. A new establishment bring ing to Chicago the same food that has been enjoyed and so well served in Charm House in Cleveland for four years. SCHOGLE'S— 37 N. Wells. A res- taurant noted for its literary flavor and not less worthy for its more than fifty years of excellent vict- ualry. Something of a show place. MAILLARD'S — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Pleasant surround ings and people and a moderately snooty luncheon, tea and dinner place. They'll be glad to check your dog, too. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Abounding with noble Teutonic foodstuffs and the quiet of an old German Inn. For three decades Papa Gallauer, who will attend you, has kept his estab lishment what it is today. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diver- sey 2322. The home of the straw berry waffle. And here, too, the late-at-nighters find just the right club sandwich or huge steak. MME. GALLVS — 18 E. Illinois. Delaware 2681. Here one finds stage and opera celebrities and ex cellent Italian cuisine. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE —632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. An astonishing selection of deli cacies from the deep; wonderfully prepared. WON KOW — 223? Wentworth. Calumet 1189. Not the usual chop suey place, but a real Chinese din ing room situated in Chinatown, serving real Chinese dishes pre pared in the native way. CHEZ LOUIS — 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and Amer ican catering. M. Louis Steffen has with him his old Opera Club and Ciro's staff and chefs. SHEPARD TEA ROOM — 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. Good foods at reasonable prices; in the arcade of the Arcade Building. GRAYLING'S — 410 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7600. Catering to the feminine taste, but there's a gri 1 for men in the rear. Well patron ized by nice people. And right at the Bridge. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Summer terrace and garden. Rus sian European cuisine. Tambu- ritza entertainers during luncheon and dinner hour. JULIEH'S — 1009 Rush. Delaware 0040. Heaping portions of every thing and a broad board and Mama Julien's equa.ly broad smile. Bet ter telephone for reservations. FRED HARVEY'S — Union Station. The usual wonderful foods and the regular Harvey service. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Mich igan. Delaware 1187. A very knowing place; for one thing, there's the cusine, and for another, if that be necessary, the atmos phere. GOLDSTEIN'S— 821 West 14th St. Roosevelt 208?. In Death Valley to be sure, but you ought to taste the steaks prepared in the native Roumanian style and the other Roumanian dishes. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. French and Creole dishes prepared by a competent kitchen. There are private dining rooms and an altogether pleasant orchestra. M. Teddy Majerus over sees. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Truly a blessing in a neighborhood where good restaurants are few and far between. A place you'll want to remember if you ever go over that way. KAl/'S — 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Sound, hearty German dishes appealing to those who would be well-fed. MT. ARARAT— 117 E. Chestnut. Delaware 3 300. Armenian cuisine; something different that ought to be 4 The Chicagoan We are Niagara-Bound and say: "Come Along // That is, if you're interested in seven delightful days cruising the blue waters of the Great Lakes. And -who isn't? "Why even the maid, the butler and gardener -would like this trip, but we rather imagine the master and mistress will go instead. It's fit for a king and queen! ¦Why trifle with Borneo or Zanzibar? Why, in deed — when this cruise lands you in Canada? And — well — we can't mention it, but what have Americans made Canada noted for? And sights! Why, my dears, the Fiji Islands can't hold a candle to the ones you'll see on this trip. Has Togoland a Mackinac Island, a Detroit, a Buffalo or a Niagara Falls? Timbuktu may have its night life — but so has Niagara. "What's the wheezing of jazz bands to the thunder of falling water dramatized by thousands of giant colored lights? It's like comparing near beer to real beer! We ask you — is that a comparison? Talk about luxury and comfort! These D&C Boats take the prize. Floating hotels — that's what they are. And the meals aboard these palatial liners are as popular as Johnny "Walker, and, as in a case of Johnny, there's a reason! They're GOOD! What's more, there are bridge tournaments, deck sports, afternoon teas and dancing, not to mention the genial social hostess who acquaints you with your fellow passengers. Pleasure supreme! Are you sick and tired of worrying? Then, this is the trip for you, for there's nothing to worry about — no extra tickets to buy, no baggage to check, no meals to order, no rooms to select. The price of your ticket takes care of everything. If we weren't addressing Chicagoans, we'd say this trip was as easy as rolling off a log. By the way, are you interested in a bona fide bargain? "We thought so! You -wouldn't be true Chicagoans if you weren't. It sounds a bit ex pensive, doesn't it, but happily it's only the sound that's expensive. There — the cat's out of the bag — the whole grand trip, from start to finish, is yours for $77.75. A master bargain, eh what? Blame The Chicagoan for that! And take our word for this, -when it comes to making merry on this trip, the "Merry Widow" -will have noth ing on us. Okay, Chicagoan Pals, we'll be seein' you on Monday, August 1 ! The CHICAGOAN For the CURIOUS — a descriptive folder ASK US FOR ONE For Tickets and Reservations: See any Authorized Tourist or Travel Agency or call City Ticket Office, D&C Navi gation Co., 1009 Carbide & Carbon Bldg., 230 N. Michigan Ave. Telephone Ran. 4470. LAKE LINES July, 1932 5 tried. Host M. Jacques (who has exhibited at the Art Institute) has done the interior himself. VASSAR HOUSE — Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. Here you may have luncheon, tea, dinner and even breakfast in a most modern setting. There's the lovely Diana Court, too. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Building. For luncheon, tea or dinner and no matter where you are, if you are around Town at all, you aren't too far from one of the three. HYDE PARK CLUB— 53rd at Lake Park. On the roof of the bank building. Excellent luncheons and dinners. Also, perfectly suited for dances, private parties and so on. FRASCATI'S — 619 N. Wabash. Delaware 0714. Italian and Amer ican dishes and unusual service and courtesy. BRADSHAW'S— 127 E. Oak. Dela ware 2386. A pleasant spot for luncheon, tea or dinner. Quiet and restful, and the catering is notable. LE PETIT GOURMET— 611 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. A luncheon and dinner place well at tended by good people and some thing of a show place. It, too, is perhaps more feminine than mascu line. JACQUES — 180 E. Delaware. De'a- ware 0904. Famous for French cuisine and alert service and well known to discriminating Chicago ans. RIVEREDGE — On the Des Plaines River, route 22, '/2 mne east oi Milwaukee Avenue at Half Day. Rather a trip, but worth it to get away from it all. The cuisine is excellent. THE SAN PEDRO — 918 Spanish Court, Wilmette. Authentic old- tavern setting. Food that pleases North Shorites who gather here. There are some famous specialties. MAISON CHAPELL— 1142 S. Michigan. Webster 4240. Where those who are connoisseurs of ex cellent French cuisine assemble for the pleasure of an evening. HARDING'S COLOHIAL ROOM —21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Fa mous for its old fashioned Amer ican dishes, including corned beef and cabbage, and for service, effi ciency and a variety of foodstuffs. B/G SANDWICH SHOPS— There are eleven locations in the Down town section. Tempting foods promptly served. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. That old Spanish atmosphere, service and catering. It is, all in all, rather unique and your out-of-town guests ought to enjoy dining there. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish menu and unstinted hors d'oeuvres and an amazing variety of dishes. Works of Scandinavian craftsmen are also on view. ALLEGRETTI'S— 228 S. Michigan, 11 E. Adams. Convenient eating places where excellent foods may be had, especially for luncheon or MRS.' SHINTANI'S— 3725 Lake Park. Oakland 2775. Here you can be served a complete Japanese meal — suki-yaki and the several other Japanese dishes. Better call a day ahead. <tM~orning — Noon — Nigh t COHGRESS HOTEL — Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Eddie South and his International Or chestra play in the Balloon Room and Dan Russo and his band play for dinner dancers in the Pompeian Room. _ EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 Block — Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Charlie Agnew and his orchestra. Marine Dining Room and Beach Walk. Dinners, $1 50 $1.75, $2.00; cover charge SANDOR S HERALDIC TRIBUTE TO MR. HAROLD H. SWIFT 50c; after dinner guests, $1.00. Saturdays, cover charge 75c; after dinner guests, $1.25. Dancing till midnight on week nights, except Fridays till 12:30 and Saturdays till 1:00. HOTEL SHERMAN— C!ark at Ran dolph. Franklin 2100. At College Inn: Grand music and good fun. Every Thursday is Theatrical Night. Maurie Sherman plays for tea dances. NEW BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Phil Levant and Royal Revelers play for dinner and supper dancing from 7:00 p. m. to 1:00 a. m.; later on Saturday. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. Dancing every night on one of the Town's few roof gardens. Dinner, $1.50. After nine, minimum a la carte charge, 75c. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Mich igan. Wabash 4400. George Dev- ron and his band play in the main dining room. Dinner, $1.50. No cover charge. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Joe Roberts 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. HOTEL LA SALLE — La Sal'e at Madison. Franklin 0700. Frank Spamer and his boys play in the Blue Fountain Room. Dinner, $1.50; supper, $1.00. No cover charge. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The traditionaly 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. EAST END PARK — Hyde Park Blvd. at 53rd St. Fairfax 6100. A popular dining place on the southside. Table d'hote dinner, $1.00. SEHECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chest nut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splendid Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to south- side diners-out. Dinner, $2.00. 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. 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. GEORGIAN HOTEL— 422 Davis Street. Greenleaf 4100. Fine serv ice and foods. Where Evansto- nians and near-northsiders are apt to be found dining. HOTEL WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Famous throughout the years as a delightful place to dine. Two dining rooms; no dancing. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. HOTEL BELMONT — 3 1 56 Sher idan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A Paris trained chef who prepares de'icious dinners which are prop erly served by alert, quiet waiters. PALMER HOUSE — State at Mon roe. Randolph 7500. In the Vic torian Room, dinner, $1.50. In the Chicago Room, $1.00. In the Empire Room, $2.00. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. One of the outstanding ballrooms of the Town and smaller private party rooms, too. The cuisine is excep tional. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50; in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. BOOKS THE STORE, by T. S. Stribling — A tale of an Alabama town during the year preceding Cleveland's first can didacy, exemplifying social, reli gious, and economic trends, by means of astonishing characters both negro and white, and a plot which centers in a big cotton swin dle, having for its minor incidents suicide, lynching, sheriffs, plain shooting and ultra-romantic love. OUR STREET, by Compton Mac kenzie — Thirteen houses in a Lon don suburb epitomize the manners and morals of Victorian England from jubilee to diamond jubilee, a pre-Raphaelite painter and several hangovers from Dickens and Thackeray helping a proper Chris tina Rossetti lady to a re-ending of her unhappy love affair. THE LADY OF THE BOAT, by Lady Murasaki, translated from the Japanese by Arthur Waley. A pleasant surprise for those readers who took for granted that the Tale of Genji had ended with his death in the fourth volume. THE HISTORY OF THE NOVEL IN EHGLAHD, by Robert Morse Lovett and Helen Sard Hughes — A profound and entertaining book about all the entertaining books that have been written in England from Sir Philip Sidney to now. THE JOURNAL OF ARNOLD BENNETT: 1896-1910: The craft of fiction as lived by Arnold Ben nett from his editorship of Woman to Clayhanger and his contract with George H. Doran : There are, of course, diaristic lapses: from one of the longest of them, Bennett emerges married : meaning that, be tween Mrs. Bennett and Arnold, we have yet to learn how it happened. MEN AND MEMORIES: Recollec tions 1900-1922 — Sir William Rothenstein, who has known, or drawn, everyone from Thomas Hardy to Rabindranath Tagore, and from Hauptmann to Gide, contin ues his tale of contacts with celeb rities already famous, or in process of becoming so, to and through his visit to the Front. The forty- eight inllustrations include draw ings of T. E. Lawrence and Alfred Einstein. WOMEN ARE QUEER: a collection of short stories by Grace Sartwell Mason as adumbrate the nature and aspirations of woman. THE FRENCH HUSBAH.D, by Kathleen Coyle — An American heiress marries into a triangle and, owing to her failure to comprehend French morals her father's millions and her husband's title bid fair to go without an heir: a novel how ever of summer rather than psy chological proportions. CONQUISTADOR, by Archibald MacLeish — Prescott may have made a few rough notes about the Conquest of Mexico, but here is the real story, as it looked and felt, told in a verse form specially in vented for the purpose: lines having a broken rhythm, like speech, or a telegram, arranged in threes, like Italian terza rima, if you know your Dante: the music carried however less often by actual rhyme than by the subtler echo of assonance: in a second edition before the review copies went out, and now in its third. THE MIDNIGHT FOLK: a John Masefield thriller goes juvenile with color pictures by Rowland Hilder. POEMS, by Padraic Colum — Facets on the glory and tragedy of Ire land, down to Roger Casement: some of Mr. Colum's early lyrics already show signs of becoming a permanent part of English poetry. DISCOVERING THE GEHIUS WITHIN YOU, by Stanwood Cobb — How to be successful with out necessarily making a million dollars at it. 6 The Chicagoan SMI WISCONSIN'S COOL SUMMER PARADISE fflHiHffliiiiiiHiniimmiiiiiHHimimifflinnii™ LAWSONIA COUNTRY CLUB HOTEL lUlllllllllillllUliUIIIIIIIIJIMIIIIIIIIIIIHIWIIUIHM The magnificent Lawsonia Country Club Hotel is now open to a restricted clientele. 1200 acres of extraordinary beauty on the shores of eleven mile Green Lake. 16 miles of paved private roads that lend enchantment to motoring and horesback riding. Every aquatic sport — motor boating, yachting, swimming and game fishing ¦ — under ideal conditions. Also a large outdoor swimming pool and a smaller wading pool for children. In all America there is no finer golf than that offered on the sporty, well conditioned 18 hole Lawsonia course. Per Day Per Person $50 Nights of magic under Wisconsin stars with the music of Bob Dun- lap and his Broadcasting Orchestra — also playing for luncheon and dinner. Twin beds, combination tub and shower, as well as circulating ice water in every room. This deluxe resort offers you superb accom modations at no more than ordinary cost. Lawsonia is 25 miles west of Fond du Lac and Oshkosh, on the C. N. W. R. R. A few hours by motor from Chicago. For complete information — Chicago Office — 7 So. Dearborn ^^ St. (Suite 330.) Phone Andover 1331 or write— J LAWSONIA COUNTRY CLUB HOTEL, GREEN LAKE, WISCONSIN M. E. WOOLLET. Manager DOUBLE ROOMS with PRIVATE BATH and MEALS $9 Per Week Per Person GREEN WISCONSIN Distinctive homes ranging in size from 5 to 16 rooms now available at very reasonable rentals. Country club privileges available. Open for in spection. Come out to see them — ask for Property Manager, or write or phone Chicago Realty Finance Company, 7 So. Dearborn Street, Chicago. (Andover 1331.) uly, 1932 7 The C W/y*// of SPACE TO £URC)P^ One drops in here for a cigarette, a drink, a tete-a-tete . . . the Cathay Lounge, done by Edmund Dulac in Chinese pink, deep cream, black lacquer. Just another chapter in the delightful club-life on the Empress of Britain. Just another expression of her unheard-of luxury . . . SPACE . . . space to live, to play . . . more space per First Class passenger than on any other ship. She holds all America-to Europe speed records . . . dock-to- dock, 4 days, 17 hr., 59 min.; land-to-land, 3 days, \}/^ hr. From Quebec (trains direct to ship-side) to Southampton, Cherbourg. . .July 20, Aug. 6, 20, Sept. 3, 17, Oct. 1, 15. FARES REDUCED AS MUCH AS 20% Emprtss°*Britain TO EUROPE K^anadian L SETEtf SEAS STREET njezir u/int&r Pay your rent (and a moderate one) to the Empress of Britain. Live a gay and spacious life in her roomy apartments. Make a new circle of friends. Play tennis, squash. Swim in two pools. Have your aperitif before dinner. Go sightseeing, and you may choose among chauffeured motor-cars, rickshaws, or camels. Shop . . . and you may pick up an antique bronze, or a priceless embroidery. Stroll about . . . under tree ferns, past temples roofed with gold. Four months spent in an "Empress" apartment is living indeed. 129 days. 81 ports and places. Fares as low as $2,250. See the deck plans, study the itinerary. FROM NEW YORK DECEMBER 3 129 DAYS 81 PORTS AND PLACES Emprcss<*Brttain WORLD CRUISE \*acefic Information, booklets, reservations from E. A. Kenney, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. Phone: Wabash 1904 ... or your own agent. 8 The Chicagoan CUICAGOAN The Puzzled Press '"TPHE nominations promise a tough summer for the local -*¦ press. What to do with the candidates, now that they've got them, is problem enough to keep the editorial writers deep in conference and, as Mr. Brisbane would say, possibly in thought. The outcome affords none of the local sheets a Roman holiday. The reading voter is in for a bad four months of it. Of course The Daily Thews' course is the hardest, straight down the rough and through the sand traps with the engineer executive. A pleasanter route, although not quite the wide open road of the prospectus, lies open to Mr. Hearst's Herald- Examiner and American, whose entry saved the place money. The Daily Times may have to do a bit of talking to its highly Smithsonian columnists before it can get into position to deliver a considerable volume of tabloid votes to Roosevelt, but this operation should not long deadlock the situation.. The longest editorial conferences and the shortest odds against a Gunboat Smith decision will prevail in Tribune Tower. As this is written, while a happily depressed bom' bardment informs of the nation's anniversary, Mr. McCor- mick's able exponents of editorial give and take have hazarded no single word upon the subject uppermost in eight hundred thousand readers' minds. It is a good LaSalle street bet, however, that The Tribune will go Roosevelt, counting Mr. Hearst's Garner not too great a price for the dripping wet plank and an end to Hoover. Yes, the midnight oil will burn long in the still, hot nights ahead. There will be dissension in the ranks, rebellion among the shock troops, but there can be no about face. As the horses go to the post (we incurred this passion for mixed metaphor at the Stadium) it's The Daily J\[ews against the field on a fast track and our Triple X Special for today is the field across the board. The Mutuel System AS we understand it, and we've been making a pretty • serious first hand study of the subject at Washington and Arlington parks, the mutuel system of wagering pro vides that thirteen cents shall be deducted from each two dollars entrusted to the perspiring gentlemen back of the wickets, and that the amount remaining shall be redistrib' uted among successful judges of thoroughbred horseflesh. Once upon a time we could have told you -without a moment's study that this arrangement was very bad for the depositor of the two dollars, worse for the spendthrift who took a five dollar flier, and sheer bankruptcy for the wastrel whose faith in equine consistency ranged above that figure. But that was before we learned about banking from banks. Now we know that the mutuel system is a grand and glori ous institution. Perhaps it is the grandest and most glorious institution still functioning in this economically jaundiced land. At any rate, it is an institution out of which, under certain circumstances, a profit may be taken. It is practically the last of its kind. If the foregoing impels you to suspect that we are momentarily in the black, your suspicion is well grounded. We have a net profit of five inspiring week-ends at Wash ington park and three afternoons at Arlington. We have a thoroughly satisfactory tan, painlessly acquired, and we have a successively proven conviction that good green cur rency has not vanished from the land. A total of twelve pleasant afternoons in charming company have been wholly free of depression propaganda, netting a grand total of one full sized and extremely valuable belief that humanity can come back if it gets a break. Subtract a cash deficit of seven dollars and thirty-eight cents, balance obtained by debiting cash value of good tickets against cost price of bad ones, and try to buy our profit with a sheaf of A. T. & T. Better, spend it for a season ticket, in our sober judgment the best little investment on the board. Radio's Function ' I ''HE potential importance of radio in human affairs was pointedly demonstrated in the broadcasting of the national conventions. The medium, as a reportorial agency, enjoys an immediacy and accuracy of inestimable worth to a free people. Its splendidly directed service in bringing to millions of interested citizens the words and deeds of the convening delegates, uncolored by journalistic preju dice and independent of staged distractions, afforded strik ing demonstration of a social value all too readily forgotten amid the din of daily Amos and Andies. It occurred to us, between the second and third Democratic ballot, that an instrument so pregnant with possibility, so competent to such a diversity of uses and so universally available, must be pretty brutally under-rated in the main, by its protago nists, its public, or both, if no less than a national political convention were required to reveal its true calibre. We have never been acutely radio conscious. The piffle with which it floods the air in behalf of commercial spon sors had all but erased whatever original regard we may have had for the institution. Now we find it impossible not to be a little impatient with whoever and whatever may be responsible for cluttering the ether with unintelligible nothings at a time when the nation is athirst for authentic, first hand information about innumerable major subjects. Is a Cubs or Sox game more interesting, and will it hold more listeners, than a Congressional debate on the balanc ing of the budget? Is there a commercial or sustaining program on the air that could compete against a Senate investigation of bear selling? We think not. And, with out wish to discount the advancement that has been achieved, we think that radio shall not have attained its full stature until it assumes its proper function as an instrument of popular information. Unless it does so, and within the next four eminently suitable months, our aerial's coming down and Graham McNamee can go to the devil. The Town in Summer /^HICAGO is at its best in summer. In and out of doors the Town throbs -with the life of the maturing middle west it dominates and adorns. Chicago's is a rugged cul ture, close to beginnings, unstultified, bold. This is tonic alike to plainsman and cosmopolite, agrarian and aesthete, whose elbows touch in that latterly indistinguishable parade along State street and Michigan avenue spilling now by common intent into the prodigious plaza that edges Grant Park on the south. For every resident who spends his summer elsewhere — and Chicago's per capita expenditure for travel notoriously exceeds that of other large cities — three residents of elsewhere are guests of Father Dearborn. By location the crossroads of America, Chicago is civiliza tion's summer capital. In even this worst of all possible years, Chicago's some what bombastic allure has worked its magic. Cubs' Park, the plain man's paradise, the Art Institute, at the other end of the scale, register a practically normal out-of-town attendance. Bet-ween these extremes uncrowded theatres and over populated beaches sing a song of Hoover, but that is '32, not Chicago. Chicago, call it a city in a garden, call it the convention city, call it this or call it that, is the most interesting Town in the world and, in summer, the most popular. Perhaps this is the soundest of all guarantees that the World Fair, whether touched off by Democratic or Republican president, cannot fail of success. ¦ > tntifiS HH ip|n ^hp •• k HHHffft iMwi | w gy 3 KARD TWIN SIX CONVERTIBLE COUPE Delivered in Chicago $4614 plus tax PAC z Q W CO W J x m 5- S J O -f o *>•• o ?S O D 3 J o: a -5 o Si « 4> <: M O 2 10 The Chicagoan Chicagoana Recent Occurrences, Observations and Comments Conducted by Donald Plant '""T'HE month of conventions is over and we're -*- pretty glad about that. The Republican circus was dull, very dull, as you may have noticed. The clowns were old-timers and small-timers and the ring-master used a cold deck on the public. Whenever a cold deck is used nothing exciting can happen. Never theless, early one morning during that week a completely cock-eyed individual wearing an assistant sergeant -at- arms badge (they were awfully heavy and got one's lapel too baggy) was seen, so it was reported to us, feeding asperin to a bevy of Van Buren Street pigeons which didn't seem to care about them at all. We were tickled, though, when we heard that thirteen delegates had voted for James G. Blaine for vice-president. There, we thought, are thirteen delegates with a sense of humor. They don't like any of the other candidates, so they cast their votes, with tongues in cheeks, for James G. ("The Plumed Knight") Blaine. And it wasn't until the next day that we learned the thirteen votes had been cast for John J. Blaine, or some such name, of Wiscon sin, thus kicking over our discovery that dele gates had a sense of humor. And then there was something that a Mr. Irwin told us. Mr. Irwin was sitting in the press section when the Re publicans were throwing the loaded dice in the Stadium. He was sitting, part of the time, just behind Will Rogers. Several autograph-seekers were pestering this Rogers fellow for his signature. One passed a slip of paper to the famous columnist. On it was written: "Below is the signature of the World's Greatest Humorist." And then there was a line for Mr. Rogers' name, to be filled out by him. Will took the slip of paper, smiled Che valier-like, wrote on the line (which was more than likely dotted) L. J. Dickinson and re turned the slip to its sender. (L. J. Dickinson, some of you may remember, made the keynote speech. He is a senator from Iowa, which probably explains everything.) vv hile the Republicans were straddling everything in sight, the horses — good ones too, and, of course, straddled — were running out at Washington Park. And while the Democrats were facing issues and being pretty square about it, the horses, even better ones, were running out at Arlington Park. We were at Washington Park when we got the idea that -we'd like to see a Garner of some kind running for the presidency. John N. had been receiving all the publicity, but Willie and Mack had been doing all the work. We figured it out this way: the People might not want John N. Garner, but then think of the waste of Garner banners, buttons, newspaper build-up stories and so on. That seemed a shame. Of course, Willie is just a fair sort of Jockey who wins in spurts, but never attains any great prominence. But Uncle (we guess) Mack — that's something else. Mack rates AAA and is considered one of the best riders on the turf. He is consistent; he brings home a great number of winners; he is always in the lead for riding honors during any thirty days meeting; he outrides and outsmarts most of the boys. We need some one like that in the White House. Well, anyway, we need some one who can get a firm grip on the reins of government and hang on. Threat HILE driving along the Outer (really Leif Ericsson, isn't it?) Drive the other day we noticed something which we hesi tate to call a sign of the times. It was on the right rear fender of a large, powerful roadster, a brown roadster. And it was a neatly lettered sign, about the size of the Michigan license plate that was on the left fender, which read: "BUMP ME AND I VOTE FOR HOOVER." We observed that there weren't any dents or scratches on the car, and probably the owner received some sort of reduction in his insurance rates, too. Rain on the Roof * I AHE umbrella people, we learned the other day, find themselves in their fourth disas trously dry year — although the weather bureau reports well over normal precipitation in five of the last six. "But it's got to rain in the daytime and not so much nights and Sundays," explained Mr. A. M. Warren, for eighteen years head of the umbrella manufacturing and repairing con cerns on Van Buren Street. Time and again, during the arid epoch, Mr. Warren has waked at three or four a. m. to hear a perfect deluge "now don't forget to call me. the whip- ples across the hall have a phone." — all quite useless for him. That kind of thing has happened so often that both of the umbrella repairers listed in the 'phone direc tory are now making leather handbags as well, or nearly as well. And challenged, no doubt, by the lack of inclemency, abundance of automobiles, and general the-hell-with-it public attitude, um brella-parasol manufacturers have improved their wares. For instance, blunted tips have left the feminine gear less deadly than that of the male. Both kinds have been shortened, provided with lighter, wooden shank sticks and, usually, with curved handles and straps or cords to outwit the absentminded. The folding mechanism has been lightened, too, but is just about as mischievous as ever. In the parasol department they have been carrying on, although the vogue of tan, ultra violet and infra-red have them rather sadly in the shade. But orders still come, one re cently for a parasol no bigger than a pie, on a ten inch shank, to be used as a face shade in open-car riding. An unusual detail was the ball and socket joint, just below the fabric, to permit tilting to various angles. Then, from time to time, there are custom jobs of special wedding equipment, small shades for ladies of the chorus, gaudy gear for tight rope walkers. Some stage umbrellas have only to shed artificial showers in the form of rice, which they bounce away with more efficiency than realism. These orders, however, fail to keep the industry busy. In fact the umbrella makers are pretty well set for a rainy day. Chip Off the Old Bloke TT was back in the 1890's, when the old Sherman House stood. This historic hos telry, you will remember (who will?), was built around a courtyard, and the window- ledges overlooking the courtyard were excep tionally wide. But this is only preliminary. Stay with us. A distinguished actor of the day was starring in a show that had finally reached Chicago, and this distinguished actor -was expecting a visit from his eighteen-year-old son who was in prep school at the time. Without in any way indicating the identity of the persons in volved, it might be said that the young man was destined to become an enormously dis tinguished actor himself, the brother of an actor only a little less distinguished than him self and of an actress who was to dominate the American stage thirty years later. In ad dition, the young man was the nephew of a most distinguished actor of the day. But why go on? The young man arrived in town one morn ing and attended the matinee in which his father was starring. The leading lady in the play was divine, the precocious young man told himself, and he was strangely thrilled when he returned to his room at the Sherman July, 1932 11 "i'll be very glad to go over your budget with you and make room for a dog, madam." House to find that he -was bunked next door to the leading lady's room. And both rooms overlooked the court. That night, late, the young man, who had sat in his room for some hours brooding, so to speak, over the situation, climbed out of his window and walked along the ledge to the window of the divine leading lady's room. Carefully, quietly, madly, he lifted the win dow and was about to step into the dark room, when a male voice from within cried, "Who's there?" "Oh," exclaimed the young man, and then: "I'm sorry, father." And he climbed back into his own room and went to bed. Jilipino Night ' l A HOUGH you may not know it, there is in -*¦ Chicago a colony of Filipinos numbering something like five thousand. For the most part this group is made up of professional students who have come to Chicago for educa tional advantages — to prepare themselves to return to the Islands and serve their own peo ple as doctors, lawyers, dentists and Christian ministers. These young Filipinos, sacrificing home ties as they have done, are fired with serious ambi tion and purpose. Most of them are obliged to support themselves while carrying on their studies. Many of them have to take the most menial jobs, working as porters, waiters, bus boys, servants, though most of them come from cultured families and were reared in old Span ish traditions. Recently the Filipino Community Center was organized. It's under the immediate di rection of Rev. Jose G. Deseo and Antonio A. Gonzalez, native Filipino educators. The pur poses of the organization, briefly stated, are to provide a housing, social and recreational cen ter and to help the little colonial brothers with their several perplexing predicaments and problems. At the Center, at 837 North La Salle Street, there are occasional festivals — native dishes prepared by a Filipino chef just in from the Islands, native dances, orchestras, music. The young Filipinos, in native costumes, present the national dance, the Carinosa. And, we have been told, Siamese dancers slide into in significance when compared with these Filipino dancers. You'd probably find one of these festivals an unusual, larkish sort of evening. As one of the young Filipinos told us, "They are tvotv!" Hi, Buddha ! \ RETURNED traveler, one of our opera- ^^ tives reports, related an experience he had had somewhere in China. A great crowd had gathered in the town, we forget its name, seemingly for a Buddhistic rally of some sort, or maybe a parade. He wasn't sure about the details. Anyway, there were people and priests and prayers. The traveler and his companion were startled when, suddenly, a great turmoil arose. People began running this way and there and looked pretty mad about something. Then a group broke away and gave a chase to a poor, ragged individual. "Ah," the traveler insists his companion said, "there seems to be some Confucian among us." zAnimated Animals T^OR more than a decade now, moving pic- ture audiences have been more or less entertained by the antics of the funny little characters — cats, dogs, mickeymice — of the ani mated cartoons. The other day we had the whole thing explained to us, but it's far too complicated and technical to repeat. And any< way, we didn't take nearly the number of notes that we should have. A few years ago, before talking pictures came in, a staff of about twenty-five artists could turn out one animated cartoon a week. Now, not including the music and effect men, it takes about twice that number and twice that time, to produce one cartoon. In fact, it takes fifty artists one year to produce twen ty-five cartoons. An average of twelve thou sand drawings make up each cartoon, and each drawing is handled five separate times — the penciling, the inking, the opaquing (black, white and gray) . About three hundred thou sand drawings are animated in one year and these are worked on over one million and one- half times, and the drawings make approxi mately eighteen thousand feet of film. All this, the work of fifty men throughout one year, can be shown on the screen in less than three and one half hours. "Birthday Party "D ECENTLY the publicity department of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer put over a pretty fancy stunt. Leo, one of their lions of course, was making personal appearances here and there around New York. And the day on which Leo was appearing at Gimbel's was also, the publicity engineers discovered, the eight eenth anniversary of the day of his birth. So, at Gimbel's, they gave Leo a birthday party. He was presented with a birthday cake — twenty-five pounds of raw beef molded into a sort of cake. Eighteen frankfurters, nice, plump ones too, were the candles. The fun came, though, when the photog raphers tried to shoot His Majesty. Leo, it seems, got a bit temperamental and flatly re fused to pose. He argued that, after all, it was his birthday and he really ought to have one day's freedom from the clicking cameras. He wouldn't eat his cake either, but he did gulp off a couple of candles, meanwhile kick ing up quite a fuss and being very, very child ish about it all. zA Bunch of Boys Named Bill "D ROB ABLY you've been hearing a great ¦*¦ deal, lately, about the postal deficit and the agitation for the reduction of postal em ployees' salaries. Maybe you've wondered what they do to earn their money. Anyway, we're going to let you in on it, and the Fort Dearborn Station, across from the Allerton House, is as good as any to conduct our investigations. If you wanted to mail a letter you'd have to have a stamp, and you'd likely as not buy it from William Richards, (affectionately called Bill) who is a special clerk and has been selling stamps and doing this and that in the postoffice for twenty-eight years. When you mail your letter, it will probably be re ceived by William (Bill) Hesse, who will see to it that your letter doesn't lie around and 12 The Chicagoan gather dust. He will have it on its way within an hour from the time you mail it. On the other hand, maybe you're looking for a letter and perhaps you live on Lake Shore Drive. If your letter arrives in the middle of the night it will be received at Fort Dearborn Station directly from the train in a package which will be opened by William J. (Bill) Gross, who will pass it to William (Bill) Brown No. 1. (You see, there are other William Browns in the postoffice and they are designated as No. 1, No. 2, etc.) William (Bill) Brown No. 1 sits on a high stool in front of a piece of furniture known as a "case." A case has about ninety pigeon holes into -which the mail for various carrier districts is distributed. If you live on Lake Shore Drive, you proba bly know William (Bill) Harding, who has been carrying mail on Lake Shore Drive so long that he knows most of the patrons by their first names, many of whom, no doubt, are named William (Bill). Maybe you think we're ribbing you. If you do, just walk into the lobby of the Fort Dearborn Post Office and shout, "Bill!" About the only man who won't answer you is Wil liam Samuels, a very dark young man who tidies up the lobby and dusts off the furniture. He is invariably called Willie. Recipe TT'S been quite some time, two years ago, since we've read or heard a what-to-do- with-old-razor-blades gag; so we hesitate to re lay this one. It would probably be much better if we just forgot about it, but we repeat it merely as an example of the sort of thing Repeal would delete from our daily life. A guest was asked to sample his host's syn thetic Bourbon. It had been aged in a cask for several months and the host was pretty proud of it. He wanted the guest, considered by many a competent and critical judge of such things, to give his opinion of the beverage. The guest was handed a half-tumbler full which he smelled cautiously and tossed off. It must have been exceptionally strong, because after a mild, little gasp the guest said, "So that's what you do with your old razor blades?" Note to Golfers TF you're ever caught out on the course with your last tee head so badly chipped that it will not hold the ball, instead of teeing your ball on the grass and using a brassie, ask your caddy for a Life Saver. He might have a package of them. Any flavor -will do. And you can tee up quite satisfactorily on one of them. We thought maybe we could work up something about a hole-in-one, but now it seems best not to try. Anyway, one should be thankful for small things. Club Car 'V\7'E weren't in the least surprised to learn that the Buick is the pride of Rotarian- ism. It seems that members of Rotary Clubs, those excellent bodies of representative busi ness men famous for their weekly luncheon gatherings, beneficent activities in communi ties, general camaraderie and esprit to the core, were recently discovered to have more owners of Buicks in their ranks than of any other make of motor car. This fact, which makes us pretty happy, was revealed in sta tistics compiled at the instance of the Rotarian Magazine, official organ of the movement, which set out to find what sort of an auto mobile market Rotary offered. The figures showed that, out of 127,152 automobiles owned by Rotarians and operated by their wives, representing forty-five differ ent makes of cars, Buick led by a comfortable margin of 3,357 units. Buick claimed 19,892 owners and the second car (we don't know what that was, but you can guess) 16,53 5. Buick's percentage of the total was .1551, and the second car's was .1291. From these two leaders, there was a sharp drop to third place, with a car (name also unknown) that claimed 8,630 Rotarians. The fourth car had 8,402 and the fifth 8,351. And it's really amazing how much unimportant in formation you can gather if you just get down to it. Request COME one, we understand, called the Field ^ Museum recently and asked if they had any dinosaur eggs. They had them, some where on the second floor. "I suppose you couldn't very well sell one of them?" the person asked. No, of course they couldn't very well sell one. "What a pity," said the person a bit wist fully, "I so wanted to buy one. I wanted to throw it at the next orchestra I heard playing On the Sidewal\s of Tvjetu Tor^." Speakeasy Story HpHIS story goes off a bit better when a few -*- simple but appropriate gestures are tossed in. Anyway, a young man stepped down into a speakeasy for a couple of cocktails before dinner. At the bar he spotted an old friend whom he hadn't seen for some time. "Well, Ed, how are you?" said the young man. "What are you doing now?" "Same old thing, same old thing," replied the other picking up his drink with a jittery hand and raising it, even more tremblingly, to his lips, "Repairing watches." IF ANYONE OF YOU GENTLEMEN HAS A NICKEL, I CAN SHOW YOU A VANISHING TRICK. July, 1932 steam roller babies CARICATURES BY SANDOR The people have spoken — or have they? These are America's finest — or are they? And what if not? The ayes have it. For one of these shall ye vote come November and one of these shall ye hail master, for this is the glorious kingdom of Politics and the steam rollers of its gods turn slowly yet grind exceeding small. Oh say can you see and a bottle of rum — -not to mention twenty-two votes for Will Rogers. 14 The Chicagoan The Late Conventions Hoover vs. Roosevelt vs. the People By Milton S. Mayer A FLOW of demagogy unsurpassed, if equalled, in any political convention ever held in the United States has pre sented to the American electorate two pale statesmen, Herbert Hoover and Franklin Roosevelt. Washington, Jefferson, Jackson, Lincoln — -what sins are committed in thy names! The Republicans had no choice. There is not an available Republican — available, I say — in the country today who is big enough for the job. Dwight Morrow is dead. So is Calvin Coolidge, and glad of it. But the Democrats, with their unerring talent for throwing away their men and their oppor tunities, cannot be forgiven. I do not believe the Democrats could have won in November under any circumstances, because, as Lincoln knew too well to say, the Republicans can fool most of the people all of the time. But there was a great man who might have made a losing cause a lovely cause. But this man had gone as far in politics as a lover of the people can go. He had become governor of his state. There is enough of the human reach in the area of a state to elect a human being. But the national political ma chine knows not men nor morality. It knows only the iron fist. Might is as surely its only right as might was ever the right of Gaius Julius Caesar. Expediency — "availability" — is the one qualification of a presidential can didate. If it is expedient to nominate a George Washington, George Washington is nominated; if it is expedient to nominate a James K. Polk, James K. Polk is nominated. If the postmasters nominated Hoover at the Republican convention, let there be no doubt that the postmasters- designate nominated Roosevelt at the Democratic convention. This city, although it does not have a red cent to its name, was somehow able to raise a few dollars for deco rations, whereby the delegates might be per suaded that a town that glitters must have gold. State street was nicely fitted out with lamp-post dickeys bearing shields with this legend rampant: "To the interest of our country all inferior considerations must yield - — George Washington." This mighty dictum of Gen. Washington's made fine reading on State street, but it seems to have been aban doned at the entrance to the Stadium. The politicians attempted to fool no one — an un usual attitude for politicians — when they urged the nominations of Hoover and Roosevelt. "The good of the party" was the prime selling point of both candidates. There was, of course, the customary guff about the good of the country, but it was not until they began discussing the good of the party that the nom inators were able to put all four feet into the trough and kick the gong around. It seems to me that the good of the party was one of the "inferior considerations" Gen. Washing ton had in mind when he hung up those signs on State Street, but the General and I have seen too much of politicians to expect any thing good of them. The hog-calling was of a very inferior brand at both conventions. Nothing sensational is looked for from the Republican statesmen, who are at their best when they are talking in a very low tone of voice about the naval oil leases. But the Democrats have a wide rep utation for being the easy victims of honeyed words, and the public attended their hippo drome expecting to hear some mighty fine bel lowing. Ever since Bryan sold the convention a lemon on the strength of a pair of rubber lungs and a pair of silver phrases, at least two or three misguided Demosthenes' have ap peared at each Democratic chautauqua con vinced that they can pull a Bryan. This time there was none. The Republicans were so ashamed of what they were saying that they hoped no one would hear them, and the Demo crats were so enfeebled from lack of office- holding that they could not raise their voices above a whisper. For all the good inten tions of Mr. Hurley, the degelates saw Chi cago at its worst. And Chicago at its worst is something. It -was Mr. Hurley's public- spirited idea to redeem Chicago's muddied name by bringing the nation's noblemen to town and putting the citizenry on its company manners for a month. But Mr. Hurley -was misguided in the fond belief that the citizenry had any company manners. The project got off to a bad start when the Republican dele gates looked up and down Michigan avenue and said to each other, "Ain't it just lovely?" and then picked up a newspaper and read that the Republican bosses in Washington had looked up and down Mayor Cermak's petition for funds and said to each other, "Ain't it just too bad?" Then came the bodeful night when Gen. Garfield's serious-minded little tyke tried to sell a hiccuping convention on prohibition. The hall was jammed to the turrets with Chi cagoans — hosts to the convention. The crowd was its own ill-bred self, a typical Stadium fight crowd. And Mr. Garfield didn't want to fight, and when he was cornered and told to put up his dukes it turned out that he couldn't. While his hosts hooted at him in a disgraceful but tickling manner Mr. Garfield tried to express an unpopular cause in an un popular style. He had just announced the glories of prohibition, amid noises that must have sounded like old times at Soldier Field to Gene Tunney, when a silence fell on the crowd. They thought he had just shouted, "I repeal," but it turned out to be "I repeat" and the mob let go at him again. Then Mr. Garfield pulled the prime bull of the evening by crying to the delegates, "Remember, my friends, I am addressing you alone. The gal leries do not have a vote." And a denizen of the pigeon roost roared down, "I wouldn't be so sure about that." But the city was not completely disgraced until the chairman screamed at the blood-thirsty galleries, "You are the guests of this convention," and one Milton Fairman, a rowdy who is not a Chi cagoan at all but comes from Oak Park, snarled, "Paying guests." That unhappy evening shattered Mr. Hur ley's dream. The delegates crept out of the hall with their hats pulled down and their coat collars turned up, hoping to save them selves by being mistaken for Chicagoans, and late that night two thousand telegrams were sent to all the forty-eight states, districts and territories reading, "you were right mamma STOP I WILL NEVER COME TO CHICAGO AGAIN." But our fair-to-middling city saved the best for the last. The night Hoover was nom inated four local gangsters were put out of commission via the blunderbuss. Three of them were merely extortionists, and who cares about that? But the fourth was Georgie Barker, cited for valor by the Crime Commis sion with the cross of L'ennemi Publique with palm. The newspapers have no civic pride and they displayed the news of Georgie's re turn to his Maker with a great deal of gusto and went so far as to smoke up the incident as the beginning of a new gang war. This was tough on Mr. Hurley, but tougher things were in store. Local banks had begun popping early in the month. The advance guard of the Democrats rolled in amid the makings of an A-l panic. The Friday and Saturday before the conven tion opened marked the height of the stam pede. Five outlying banks collapsed on Fri day, and the delegates were entertained by the sight of thousands of the timid storming the great downtown institutions. Things were at their very worst. Mr. Traylor, a candidate for the Democratic nomination, found it ad visable to announce that his bank would be open at 9 o'clock the following morning. The day the convention was called to order, Gen. Dawes' bank, the same Gen. Dawes who had been directing the government's attempt to save the national financial structure, an nounced it had obtained a loan of $90,000,- 000 and reassured the citizens. Chicagoans knew a great deal about the misery on La Salle street and, although the papers printed nothing regarding it, reports reached the dele gates in their hotels and they turned out to see the fireworks and tell each other that Chicago was in awful shape. Chicago was in awful shape. Mayor Cer- mak told the Washington bosses that Chicago must have money now or militia later. That was bad. The convention opened and the city forgot its troubles, or ignored them. But the delegates shivered. They wanted to get out of Chicago before someone set fire to it. Dele gates, particularly Democratic delegates, are easily led. That's why they are delegates. The worst of the bad talk that was floating July, 1932 15 around the city found a ready audience in the rural president-makers. 1 here is an erroneous belief of some prevalence that the Democrats drink worse stuff than the Republicans, and more of it. It is a tradition that Democratic conventions swim to a conclusion. Liquor has nothing to do with the behavior of Democrats. Drunk or sober, they are a woolly lot. Being the party of the People, the Democrats are ribald and disorderly. They lack eclat, finesse, and savoir faire, as well as several graces in English. And the galleries at a Democratic convention have a tendency to behave as badly as the delegates. Up until the end, however, there was very little rowdyism at the late Democratic jamboree. This was because a very firm old gentleman was cracking the whip. Sen. Walsh, with his rabble of Democrats, threw a much more dignified show than Bertie Snell, who could not control the worst ele ments among his gentle-born Republicans. The Senator is reminiscent of Justice Oliver Wen dell Holmes. He is senile but he is imperial. The crowd was afraid of him without knowing why. But sooner or later the gallery mob was go ing to have its inning. It did, and if the Demo crats weren't so accustomed to being insulted they would never forget the treatment ac corded not only Sen. Walsh but Mayor Cer- mak. Dat oV debil McAdoo stood up to throw the nomination to a man of no standing among the lowly of Chicago. It happened that in doing this he was taking it away from a man whom the lowly of Chicago love like a brother. The mob was not going to stand for that, it decided in its blind fury, and Mr. McAdoo was given the bird for keeps. He lost his temper and had to be gently removed from the podium before some of the less re sponsible hosts to the convention let fly the fruit of the hen in his direction. There is no objection anywhere, I believe, to arranging a collision between Mr. McAdoo and a mature egg, but some of the Stadium gallery boys are not dead shots and they might have cut the corner of the plate and hit Mr. Raskob. The Democrats would not like to see Mr. Raskob struck -with an egg in the line of duty, because Mr. Raskob keeps the Democrats in pants — or did — and he does not have a sense of humor. You can't blame the Democrats for that. It was at this delicate moment that Sen. Walsh attempted to control the convention and failed. This made me wince, because Sen. Walsh is a patriarch, if ever there was one, and his are the kind of grey hairs that should be respected. But al though he was out of patience and was think ing, "Just let them try to bring us back to this place again," he did not fly off the handle. He called for Mayor Cermak, not knowing that Mr, Cermak is no great shakes at re storing order, even among his own. Mr. Cer mak met with only enough success to enable McAdoo to come to the fore again and just make himself heard above the cat-calling. The gallery mob ran out of wind about this time and McAdoo finished his business and got out of there in a hurry. This demonstration must have brought a vicarious blush to the civic cheeks of Mr. Hur ley and a tremor to the stout heart of Gov. Roosevelt, sitting safe and snug by his radio a thousand miles away. Perhaps the governor found solace in the recollection that Herbert Hoover was booed just as roundly a couple of weeks before. Perhaps, even, he realized then and there that in November it will be a matter of being booed less roundly at the polls than Hoover is. That, again, is no solace to a man of character. I don't like to say flatly that the American people are bad-mannered, but I suspect it is so. In fact it occurred to me that political conventions could be carried on much more efficiently if the American people were locked out. But it would not be democratic to refuse the American people the opportunity to see their president selected, since they are so docile about letting the politicians do the actual selecting. The prohibition debate saved the Repub lican convention from being a complete frost. And it wasn't much of a debate, at that. I was sorry to hear Dr. Butler, who is no piker orator ordinarily, conform to the Republican recipe by invoking Abraham Lincoln. He might have been the only speaker of the eve- ing to have let Mr. Lincoln lie in his tomb undisturbed, but he capitulated. The speak ers in that debate were consistently bad. Nothing was said that had not been said a thousand times before, and better, by the edi torial writers of the nation's free newspapers. But Dr. Butler, even when he is not at his best, is a fine figure of a man, far and away too good for his party. It seems to me that if I had been a delegate I should have said to myself, "What is good enough for Butler is good enough for me." But I was not a dele gate and my protest vote was not chalked up. A California lawyer made the worst of a bad job in placing Hoover's name in nomina tion. He waxed flowery and strayed so far from the subject as to remind the audience of the pioneer women jogging west with chil dren under their hearts, an item that was in prime bad taste. But his business was to evade the business at hand and he made a strenuous attempt. He gave Hoover credit for everything but the Himalayas, which was all right with the crowd. But when Snell picked up the torch the ballyhoo sounded so much like the Twenty-third Psalm, with "Hoover" substituted for "Lord," that not a few stomachs turned slightly. You would have thought you were listening to Hoover himself. You were. The demonstration following the nomina tion was so tepid that it threatened to pass out several times before the designated thirty- five minutes was up. Only the God-awful mighty organ, playing a limited repertoire of popular offerings, saved the occasion. When the organ took time out, the delegates squealed a little to save their faces. But there was no enthusiasm; the boys were doing their work like the hired workmen they were. Two incidents redeemed the Democrats. One was the all night session. It was more like the real thing. There was a chumminess among those who stuck it out. No order was maintained, and no one missed it. Many of the delegates went home, as the poll of certain states revealed, and this left empty seats for a goodly number to stretch out full length and sleep. Members of the old guard slept sitting up, awakening mechanically every hour to see if their wallets were intact. Lady delegates, who run to excess flesh almost unanimously, unlaced corsets and relaxed into postures that it never occurred to Reynolds to paint. Strong men fell asleep on their feet. The acerbity that pervaded a few unsettled delegations failed to disturb the benign atmos phere of the night and the roseate dawn that followed. The press gallery was an especially congenial place, since only the common report ers were left, the "trained seals," whose ex pensive names appear above their efforts, having retired to their silken coverlets. It -was a fine thing, altogether. The second noble incident of the Demo cratic convention was more than an incident. It was an epoch. I refer to the support given Al Smith. People love Smith. There was nothing synthetic about the demonstrations for him. He is a man in an amazing position. The worst people love him and the best people love him. That was the way it was four years ago. The "middle" classes, who pick their way through life carefully and lie down apol ogetically at the end of the line, who are afraid, afraid to vote for a Democrat, or afraid to vote for a wet, or afraid to vote for a Catholic, or afraid to vote for a Smith — they licked him four years ago. Would they have licked him today? I AM afraid I am preju diced. I think Smith is a saint and a prophet. Men will follow him to his destruction, know ing only that they want to follow him and no one else, as men followed Hannibal, Savona rola, and Napoleon. I am not sentimental, and the rise of a man from humble station does not impress me. But the divine combination of (1) wisdom and (2) brilliance in a man does impress me. There is only one place for a man like Smith in our doddering social structure, and that is politics. And politics has kicked him out — he isn't "expedient." They have banished Al Smith to St. Helena on the Bowery. They were always afraid of him; he was destined from the beginning to be the hapless warrior. They say Al Smith was a poor sport to walk out of the convention with his Tam many delegation before Roosevelt got there to accept the nomination. I say that Al Smith walked out of that convention with his Tam many delegation so that the evil name of Tam many would not injure the Democratic party's candidate in the coming campaign in the rural sections of the country. I say that Al Smith is not able to be a poor sport. Of course, I am only guessing. I may be wrong. But if I am wrong, I am willing to be wrong with Smith — you be right with Roosevelt. Oh, I know that it was just another political. convention and that politicians are as the dirt beneath the honest man's feet. I do not care about the defeated candidates of the Demo cratic convention. I don't care if Murray's heart is broken, or White's, or Traylor's, or Byrd's, or Ritchie's. They will all come out of it. They haven't lost anything. But I care about Smith. And I care about that conven tion, because it marked the twilight of one of my gods. Al Smith is the forgotten man. We could have had Smith in 1928. We didn't want him. Now we can have Hoover or Roosevelt. The country needs a man and they give us a couple of good five cent cigars. Hoover or Roosevelt. They're both being run by permission of the copyright owners. 16 The Chicagoan Post-Change These Days of Earnest Hooverizing By Robert Lee Eskridge WHAT a number of things we are learning to do without since depres sion! Of course someone will light- heartedly remark "Oh yeah! Money?" — which problem I will hastily and absent- mindedly gloss over as quickly as possible. But it's true. The old car is being repainted and clothes purchased during Coolidge Pros perity are coming out again for spring wear. That fact applies naturally to the men, as I never want to go on record as saying that women wear anything but this moment's styles. This is diplomacy, tact, or what will you? I'm not going to get in bad -with the women if I can help it. Of course if I admire some little thing a friend is wearing which my instinct tells me is heme-made, I never admit such. Ah no! I simply say: "Terrifically smart — Milgrim's, Saks, or just some little thing you picked up in Paris?" Then she will modestly admit, as she slowly turns around: "Oh, you like this little frock? Made it my self from some peasant handkerchiefs — Rumanian," or "Oh, just two Javanese scarfs I happened to have lying about the house." Then, of course, I exclaim over her clever ness, resourcefulness, and admirable sense of line. I'm immediately rewarded with a smile and complete forgiveness for all my short comings, such as dropping ashes on the rugs or being late for dinner, and the countless other little misdemeanors of which I am peren nially guilty, and that do add up into a major offense if not carefully watched. But all is wiped out if I have the sense to see that economy and taste are achieved at one and the same time by a knowing feminine gesture. Economize we must in these lean days, but no one -wants to be told right out that he looks as though he's been economizing. There is a manner of approach in these matters. No man enjoys having a friend clap him on the shoulder and say: "Going to a costume party with that old gray suit?" said suit having been taken out of the storage or moth balls to do duty for spring wear. Oh, no! You go at it something like this: "You lucky dog — a swell new spring suit, just the gray I've been planning to buy myself and can't afford." Then the flattered one comes back with a deprecatory gesture and a cigar: "Like it? No, I've had it five years — just bought a new tie to go -with it. But it does the trick though — glad you like it." And there you are, better friends than ever. Speaking of friends, they are about the only thing in life that didn't disappear during the crash. And, for tunately, -we may still be as extravagant about friends as we were in matters that didn't hold up so well in other directions during the pre- Hoover era. New friends have a curious way of en hancing the charm of the old ones. I am, of course, a little heady when on this subject of friends — worse, in fact than the garrulous veteran of a string of major operations. One of the things I've discovered is that neither depression nor any other old thing has affected mine; in fact, we are drawn together closer because of our troubles — and that is something I'm the richer for; even if some soured skeptic swings in with "You old Pollyanna, you!" I'll stick to my guns. Friends are about the only tangible sur vivals of that marvelous mad memory of pre- 1929 prosperity. As fabulous now that era as Plato's Atlantis or Churchward's fabled continent Mu, this golden mirage built on un substantial clouds of ticker tape, which disap peared in the tidal wave "Depression- 1929." All the paper yachts, motors, fantastic apart ments, and country estates floated away in that devastating gale, leaving things in what looked like a hopeless mess. Out here in a town where I'm living at present both the banks failed, and the pluck and quiet sportsmanship shown by my neigh bors and by the farmers who live nearby, made me realize that the American background founded by such worthies as Washington, Jackson, and other splendid names, peeps through when we are in difficulties. The brunt of the reconstruction is borne by just such soldiers as these, and I'm commencing to see why we are not liable to go Red in a hurry. There have been some bad losers in the crash, but the great majority are game. And it is amazing what a lot of clear thinking goes on in quiet country towns. Being a mere artist I really only had second-hand information about all the wealth that so suddenly developed just because a lot of figures got superiority com' plexes on those long strips of paper they watch so carefully over at the Board of Trade building. " But then I did know there was prosperity, because in those days occasionally somebody bought a picture from me now and then. However, one advantage in these curious times is that one can now fearlessly say: "I cannot afford this," or "I've got to do without that," without feeling like a social pariah. During the Golden Age, when everybody -was rich or just being an early American and hoarding, if you admitted that you just couldn't afford things, nobody believed you. Our motto then was, "Make money by spend ing money." I would like to see a book composed of head lines clipped from the speeches made by financial experts up to November, 1929, and in some cases afterwards. It would be the best little collection of Romantic Fairy Tales ever written. I learned my lesson on how to get along without things once when I was stranded on an island 23° south of the equatqri I had loaded up before leaving Tahiti with fourteen cases of food, (Continued on page 49) DEPRESSION IN THE TROPICS: 'BUT DEAR, l'M TIRED OF FISH.' July, 1932 17 The Hall of Science of the Century of Progress Where the dramatic story of science will be presented. Its architectural aspects reflect the latter-day tendencies as to taste in forms, detail, color and lighting. It yields rich perspectives and opulent inspiration to the equally modern camera of A. George Miller. 18 The Chicagoan July, 1932 19 •OMflM**' ' DOWN THE RAPIDS FORTY MILES OF THEM ON THE THRILLING MISSISSAUGA CANOE TRIP. THE FORESTS AND WATERWAYS OF ONTARIO OFFER A MAZE OF CANOE ROUTES FOR THE UNUSUAL VACATION. SCENES SHIFT CONSTANTLY ON CANADIAN CANOE VOYAGES, FROM PLACID STREAMS TO RUSHING FALLS AND RAPIDS, THROUGH VIRGIN FORESTS THE SKILLFUL GUIDES CARRY ON WITH PADDLE AND PORTAGE. CANADIAN PACIFIC PHOTOGRAPHS The Chicagoan ON TOWARDS THE BIG FISH COUNTRY. THE LOWER FRENCH RIVER ROUTE IN ONTARIO. EXCITING RAPIDS AND THICK FOREST PORT AGES ARE EASILY NEGOTIATED BY EXPERT GUIDES. Skipping Town Here and There — Near and Far By Lucia Lewis THOSE of you to -whom summer means fish, fish, and more fish, ought to have an awfully good time of it this year. The crowds of tourists in the north woods of 1932 won't be so thick — which may be bad news to many people but good news to the fisherman, who at his best is a pretty selfish hermit. Those who have fished about in many regions seem to get especially pop-eyed with enthusiasm over the country about Ely, Minne sota, or the even wilder Lake of the Woods district in Ontario. To the Minnesota Arrowhead country one may go by rail to Ely or leave the Northwestern Road at Duluth and fly to the lakes by seaplane. Unless you have been there before or are an old dyed-in-the wool Izaak Walton who know what you want it's best to wait till you arrive and get most of your equipment from the Wilderness Out fitters at Ely or the Border Lakes Outfitters at Winton. These people also provide the guides to take you to your fishing camp, one of the several they have buried at rich fishing waters in the forest. At the Basswood Lake Camp or John son's Camp on the most eastern point of Bass- wood Lake you live an outdoor life as is out doors. Good, solidly comfortable accommoda tions but no fol-de-rols, experienced guides with whom you can really rough it and paddle into hidden waters in complete confidence. At Burnside Camp the life isn't quite so determinedly centered about the fish. Though many of the visitors go out to the fishing grounds every day the camp itself is a grand place for a thorough rest and mild recreations. Many fishermen who have handicaps (families who insist on going along with poppa) choose Burnside as a parking place. They say the lakes are thick with wall-eyed pike averaging seven to eight pounds, the pickerel grow to twenty or twenty-five pounds, and the salmon trout early in spring and later in the season are something wonderful. Some twenty miles off the shore in Lake Superior lies Isle Royale with forests and small lakes on which many of the lads are casting avid eyes. This is a genuine wilderness which has been a game refuge for years and years, simply teeming with fish and game and fowl of every variety. There is boat service to the island from time to time and by this time, I believe, the con templated seaplane service from Port Arthur or Fort William has been inaugurated. It's the place to forget about those stocks you left behind you . The Lake of the Woods Country lies to the northwest in Ontario and you reach it by Northwestern and Canadian National to Rainy River, where the clipper from Calvert's Camps meets you and takes you sixty miles to the base camp on Cedar Island in Sabaskong Bay. There are good automobile roads to Rainy River too. Scattered about the region are the other Calvert Camps, reached by their attractive houseboat or by canoe, and everyone who has spent any time there comes back gurgling about the beauties of the country with arms stretching wider and wider to show enormous catches. July and September are best for muskies, bass fishing is best in July and August, though they do take 'em all summer long. Great Northern Pike and Wall-eyed Pike, Crappies, Rock Bass and Bullheads bite alia time. If you want a good fight run up in October and battle with the Salmon Trout. In October too the big game season opens, with moose, deer and bear just tearing up the -woods about Whitefish Camp. Also mallard ducks, par tridges and prairie chickens. The rate is only seven dollars a day for excellent camp accom modations, food, transportation to and from camps, canoes or row-boats. Parties of two usually split the cost of a guide at six dollars a day. If you want to get into the wilderness, see a lot of things, and get a lot of action there's nothing like a canoe trip. If you haven't done it before start with an easy jaunt through fairly quiet waters, though with a good guide, some outdoor experience and verve you can tackle almost any trip. Ontario is simply threaded with a maze of canoe routes which have been mapped out, portages marked and everything by the Can adian government. Canadian Pacific will help you make all the arrangements for your trip and tell you just how to go about it. Some of the trips such as the one following the course of the military canal from Kings ton to Ottawa, are comparatively easy, close enough to civilization all the time to permit stops at hotels and boarding houses along the route, which is beautifully varied and pic turesque. The more adventurous canoeist will plunge into real wilderness on the Mississauga River and similar routes through practically unexplored forests, running a series of rapids, portaging past thunderous falls, fishing in streams and lakes and sizzling the catch over the campfire — there (Continued on page 47) July, 1932 21 wmm «t*g?%* i^J. LIKE A YOUNG OCEAN THE LAKE STRETCHES ITS MILES REFORE THE PILOT. FLOATING AWAY FROM THE TOWERS OF BUFFALO IN THE SOFT TWILIGHT. ONE day out and a hundred years away. We go clambering about in musty castles abroad and ex claiming over quaint New England Shoppes where Washington stopped on his great sleeping-tour, and over look entirely the traditions of our own s'.ice of the country. We moan about the motorless peace of Bermuda and Majorca when just a day's sail away lies just as unspoiled an island. The day's sail is the first lap on a cruise which breaks the stretch of summer so astonishingly in a brief seven days that one feels as refreshed as if one had been away a month. The lake from your windows is a familiar thing but you haven't really been introduced until you set forth on it and live on it for a while. This leisurely cruise performs this introduction, by way of the spacious and modern steamers of the D fe? C Lake Lines. Life on the steamers has all the glamour of a long ocean voyage — the fresh smell of wind and water, the marches about the decks, the ship games, the excellently cui- sined dining rooms, the airy state rooms and lounges, the peace that enfolds a ship as the last city tower drops below the horizon. Ihe special cruise organized for Chicagoans and named for this magazine sets forth on August 1st, and the special rate of less than seventy-eight dollars for the week is something to snatch at. Leaving as it does on Monday the ship reaches Mackinac Island on Tuesday, in the peace of mid-week when the place is SEVEN DAY WAVES The Cruise at Our Door By Fulton Rogers utterly convention-less and the mem bers on the cruise have an oppor tunity to pay undisturbed golf, browse about the 160 year old fort which commands the beautiful har bor, or explore the fascinating old island by cycle or carriage. It's grand to jog along behind a horse or pedal away hilariously on a cycle again! From Mackinac the steamer floats on to Detroit, to Buffalo and the Falls with a two day stay at the new General Brock Hotel (on the Cana dian side — hip hip) — but that doesn't < tell all. When the steamer floats on this route it passes through magnifi cent straits, past idyllic islands and virgin forests, and out again on ex panses of lake which seem as bound less as the ocean. The steamer trip itself is a high spot of the cruise as well as its ports of call. Th e schedule shows the nice dovetailing of ship and shore activities, so that you have pleasant changes all along the route without any rush or bustle on your part. On both the going and return trip passengers have time for nine holes of golf at Mackinac, a choice of several links at Detroit, while the Hotel General Brock at Niagara Falls, ¦ . ... .. ;.:¦. . :: : '*¦ ' v ' ,!" ' "'• ...';¦'.'...¦•''•.;'¦;..• ¦¦¦¦:¦¦-,<¦ ' ¦¦¦ • ' ,.;.-.r', ¦-¦ --v '¦ ¦ '; : • ., '¦¦':'¦'•' : ;i : "'. :'¦' >»,."¦''""' :' , . ,. '. ,, ,.:/ ¦;„,,*>.,- ;..:-' ¦"-¦-,-, _ --•,., . ' '""' :p^-;^~ ^ -^x--- ~*L "" -;• ''- **" "~v r> ¦¦¦ * **,**(l »-t 1 "'* f"> ** ^^^^^^^sk.. esJt ' " ^ 'W8*8^ "* *?f Ontario, offers golf privileges at sev eral good clubs. So if you'd rather golf than see anything else substitute "eighteen holes" for "sightseeing" in the following table. MONDAY Leave Chicago 2:30 p. m. D. S. T. via D & C. Dinner served. TUESDAY Breakfast on steamer. Arrive Mackinac Island 10 a. m. E. S. T. Carriage tour of the island. Luncheon on steamer which leaves at 1:30 p. m. E. S. T. Dinner served on steamer. WEDNESDAY Breakfast served on steamer. Arrive Detroit 8 a. m. E. S. T. Sightseeing trip. Luncheon at hotel. Leave at 5 p. m. E. S. T. Dinner served on steamer. THURSDAY Breakfast served on steamer. Arrive Buffalo 8 a. m. E. S. T. Sightseeing trip to Niagara Falls. Luncheon served at General Brock Hotel, Niagara Falls, Ont., where party will stop. This is the newest, largest and finest hotel at Niagara Falls. It faces the Falls. Rooms with bath provided. Sightseeing trip in afternoon. Dinner at General Brock Hotel. Evening free for sightseeing includ ing electrical illumination at Niagara Falls. FRIDAY Breakfast and luncheon at General Brock Hotel. Morning free. Sightseeing trip in afternoon to Buffalo and return to steamer which leaves Buffalo at 6 p. m. E. S. T. Dinner served on steamer. SATURDAY Breakfast served on steamer. Arrive Detroit 9 a. m. E. S. T. Luncheon at hotel. Leave Detroit 1:30 p. m. E. S. T. Dinner served on steamer. SUNDAY Breakfast and luncheon served on steamer. Arrive Mackinac Island 9:1? a. m. E. S. T. Leave 12:30 p. m. E. S. T. Time to inspect sights missed on first visit or play golf. Dinner served on steamer. MONDAY Breakfast served on steamer. Arrive Chicago 8:30 a. m. D. S. T. There you are — seven days of varied shore and lake activities. Seven days and nights in the tonic air of the lake and straits, cool games on the deck and refreshing sleep at night, snuggled under several blankets while the city swelters. M. FROM THE SKY NIAGARA IS A SHARP WHITE GASH IN THE FAR FLUNG COUNTRYSIDE. THE STOP AT MACKINAC PERMITS A ROUND ON THE GOI F COURSE OF THE GRAND HOTEL. 22 The Chicagoan THE CHARM OF THE MARITIMES EVERYONE GETS THAT WAY ABOUT THE ALGONQUIN ON ITS POINT OF LAND BETWEEN THE RIVER AND THE BAY AT ST. ANDREWS-BY-THE-SEA. ONE OF THE MOST DELIGHTFUL HOSTELRIES IN THE WORLD IT IS A HAPPY INTRODUCTION TO THE JOYS, THE MANY SPORTS AND TRADITIONS OF NEW BRUNSWICK AND NOVA SCOTIA. WHERE OLD CANNON THREATEN BUT NEVER COUGH. OVER LOOKING THE HARBOR FROM FORT HOWE AT ST. JOHN'S, N. B. A REAL CHAMPIONSHIP LAYOUT IS THE FAMOUS COURSE OVER THE WATERS OF ST. ANDREWS-BY-THE-SEA. ROCKWOOD PARK AT ST. JOHN'S. ROLLING HILLS, INNUMERABLE RICH RIVERS AND STREAMS, SEA BATHING AND GOLF, FRAGRANT WOODLANDS AND GARDENS, QUIET LUXURY AND HISTORIC ASSOCIATIONS ABOUND IN NEW BRUNSWICK. PACIFIC PHOTOGRAPHS July, 1932 23 OUT WHERE OLYMPICS GROW ONE OF THE HIGH SPOTS OF A VISIT TO THE COAST IS A STAY AT THE HOTEL DEL CORONADO OF CORONADO BEACH. THE DISTINCTIVE ARIZONA BILTMORE; FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT WAS ADVISORY ARCHITECT. ON THE WAY TO THE OLYMPICS LIES THE PANORAMA OF THE GRAND CANYON. A NOT-TO-BE-MISSED STOPOVER. WIND-SWEPT TREES FRAME THE VISTAS OF SNOW AND PEAKS IN ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL PARK. THE TENTH OLYMPIAD 7\[ot since 1904 have we of the United States had an opportunity to see the Olympics without crossing the ocean. From July 30th to August 15th this year the polyglot sports men and sportswomen of the world will run and cycle and fence and swim, fighting for world mas' tery in these and a score of other sports. Already the trains and planes are thundering off to Los Angeles where the meets will he held. The gigantic Stadium in Olympic Par\, the Rose Bowl, the Auditorium, the Swimming Stadium are ready under s\ies and mountains as heavenly as those which how over ancient Athens. FROM THE HEART OF LOS ANGELES ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE GREAT OLYMPICS STADIUM. PERSHING SQUARE. PHOTOGRAPHS PROM SANTA IIS AND OPPOSITE PAGE ROCK ISLAND RAILWAYS 24 The Chicagoan ON THE WEST WA R D ROUTE ORANGE GROVES UNDER THE SNOWY MOUNTAINS OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. ADOBE WALLS, OPEN AIR STALLS, FRUITS AND FLOWERS RETAIN THE OLD SPANISH WEST FLAVOR IN OLVERA STREET, LOS ANGELES. THE OLD CHARM OF PIKE'S PEAK AND ITS TERRITORY IN COLORADO. AN INDIAN DETOUR TRIP CAN BE EASILY ARRANGED ON THE WAY TO CALIFORNIA. SOME OF THE TAOS INDIAN PUEBLOS IN NEW MEXICO. ¦ THE ORDER OF EVENTS Every sport is represented in the gathering of teams and champions for the tenth Olympiad. Trac\ Cycling, Weight-Lift ing, Fencing, Wrestling, Field Hoc\ey, the Eques trian Pentathlon, Swimming, Gymnastics, Cross Country Runs, Yachting in Los Angeles Harbor, Football, Rowing, Lacrosse, Boxing, Equestrian Sports and Jumps, Pistol and Rifle Shooting. Los Angeles offers unrivaled facilities for every outdoor spo,t. Then, should you tire of athletics there are long drives in the cool mountains all about, a dash to Agua Calientes across the border where the wheels whir and the chips clic\ for your own wins or losses. And always there is Hollywood, in its own little way quite as phenomenal as the Olympics. PHOTOGRAPHS ON THIS AND OPPOSITE PAGE FROM SANTA FE AND ROCK ISLAND RAILWAYS RUINS OF THE ANCIENT PUYE CLIFFS IN NEW MEXICO ON THE INDIAN DETOUR. COURIER CARS MEET YOU AT THE TRAIN AND TAKE YOU BACK. July, 1932 25 BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPING SURROUNDS THE LAKE AND POOLS OF LAWSONIA COMPLETELY EQUIPPED SUMMER HOMES MAY BE RENTED ON THE LAWSONIA ESTATES LEAFY DRIVES WIND THROUGH THE TWELVE HUNDRED ACRES OF LAWSONIA JUST A SPRINT T RESORT SPOTS OF OU FORMAL GARDENS OF THE IVY COV ERED ELMS HOTEL, EXCELSIOR SPRINGS LAKES, LAKES, AND STILL MORE LAKES EVERYWHERE ONE TURNS IN WISCONSIN PINEY RIDGE IN MICHIGAN OFFERS RUG GED COUNTRY FOR RUGGED SPORTSMEN AT LEFT: THE RUSTIC COMFORT OF PINE BEACH HOTEL IN BRAINERD, MINNESOTA ABOVE: DRIVES AS ABOUT THE LAW SURF THUNDERS & LENGTHY COASTLir / . : HE OUTDOORS HBOR STATES E ONLY SIXTY-FIVE MILES AWAY ARE THE LUXURIES AND GOLF OF NIPPERSINK PING-PONG BECOMES AN OUTDOOR SPORT ON THE LAWNS OF THE ELMS MICHIGAN HAS MORE THAN FIFTEEN HUN DRED TROUT STREAMS OH BOY, OH BOY TO THE RIGHT: REELING THEM IN WITH A CHEER FOR WISCONSIN WATERS A BRISK GALLOP WHERE NO HORNS HONK ACROSS THE BRIDLE PATH THE SPACIOUS LOUNGE AND LOFTY WINDOWS OF NIPPERSINK LODGE A SHORT BUT TRICKY HOLE ON THE 18-HOLE COURSE AT NIPPERSINK MILWAUKEE ROAD MRS. ELLIS EARL BUSSE MRS. WESLEY KIKO HASH MRS. WILLIAM M. WALKER. JR. #v MRS. WILLIAM WARDEH WALLACE BRIDES O F T H E SUMMER SEASON MRS. W. E. SCHROEDER VHO WAS LORRAINE ANDERSO MRS. WILLARD GRANT ROGERS MRS. CHAS. L. MUHROE, JR. MRS. HEIL EDWIH LAMBUR SCOTT DICKSOt- MRS. CARL RAYMOND BRAIHARD MRS. LOWTiSDALE H- WEST WHO WAS F.LIZABP.TH HEIDMAN 28 The Chicagoan "'* MRS. GEORGE PLAMONDON WHO WAS FLORENCE HOFFMAN MRS. ROBERT M. HOFFMAH. JR. WHO WAS EMILY BROWN POPE MRS. EDWIN M. HADLET WHO WAS HELEN RYERSON MRS. THOMAS J. PRENTICE, JR. A COLLECTION OF NOTABLE YOUNG MARRIEDS FROM THE DISTINGUISHED STUDIO OF Paul S T O N E - R A Y M O R , LTD MRS. JOHN H. ALSTRIH WHO WAS DOROTHY NELSON MRS. GUT A. OSBORH *'HO WAS THEODORA WAGNEE MRS. RONALD LESTER HECTORNE, JR- WHO WAS VIRGINIA HEIDMAN MRS. DALLAS MARVILL WHO WAS DOROTHY AMES MRS. ALVIN JAMES MONROE WHO WAS MARJORIE HACKER MRS. NORBERT JOHN HOLLENBACK WHO WAS GLADYS V. MRA2 July, 1932 29 MRS. WILLIAM J. WARDALL SOCIAL CHAIRMAN MRS. GEORGE A. MASON PRESIDENT MRS. /. 7. SIDDALL CHAIRMAN OF FINANCE COMMITTEE GUARDIANS of ARDEN SHORE The Arden Shore Association, a cher ished philanthropy of Chicago and North Shore women, has opened its summer rest camp for mothers and chil dren sent out by the United Charities, the Board of Education and other wel fare agencies. The camp, which was started in Glencoe as Gad's Hill encamp' ment in 1900, will have five hundred guests, two weeks each, from the last of July to the last of August. MRS. ERNEST PALMER CORRESPONDING SECRETARY MRS. /AY S. GLIDDEN TREASURER MRS. WILLIAM E. CASSELBERRT CAMP CHAIRMAN ELIZABETH ALGER CHICAGO VILLAGE CHAIRMAN MRS. HERBERT S. HOCK DIRECTOR- AT-LARGE 30 The Chicagoan Personal Intelligence Notes on the Liveliest of All Chicago Summers By Caroline S. Krum WELL, at least there's plenty of conver sation these days. Good, animated talk, too, for no matter what one's stand on prohibition, politics or prosperity — or rather, the lack of it — it costs nothing to have an opinion and to express it. What's more, a worthy adversary is almost always hovering on the horizon ready for discussion and debate, whatever and wherever the gath ering. It's amusing to note how the straitened times have loosed the reticent tongues, for many of these adversaries have been up to now the silent souls of the community. I vow I've heard real eloquence recently from men and women who for years have been listed among the listeners. Overnight they have become the outspoken champions of their pet causes — the wet issue, the dry issue, the presidential candidates, the safety of certain banks, and a dozen other topics of the day. It's really wonderful. The depression being what it is — heaven forbid that anyone feel facetious about the situation, but it's a grand idea to get all pos sible cheer out of life — depression stories are very much in vogue at the moment. One can't go about at all without collecting a new anecdote every now and then. Two came my way the other day: It seems that a certain north shore resident found himself without the wherewithal to pay for the next month's rent. Being an honest person, he went immediately to his landlord and explained the circum stances, adding that he would have to move. "Oh my1." sighed the landlord. "Well, I couldn't find another tenant for the house now, so you might just as well stay on there. At least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that the house is being taken care of." "Thank you very much," replied the tenant, "but the truth of the matter is, we've been offered another house on the same terms and, as we like it better, we've decided to move < anyway." The second story has to do with a Lake Forest hostess who had been entertaining two bachelors over the weekend. Sunday night nothing had been said as to the train they were planning to take to town the next morn ing, but at the breakfast table they murmured something about having to catch the eight o'clock for Chicago. "Heavens!" exclaimed the hostess glancing at her watch, "I didn't realize you wanted to make that train and I've sent the chauffeur to the village on an errand. However, I can drive you to the station myself and if we hurry we can just about make it." She flew to the garage, got out her car, loaded her guests and their bags aboard and drove to the station at breakneck speed, arriv ing just as the train was pulling in. With a sigh of relief she remarked that she was glad to have been able to make her contribution to the big business of the day. "Yes," replied one of the guests looking equally pleased. "Now we'll get to town in time to feed the pigeons!" \s/ hile the Republican and Democratic conventions brought only temporary relief from the gloom of the de pression clouds, they certainly managed to clear the air for a time and to stir things up in a social way. Most of June was given over to entertaining for out of town notables — Butler, Mills, Bingham, Roosevelt, Wilson, McAdoo, Longworth, Sabin, Hert, Hurley, Putnam, Ritchie, Gann, Schley, Hillies, Van- derlip, Smith and Lanahan being only a few of the names written in our "distinguished vis itors" book during the month. It depended largely on your political affilia tions as to whom you entertained and where you were invited. But regardless of the political flavor, hospitality was the thing, and everyone who possibly could, made some con tribution to the festivities of the hour. Sim plicity was the keynote for practically all the entertainment offered, but what was lacking in lavishness and extravagance was more than made up for by a fine feeling of fellowship. Among the many well known Chicagoans who dispensed hospitality to the guests within our gates were the Silas Strawns, the Kellogg Fairbanks, Mrs. Jacob Baur, the Arthur Meekers, Mrs. Waller Borden, the Howard Linns, the Charles Deweys, the William H. Mitchells, the Walter B. Wolfs, the Tiffany Blakes, the Charles Garfield Kings, the Leslie Wheelers, the Clifford Rodmans, the Robert j. J! MARGARET WALL SUBDEB DAUGHTER OF MR. AND MRS. THOMAS J. WALL, WHOSE SPORTS, ORA TORICAL AND DRAMATIC ACCOMPLISH MENTS HAVE WON HER ENVIABLE DIS TINCTION AMONG THE YOUNGER SET. PHOTOGRAPH BY PAUL STON E-RAYMOR, LTD. McGanns, the John Wentworths, the Stanley Fields, the Chauncey McCormicks and the E. N. Hurleys. Luncheons, dinners, garden teas and sup pers crowded social calendars — it seemed there could never be enough time to do all the things planned. The George Wellington bicenten nial military tournament and the opening of the racing season at Arlington Park (on the same day as the first session of the Democratic convention at the Stadium) added to the gen eral and pleasantly exciting complications of the last week in June — as far as I know, there wasn't a single complaint that week about life's being "much too ordinary and far too every day." This being an age of more or less independent thinking, you'll very often find a household divided in its political allegiance, but there are very few family dif ferences of opinion on the prohibition ques tion. However, one interesting and amusing example of such a divergence of feeling is that of the two Laflin brothers, Lloyd and Ells worth, the sons of Mrs. Louis E. Laflin. Some time ago, Lloyd allied himself with the Crusaders, that enterprising band of mas culines who are against prohibition and make no bones about it. I forget just when the or ganization first came into being, but I know that it was some time later that the Saracens (dry as the Sahara!) sprang up to do battle with them, headed by none other than Ells worth! What the outcome of the struggle between the two groups will be, none can fore tell, but aside from the seriousness of the ques tion itself, the situation is diverting. Both young men, realizing that every indi vidual is entitled to his own opinion and belief, are on perfectly friendly terms, so that when Ellsworth asked his brother to be best man at his wedding to Miss June Kennedy, the invita tion was accepted with pleasure and alacrity. The marriage service was read in Pittsburgh on June twenty-fifth at the residence of the bride's parents, Mr. and Mrs. John McCartney Kennedy, with a small reception afterward to which members of the family and a few other friends were invited. Lloyd and his wife (the former Babbie Clow) and the senior Mrs. Laflin went east for the festivities, the bride's cousin, Miss Miriam Brown, was the maid of honor and another cousin, little Jane Camp bell, the flower girl; while young William H. Woodin II, a cousin of the Laflin family, was ringbearer. After their wedding journey, the bridal couple will return to this part of the world to spend several months with Mrs. Laflin at her delightful Lake Forest establishment. The Marshall Fields, as is always the case when they come to Chicago, were much feted during their recent visit here with the Clifford Rodmans. They arrived in time for the opening (Continued on page 49) July, 1932 31 MAILLARD-KESSLERE KAY STROZZI The current theatrical season, if the season is still current, has brought two homecomings to this lovely lady, for ~Miss Strozzi is a native of this turbulent heath. Last fall she led Lionel Atwill into great difficulties in The Silent Witness, and is now supporting the virile barytone, 'Walter Woolf, in Clowns in Clover at the Apollo. We join with her brothers and her many friends in weV coming her bac\. Hot Nights in the Stalls Thin Competition for the Bathing Beaches and Roadhouses TO hear people talk one would believe that a dramatic critic will soon be as obsolete as a dinosaur or a millionaire. True, the poor fellows are a bit dazed by pay- cuts, dirth of news and the prevalent lamenta tions over the theatre. But next September will see them all in their spats and gardenias swanking about as usual in the lobbies of Randolph Street. And the past season might have been worse. One does not have to dig too deep for a list of the Ten Best Plays of the Year. There was (1) The Barretts of Wimpole Street, worthy even if it had not been graced by the great Cornell. And (2) Mourning Be comes Electra, great in size and emotion. Moreover (3) The Green Pastures, superb in its imagination. Likewise (4) Once in a Life time, a grand satire even if Chicago did not take to it. Besides (5) Tomorrow and To morrow, a better bit of Barry. Then (6) The Vinegar Tree, high comedy of quality. Not to forget (7) Counsellor -at-law, which ran nineteen weeks. Or (8) The Devil Passes, with nearly as many stars as the Milky Way. In addition to (9) Grand Hotel, which seems so much better now that we have seen the movie version. Lastly (10) As Husbands Go, although some might prefer Mrs. Moonlight or Payment Deferred. Musical productions in the gold star class include three intimate revues, Three's a Crowd, The Band Wagon and the Third Little Show, all of which might have done more business if their high-toned stars had not taken down such fabulous salaries; three girl- and-glitter extravaganzas, the Follies, the Scandals and Crazy Quilt; one musical com edy, Girl Crazy, the show to make the movie houses theatre-conscious; one novelty, The bonder Bar, all Jolson, but what more do you want?; and Rhapsody in Blac\, the Ethiopian at his and her best. But the theatre in this torrid July is not all retrospect. After a number of postponements, that ambitious young producer, Lew Leslie, finally brought Clowns in Clover into the Apollo on a sultry June night not so long ago. And, moreover, he brought into the theatre a large, typical and enthusiastic group of Loopers and Loopesses, as well as a goodly sprinkling of boys with badges. Oddly enough, an amusing political number mention ing certain candidates got a big hand on a ref erence to Al Smith, and but a murmur for Mr. Roosevelt, while the papers on the street were prophetically announcing that the New York Governor was "in." My deadline makes it impossible to announce here whether the audi ence or the press was right. Be that as the votes decide, Clowns in Clover should get a lot of ballots in its ticket box even after the Democrats have returned to their homes and begun to say nasty things about Mr. Hoover . It is a swell summer show, better in fact than a lethargic public deserves By William C. Boyden at this time of year in this worst of all years. Leslie has not stinted. He has shot the works. His cast is diversified and talented; his Merriel Abbott girls as peppy as though each girl had knocked off a pint of champagne before the performance; his blackouts reasonably clean and distinctly mirth-provoking; his settings tasteful if not lavish. Walter Woolf is the most heavily typed performer and is pleasing in song and sketch. I rather wished he had sung a rousing march song about swords or broad highways, but one cannot have everything. And his delivery of Close Tour Old Umbrella and Don't Blame Me are persuasive even if he does not have a chance to shake the rafters with his baritone. He has two partners, Jeanette Loff for songs and Kay Strozsi for comedy. Miss Loff is light of voice and hair and delightful to con template. Miss Strozzi is darkly beautiful and dramatically more than equal to humorous possibilities of the skits. A fair portion of the audience seemed to be made up of her attrac tive family, but one did not have to be a rela tive to be appreciative of her charming per sonality. The biggest laughs of the evening are provoked by Eddie Lambert, a broad comic and very funny in his own not so quaint Jew ish way. He has a burlesque song about a gigolo who works for three cents a dance which is rather superior nonsense. Two specialty stunts bid fair to stop the show on the opening night; a girl named Gloria, who for no good reason comes dancing on wearing a mask, and then discards the mask and for very good reasons does some of the fastest whirling on her toes that these old eyes have ever beheld; and a wistful lad named Larry Adler, who makes a mouth organ sound like a violin and even dared to play an accor- dian while Phil Baker was in the house. And before passing to other matters it might be meet again to toss another verbal bouquet at the Merriel Abbott team who hoof so vigor ously that one would think they were trying to get warmed up, when the contrary must obviously be the case. I honestly believe the audience was perspiring in sympathy. Lew Leslie has more faith in Chicago than most Chicagoans. Power to him. vV ith the conventions looming, Ralph Kettering had one of those better ideas and acted on it. Leaping into his Hispano-Suiza he headed for the Black Belt, invaded some of the flossier black-and-tans and persuaded a number of dusky boys and girls that they belonged in the Loop. That's how Do Tour Stuff was born. And at this writing the show is doing good business at the Adelphi. While making no pretense to the culture of Rhapsody in Blac\, this current ethiopian frolic is rather surprisingly good and a worthy attempt to keep the theatre in Chicago from complete desuetude. Maestro Kettering is wise in believing that it is pleasanter to view such a show from a stall in his theatre than from a table in fetid cabaret air, especially in June. As usual the numbers which imitate the Broadway manner of Ziegfeld and White are pale by contrast, if not by pigment. The chocolate colored Ed Wynns and Willie Howards are not too funny; the ensemble scenes seem crude; the chorus cannot dance like Merriel Abbotteers. But when it comes to the stuff particularly suited to negro, the hoofing, the choral singing, the banjoing, there is distinct heat in the entertainment. Two three-boy teams, the Brown Brothers and Three Rhythm Ramblers, step faster in one place then their compatriot Ralph Metcalfe stepped 100 yards at Stagg Field not so long ago. A gal named Eva Waters is featured. She does not appear to be a sister of the famous Ethel, but her hip work is somewhat compar able in effectiveness to the throat work of her famous namesake. A portly pianist, Tiny Parham, contributes the music, of which two songs, Strolling in Harlem and After All Fve Done for You, have distinct merit. Marse Parham also adds to the gayety of the evening by fondling the ivories with very dulcet re sults. I hope Mr. Kettering's courage and imagination are rewarded by a decent run for this agreeable entertainment. I have often wondered why the sapient John Bernero, overlord of the Playhouse, does not run a permanent stock company in his little theatre. He seems to have found a mysterious audience for unpre tentious dramatic tid bits. These playgoers do not pay very much, but they also do not de mand very much. For instance, Love on Approval has already been extant for several weeks, while Hay Fever, a better comedy and at equally low prices, played one disastrous week at the Adelphi and left its actors stranded. It would seem that Love on Approval was meant to be sophisticated. Certainly the au thor has unlimbered more than enough two- dollar words. But in spite of its scribe's wide vocabulary, the play is a very naive charade. Its background is the Greenwich Village of a decade ago when y earners prated of "the right to live one's own life." Maybe they still talk that way in the Village, but it hardly seems possible. Anyway, a couple of Victorian parents drop in and decide to bring the kids to their senses by going the children one better. So Cecil Spooner dons a pair of track pants and pretends to be having an affair with a dig nified gentleman of fifty summers. Miss Spooner is a breezy old girl who knows all the stock tricks and contrives to be reasonably amusing in her unsubtle way. What is true of Miss Spooner is true of the play as a whole. It serves its audience and, in so doing, deserves a somewhat limited commen dation. July, 1932 33 TARZAN THE ''IT11 MAN A screen vogue inversely analogous to the madness that was Clara Bow's has left unturned the slee\ and gratifyingly level head of Johnny Weissmuller, photographed in the flesh and in tweeds between personal exhibitions at the Oriental by an exclusive etching process of Paid Stone-Raymor , Ltd. Urban Phenomena Summertime In and, More Often than Not, Out of Town By Virginia S k inkle ONE of our Smart Young Bankers knows a place where one can sleep, eat, have a baseball team and pay no rent . . . it's any good penitentiary . . . why didn't we think of that the first time the Stock Mar ket Slumped? What with this Depression practically everyone is confining the entertain ment budget to Movies Only . . . the New War Cry being "What, no Mickey Mouse?" And if there is no Mickey Mouse we Storm out of the theater indignantly. Cheerful Story. ... A man we know used to bet on races, fights, games, etc., with another chap in his office. After several months of this he had a nice little sum of money due him. His Pal having "No Cash On Hand Trouble" paid him with two hundred shares of manufactur ing stock worth fifty cents a share at the time. Our friend owned the stuff only four days when he discovered that it was suddenly worth four dollars and fifty cents a share. Now he is going Places for a Vacation. October is going to be Mad House Month in the Real Estate Offices. People with re duced incomes are moving into smaller apart ments, going into hotels and trading apart ments with their friends. At any rate almost everyone we know is moving. Probably by September thirtieth scores of housewives will be running across the streets carrying lamp shades and bird cages. S O many people are staying in town this summer that it's bound to be very gay ... in fact we haven't caught our breath from the round of Convention parties. The Saddle and Cycle Club is mobbed, what with dancing on Thursday and Saturday nights, baseball games on Sundays and a swimming pool full of Gay Young Things. The Sub-debs have discovered what a grand place the out door dancing pavilion is at Exmoor and Knollwood is enticing us with tea dances beside the pool on Sundays and morning horse back rides through the woods. Around five o'clock is a good time to fold up in a deck chair on the Tavern Roof and drink anything cool with Mint in it. A few Lucky Souls are getting on trains and boats to go places. Betty Frey (engage ment ring trouble) is Basking on the Beach of Mallorca. . . . Rowe (Jane) Boat has gone to Cape Cod ... the Paul du Ponts are on their way to Florida and thence to Rus sia. . . . Bee Hersey is visiting her family at Harbor Springs. . . . Dotty Moorhead and Roberta Harvey are running around Charle voix, Jimmy Pope and Dick Simmons are Lake Forest Bachelors again. . . . Kay and Bye Harvey have discovered a new way to "do" Europe. . . . Jip Peterkin has reopened her studio at Lake Geneva. A man we know (feeling practically per fect) left a speakeasy a little uncertainly and approached a taxi. "Take me to the corner of Willow and Howe" said he to the driver. "And how yourself," replied the driver politely. Maxine Strotz has rolled up her sleeves and gone to work for her husband as his secretary. . . . Gene Toomer, the philosopher and poet and his wife (Zona Gale's protegee, the former Marjorie Latimer) have been visiting Bertha Ochsner. Ethel Barrymore Colt, who broke all the Bond Salesmen's Hearts in Chicago, is visiting her mother in California and will return to New York to rehearse for Phil Baker's show in August. . . . Dotty Wheelock is writing jazz for publication. . . . Jean Stevens had an audition at National Broadcasting. . . . Mar jorie Maxwell is playing the races and singing over the radio and getting tanned on beaches. We wish we could still hear her sing at Ravinia. Jean Spens has gone to Estes Park. . . . Christy Mann is in Montana. . . . Jean Richey is planning an excursion to Michigan. . . . Betty Offield is running back and forth between Here and Lake Geneva . . .the Wes ley Dixons have gone out to Lake Forest. . . . Janice McNear Towle and small son (Bunky) have arrived in Highland Park after two and a half years in Honolulu and California. Two days after her arrival her husband made a surprise flight out here from California (March Field) and stayed the week-end, how ever he is coming back the first of August and there are lots of Welcome Home parties planned. A GIRL we know mar ried an Englishman famous for his sense of humor. It was a small drawing room wed ding. When she walked up the aisle to meet him he turned around and said in an audible voice, "Well, fancy seeing you here." Here is an idea for a greeting if you are sending flowers to the mother of a brand new baby. . . . "Congratulations . . . the only article not wrapped in cellophane guaranteed to grow fresher with age." At a dinner party last week there was a lot of conversation about the number of Banks Failing. One of the men decided to have a little fun kidding his dinner partner. "Did you know," said he "that your bank is in very bad shape and the report is out that it won't open on Monday?" "Oh, that can't be true," replied the lady brightly, "why they have been advertising in the papers to deposit with them because it's a SAFE proposition." W E heard this story about a French Woman who had just left her third husband. She became extremely enamoured of one of those Beautiful Russian Officers and announced to her friends that he would be Number Four. It was a great idea. Everyone was particularly pleased about it. There was only one difficulty. Getting her third marriage annulled was expensive and paying for another wedding was expensive too. The Officer didn't have any money and the French Lady couldn't possibly afford both. After some deliberation they decided that a wedding was a very important occasion and they would spend the money on that. It was one of the Better Receptions. Champagne flowed freely ... a gypsy orchestra played divinely while the guests dined magnificently The Bride and Groom departed Happily . . . complete with NO ANNULMENT . . . for what we hope was a Swell Honeymoon. Here, There and Every where . . . Florence Noyes in brown print jumping an early morning bus for town. . . . Peggy Hambleton in brown with a large brimmed brown hat with a chalk white crown . . . Sophia Harrington (just engaged) lunch ing at the Woman's Exchange in brown print with a veiled turban (first thing you know people will start wearing Brown). . . . Dotty Ranney in a brown and chartreuse print with a chartreuse scarf and hat. . . . Peggy Bis- sell in bright yellow wool. . . . Betty Histead dancing at South Shore in smoky blue. . . . Betty Borden Pirie in one of those amusing white straw sailors. . . . Mrs. William Mitch ell Blair in hunter's green shopping on an after noon off from her newspaper job. . . . Mar jorie Caldwell shopping with her in navy blue and white and looking very smart. . . . Helen Clemment at the Knollwood pool in chalk white with brown accessories, a vision to behold. 'Bye Now. July, 1932 35 H O M E S u I T E H O M E MODEL OF A HOUSING DEVELOPMENT, KASSEL, GERMANY. EACH APARTMENT HAS TWO EXPOSURES, WIDTH OF COURTS INSURES ADEQUATE LIGHT AND AIR AND SUBSTITUTION OF GARDENS FOR STREETS ELIMINATES TRAFFIC NOISES AND DIRT. PROJECT FOR LUX APARTMENTS IN EVANSTON. BOWMAN BROTHERS ARE THE ARCHITECTS. THIS IS TO BE A GLASS AND STEEL BUILDING WITH AUTOMATICALLY CONDITIONED AIR. RAYMOND HOOD S PROPOSED APART MENT TOWER IN THE COUNTRY, PLANNED TO COMBINE THE ADVAN TAGES OF A SUBURBAN ESTATE WITH THE FREEDOM FROM RESPONSIBILITY ENJOYED BY URBAN APARTMENT DWELLERS. A Selection of Mode/s from the Architectural Exhibition of the TSjetc Tor\ tAuseum of Modern Arts, Discussed in an Article on page 42 Dropping the Pilot Scraps of Paper from the Rapidan Waste Baskets By Edward Everett Altrock (Ed. Note: For several weeks now Mr. Altrock has been hovering around Camp Rapidan, which, we believe, is situated on the Rappahannock about ten miles north of some place that we can't remember, like a pitcher with a broken wing. He went to Washington for the Conventions and wired that it was a perfectly swell place to be for the Conventions — electric lights, running water (but it takes three minutes for it to run hot), located on the right side of the tracks with all the conveni ences of your home and ours, except that we live next door to the Bentzjdorffs. Mr. Bentzdorff used to work in a brewery back in the old country, and say! But it makes our mouth water. Well, Mr. Altrock got pretty sick of Washing ton — Rupert Hughes did, too — and retired to the neighborhood of Camp Rapidan where he is now living in a horse-chestnut tree. Mr. Altrock picked up a spare-time job (and a lot of swell new stories) which, he says, is mighty interesting. He empties the camp waste baskets. He spends the rest of his time, he assures us, resting, and filching and poach ing and more often than not poaching what he filches. Camp Rapidan is most pretty at this time of year, writes Mr. Altrock. The trees are in leaf and the marsh land is lousy with mosquitos. The layout is nice, too. What a whale of a difference a few tents make, adds Mr. Altrock. Ah, Life must be a merry, merry whirl down there in Virginia among the pines. But enough of Mr. Altrock's background and early days. Haunting the Rapidanian camp as he has been doing (he, himself, says he is "just an old teepeeping-Tom"), he has collected a lot of valuable, but nevertheless interesting, information and a rather bad head cold. Herewith are a few fruits of his labors, to coin a phrase; a few samples of the sort of mail Our President receives daily. Is it any wonder, then, that the Man Hoover is a busy, busy man and just can't find time to get mixed up with any of the latter-day problems that are being faced with fur and forbearance by this will-o'-the-wispish nation of ours. Of course, he doesn't get around to read all these letters. But what if he did? Or: And what if he did? Aqua velva, as Mr. Altrock says.) No. 1 Pittsburg, Kan. Dear Mr. President: My husband Jules is a carpenter and he re cently got an order to build a bridge table for the McAnnannys over on First avenue. Well, he don't know anything about building bridge tables but my neighbor Mrs. Noonan says how you used to be experienced at building bridges and maybe could you help my husband Jules out. We will be thankful for your advice. We are going to vote for you anyways to help along Prohibition because my husband works ever so much better when he ain't out with the boys slopping it up. Yours gratefully, Mrs. Angela Farthingale. No. 2a New York, N. Y. Pal: Call Circle 5-8991. Ask for "Slim." You know what. Buddy. No. 2b Chicago, 111. Dear Mr. President: I saw the first robin again this year and I am seventeen years old and in seventh grade at the Whipple School and I memorized the other day that Mount Rainier, Washington, is one of our National Parks and has an area of 342 square miles and 28 glaciers that are 50 to 500 feet thick. And just to think, our school teachers here ain't getting paid for teaching we school children such valuable information like that. Most sincerely, Martha Todd. No. 3 San Francisco, Calif. Dear Bert: Say, what about that sawbuck I won from you on the California-Stanford game in '07? Sorry to be pressing you, but my bank just failed. Yours, "Cookie" Gillespie. No. 4 Chicago, 111. Dear Mr. Hoover: If the Democratic parties of Illinois wants to elect the next governor of Illinois, then why didn't they nominate the Hon. Ashton Stevens who is a dean of Chicago's drama critics and columnist of one of Chicago's own local newspapers, and he is also a tourist of note and I think he writes under the name of Robert Copeland on his Sunday paper about tours. You are always reading anyway in his column about what he sees while motoring to Milwaukee or Gary or Oak Park or Hub bard's Woods. So his knowledge of this Great Sovereign State of Illinois must be pretty good and is probably surpassed by nobody. More down state voters would be with him than any other Chicago man, because he is probably for good roads and anyway they don't have to read his drama criticisms and column because his paper's rural circulation is known to everybody as lousy and maybe he would give us all a square deal and a full dinner pail to say nothing of a full dinner jacket as he has ALTROCK STUDIOS ROOM IN HOTEL ALGONQUIN WHERE ALTROCK WAS NOMINATED HANDSOMEST MAN IN HIS CLASS AND MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED. done to Ben Bernie and Tug Weems. Yours truly, E. C. GOTTSHAWK. (Ed. Note: Well, it seems that our Mr. Altrock slipped us the old double cross again. We thought his manuscript was going to be a bunch of mighty entertaining letters from Our President's waste basket, but there were just these five and they're not very entertain ing, though we can't say what the President thought about them. Plenty, we bet. The rest of the Altrock manuscript turns out to be selections, vivid selections, from a Mr. Myrtlebaum's diary. Mr. Myrtlebaum is, Mr. Altrockbaum says, an under-secretary to the President and is more or less in charge of the writing desks at Camp Rapidan. He keeps the fountain pens filled, pencils sharpened, and, you might say, is overseer-extraordinary of what they, at Camp Rapidan, laughingly call the Kamp Korrespondence. Mr. Myrtlebaum is a tall, handsome man with a soft voice and winning ways, except at Pimlico. Full of verve and elan, he is a great favorite with everybody, especially the ladies. (Oh, my! Mister Myrtlebaum!) One time when he was a young lawyer and wasn't really striving very hard at all, he was in court and had to ask a most attractive, vivacious young lady witness named Beatrice, as he remembers, several questions. She was on the witness stand, but was really sitting down. And her legs were crossed, though there wasn't any harm in that. Well, you can't guess what Mr. Myrtlebaum asked her. He asked, "What will you be doing about 8:30 o'clock on the evening of March 14, 1928?" (And the day he asked that question was March 13, 1928, but maybe you'd like to have a try at the Myrtlebaum Diary.) Late Bulletin: It's all off! And may be it's just as well. We've just had an air mail letter from Mr. Altrock asking us to kill the diary story because the tocsin is being sounded and he hasn't any anti-tocsin. The President is expected at the camp at any min ute and Mr. Altrock is afraid the printing of the revealing Myrtlebaum Diary might get its writer in a jam. You see, Mr. Myrtlebaum didn't write it after all, but Mr. Altrock did. However, our thoughtful Washington corre spondent sends a sixth letter to make, with the five above, an even half-dozen. No. 6 Washington, D. C. Dear Mr. Hoover: Well, Big Boy, you certainly don't take very good care of your correspondence, do you? Okay by me. Write me in the spring when you're taking in washings. Yours on the line, Edward E. Altrock. (Ed. Note: Perhaps we shall be able to print The True TsAyrtlehaum Diary in what the Saturday Evening Post calls "an early issue.") July, 1932 37 IN THE MORE FORMAL TYPE OF COUNTRY HOUSE THIS FEDERAL DINING ROOM CONVEYS A SENSE OF AIRINESS AND SPACIOUS DIGNITY. LANDSCAPED WALLS ADD TO THE FEELING OF WIDE VISTAS AND FRESHNESS. THE FEDERAL MIRROR AND MANTEL REPRESENT THE FINE GRACE OF THE PERIOD. IN KEEPING WITH THIS MOOD ARE THE PURE LINES OF THE AMERICAN DIRECTOIRE SILVER FROM ROGERS, LUNT 6? BOWLEN. Those Summer Guests Items for Their Busy Little Fingers By The Hostess COUNTRY DINING ROOM WITH PINE- SHEATHED WALLS, RUSH-BOTTOMED CHAIRS, WELSH CUPBOARD, IN WHICH THE PLAIN EARLY AMERICAN SILVER FROM ROGERS, LUNT 6? BOWLEN COM PLETES AN EARLY COLONIAL ATMOS PHERE. 1AST month this page was devoted to their hungry and thirsty little mouths and it — ' does seem as if the hostess might rest a bit after all that. She should too. The secret of summer entertaining is simplicity, informal ity, and a happy hostess, who doesn't pester her guests every minute with an ironclad pro gram of activities. Yet, the opportunities for things to do should be unobtrusively about the place so that the party may drift into whatever strikes the moment's fancy without necessitating a wild search for tables, cards, games, paper, and the like. Then there are the nice comfort-inducing things like pleasant chairs, loads and loads of little tables, plenti ful and varied cigarettes, books and magazines, an accessible refrigerator with cool beverages, bowls of fresh fruit. These take the guests off your mind for hours at a time and make them rise and call you a honey. Freshening up the country place with a few new swings and lazy chairs is the first step towards a happy summer, for both guest and the people who live there. It is such an easy thing to do this year, with summer furniture and amusing trifles selling for a chirp. There's a showing of summer furniture on the tea room floor of Mandel's which will give you a lot of ideas. If your country place boasts a rich expanse of lawn and a pleasant garden you can keep everyone out-of-doors practi cally all the time with one of the interesting table groups here. The tables have the usual center pole and huge sunshade, with four or six chairs, but they are unusual in their design and coloring. One in black and white has a smart Empire feeling, and there's a brilliant group in red, white and blue — much white, which makes it look very cool and new. For the beach there are some delightful beach rests and a beach roll which is a padded mattress with an extra soft pillow for the head, all curling up into a compact strapped roll like a duffle bag, light enough to be toted about anywhere. These have modern printed de signs of balloons, exotic looking fruits, and other things not at all like the inane old flow ery effects. Marshall Field has a wide range of stunning hickory furniture which retains the rus- (Continued on page 46) 38 The Chicagoan Shops About Town Accessories — Beach Things — Gadgets By The Chicagoenne MAYBE you have decided that this is the year for shaking the mothballs out of last summer's swim suit, and getting by on a "no new appropriations" measure, but you'll find it hard going. Beach things this season are just too much fun to resist. Very 1932 is the Bradley suit on the damsel rising from the waves in the picture below; on slim young things this brassiere and shorts affair is altogether fetching, but not for the pudgy stomached, puleeze. A more flattering type is another amusing Bradley creation with bloomers instead of shorts. Don't jeer — these bloomers are gathered on a knitted waist band, are very short and hug the thigh with a brilliant band of contrasting color, and the neck is cut way way down in back to give the new bare look. Off the figure the thing looks faintly Victorian, on, it makes you think of the bright youngsters who skip about at Ned Wayburn's in rompers. Nearly all the Bradley adult suits are copied in similar style for chil dren — or maybe it's vice versa. No one should assemble a summer sports wardrobe without dropping in on Peck and Peck. The suit shown at the right in the illustration has a foundation of heavy jersey high in front with just two straps holding it to the waist in back. Over this you wear play shorts of pique which button trimly about the hips and have a pair of colored stripes running down the side of each leg. This appears in red, white and blue but is even newer in a tawny orange banded at the neck in brown and white. The shorts, in khaki tone, sport huge brown buttons and brown and white stripes. Also, look at the stunning one-piece knit suit of rich melon, lined in white jersey (be sure you knit suits are lined), with adjustable straps ending in a little bow at the waist in back. The older or heavy woman won't feel at all out of things if she wears Peck and Peck's smart black and white silk jersey suit with a new sun back and a gay little black and white wrap-around affair which may be tied at the waist to form a skirt or at the shoulders to become a cape. Slacks or pajamas or beach dresses — you can take your choice this year. The Peck and Peck slacks in dark blue jersey with metal buttons over a thin wool shirt checked in red, black and white, are too rakish for words. They have a grand quadruple- duty suit here too, of white Palm Beach cloth, including a skirt and hat and a pair of slacks, with a double breasted jacket which may be worn over either skirt or slacks. White linen and white pique suits have tailored jackets em bellished by huge ivory buttons and ivory buckle on the belt. Several of the linen suits have dresses with the sun back. Their dresses of printed cotton are won derful for general country wear or as beach dresses; they don't rumple and wash beauti fully in the swish of a sud. These are shown in practical dark blues with a tiny white figure and are bound in white pique, a square sun-back on the dress and a short jacket to cover it. If you don't already own some of the huge red and white blue "Repeal" hand kerchiefs designed by Peck and Peck run right over and order some. They're splendid for sports wear though a lot of people are framing theirs because they are so quaint. Grace Tancill in Diana Court is a past master at the business of han dling jersey, and now she applies her art to fashioning bathing suits to order, too. One shown the other day was altogether different in its white top buttoned down both sides in blue buttons, giving a distinctive double- breasted effect. With these she has blue jersey shorts and an attractive white jacket which may be worn over the bathing suit or with •»• % r>W many other summer costumes. Her dresses and suits are always interesting. They are all custom made — you try on the styles there and then order one made exactly to your measure — and the fabric she uses never stretches or sags though you clean it every week. There's a suit in the shop now which is ideal for summer traveling — a soft reseda green jersey dress slimly fashioned about the waist and flaring slightly in the skirt. It's sleeveless with a yoke and epaulet effect at tached to the dress by a row of openwork braiding, and the dress buttons down the back with many tiny buttons. The short jacket is stunning with a high round neck and a design of narrow narrow lines which look like seams but are really cut-work seams, allowing a glimpse of the pinky-beige lining. And there's a beret to match too which does new things with a band of self material across the crown ending in a series of (Continued on page 48) ¦• >¦**¦¦ M* 1*111 ¦ *\ * .in m t *i m *** AT THE LEFT A TAWNY JERSEY SWIM SUIT WITH PIQUE SHORTS FROM PECK AND PECK; NEXT TO HER PYJAMA AND COAT SUIT FROM MARSHALL FIELD, IN RED AND WHITE CHECKED GINGHAM, THE COAT LINED IN TERRY CLOTH AND BELTED IN RED LEATHER; AT RIGHT, BLUE JERSEY SLACKS AND RED AND WHITE WOOL SHIRT FROM PECK AND PECK; IN THE WAVES, A BRADLEY SUIT OF PLEATED SHORTS AND BRASSIERE BAND. July, 1932 39 LU XUKY wit"h ECONOMY Psrkshore MOTEL 55 th Street- at the Lake Phone Plaza 3100 IIVE, and in the living, enjoy every A moment to the utmost. That is your perfect privilege when your home is either the Flamingo or the Parkshore, two of Chicago's out standing, most coveniently located apartment hotels. • Flamingo and Parkshore suites are modern, spa cious, beautifully appointed and superbly serviced. Their rental rates are remarkably moderate. At the Parkshore the guest may have a choice of a completely appointed suite, or may provide the furnishings at a considerable saving in rental. • A very limited number of unusually desirable apartments, overlooking Lake Michigan, the new outer drives and Jackson Park are now available. "Where Smart People Meet" Direction of Hotel Management aminqo MOTEL ' 55th Street- at -hhe Lake Phone Plaza 3800 15 East 69th St., New York Choosing the Westbury as a New York address is more than a gesture of social desirability. Located on ultra fashionable Madison Avenue, just one block from Central Park, it is conveniently accessible to smart shops, theatres, cultural centers, the business and financial district. Rates are reasonable and flexible in order to meet all requirements. Table d'hote meals permit the establish ing of a regular budget while the mod erately priced a la carte menu is an added attraction. The Westbury means distinctive atmos phere. Wire collect for reservations RUDOLPH BISCHOFF, Managing Director DOG FAVORITES Hollywood Chooses Schnauzers We have both Giants and Mediums. Wonderful family and watch dogs. Covered Wagon Kennels Naperville, Illinois Chicago Office: 105 W. Adams St. Anne Heathcote Studio Creators of 7<[atural Loo\ing Permanent Waves $7.50 $10.00 $12.50 $15.00 209 South State Street 608 Republic Building CHICAGO Telephones — Harrison 9060, Webster 7112 The Romance of OLD GRANADA Makes DINING AND DANCING THE SPANISH TEA ROOM An Endless Delight ! SPECIAL Let delicious food, marvel- SUNDAY ously home cooked and DINNERS faultlessly served amidst -«. charming environment be AL. the beginning of an even- VARNEE'S ing of unalloyed pleasure. Orchestra Dance on our perfect floor Saturday to toe-tickling music into Nights the wee sma' hours. There's •a no more joyful place in COVER Chicagoland than The Span. $1.50 ish Tea Room at Naper- per ville, on State Highway 18. couple (Ogden Avenue.) THE SPANISH TEA ROOM Read Current Entertainment A concisely critical survey of the civil' ized interests of the Town on pages 4 and 6 of this and every issue of THE CHICAGOAN 40 The Chicagoan ALL EQUIPPED TO FACE THE SUN WITHOUT A BLISTER. THE SUMMER DRESSING TABLE BOASTS A FAT JAR OF SUN OIL TO KEEP AWAY THE - BURN; A WEEKEND KIT WHICH IS A MIRACLE OF MUCH SERVICE IN A SMALL PACKAGE; POWDER IN SPECIAL SUMMER TONES; EVER' DRY TO COUNTERACT EXCESSIVE PERSPIRATION; TEXTURE LOTION FOR SWIFT CLEANSING AND STIMULATION; A REFINING ASTRINGENT; AND THE INDISPENSABLE PATTER, WHICH SHOULD BE A YEAR-ROUND, EVERY DAY FRIEND. Unwilted Beauties And No Fuss About It £31 Marcia Vaughn OF course the bogie man will get you if you don't watch out. (And does he have a kit full of skin coarsening, hair bleaching, blistering tricks!). But at the same time, there's no neck I'd rather wring than the neck of the girl who holds up activites again and again while she prinks and fusses over her precious skin and hair. This summer beauty business must be cut down to a sane minimum, if we're going to get any fun out of the season. Perhaps it doesn't seem like cutting to in vest in a case of beauty equipment but really that's the only way to do the thing, especially if you do much dashing about, whether on long trips or for numerous weekends. Get all your essentials into a neat case so that you can get at them with despatch and half the bother of summer grooming and travel is eliminated. All the good manufacturers have cases varying from compact little weekend kits to magnifi cent bridey cases completely equipped for a world tour. It's easy enough to find one especially suited to your needs. Yardley has a new Cab in Case which is especially convenient for summer beauties. The exterior is sturdy and handsome in a waterproof fabric which looks like crocodile. The interior has all the com partments lined in washable and waterproof fabricoid, so that you won't need to cry over spilled lotion. The whole inside of the lid forms a generous mirror and the contents are certain to make the long train or motor trip a happier thing — a fat jar of lovely English Complexion Cream, for cleansing and nourish ing and one of face cream for swift touching- up during the day; a bottle of lavender cleans ing lotion with a leak-proof cap; a cake of exquisite Old English Lavender Soap; rouge and lipstick; a bottle of the indispensable Yardley's Lavender and a box of powder so constructed that it simply won't spill out. If you are bound for spots where the beach and outdoor life hold the center of the stage you can take it all in your stride with Helena Rubinstein's grand summer kit swinging jaun tily on your arm. Of waterproof moire, fastened with a metal slide, it's no larger than a good-sized purse, but simply stuffed with summer toiletries, each in its own convenient little pocket. There are Pasteurized Bleaching Cream, S\in Toning Lotion, Sun and Wind- proof Cream, Sunproof Beauty Lotion, Water proof Rouge, Sunproof Powder, and Sunburn Oil — just everything you need for practically any sort of protection or bedazzling makeup. Don't, don't, don't un dertake the summer tanning program without investing in a jar of sunburn oil. There are many good ones on the market, lovely soothing oils which the skin absorbs readily and which aren't at all messy to apply. Whether you are battling to retain a pink and white skin or are hot on the trail of a coppery coating you sim ply must use oil before exposure to the blazing sun, or you'll end with a dry, coarsened, aged skin and probably a painful burn. These oils filter the rays of the sun so that too rapid burning is prevented, while they re store the natural oils which the sun bakes away, keeping the skin elastic and well lubri cated. To get an even tan apply the oil before each exposure and go at the sun bath by degrees, a little the first day, gradually length ening the period each day. Rubinstein's Sun' burn Oil is excellent; Guerlain's splendid Huile pour Brunir comes in a new jar with sturdy base and non-spillable top; Elizabeth Arden's lovely golden oil comes in an intersting bottle which is tucked in a case of its own so that you can carry it down to the cabana and have it always at hand. Once you are well-tanned and find, upon sliding into a slashed away evening decolletage, that certain spots and lines of demarcation aren't all an even brown it's an easy trick to touch up the white lines with an artificial tan. Dorothy Gray's Coppertan or Arden's Bronze Liquid iron out all irregularities. (And if you're spending the summer busily at home but want to look like a lazy brown-skinned gal on certain occasions these preparations give you a lovelier and more even tan than almost any natural one I've seen.) Very few, except those to whom a deep tan is particularly becoming, go in for excessive browns these days. Sun burn oils and special summer sunproof foun dations will keep the skin quite normal and a mild bleaching cream now and then restores the pinky white look. Elizabeth Arden has a wonderful protective cream which helps you retain that look with not a jot of tan if you are so minded. Pro- tecta Cream is a rich heavy cream which may be diluted with skin tonic to any consistency. It is waterproof, which makes it perfect for swimming, and gives a lovely velvety finish for evening functions as well. With this and a weekly application of her Bleachine, which is an emollient as well as a bleach, redolent of fresh lemons, you can go through the summer with nary a freckle or a tan. And at the other extreme, if you do (Continued on page 4?) July, 1932 41 REVOLTING! theJab of washing THE worst job on earth! That's what any woman says about wash ing dirty handkerchiefs. Why inflict this repulsive job on yourself, or anyone else? It's entirely unnecessary. Use Kleenex, as so many other people now are doing. They started the use of this health handkerchief during colds — then found it impossible ever to return to the old, unsanitary way. Daintier than handkerchiefs Kleenex is made of softest rayon- cellulose, in convenient squares, handkerchief size. These disposable tissues are softer than any handkerchief — downy, dainty, gentle, absorbent. And think how pleasant to use each tissue only once— select ing a fresh, clean one every time. This is pos sible with Kleenex, be cause of its low cost. If you have been send- 'KERFS are a formal ver sion of Kleenex; exquisite tissues, smartly bordered . . . 4 thicknesses instead of 2. Nice enough to appear as "regular" hand- kerchiefs or tea napkins. ing washing out, you will find Kleenex a great saving over laundry bills. You can use many tissues for the cost of laundering one hand kerchief. Try Kleenex for applying oint ments and lotions; for applying cosmetics — and for removing them. Use Kleenex for baby's bibs and napkins, and for drying after the bath. All drug, dry goods and depart ment stores sell Kleenex. Two sizes now available Kleenex is now available in large sheets— three times usual size. These larger sheets are convenient for guest towels, dusting, and for extra luxury in remov ing face creams. For a free sample of Kleenex, write Kleenex Com pany, Lake Michigan Building, Chicago, Illinois. DOMINATING DUNHAM WOODS ESTATES, THE STATELY NORMAN CASTLE BUILT BY WARD DUNHAM IN 1880 IMPARTS A NOTE OF OLD WORLD GRANDEUR TO THE ILLINOIS COUNTRYSIDE IN THE FASHIONABLE EN VIRONS OF WAYNE. REPRODUCTION IS FROM AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH PRIZED BY DESCENDANTS OF THE BUILDER. HOME SUITE HOME Or What Have Yo u By Ruth G. Bergman KLEENEX <£^*«^& TISSUES WHAT with Henry Ford pub lishing back-to-the-land propa ganda, . and business — or the lack of it — keeping the men of the family close to the office, and what with the seasonal social, theatrical and musical slump and all of one's dormant rusticity being stimulated by the July sun — what with these fac tors operating jointly, one's thoughts naturally turn to a house with a view of trees and grass and flowers. For that reason the country estate busi ness is looking up. At least lots of people are beginning to look up coun try estates and, looking over the prices, are finding bargains too tempt ing to be overlooked. As super highways, golf specials, yes, and the airplane and the auto- giro bring the country almost as close to Chicago as it is to Gopher Prairie, it is becoming increasingly easy for a man to be Lawyer Jekyll by day and Farmer Hyde in the evening and over the week end. As medical men frighten us more and more about the dangers of imbibing insufficient vita min A, the sunshine vitamin which filters poorly through soot laden air into narrow city streets, it becomes increasingly essential to our peace of mind to live in the open spaces, great or small. Certainly the Georgian, the Early American, the somewhat French country house with which we are familiar, can be very attractive, comfortable and soul satisfying to the American who wants to set up his Lares near the country club and his Penates within, say, six bridge hands (on a fast train) of the city. And to those who favor the Georgian, the Early American and the other period backgrounds, a word of advice: snap them up while you can still get them. 1 he new architec ture, like something else which I will not offend you by mentioning, is around the corner and threatens to become an irresistible force once it makes the turn. Whether we like it or not, the old architecture is doomed, not on the grounds of esthetics but of inexorable economics. Last month, thousands of persons saw the hand writing on the walls of Sears-Roe buck. Perhaps many of them could or would not read it; it may even be that I am misinterpreting, but on the authority of many leading architects, I venture to say that the housing styles of the future will not be dic tated by the customs, necessities, or tastes of a dead age, but will be pre scribed by medical and social agen cies, designed by engineers, deter mined by the capacity of the ma chine, interpreted by architects trained in all these fields. This handwriting at the Sears-Roe buck State Street store appeared, as you have surmised, at the Architec tural Exhibition of the New York Museum of Modern Art. It was done in French, German, Swedish, Italian and other modern languages as well as English and American. As a matter of fact, Americans had comparatively litt'e to show except dreams and statistics. The Europeans had statistics substantiated by photo graphs, plans and models of build- 42 The Chicagoan L/atly, in the rosy dawn, porters spray and scrub the Belmont Roof Garden. Here, during the day, Madame can lounge and sun-tan or watch your hopefuls play in our spotless sand pile. And when you arrive "home" — what a relief, in the cool of the evening, to sit and see the sunset colors fade over the Yacht Harbor, Lincoln Park and Lake Michigan. Regular Table d'hote Dinner] J Including Sundays $1.00 $1.50 $2.00 Hotel Belmont B. B. WILSON, Manager Single and double rooms with bath Suites of 2 to 4 rooms with or without kitchenette Sheridan Road at Belmont Harbor BITTERSWEET 2100 • 15 MINUTES FROM THE LOOP from* a woodland spring UP from the depths comes Corinnis Spring Water, coursing its way through hundreds of feet of pure, white stone . . . freed by Nature of all harmful impurities . . . taking unto it self a crystal-clarity and a goodness of ta3te that make it one of the finest waters in all the world. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of drinking Corinnis. Depend on it for year 'round purity and good taste. Join the thousands who drink it daily. En joy with them the low cost which this great popularity makes possible. Corinnis Spring Water is delivered di rect to your door anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. Order a case today. See how good a good water can really be. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood store J Corinnis SPRING WATER July, 1932 43 Going EAST? SAVE 4 HOURS TO DETROIT Fly on TRANSAMERICAN AIRLINES Via Transamerican is the shortest route between Chicago, South Bend, Detroit and Michigan points. It's just 750 minutes to Detroit in a T. A. C. airliner — and your trip by air is always clean, cool and restful. Schedules are faster, service is more frequent, air fares are lower than ever before on our lines and, naturally, patronage is increasing. Ten planes are operated between Chicago, Detroit and Michigan points at convenient intervals throughout the day. All Transamerican ships arrive at and depart from the Chicago Municipal Airport. De Luxe Services to Detroit The Morning Lark departs daily at 9:00 A. M. The Detroitair departs daily at 4:30 P. M. • Phone State 7770 for complete air travel information and reservations. ^Iransamerican Airlines G>rp. ings that have already been erected. One and all, they told the same story: that the materials now avail able and the methods now in opera tion make possible economies and im provements heretofore unknown, and that architects with vision are inter ested primarily in the utility of their buildings and let the style take care of itself. In other words, the archi tect does not build a factory with glass walls because he thinks glass walls are beautiful, but because he wants to admit as much sunshine as possible and because steel construc tion, for the first time in history, makes glass walls feasible. When he builds a school he doesn't decide whether it should be Tudor or Gothic but first, what are the requirements according to the latest educational, social and health standards, and sec ond, what type of construction will best serve these ends. Is this so radical? It is the method employed by the Greeks when they built their temples, by the architects of the middle ages when they built their cathedrals. The plain surfaces of modern buildings are as structural as the columns of the Romans; the discarding of the cornice is as logical as the pointing of the Gothic arch. The flying buttress, which looks beau tiful and picturesque, was originally built no more with the idea of orna mentation than is the steel column of today. In their own media each of these members is as structural as the other; but until the world forgets how to build a steel skeleton, the but tress will be needed no more than the heavy masonry wall of the an cients or the roof poles of an Indian pueblo. Like the Classical and the Gothic architecture, what is known as Modern — call it Modernistic at your risk — is not a style but a method of construction. Presumably each is the best that its stage of civilization has evolved and is governed by the most practical use of available mate rials. Modern building becomes a style only when it degenerates into what you are privileged to call mod ernistic, in other words, an imitation of the honest, functional buildings whose forms have meaning rather than historical association. What makes a house Modern is not its angularity, its flat roof, or even the number of its bathrooms, but the skill with which modern materials are used, the ad vantage which has been taken of modern methods, and the success achieved in conforming to twentieth century ideas of health and conven ience. Does the house admit suffi cient sunlight; has it adequate venti lation, heating facilities, privacy? Is it a place where a family can live the busy, varied life of today? Is it built with a view to economy of space, of material, of labor? If so, it is a Modern house and probably a good house, even though it may look strange to eyes accustomed to pseudo Spanish, Italian and Renais sance. These are not the idle thoughts of a momentarily idle profession. All over the world, thinking builders have come to the conclusion that we can no longer afford to build in the old way. The price is too high, financially and sociologically speak ing. One striking feature of the Ar chitectural Exhibit was a contrast be tween a section of New York's slums and a section of its "super-slums" (the skyscraper homes of the Park Avenue neighborhood). The tene ments had insufficient light and air; so had Park Avenue; the tenements had no facilities for outdoor sports; neither had Park Avenue. And so on, item by item, to the inevitable conclusion that the typical apartments in such a city fall below the stand ards of decent living for prince as well as pauper. The Jack-and-the-beanstalk period of the 1920's was rapidly bringing Chicago also to a pass where even its most expensive apartments would become unfit for a normal, healthy life. That result was averted by the disaster of 1929. But in many densely populated sections the resi dents are crowded, not like sardines in a can — they, mercifully, are dead — but like chickens in a poultry car. The solution is block development instead of lot development, or bet ter still, sectional development, the best method so far developed of bringing the country to those who cannot leave the city. When Chi cago is rebuilt along these lines, it will be a far better place in which to live; but if you are thinking of moving, don't wait for these changes. They haven't come yet; so you had best buy your country estates while you can and enjoy the splendid iso lation that is now available. FLY ON THE GOVERNMENT MAIL LINES OVERLOOKING LAKE AND PARK, THE NEW DINING ROOM OF THE HOTEL SHORELAND AFFORDS HYDE PARK A SMART AND DEPENDABLE TABLE RENDEZVOUS. 44 The Chicagoan HELENA RUBINSTEIN S SUMMER KIT CARRIES A WEALTH OF PREP ARATIONS IN A COMPACT, WATERPROOF BAG OF MOIRE, SHOWN IN STUNNING COLORS AND TIGHTLY SHUT BY SLIDE FASTENER. BEAUTY A Department for Milady Only (Begin on page 41) foolishly get a bad burn or have any skin irritation or have been the darling of the mos quitoes, smoothe on Arden's Eight- Hour Cream for the quickest soothing and healing you ever saw. After complexion considerations comes the matter of hair, about which summer is awfuhy perverse. The hair you want fades while the hair you don't want flour ishes. But superfluous hair on legs and arms is a nuisance which can easily be banished. At the beginning of summer a thorough, wax treatment will leave you with a smooth and shining skin and pretty thoroughly discourage the reappearance of hair for weeks and weeks and weeks. Sev eral good salons give wax treatments or you can do it yourself if you fol low directions veree carefully. It is always a good idea to have at least the first one at a salon so that you can learn the expert and sting'ess way of applying and removing the wax. Primrose House has a neat little kit for home wax treatments in its Prim Set. Helene Rubinstein has just pro duced a wax set with the necessary preparations and a cunning baby dou ble boiler in which to melt the wax. There are any number of depila tories which are effective for varying lengths of time, depending partly upon the individual skin and partly upon the preparation. A very thor ough and convenient one is the new Odorono Liquid Depilatory which does the job swiftly and leaves a beautifully smooth skin with that pesky depilatory odor practically banished. i\S TO THE HAIR on our heads — exposure to summer elements wreaks as much havoc here as it does on skins. Whenever you get near civilization during the sum mer streak for the nearest salon, if your hair is dried out, and have an oil treatment. Even if you don't get near to a salon for the whole season you can have your oil treatment now and then, even in a cabin in the north woods. Take a bottle of the Ogilvie Reconditioning Oil along, heat a mite and rub it on the scalp with cotton, parting the hair into strands. After fifteen or twenty min utes wring a towel out in hot water, wrap it around the hair and steam for a few minutes. Do this again and then shampoo, dry, and see the new life and shine! No summer kit is complete without a jar of hair tonic to keep the scalp stimulated, the hair fed, and to give you that nice clean feeling in spite of sand, engine smoke, or dust. In stead of too frequent shampoos, which are terribly drying, and instead of fooling with hard waters and incon venient equipment in out of the way spots use the slick dry shampoo, Oyloff. In a few minutes this re moves grime and superfluous oil, leav ing your hair lustrous and clean with waves in place though you may have been on a train for days and days. What sunburn oil is to the skin Protecsun is to the hair. This is an Ogilvie product which should be sprayed generously on your hair be fore every prolonged bout with the sun. It fights off the drying rays beautifully and keeps the hair from streaking or fading into drab straw. While you are at the business of getting the hair on your legs waxed off to face a bathing suit gambol over to the chiropodist for a bit of foot attention too. There's nothing like perfect foot comfort in summer and there's nothing worse for summer faces than torture below in the shape of burning feet. The pet foot specialist of all the men about town has held forth at the Union League club for years. Now he di vides his time, giving the mornings to clients at the Rubinstein salon. He does much more than prettify your nails with buffing and polishing but handles any type of foot disorder, painlessly and skillfully. With any How little it costs to see amazing ALASKA AND how easy and comfortable the adven ture is! You sit back relaxed in a deck chair, take the health cure of that zippy ocean air and northern sunshine . . .cool . . . refreshed . . . with every worry forgotten. You're aboard a big "Princess" liner — one of a gay "adventure-minded" party and your llls^Mhf'AJ J smp *s a Sreat playground. You dance to in spired music, choose from many deck games, organize informal parties and the spirit of play is King. Before you passes the parade of colorful picturesque wilderness. Totem poles seem to line the course — one thousand miles up the smooth Inside Passage that twists and bends ever into new enchantment. Little villages perched up on cliffs have a fascinating "way -back -when" appearance. Live glaciers hold you spellbound. You call _ , , , See Banff and Lake Louise ENROUTE Totem poles, landmarks of the far-north country — weirdly intriguing! at six ports. At Skagway there's a 36-hour stay for exciting trips inland (stay over for the Klondike trip if you can). Sailings every Saturday — Also Wednes days, July 13, 20, 27 from Vancouver, Victoria or Seattle. Two thousand miles on the smooth Inside Passage. Abundant stop-over privileges allowed. Premium accommodations are greatly reduced for this season. Ask your travel agent for Alaska tour book let or inquire of : 90 up Meals (Except at Skagway) and Berth included From Vancouver, Victoria or Seat tle to Skagway and return. 9 days The most thrilling of all moun tains. Palatial Hotels. Always something different to see and do. Stop over if you can. THOS. J. WALL, General Agent 71 East Jackson Boulevard, Chicago Telephone Wabash 1904 Reduced Fares West. Ask About All-Expense Conducted Tours. GOING: Grand Canyon — California — Columbia Highway, or Yellowstone — Mount Rainier — Alaska, or Glacier National — Mount Rainier — Alaska. RETURNING: Victoria, Lake Louise, Banff (Alaska side trip). Also 6>6 Glorious Days in the Canadian Rockies, from Banff or Field, only $60. CANADIAN PACIFIC WORLD'S GREA TEST TRAVEL SYSTEM July, 1932 45 SPOON IS THE ENEMY OF THE HIGH-BALL No spoon is needed with self- stirring Billy Baxter — when you pour, it stirs — an exclusive fea ture, caused by the tremendous carbonation. Billy Baxter Club Soda, Ginger Ale, Sarsaparilla, Lime Soda, all made fine regardless of cost for fine people. Your dealer will supply you,- if not, write us. Send for booklets Helen D and Florence K — womanlike, they tell all. THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION Cheswick, Pa. and 3Q Other JiJon,- Alcoholic- OL/cUrdt COCKTAIL BEVERAGES MIX THIS DELIGHTFUL, DRINK "DERBY SOUR" 2 parts WaWs DERBY (Bourbon Flavor). 1 part strained lemon juice. 5,4 part Wahl's Fine GRENADINE. Add 1 teaspoon powdered sugar for oz. of Lemon Juice — shake with plenty of ioe and serve cold. At the better stores or Phone Dearborn 2006, 145 North Clark Street, Chicago. COLITHOUI FOR TICKETS unsightly and painful corns and cal louses removed, your nails slick and shining and feet scientifically mas' saged you can wiggle your toes on the sands as joyously and proudly as any child. Incidentally Dr. Desjardines sug gests a simple home treatment for swollen and burning feet which is a joy to all persistent walkers. Every evening for just a week or so place the feet in a pan of hot water for five minutes and then switch to one of cold water in which some ice has been melted. After five minutes of this dry them with a brisk rub and they will feel as free and happy as your hands. This treatment stimu lates the circulation, and sluggish cir culation is the cause of burning and swelling in summer. Skin, hair and feet — watch these essentials and it will be a carefree summer. Use make up lightly, keep the pores active with plenty of cleansing and tonics (if you keep a bottle of tonic in the refrig erator it's the swellest pick-me-up for muggy faces you ever saw). Pro tect the eyes from excessive glare and have at hand some of the soothing eye pads which the various good manufacturers offer. Pine bath salts are the most refreshing things in the world on hot summer days. A few drops of Dorothy Gray's or Matcha- belli's bath oil softens the bath water beautifully and takes the dry scratchy feeling out of your skin after a day's driving or sand lazing. There's nothing more refreshing or stimulat ing than a good scrub with Elisabeth Arden's Valve Bath Mitts, which leave the whole body glowing and the skin valvety smooth after a creamy almond lathering. A brisk rub with eau de cologne or Yardley's Laven der, a dusting with a deodorant bath powder such as Rubinstein's or Doro thy Gray's, and you can blithely say: "Here comes the sun — what of it?" THOSE SUMMER GUESTS Items for Busy Little Fingers (Begin on page 38) tic look but has modern and very dashing covers with the seat cushions and the legs so built that one isn't forever snagging stock ings. You should look at Von Lengerke and Antoine's collection of snowshoe furniture, too, built of reg ular weathered snowshoe frames with the seats and backs of the woven raw hide, very resilient and comfortable but strong as all get-out. These ap pear in garden chairs and benches and in low little chairs and rockers for the beach. Wind, rain and storms leave absolutely no impress whatever on them. iNEW wrinkles in beverage equipment pop up all the time. Very lovely for either the coun try or the city home is the beverage set of pitcher and ten-ounce glasses shown by Carson's. This is in Dun bar glass, exquisitely mirror-finished with an attractive teardrop decora tion. For knocking about outdoors, on the beach, and picnics there are all sorts of brilliant colors in Beetleware which cannot be smashed, but is at tractive and has none of the chemical odor or taste which so many com position dishes have. Field's, V. L. ii A., and other stores carry this in a great variety of dishes and glasses. There's a long-drink tumbler of Beetleware which holds twelve ounces, and other sizes from the cocktail to the regular tumbler, cups and plates and swell sandwich boxes which are perfect for camping and automobile trips. Incidentally the things are so light that no member of the party has to groan under the weight of the hamper, and they won't break even if you aren't a particularly good packer. Von Lengerke and Antoine have a new tray which will start cheers whenever it heaves into view. In light wood finished in the rich mahogany of old bars it is a miniature replica of a bar, back mirror, paneled front, brass rail and all. The top carries eight glasses nicely and its project ing edges give a firm grip so that it may be lightly moved hither and yon. To facilitate sum mer serving there's nothing like a good fruit juice squeezer and you can zip through dozens of oranges in no time at all with the Sunkist Junior, a baby of those efficient big things that hum away at soda fountains. The parts of this are so easily cleaned and it can be used for so many purposes that it really should be a permanent, all-year member of the household. There is also a new ice cube breaker which is an awfully conveni ent servant to have about. Simply drop your cubes into the top, turn the crank and collect a nice batch of ice crystals for frosty mint juleps or for banking about olives, celery, sea food and fruits in professional cold buffet manner. They can be poured into a thermos bottle or jug easily and give you an icy highball deep in the woods if you go camping. Both these pieces of equipment are inex pensive and shown in most house furnishing departments. Ihe basic activi ties of the summer party are, of course, all covered by golf courses, a good beach, and tennis courts but it's a good idea to have a few spur-of- the-moment games up your sleeve to turn to in the off periods when everyone feels like doing something mildly active or just plain silly. On any smooth surface, in the recreation room or on the garage driveway, you can mark off a Shuffleboard court which will always be ready for an entertaining game. Spalding gives you the directions for marking off and has the sets of cues and disks with which to play. The game is just as much fun here as it is on shipboard and makes a nice casual occupation to liven the lawn and terrace loungers. There's another variation of the popular bagatelle board at Spalding's too, with poker hands marked on the board, which is about as exciting a sitting-down game as you could find, either with or without betting. Into the game closet tuck a set of skittle dice, a baffle ball set, and a few ten cent boxes of anagram letters to sat- G°° a* v** and a Natural CHEF-D'OUVRE For Kitchen or Buffet 14 Flavors (?{on' Alcoholic) A Jar Makes a Gallon FREE RECIPE BOOK Gives Over 30 Directions For Mixing Cocktails Bitters, Syrups, Puddings, etc. (Send for one) W. R. HOSMER General Western Distributor 160 East Illinois St., Chicago Delaware 1880 MOUQUIN'S Tree-Ripened Fruit Juices Sweetened with cane sugar or unsweetened as desired. O _„_.„_. t «„ Simply dilute with range — JLemon four eaual mTts of SPARKLING — COOLING — DELICIOUS For free Recipe Book, address Mouquin, Inc.. 219 East Illinois Street, Chicago. Superior 2615. AT GOOD DEALERS EVERYWHERE ^$mm Adds sparkle to iced tea . . . distinc tion to ginger ale ! save y2. 50c bottle for 25c Address C-3, P. O. Box 44 BALTIMORE, MD. MIXES AFTER. GOLF agffiff& InM \0TT0 SCHMIDT PRODUCTS CO. 46 The Chicagoan isfy those vagrant childish moods which often turn a dull party into a howling success. Of course if you have a crowd of bridge fiends on your hands the thing is simple. You can make them completely dizzy with joy and probably settle a lot of arguments by having the important books and helps on contract about the place. Bridge Headquarters is sues a bewildering array of these things shown at Spalding's. Here too are the Culbertson books, bid ding rules, table covers with Culbert son and Official rules, etc. Among the recommended new helps are Foolproof Bridge, the Easibid Play ing Cards with the value of the cards marked on each one, Spald ing's Bridge Summaries, and inter esting Duplicate Bridge sets with six teen hands assembled in each set so that you can practice bids and play of the same hands turn and turn about to your heart's content. New ly recommended by Bridge Head quarters is the book Play of the Cards in Contract which, for a change, devotes itself to the actual playing more than to the bidding. The faithful swear by Work's Short Cut to Contract and the Culbertsoni- ans are making much of Ely's Auto matic Bridge Tutor. All these things may be just spinach to some but they will crown the bridge hostess with dazzling glory. And what a host of bridge hostesses there are. SKIPPING TOWN Here and There Near and Far (Begin on page 21) is a release for pent-up energy and city nerves. But then, maybe you like civilization in its more pleas ant aspects. There are some very pleasant ones manifested in the pri vate fishing and sports clubs of Mich igan, Wisconsin and Canada. Your summer is delightfully solved if you get yourself invited to one of the clubs in Wisconsin's Eagle River country or to the Seigniory Club at Lucerne-in-Quebec. (You know, of course, that the memberships you buy this year are going to be a darn good investment.) Originally planned with all the magnificence and fine appointments of a rich country club, the Lawsonia Country Club Hotel at Green Lake, Wisconsin, now caters to the public — a very choice public. You'll find one of the best crowds in Wisconsin up there. The estate, as you know, used to be the late Victor Lawson's and the beautiful hotel gives access to more than a thousand acres of pri vate grounds with every sport under the summer sun — sailing, swimming, idyllic bridle paths, tennis, and a humdinger of a golf course. Spread about the estate itself are a number of summer homes, some of which may be rented for the season. These are handsome houses ranging in size from six to sixteen rooms and completely furnished so that you can do an outdoor summer in the style to which you have been accustomed. Of course the whole Wisconsin and Michigan countryside is dotted with good resorts and country homes, ranging from the very swanky to the quiet and unpretentious. Charlevoix, Ludington, Holland, Sylvan Beach, Traverse Bay, Harbor Springs and Harbor Point are favorites . . . Bring me a few of those great black cherries will you . . . Be sure to drive the magnificent new Scenic Highway from Muskegon Heights to White Lake . . . Long Beach and Grand Beach, Michigan, are almost at our doors with a number of attractive summer homes, a good hotel, and a noted golf course. . . . Blaney Park in Michigan is developing into a very at tractive summer sports country with two good hotels . . . For a secluded and interesting vacation try Shawano near the Menominee Reservation and the lovely Dells of the Wolf in Wis consin . . . Nippersink Lodge, with its swell golf course, is only sixty-five miles away. Further afield, but a Mecca for a number of wise Chicagoans as well as easterners are the hauntingly lovely Maritimes of Canada. It's a wooded, rolling, lazy country, rich in history, game, fish, and beauty. And St. Andrews-by- the Sea is one of the smartest of sum mer colonies anywhere. The summer homes of Canadian nobility and American wealthy here are magnifi cent, with much of the social life centering about the equally beautiful Algonquin hotel. Flowers, flowers, flowers every where, gracious English teas, cham pionship golf courses flanking the broad sweep of the ocean, much rid ing, tennis, and then roaring with hunger one marches upon the Algon quin's famous cuisine. Honestly the trip is almost worth taking just to pant before the wonderful cold buffet of the Algonquin, with its table cloth of fresh ferns wreathed with flowers and an array of cold cuts, salads, glaces, and frozen delicacies which has them tearing their hair in Paris. Don't forget to hunt up Helen Mowat who has the most gorgeous tweeds you ever saw. She buys the wool from the farmers, washes and dyes it and returns it to the farmers' wives to be woven and Fulled, a process of their own which makes it unusually full and strong and resil ient. The hooked rugs and pottery shouldn't be missed either. New Brunswick history goes way back to 1534, and probably farther. You"l enjoy roaming about the coun tryside even more if you read up on Champlain and Carrier, Charles de la Tour and the Acadians. Take the train to St. John's and see the famous tidal bore coming up the Bay of Fundy like a wall, and the reversing falls. JTlERE YOU TAKE the luxurious new steamer. Princess Helene, to Digby, Nova Scotia, just across the bay, landing in the heart of Acadia. There are several fine hotels in Nova Scotia, operated by Canadian Pacific. The Pines, high on a slope over Digby and the Lakeside Inn at Yarmouth give plenty of opportunity ELECTRIC FANS The CHEAPEST LUXURY in tne world a cool breeze in not weatner — tor a Quarter of a cent an nour. 'Phone Randolph 1200, Local 1223, for a good fan (not a toy) for as low as $1.50. COMMONWEALTH EDISON ELECTRIC SHOPS 72 "West Adams Street and Branches Going Places? Then you'll surely want to visit CONDOS . . . whether for fingerwave, haircut, permanent wave, or any other type of beauty service. Discriminating women prefer CONDOS TWO CONVENIENT LOCATIONS 55 E. WASHINGTON Franklin 9801 121 5 E. 63rd STREET July, 1932 *'! itf. 0 (j}S| 02, ItCCigO S K V LetVest • 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, C.CALDWELL Personally Directing THE/JLACKWOOD 5200 BLACKSTONE AVENUE Telephone Dorchester 3310 Potatoes are cheaper Tomatoes are cheaper So now is the time To go to the SWEDISH-ROCOCO-HOUSE Luncheon 50c to 75c Dinner $1.00, $1.25 and $1.50 161 E. Ohio St., Chicago and eat Smorgasbord and all the rest of the famous Swedish foods DELAWARE 3688 Luncheon 11:30 a. m. 2:30 p. m. Dinner 5:30 9 p. ' Enduring Direct A fastidious approach and an intimate address to the smart Chicago market are obtainable exclusively in the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. for sports of all kinds. But don't get too buried in sports and neglect to browse here — it's such unspoiled country, with history dripping on every hand. Old decaying forts, old cannon, old barracks, old trees beside the roads, shadowing old homes, roads along the shore where drums rolled and soldiers tramped now pointing peacefully out in the Bay, clusters of birch in the parks over the Bay, the memorial church at Grand Pre and Evangeline's statue under the old willows, great black cherries and the spicy-sweet smell of apples every where. Some nights you will put up at a farmhouse and eat an old-fashioned dinner prepared at an open-air oven of brick and stone, watch a grand mother weaving rugs or homespuns and see her treasures of antique fur niture and pottery. And Grandpa will tell you what he thinks of Al Capone but since he does it in his own inimitable patois you'll be re minded again that, thank God, you're far from all that. Items In tourist an nounces one exciting project after the other. To follow the July trip through Turkestan another will start from Leningrad on September 5th, eastward from Moscow, across the Urals and southwest back to the Cas pian Sea, ending at Kiev . . . On August 1st the Soviet Ice-Breaker Malygin sails from Archangel for the frozen north, accompanied by a cabin plane which will fly passengers almost within yoo-hooing distance of the North Pole. You do icefields and polar bears and polar flights in cruise comfort too, as the Malygin is a'l heated and stateroomed for luxury- loving capitalists . . . Two hours from Leningrad is the great estate of a for mer Russian count which was a pop ular hunting ground of the nobility. The rich game preserve now offers hunting privileges to tourists, with guides, rifles and ammunition pro vided by Intourist and all within a short motor ride of the city ... If you missed the Reliance cruise to the North Cape and Russia which set off on the second of this month there are several later cruises on Hamburg- American liners from their European ports so that you may include a short dash to the North Capes in your trip abroad . . . The popular Cunard week-end cruises season has started and the tAauretania and Aquitania are off on their gay sprints to Ber muda and Halifax . . . Did you know that you can buy your airplane tickets and get your plane information sim- p'y by calling Western Union or Postal Telegraph and having them delivered?. . . While you're in Europe you can take an enchanting short cruise of two weeks to the Balearic Islands, Spain and Gibraltar on Red Star or White Star Steamers from Southampton and then impress peo ple with "On my Mediterranean cruise" . . . The new S. S. Lurline of the Matson Line will sail from New York in January on her maiden cruise of the South Seas and the Orient — Japan, China, Siam. Java. Australia, Samoa, Pago Pago, Hawaii . . . the Grace Line is completing four new and beautiful ships, the Santa Rosa to make her maiden voy age in fall. This is going to be a beautiful way to get to California this winter, with a stop at Cuba, and through the Panama Canal touching at interesting Central America and Mexican ports on the way up to Los Angeles and San Francisco . . . More of these later. SHOPS ABOUT TOWN Accessories and Gadgets (Begin on page 39) flat loops at one side. On a dark blue jersey dress which has a round neck and yoke of three white bands, cut apart to give a cool soft effect, Miss Tancill places a short blue cape with one end hitched up to the left shoulder like a very swagger military scarf. Really un usual things with a great flair for style and exquisite workmanship. Even if you just sit on the sidelines you can be quite authentic about this sports business now that the Olympics Committee has passed on the official designs and colors to be worn by the contestants in California. One shop in each city has been appointed headquarters for Olympics styles and Marshall Field here is showing a group of clothes and accessories in the official colors and designs. They are awfully good- looking and it really ought to help your game to play in dresses, swim in suits, and face the sun's glare un der shields which have been espe cially designed for expert competi tion. On the other hand, if you want to be the sort of spectator who won't look like anyone else at all you might pick up a few accessories at the Austrian Werkbund in Diana Court. They have a stunning large scarf in a bold black and white geometric design and others in magnificent splashy colors. There are some new three strand necklaces and bracelets of tiny tiny beads woven into thick chains, some in a brilliant unusual red and some in a clear blue which would be lovely with summer dresses. All their things, of course, are individually designed and you won't see their like on another soul. Edith Weiner, in the same building, does exquisite things in the way of handmade lingerie at much less than handmade prices and they wear and wear. If you're a hound for dainty tailored things or love your laces you'll enjoy her shop. She has a charming sum mer negligee in cool dull silk with a wide shirred flounce of net and tiny net sleeves which ought to make any one feel as crisp and cool as water cress. Incidentally, her 48-gauge stockings are very clear and wear splendidly; and-only seventy-five cents. On the mezzanine of Diana Court another exclusive shop is playing about with unusual little things in fur. Baron's is a distinguished old name in the fur field and Mr. Baron is fashioning some of the slickest little The Chicagoan capes and jackets you ever saw for summer evenings. A brief cocktail jacket of svelte American broadtail has short sleeves and is worn over the dress like a short bolero, while an other little cape is of moleskin. These are perfect over dinner dresses and evening things but just as stunning with daytime dresses, giving one such a gay, militant, slim-hipped feeling. Out of lapin or summer ermine you might have Baron do a Lady Hamilton fichu, such as the one he is showing, for glamorous summer evenings. The cost is trifl ing too or, if you have an old coat or jacket about, this is just the thing to do with it. PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE Notes on a Lively Chicago Summer (Begin on page 31) of the Demo cratic Convention and the Arlington races, so that they were kept on the hop, skip and jump every waking minute, attending the political ses sions, lunching at the Post and Pad dock club, and meeting and greeting their many Chicago friends. The Fields are spending this season at Newport, and will probably be Mrs. Frederic McLaughlin's hosts — for part of the time, at least — when she goes to that fashionable eastern resort the middle of this month. Mrs. McLaughlin is planning a series of visits along the Atlantic seaboard while she's in that section of the country, but the main purpose of her trip is altrustic rather than merely sociable. She has consented to appear as her self, Irene Castle, in the tableaux vi' vants that will be part of the enter tainment to be put on in Newport for the benefit of the Newport Ani mal League, an annual undertaking that is said to be not only extremely well done but also highly profitable. I believe this is the first time since her retirement from the footlights to a life of domesticity that Mrs. Mc Laughlin has agreed to make a stage appearance, and she is doing it only because the cause is so close to her heart. The former Irene Castle is prob ably as well known today for her devotion to dumb animals and her generous interest in their welfare, as for her dancing, her charm, her good looks and her ability to wear lovely clothes. Some years ago she founded the Orphans of the Storm, that up to date and very well run shelter for homeless dogs out on the Deerfield road, west of Highland Park. Since then, she and Miss Mildred FitzHugh, daughter of the Carter FitzHughs of Lake Forest, have kept it going and established it as one of the model in stitutions of its kind in the country, a humane and kindly institution known to dog lovers from one coast to the other. In the tableaux, Mrs. McLaughlin will wear one of the dresses that she made famous in her dancing days (she is one of those fortunate women who make fashions rather than let them make her), a narrow-waisted chiffon frock, with a full swirling skirt and wide flowing sleeves banded in fur. As far as I am concerned, and notwithstanding all the lovely modern feminine things, I think there's never been a prettier style for a slender, youthful figure. Speaking of feminine apparel, what a wise and clever economy the use of cotton materials for smart little day time dresses is proving this summer! Unbleached muslins, seersuckers, cot ton crepes, broadcloths, poplins, piques and ginghams are to be seen on every golf course and tennis court, nattily made up into cool and com fortable frocks that can be easily tubbed and always look fresh. I wonder the beaux of the town don't go and do likewise in the matter of their everyday suits — seersucker has long been a popular fabric for men's suits in cities like St. Louis, Memphis and other centers of industry where the thermometer from June to Sep tember races sky high. It would be a sensible and practicable style for some brave man to launch in this part of the world. POST-CHANGE Drawing a Not Unpointed Parallel (Begin on page 17) enough, one would have thought, to start a series of chain stores on the archipelago. But at that time I did not realize that I was destined to be the only one on that isolated group of islands with stores of tinned butter, flour, sugar, and other odds and ends that mean more than we realize when we are deprived of them. The tinned cakes and jams bought for a rainy day, went first to Jackie, the governor's little boy. Jackie, like any healthy white boy, loved sweets, and he had seen very few of them during his father's isolated office as administrateur of the Gambier. Then I shared the last of my cigarettes with Tom, the lone white beach comber. I thought my supply would last for six months, but the nativec made such inroads on them that they were gone in a third of that time. I shall never forget the sensation of cutting that last cigarette in half. Later, Tom and I hunted for stubs. However, as the last can of toma toes disappeared, the last strip of bacon, and the other things with which I had supplemented my diet of native food, I found myself adjusting unconsciously to breadfruit, manito and fish quite easily. 1 HE French gover nor and his wife, exiles from their own kind, with the exception of the aged priest, and the sight of an occasional compatriot glimpsed on passing boats, went through precisely the same" experience as that of my own. Mme. D. gave luncheons, to which the priest and I, the only available guests on the archipelago, were S H A L 1 MAP POWDER li/ GUEU41N From his shop, 68 CHAMPS ELYSEES, Guerlain— perfumer to the elegantes of Paris — sends his Shalimar Powder . . . so suave . . . so gentle . . . a blended miracle! He has dedicated it to the elegance of woman, to the charm of her cheek . . . and scented it with his Shalimar, the reigning perfume of the world. Guerlain, 68 Ave. des Champs Elysees, Paris . 578 Madison Ave., N. Y. C. 1 ' \ZS^o Products BHffi «*12Mfei-I^IM-ltc^lZRVi!!42llj July, 1932 enjoy your SUMMER IN SAN DIEGO where it's cool and comfortable ! Wave-washed beaches invite you . . . mountain retreats beckon . . . summer sports are at their peak. Choose the PARK MANOR as an ideal home for your San Diego visit. Perfectly ap pointed apartments, a de lightful cuisine . . . location close to everything and op posite 1,400 acre Balboa Park. Low summer rates in keeping with the times. Olympic Game Visitors See the world's greatest sports spectacle, the 10th Olympiad, July 30th to August 14th at Los Angeles. Make your headquar ters at the PARK MANOR in San Diego, an hour from the Olympiad by plane, or a pleas ant 4 hour ride along Cali fornia's Riviera by motor or train. Write for Illustrated Folder and Olympic game data PARK MANOR HOTEL APARTMENTS 5th & SPRUCE SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA **£T2fc Unique Russian Restaurant MAISONETTE RUSSE Luncheon $.75 Summer Dinner $1.00 Dine among the flowers on summer terrace and garden, with the cool lake breezes. Tamburitza Entertainers During Luncheon and Dinner Diversey and Sheridan Lakcview 10554 asked, week after week. She tried in every way to keep up the little cour tesies and amenities of the gracious world there on that far away and half forgotten island once known as the most sinister of the Cannibal group. Gradually the governor's supplies disappeared. First I noticed the absence of the little tins of pates de fois gras, which with bread and but ter served as simplified hors d'oeuvres, so dear to the heart of every exiled Frenchman. Then the last bottle of Dubonnet was emptied. Finally, at the third luncheon the tinned butter from New Zealand no longer ap peared on the table. Lastly, the sugar and flour disappeared. For tunately I was able to share from my own dwindling stores, butter and sugar, with the governor, as long as these lasted. Finally, I remember that day when we assembled at the residence, and after the priest had asked the bless ing, Mme. D., turning to me, said: "M'sieur Eskridge, we are genuine Mangarevans today — everything we are having for luncheon was grown on the island." And it was served as beautifully by native girls, whom Madame had trained, as though she were presiding at her own home in Bordeaux. The governor made a wry face as he picked up a carafe of water, then grinned as he said: "White wine of the country, gentlemen," and then poured the water into our glasses with the gesture of one handling a rare Sauterne. I shall never forget the excitement in the village of Rikitea on the morn ing that the lookout yelled down from the Mountain, "A sail, a sail!" The cry was taken up by the children, then the older natives, and finally the dogs yelped too in sympathy. We all ran down to the beach hysterical with excitement, pounding each other on the back and hazarding guesses on just how much tobacco there might be on board. And I'll never forget how that first cigarette tasted after a fast of three months. In a way we are going through relatively the same experience. Things never mean so much until we are deprived of them. There are a number of things we can still get along without. Nothing is so dead as the day before yesterday. And among those unnecessary lux uries are reminders of the dilettan- teism of yesterday. A little out of date those cartoons depicting the helpless gestures of opulent dowagers, pictures of pie- eyed and otherwise plastered blondes being carried out of a party, bill board posters showing a mustached sugar daddy trying out his preferred's new car. Old sugar daddies don't give their sweeties cars any more. It would be a dead give away to the bill collector and the income tax collector, even if the S. D.'s could afford them. Post-depression has to be met either with cynical bitterness, syn thetic make-believe happiness, or just plain good humor; it's up to the in dividual to use the means that best appeals to his own individual tem perament. And if I were not afraid of dodging bricks, I might hazard the opinion that the worst of this business called Depression is over, but then we artists are known to be a little balmy, so I may escape where a bet ter man would be jailed as a public nuisance. Wax -Works THE Victor Company has made a long-playing and an old-fashioned recording of Arnold Schonberg's Gurre-Lieder from actual perform ance in Philadelphia. The result is something that will astonish the mu sician more than the recordophile. This massive work, written at the be ginning of the century by a gentle man who has long since abandoned its Wagnerian style, can be consid ered as the last tremendous spree of the romantic movement in music. Its tonal painting is lushly beautiful, its ideas piquant and original, its orches tration as expert and intriguing as any product of. the decadent Strauss. Furthermore in it can be found the germs of the contemporary Schonberg, the icy contrapuntalist who has de serted diatonic harmony to explore the musical poles. The huge cantata, scored for large orchestra, five solo ists and three male choruses, makes monkeys of some of our little mod ernists who believe that they can be Schonbergs without the experience and knowledge of musical history or the talent to plan large and original projects. The Schonberg of the Gurre-Lieder wrote music in 1900 that Wagner and Strauss would have been proud to own. His themes are moving to the ear trained to conven tional harmony. The kinship of this great canvas to Tristan and Isolde has been remarked before. But the songs of Gurre go further and do better in their apostrophe to passion ate love. There is more variety, more dignity in the music of the Viennese, and even more imagination. A performance of Schonberg's can tata is excuse for musical pilgrimage in Europe and many thousands have heard it. As far as we know Sto- kowski is the first to present it un cut in this country. Its recording, therefore is a matter of vital impor tance to any lover of music who has not had the opportunity to make it part of his concert-going experience. Like the Well-Tempered Clavichord, the Chopin Etudes, the late quartets of Beethoven, it is a great musical landmark. The orchestra in the case is, of course, the Philadelphia. Jeanette Vreeland, Paul Althouse, and a mag nificent new contralto named Rose Brampton handle most of the solo passages. The regular pressing is in twenty-eight faces complete with album and German-English text. Ihe Victor red seal feature for the month is a set of four recordings marking some of the best moments in Strauss's Der Rosen- \avalier. Excerpts included are Och's waltz, the breakfast scene, and the final trio and duet in the third act. The Vienna Philharmonic under Karl Alwin is responsible. Alwin seems to be a routine conductor with a pas sion for strict beat, so the music misses much of the necessary naughty rubato. But it's a worthwhile press ing, especially if you want to have some of those grand tunes at hand. 1 HE Columbia stu dio has issued its Masterworks Set No. 104, the Dvorak Concerto in B minor for violincello and orches tra. The ingratiating solo part is as signed to Emanuel Feuermann, a stranger to this country, and the or chestra is from the Berlin State Opera under the direction of Michael Taube. — R. P. Chicago, Illinois June 28, 1932 Dear Jane: Have had such a lovely time this month. Parties and more parties and, of course, that ineant some new clothes. Hought an adorable shell pink chiffon dress for $39.50. Saw it in the window of the Estelle Lawrence Shop on Delaware Place, went in, tried it on, and it was just what I wanted. It's form-fitting' and sophisticated but a petal-like sleeve finish makes it wispy and feminine. It's just a love and I feel like a million in it. The flesh and silver sandals from last season have been re- finished and look like new. I never knew that such a thing could be done successfully, but Mary suggested that I try Zoes in the Venetian Building" on Washington Street and they did a marvelous job for consider ably less than I expected to spend. And while I'm hinting at en forced economies, I've decided to have my fur coat remodeled and repaired now. That elimi nates the storage expense and is more reasonable in July and August than later in the season. Mr. Baron the furrier, has opened a new shop in the Diana Court Building and I have spoken to him about it. You know he made that lovely seal coat for mother several years ago. While I was in Diana Court (you know the building at Ohio and Michigan) I had luncheon at the Vassar House Restau rant. They have a constructive plan for assisting' scholarship students. "While enjoying every mouthful of food served, 1 had that glorious feeling of helping by my patronage. What more can 1 want for ray money? Another Vassar House enter tainment is the character read ing of Madame Zalaya. She is a fascinating person of real ability, an authority on voca tional guidance, comes of an illustrious old Spanish family and has that subtle something that people of good background radiate. In spite of all the conversa- | tion of parties and food I've lost pounds and pounds. I'll let you in on the secret. Edyth Diediich of the Janus Reducing Method (she is in a lofty suite at 8 South Michigan Avenue) has worked out an individual reduct on system for me. No dieting, only three treatments a week, and 1 feel so exhila- | rated and new that I'm almost bouncing with joy. And, I have acquired a, nice even bronze sunburn. Yes, I'm rather pleased with myself and so glad that I accepted Mary's invitation to spend June in Chicago. Do you recall our visit to the loom house of the Churchill Weavers at Berea. Kentucky? They now have a display room in the Palmer House Arcade. I bought an exquisite piece for your new home, dear, a soft cuddly heavenly-colored studio couch cover — you'll adore it. I must rush now and hurry to the Colonial Tea Room at On tario and Rush Streets. Mrs. Reisinger, a woman who has spent years in the study of dietetics, operates the restau rant. Her theory is that people are often miserable on hot days because they do not eat enough food. 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