««e CWCAGOAN September, 1932 Price 35 Cents (^ostume lersonality jf LESCHIN 318 SOUTH MICHIGAN . . . aptly defines the refreshing individuality Leschin's apparel creates this fall. For honors appear the box« coat suit, the perky old fashioned sleeves, higher necks, longer skirts, buttons and more but= tons and the matching complementary access sories planned for every ensemble. Leschin's fall selections are now assembled for your early approval. EEN at the Salon of Miller Soeurs . . . Place Verdome. This is just one of the new dresses from the Paris Openings brought to America by our Custom Apparel Salon . . . and copied in the manner that distinguishes every gown created in our famous dress making rooms . . . new Fall imports now in the Custom Apparel "28", Fifth Floor. MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY September, 1932 STAGE (Curtains, 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., Matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless otherwise indicated.) zJxCusical THE PASSIHG SHOW— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Revue of the better sort. Florence Moore, an old favorite here, and Armida, of cinema fame, head the cast. 'Drama CYNARA — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. A good, intelligent play (with one unfortunate scene) about a nice, decent sort of barrister who is made to look like a cad and a bounder by one affaire which he didn't want in the first place. Philip Merivale, Sir Guy Standing, Fhoebe Foster and Nancy Sheri dan head an able cast. ANOTHER LANGUAGE — Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Family life among what used to be called the Babbits; full of truths, realism, and very good entertain ment. WHISTLING IN THE DARK— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Ernest Truex as a gnome- of-an-author of mystery murder stories who falls into the hands of gangsters and is forced to work up a detective-proof murder plot. Light, exciting and a lot of fun. Auspices of the American Theatre Society. THE WORLD B E T W E E N— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Cen tral 3404. De Wolf Hooper in Fritz Blocki's fantasy (an amateur and local success last season) about aviators and shades on an island in the Saragossa. ART ART INSTITUTE — Michigan at Adams. Several one-man shows; Fourth International Photo Salon; exhibition of modern paintings and water colors by Mrs. L. L. Coburn. ACKERMAN'S — 408 S. Michigan. Paintings, water colors, old prints, sporting prints, etchings, drawings and antiques. AHDERSOH'S — 536 S. Michigan. Miscellaneous show of eighteenth century English portraits; land scapes by American and foreign A. STARR BEST, INC.— Randolph and Wabash. Antiques, china, prints, silhouettes and other works of art in the Collector's Corner. R. BENSABBOT, INC — 614 S. Michigan. Early Japanese and Chi nese curios and art objects of all kinds. M. O'BRIEN & SON— 673 N. Michigan. Sketches in water color of polo and the hunt, by Paul Brown; also some of his lithographs and etchings of races and hunts. INCREASE ROBINSON — Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Water colors and prints by Chicago artists. c 0 N T E N T S 1 THE DEBUTANTE, by Burnham C. Curtis 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 HIS HONOR THE MAYOR, by Sandor 7 EDITORIAL COMMENT 11 CHICAGO ANA, by Donald C. Plant 14 THE ART FAIR, by Sandor 15 THE BATTLE OF THE BOTTLE, by Richard Atwater 16 POLO WATER COLORS, by Paul Brown 17 TAKING A POKE AT HOOVER, by Milton S. Mayer 19 ONE THOUSAND LAKE SHORE DRIVE, by A. George Miller 20 LAKEFRONT CLOSE-UP 21 PLAY'S THE THING, by Ruth G. Bergman 22 THE OLD MAN GOES HOLLYWOOD, by Howard G. Mayer 23 MRS. STANLEY HACK, by George Dunscomb 25 NOT A COUGH IN A CAMEL, by Robert Pollafc 26 PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, by Caroline S. Krum 27 THE GATEWAY TO THE WEST 28-31 A FOLIO OF DEBUTANTES, by Paul Stone 32 AMONG THE SMART GIFTS 34 FAR PLACES AND FAIR 35 EIGHTY PORTS AROUND THE WORLD, by Lucia Lewis 36 NANCY SHERIDAN, by Paul Stone 37 THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden 38 LIGHT AND SHADOW, by A. George Miller 39 URBAN PHENOMENA, by Virginia Skinkle 40 SHOPS ABOUT TOWN, by The Chicagoenne 43 THE HOSTESS, by The Hostess 44 BEAUTY, by Marcia Vaughn THE CHICACOAN— William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager— is published monthly by The Chicagcan Publishing Company, Martin Quigley, President, 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, 111. Harrison 0035. M. C. Kite, Aduertis.ng Manager. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coas: Office, Simpson-Reilly, Bendix Building, Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Francisco. Subscr ption, $3.00 annually; single copy 35c. Vol. XIII, No. 2. September, 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. ALBERT ROULLIER — 414 S. Michigan. Lithographs by Marie Laurencin. TATMAN, INC.— 625 N. Michigan. English china; modern and antique crystal service; lamps and furniture. GARRITT VANDERHOOGT— 410 S. Michigan. Prints by contempo rary artists. YAMANAKA & CO. — 846 N. Michigan. Chinese and Japanese art objects; oriental painting of all kinds. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later L'AICLOH — 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. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Mich igan. Delaware 1187. A very knowing place; for one thing, there's the cuisine, and for another, if that be necessary, the atmos phere. TA SALAAM — 825 Rush. Pedro formerly of the Club Stamboul and Petrushka, has here a typical Turk ish restaurant with the ever tempt ing Turkish cuisine. 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. MT. ARARAT— 117 E. Chestnut. Delaware 3300. Armenian cuisine; something different that ought to be tried. Host M. Jacques (who has exhibited at the Art Institute) has done the interior himself. VASSAR HOUSE — 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. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish menu and unstinted hors d'oeuvres and an amazingly variety of dishes. Works of Scandinavian craftsmen are also on view. 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. CHARM H OU S E— 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. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan Whitehall 7600. Catering to the feminine taste, but there's a grill for men in the rear. Well patron ized by nice people. And right at the Bridge. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Summer terrace and garden. Rus sian European cuisine. Tambu- ritza entertainers during luncheon and dinner hour. 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. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. Diver- sey 2322. The home of the straw berry waffle. And here, too, the late-at-nighters find just the right club sandwich or huge steak. HENRICI'S — 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. The Town's old est restaurant. It's really an insti tution. And you'll never had such coffee and pastries. 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. MRS. SHINTANI'S — 3725 Lake Park. Oakland 2775. Here you can be served a complete Jaoane.«e meal, including suki-yaki, and it's all prepared on the table while you're enjoying the soup. Better call first. JACQUES — 180 E. Delaware. Dela ware 0904. Famous for French cuisine and alert service and ¦well known to discriminating Chicago- ans . ARCADE TEA ROOM— 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. In the arcade of the Arcade Building. Breakfast, luncheon, tea, dinner. And there's a grill. 4 The Chicagoak THE STOCKING CAP! • Time was when the stocking cap was merely a covering for a poor man's head . . . but now look at it! By a stroke of genius it has attained glory. Like the peasant coiffe, the student beret, the judges cap, it possesses that cocky sim plicity which has become the essence of all that is sophis ticated. Notice the way the knitted woolen fabric grips the head, fore and aft, before it rises to those delightful kitten's ears across the top. Just the way your new frocks grip your ribs before they broaden out at your shoulders! Mandel's Hat Shop has it in black or brown. $17.50. FIFTH FLOOR-STATE MANDEL BROTHERS a store of youth a store of fashion a store of moderate price* ^Copyrighted ANOTHER SANDOR ESCUTCHEON THIS FOR HIS HONOR, THE MAYOR FRASCATI'S — 619 N. Wabash. Delaware 0714. Italian and Amer ican dishes and unusual service and courtesy. WON KOW — 223 5 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. ALLEGRETTI'S — 228 S. Michigan, HE. Adams. Convenient eating places where excellent foods may be had, especially for luncheon or tea. HARDING'S COLONIAL 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. FRED HARVEY'S— Union Station. The usual wonderful foods and the regular Harvey service. MAISON CHAPELL — 1142 S. Michigan. Webster 4240. Where those who are connoisseurs of ex cellent French cuisine assemble for the pleasure of an evening. HURLER'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. BRADSHAWS— 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— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. A luncheon and dinner place well at tended by good people and some thing of a show place. It, too, is perhaps more feminine than mascu line. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. An astonishing selection of deli cacies from the deep; wonderfully prepared. GOLDSTEIN'S — 821 West 14th St. Roosevelt 2085. In Death Valley to be sure, but you ought to taste the steaks prepared in the native Roumanian style and the other Roumanian dishes. <^hCorning — Noon — Nigh t 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 50c; after dinner guests, $1.00. Saturdays, cover charge 75c; after dinner guests, $1.25. Dancing till midnight on week nights, except Friday till 12:30 and Saturdays till 1:00. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Mich igan. Wabash 4400. Harry Kelly and his band play in the main dining room. Dinner, $1.50. No cover charge. HOTEL LA SALLE — La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Husk O'Hare, the "Genial Gentleman of the Air" and his boys are back in the Blue Fountain Room for their usual, long and always pleasant, Fall and Winter engagement. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Al ways one of the bpst of the Town's dining places. There are several dining rooms. HOTEL SHERMAN — Clark at Ran dolph. Franklin 2100. At College Inn : Grand music and good fun. Bobby Meeker and his orchestra are summering here. NEW BISMARCK HOTEL — 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Ivan EppinofF and his orchestra play for dinner and supper dancing from 7:00 p. m. to 1:00 a. m.; later on Saturday. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The traditionaly fine Blackstone food and service. Margraff directs the String Quintette. Otto Staach is maitre. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Clyde McCoy 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 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. 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. 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 psoecially. 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. I uncheon, $1.00. Dinner, $2.00. Theodore is maitre. 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 bow meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner. $1.50. 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. 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 BELMONT — Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2100. Superb cuisine and quite perfect continental service in a cooled (70°) dining room. Blue Plate dinner, $1.00. Other dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. PALMER HOUSE— State at Mon roe. Randolph 7500. In the Vic torian Room, dinner, $1.50. In the Chicago Room, $1.00. In the Empire Room, $2.00. 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. PEARSOH 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. BOOKS THE ROAD OF DESPERATION: Mary Hastings Bradley as novelist collaborates with herself as African explorer. In other -words, when a millionaire tangles his will and his daughter as Alexander Harken did, you may expect anything down to and including an elephant hunt staged by rival heirs. YOUNG LONIGAN: A BOY HOOD IN CHICAGO STREETS, by James Farrell — It would be pleasant to recommend this circum stantial yet fundamentally poetic record of the summer before high school as a classic of boyhood. This is impossible, however, since the book is purchasable only by so ciologists and medical men, owing to what it does not leave out. PEOPLE OF THE SERPENT, by Edward H. Thompson — The ad venture side of his forty years of archaeology and general neighbor- liness among the Mayas of Yuca tan, as told by the man who is primarily known for having brought up the treasures that lav at the bottom of the Sacred Well of C->ichen Itza. BETWEEN WHITE AND RED, by Erich Dwinger — A German pris oner of war who volunteered with Koltchak writes a Russian "All Quiet" which is both document and work of art, the broadest canvas in the whole gallery of war fiction. HOT WATER, by P. G. Wodehouse — Though the action takes place on the Riviera, this really rates as a local book, since one of the prin cipal characters is a Chicago safe- blower. Furthermore, if it weren't funny it would be extremely seri ous, what with a prohibition sen ator writing letters to his bootleg ger, and a multimillionaire wife attempting to get her husband ap pointed ambassador to France on the strength of them. DEATH IN A DOMINO, by Roland Pertwee — The game of murder, played at a London house party, again ends fatally. Fine points : one: each individual guest has his own individual grievance against the host, and two: the head of Scotland Yard is one of the guests. THE FAMILY CIRCLE — Andre Maurois writes a novel on a typ ically French theme, namely, what will a daughter whose childhood has been ruined by her mother's conduct do when she herself gets married, but in the English man ner, namely by giving a series of backgrounds which are real glimpses of French life from the turn of the century down to the 1931 election as envisaged by bank ing circles. LADY CAROLINE LAMB, by Eliza beth Jenkins — The first full length biography of a lady whom no Byron biography has ever failed to include. SAPPHO OF LESBOS— That Ar thur Weigall should translate all Sappho's known works from the one word fragments to the most recently discovered papyri, air all scandals from Atthis to Phaon, and even adumbrate Mediterranean his tory, is explained by the fact that it is no snap to write a whole book about someone of whom practically nothing is known. And forgiven because it all makes such live, even slightly perilous, reading. THE SHELTERED LIFE, by Ellen Glasgow — Matters of psychiatric import gracefully discussed as they progress southerly, but nonetheless logically, to a startling finish. A GOOD MAN'S LOVE, by E. M. Delafield — A picturesque and iron ical saga of the Victorian era in London, setting forth the terrible fate of a highly proper debutante who thoughtlessly consents to sit out a dance on a roof. PEKIHG PICNIC, by Ann Bridge — . This year's winner of the Atlantic Monthly $10,000 prize is, geo graphically, a tale of China, but with the feelings and values kept occidental. That is, though the cen tral situation concerns sophisticated English, French, and Americans running into bandits when they start out from the British legation on a picnic, the picnic nonethe less proves that it can make quite a little trouble for itself without the help of Chinese bandits. NYMPH ERRANT by James La- ver — An English girl leaves her Lausanne finishing school to go home to an elderly aunt in North Oxford, but loses her ticket, meets a French theatrical producer and presently finds herself at Deau- ville. From this somewhat steep beginning the curve of errancy steadily steepens. BEVERIDGE AND THE PRO GRESSIVE ERA — Claude G. Bowers, albeit differing from him politically, was for many years a close friend of the late Senator Beveridge, and this book is at once a life of the Progressive statesman and a history of the era which he helped to mould. Mr. Bowers de rives his facts from a painstaking study of newspapers imci of the literally thousands of letters left by Beveridge, but presents them with sparkle and a sense of drama. 6 The Chicagoak AUGUST 1. — The equine thoroughbreds have moved from Arling ton to Hawthorne and horse racing from the society pages to the sports sections. It is a little odd that the oldest track in the com munity is regarded by society as the least fashionable, while the youngest enjoys a virtual monopoly on the smart interest during its season. If the horses did not run truer to form than their masters do in this particular, the plain citizen who sheds his coat and bets his head off at Hawthorne would be in for a very bad time of it. For tunately, a well bred horse doesn't care whose two-dollar bill rides on its nose. Casey on the Bench A UGUST 2. — Mr. Rogers Hornsby, who second-guessed Mr. Joe McCarthy out of a good job with the Cubs into a better one with the Yankees, has departed the team a sadder but probably not wiser manager. Mr. Hornsby doesn't learn. The bleachers told him but he didn't believe. Mr. Hornsby believes only Mr. Hornsby, who cannot be mistaken because he is Mr. Hornsby and has a couple of medals to prove it. History is strewn with Hornsby's, but sport has been singularly free of them. There was no grief in Mudville when the mighty Hornsby struck out. Lo, the Vice-President AUGUST 3. — The boys and girls of the tenth Olympiad have made a very creditable beginning. Olympic and world records are going by the board and the end is yet far off. The species seems to be getting a little better. The machine age seems to have been over rated as a destroyer of the individualism and the depression as a deterrent of ambition. Even the vice-president scored two news paper mentions out of a possible one, opening the ceremonies without contest and winning the second point, and the Indian vote, in an unscheduled forward passing event run off with old Jim Thorpe. Mr. Garner will have to hump to tie that one. The Executive Recess AUGUST A.- — His Honor the Mayor has landed and is moving on Carlsbad. Daily dispatches report steady improvement in the executive health and a speaking tour in behalf of the World Fair impends. A confident cabinet carries on and calm prevails in the Town. The business of being Mayor has undergone important changes in America. Once upon a time it consisted in meeting regularly with the city fathers and approving their prosaic works, receiving the routine reports of department heads and signing rubber-stamped proc lamations. The butcher or the baker, if he were well regarded and reasonably honest, could handle the job in his spare time and usually did. The post conveyed a quiet, middle class distinction and little or no reward. Probably those were the good old days. These are different. Today's Mayor must be all things to all occasions. Does the civic exchequer run low, he must be a financier among financiers and the best of them. Does a doubtful world look askance at his adminis tration, he must be a Demosthenes among the gentlemen of the press and an oak unbowed by the gale. Today's Mayor must be mike- wise, camera conscious, a perfect host and a gracious guest, natty, knowing, a spender, an economist, a sportsman, a churchman, kind to old ladies, children, dumb animals, a Beau Brummel and a plain citizen and a good guy in any language. It is not an easy job and not many get away with it. Mr. Cermak is well into his second year without serious mishap. The third year is going to be one to have daunted the oral courage of a Bryan. His Honor is entitled to a holiday. Market Letter AUGUST 5. — Stocks are up again, the fifth day, and the experts are on the scene with as many explanations of the rise as they produced for the decline and fall, none of them good. The experts are always with us, but experting is not what it used to be. Too many wizards have had their crystals shot from under their noses. It is a good deal better so. An unexplained prosperity may last longer than a logical one. The caterpillar that learned about its legs came a cropper. A prosperity illogically arrived at might be illogically prolonged. Logically, that would be the best kind of prosperity for all concerned. The v4rtist on the Street AUGUST 6. — A group of Chicago artists have set up shop in "^*- Grant Park with the publicized purpose of exchanging their works for meal tickets, rent receipts or what have you. Art has had always to survive its publicity. The true objective, fashioned in the fertile studios of A. Raymond Katz, is the ancient and honorable one of converting lay interest. The means is of the times, but the aim is of the ages. No less an one could enlist the talent of him who is Sandor to Chicagoan pages and a kind of Moses (he'll be first to deny) to Chicago artists. Thrive or perish, the project is of pure inception. Nor shall suc cess or failure greatly sway the strangely consistent forward course of Art in these parts. No city is less discursive of its culture nor more negligent. No soil produces more artists nor provides scantier sustenance. A singular ruggedness attributes to these phenomena and Chicago is beneficiary of a resultantly sturdy allegiance to precepts fine beyond warrant and fruitful in bewildering profusion. ''''First the Hearst " A UGUST 7. — Mr. Hearst's radio informs that the Sabbath is warm upon Rapidan and Mr. Hoover has abandoned work upon his speech of acceptance to roam the sylvan glade. Mr. Hearst's radio, cinematograph and printing press will be unremitting in their chron icle of Mr. Hoover's whereabouts, activities and utterances between now and November 8, which should make Mr. Hoover glad but prob ably will not. If Mr. Hoover were as versed in journalism as Mr. Hearst he would know that the great chain publisher has abused more politicians into office than the electorate has been able to vote out, and if Mr. Hearst were as schooled in politics as Mr. Hoover he would know the same thing. As matters stand, the plain citizen's chances of getting a run for his vote seem to be a little better this year than most. Prosperity Note A UGUST 8. — Two comely widows come to the front pages charged with dispatching wealthy but otherwise undistinguished husbands. This adds womanly intuition to the sparse column of reasons for confidence in the incipient boom. Men do their killing on the down curve. Women get in their best shots when the goose hangs high. It was a woman who said, "It's a man's world." Citation AUGUST 9. — United States Attorney George E. Q. Johnson's 'r*- appointment to the Federal District bench by President Hoover stands out against the sordid patchwork of the day's news as a strik ing example of direct recognition of good work well done. A call for volunteers to do what George E. Q. Johnson did to Al Capone would have echoed unanswered through the corridors of officialdom. To him it came as a job to be done in line of duty and he did it. Congressional medals have been bestowed for far less. His elevation stands imperishably to the credit of the administration. Personal Equation AUGUST 10. — The absentee editor of The Chicagoan received r*~ his copy of the August issue and retired with it to the relative privacy of his unstudied study determined to experience, and note carefully, the reaction of the unprejudiced and theoretically casual reader. Editors like to persuade themselves that they believe they know, when they release a printed work, what this theoretical and highly idealized reader's reaction to it is going to be. Of course they never do. This they do know, if the number of their printed works has mounted to two or more, but they go on and on, issue after issue, fashioning each creation with well meant zeal, planning, revising, dramatizing illustration and calculating sequence, knowing always that reader mood is fleeter than printing presses yet knowing, too, that therein lurks the zest of the whole weird business. The August issue happened to be the first one produced wholly without benefit, as he likes to phrase it, of the editor's hand and eye. Handled now, in its rich, rounded completeness, it was good. And eyed now, first with elaborate carelessness and then in meticulous detail, it was better. Consumed, ultimately, every word and picture devoured, it was tonic. Attenuated convalescence ended. Recovery was complete, definite, positive. Not again would his associates be called upon to demonstrate, however graciously and helpfully, their debonair competency to get along without him. A thing of this kind could go too far, quite. And so to the office on the morrow. The President Speaks AUGUST 11. — Several million persons have listened for seventy- five minutes to the radio voice of President Hoover. The President has said that he accepts the nomination tendered him by the Repub lican party. The President has said a good many other things, too, many of them important, all significant, but it is getting late and the several million listeners begin to think of going to bed and getting a good night's sleep. A majority of them will slip off into slumberland with the job of trying to recall just what he said about prohibition unfinished. No need to count sheep this night. The President has supplied a surer device. The President is not a good speaker. He would like to be. He is trying hard. Tonight he began by declaring his intention of speaking so plainly that no one could misunderstand his meaning. That was a good beginning, what reporters call "a good lead." But in ten minutes his sentence structure began to veer back to the Hoover norm. The Hoover habit is to swing a conditioning clause, usually long and sometimes grandiose, hammock-wise between a sturdy subject and a measured predicate. He has a nice ear for rhythm and his sentences conform closely to a length which happens to coincide with com fortable breathing. Strung together, minute after minute, they be come almost a chant. Presently the speaker, unconsciously tiring of the reiterated inflection, commences a futile struggle for emphasis. The listener struggles too, sympathetically, hopefully, but as the ad dress rounds out an hour the senses rebel and all the words begin to sound alike. It is a great misfortune, by no means the least of his many, that the President does not happen to be a better talker. No man could be President through the period now drawing to a close and not have something to say about it. No man could be citizen through the period and not want to hear it. President Hoover, for reasons clear to the lowliest hack writer but dark mystery to him and a prepon derance of his hearers, does not make himself understood. If Champ Clark were alive, and a staunch Republican, he could get away with the assertion that what this country's Chief Executive needs is a good thirty-dollar-a-week ghost writer. Americana AUGUST 12. — The morning newspapers printed the President's "*"^- speech of acceptance, for whoever may have missed the broad cast, and the market closed lower. Teapot Tempest AUGUST 13. — It comes out that the venerable Kenesaw Mountain ¦ Landis' dashings hither and yon about the National League cir cuit have been occasioned by discovery that the recent Hornsby thought he knew as much about race horses as he thought he knew about baseball players. He seems to have known substantially less. His considerable earnings on the diamond were as cigarette money to his losses at the oval. He could have bought a track and run it to suit himself for the same money, and by shunting the horses about as he shunted his ball players he could have kept in the black in definitely. This arrangement would have guaranteed to him the second-guess option which has always been his favorite privilege. It's probably too late to do it now. The Reply Direct AUGUST 14.— Occasionally, dramatically, the political panorama • of innuendo, evasion, artifice and pseudo-diplomacy is rent asunder by a shaft of pure lightning. A fiery Hitler tells his Presi dent that he would be dictator. A steel Von Hindenburg says "No." That is the end of that. The political panorama does not ignite and blaze. It closes in and rolls dully on. As after lightning, the air is a little sweeter. As after drama, the mind is refreshed. That is all. Jl Gentleman of Parts AUGUST 15. — Mr. Charles Grimm of the Cubs was guest of ¦^^ honor and star performer at an extremely gala reception given today at Wrigley Field. Mr. Grimm is popular. The players play their heads off for him and the fans are with him to a man. He may or may not win Chicago a pennant but he has won Chicago. He is unquestionably what is known as a regular guy. He would have to be. He paints — oils, no less — and the fingers that scoop up those sizzling grounders in the environs of first base are on equally intimate terms with the hottest chromatics batted out in this or any season. Tunney packed a good deal lighter cultural handicap and it killed him. Grimm has even been known to sing. Knowing all this, the boys are still for him. The flag is as good as nailed to the mast. Robots of the Press A UGUST 16. — The Lindberghs have a new baby and a world com- •^^ posed largely of mothers, fathers and children rejoices. Not so, apparently, the pygmy world of headline hunters who couple with announcement of the birth their variously phrased reports of Mr. Lindbergh's request that the press grant the Lindbergh family the common privilege of privacy in affairs pertaining to the new arrival's infancy. The reporters do not like this. They do not like Jvlr. Lindbergh. They have never forgiven him for not returning to his mail route, when the cheering died down after the flight to Paris, and they never will. Reporters in the bulk are an odd lot, a lot distinguished by its ex ceptions. Until he has made his mark, his purpose in becoming a reporter in the first place, the common or snarling variety of reporter is a snob to his pencil points and democratic at the top of his voice. Nourished on a desk diet of prodigiously dramatized tradition, and little else, he revels in the freedom of the press and will fight for it. He is the champion of the common people and lets them know it. Woe to one among them who dares to bolt the pack. This was Lind bergh's crime. It is also the reporter's cherished ambition, but that is -a secret. He is writing a book — all reporters are always writing books — which may turn out to be a hit and take him out of servitude. That is different. He nor anyone knows just why, but custom makes it so. Reporters make custom. When this has come about, he will be delighted to meet Charlie Lindbergh at the club and chat over the good old days, or Gene Tunney or Cal Coolidge or any of the boys he used to know 'way back when. That will be dandy. Until then, t' hell with 'em, the big four-flushers. Thus the reporter in the bulk. Not at all the reporter in the singu lar. A very different fellow, he. Thus, then, the robot colt by tradition out of hue and cry. Mr. Lindbergh should know him by now. True Stories AUGUST 17. — A good many kinds of people come to sell stories "^^ to this magazine. A good many of them come to sell the same stories. There are several Chicago stories that come in regularly, the one about John Kinzie's heroism, the contrastive one about his treach ery, the story about the cow path through a downtown building, a score of these, stories that come in time and in turn to the ears of successive generations of writers and clamor to be written. A ma jority of office interviews pertain to manuscripts of this class, dis cussion of them, inasmuch as these stories have been printed, netting an almost total loss on both sides of the desk. From this largest group of manuscripts, the average scales down through specimens of proposed departments and arguments to the effect that The Chicagoan should publish verse to the smallest group of all, personal experience stories of real persons by the persons them selves. Even here there are patterns, not unnaturally, but here, too is drama. Here is met the young man who lives in a loaned pent house apartment on preserves found in the pantry and wears no coat because he has none. Here is found the Social Registrite eager to tell all, under a pseudonym, if the proceeds of the telling will pay her maid. Here was heard, from lips schooled at Oxford and soon to be stilled by enemy lead, the whole incredible creed of the gangster that roamed '29. And in such an interview was heard the fantastic but documented life story of a German ace who left to catch a train for New York and a boat home but walked due East instead. Of course none of these true stories are printed. True stories do not make good reading. It is not true that {Turn to page 45) Introducing THE ADVISORY FASHION BUREAU Read Their Articles Daily Beginning September 12th in the CHICAGO HERALD and EXAMINER September, 1932 9 Every once in a while a famous strain outdoes itself and brings forth a Man O War — a Phar Lap or a car like the Packard Standard Eight. Why not take ad vantage of the combination of greatest car and greatest opportunity? Ask the man who owns one goes double for the Standard Eight and new car price and used car allowance may never again be so attractive as they are today. Why not invest in a new Packard, one that will ride you out of depression on the wings of bargain. pv Ik PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO 2357 S. MICHIGAN AVE. 1735 E. RAILROAD AVE., EVANSTON 7320 STONY ISLAND AVE. 925 LINDEN AVE., HUBBARD WOODS Chicagoana Happenings and Observations of a More or Less Local Sort C o n d u cted by Donald P l a n t A COUPLE of mighty fine events took place late last month, and one of them ¦ is probably still rolling along. The sun was almost (around these parts anyway) totally eclipsed by the moon, and the Cubs made a gallant drive down the stretch to cinch first place in every way but mathematically. The Eclipse, yclept "an epic drama of the heavens" by the newspapers, was a phe nomenon (well, they always used to call them that) of the first water, which doesn't sound quite right to us, and certainly got Loop office forces bunched at west and south windows of their suites. But they didn't toss any ticker tape out of the windows. And there is no knowing how much glass was smoked for the occasion. Smoked glass and smoked glasses were sold on the street by alert venders. One matinee inebriate, we are told, wandered into his office with a smoked herring, but it wasn't very useful. Everybody was awfully excited about the whole thing. It was perfectly fine, of course, but really nothing like a good comet, we thought, — Halley's maybe, or even Winnecke's. The Chicago Cubs, however, are something else again. Their slashing stretch drive (comparable only to the one put on by the Boston Braves in 1914) for the National League pennant is, to many local citizens, a phenomenon in itself; unless one figures that they really had it in them all the time and needed only a new manager, such as Charlie Grimm, to bring them home ahead of the pack. At least Manager Grimm seems to be the dose of aspirin that stopped the third-place headache. It may have been true (there have been many rumors) that some of the boys were soldiering on Rogers Hornsby; it would almost seem so. For in stance, look at Kiki Cuyler's rebound from a miserable .263 batting slump. Anyway, what ever happened is all to the roses, and we are certain that it will be a long time before the City Fathers talk about changing the names of Grimm Avenue, Cuyler Avenue, Stephen son Avenue, Smith Avenue, and Root, Taylor and Moore Streets. Racing 'T'HE Town still has only one race track in operation, and that one isn't Aurora. The Aurora group decided to jump the gun on its scheduled curtain time and open its shorter meeting at the same time Lincoln Fields opened. Aurora always draws an entirely dif ferent type of patron, and, for that matter, starts an entirely different type of horse. The meeting buttoned up. The Lincoln Fields race course is one of the most beautiful establishments in the coun try. There the long-missed Daily Double is again being featured. Nor will the Lincoln Fields officials tolerate the poor riding seen at the Hawthorne track, especially during the last two weeks of its meeting. There are thirty- one days of high class racing at the Dixie Highway plant — the sort of racing that will keep the sport going in this more or less sovereign state of Illinois. Chicago Football WHAT with Dollar Days at the race tracks, two-for-one theatre tickets, free Chevrolets at Walgreen's and other "come- ons," the athletic department of the Uni versity of Chicago has reduced the price of its football tickets. It's a good move; because of it, there ought to be more people in the Stagg Field stands this fall than there were last year. And a great crowd helps a lot to ward the making of an afternoon of good football. The price this fall will be $5.00 for a season ticket book for all home games, plus the usual lousy government tax of 50c. The schedule is attractive. It runs along something like this, in fact just like this: Sep tember 24, Monmouth; October 8, Yale at New Haven; October 15, Knox College; Oc tober 22, Indiana; October 29, Illinois; November 5, Purdue; November 12, Michi gan at Ann Arbor; November 19, Wisconsin. The Maroon team, we understand, ought to turn into something pretty good this fall. Most of the men from last year's squad are back and the freshmen coming up are a fine group. And there are new eligibility rules out on the Midwav. too. The rules just formulated under the New Plan of the University pro vide that Chicago athletes, except seniors, shall be eligible for a full year of competition, "remember, tony, not too much like GARBO's!" instead of from quarter to quarter, as the arrangement used to be under the old system. The rules go into effect with the opening of the Autumn quarter. Out in Evanston the Northwestern Wild cats seem to be playing their best games away from Dyche Stadium. Northwestern plays Missouri on October 1 ; October 8, Michigan at Ann Arbor; October 15, Illinois at Cham paign; October 22, Purdue; October 29, Min nesota at Minneapolis; November 5, Ohio; November 12, Notre Dame at South Bend; November 19, Iowa. And that certainly seems to take pretty good care of impending sporting events. R. R. Xings "^JOT very long ago the American Railway ¦^-^ Association went to a lot of trouble and conducted a comprehensive survey to discover how motorists behaved at grade crossings. The results have just reached us via the Chicago Motor Club. More than 300,000 motor car drivers and the passing of some 4,000 trains were noted in the study. We are glad to report that approximately three-fourths of the drivers slowed down, looked both ways and obeyed all signals. So perhaps we tall, handsome Americans are pretty smart after all. About fifteen per cent were classed as reckless drivers because they failed to do one or more of these things. There were sixty-seven very narrow escapes, and it was noted, too, that 140 school bus drivers neglected to bring their buses to full stops. This, in a nutshell, says the A. R. A. report, shows why people are being killed at railway crossings. And it'll probably give gag artists ideas. Under-Loop Railroad 13 ACK in the days when the century was a -"-' mere infant in arms someone with a lot of foresight thought up the idea of building a railroad under the ground. Even now, when you think of it, an underground railroad is a sort of novelty. Yes, we know there was such a thing during the Civil War, but this is different. The party mentioned above who had a lot of foresight got a glimpse of the day when thirty foot streets would be taxed to the limit to handle the traffic which would come in the course of time and industry. So: the Chicago Tunnel System. Today (it took some ten years to get the thing into its present shape) the system comprises some sixty miles of track, 3,000 tunnel cars and 150 electric loco motives. Back in 1909 when it was completed they figured it had cost $30,000,000. And even in these days, thirty millions is no fair- sized king's ransom. September, 1932 11 "my gawd! cellophane!" Forty feet under the Loop the lights flash, switches click into place and carloads of freight, ashes and trash are hauled along by minature, in everything but hard work, electric trains. Practically every mail-order house, State Street store, and wholesale mart in the Loop district is connected or has a depot on the under loop railroad. There are more than twenty-five of these stations not counting the four Universal depots, strategically located, which receive freight from various parts of the city. Maybe for luck, they fashioned the tunnels into a horseshoe shape seven feet high and six and one-half feet wide. An even dozen times they scoot under the river going as far north as Chicago Avenue and Cuba-way to Roosevelt Road. Connections are made with all of the railroad depots including the electric as well as the steam lines. In order to achieve this engineering feat, and incidentally it has meas ured up to the highest standards of the pro fession, they had to bore through a stratum of blue clay. To support the work walls a foot thick were constructed faced with concrete. And interesting to think about is the fact that there hasn't been any noticeable settling of the buildings adjacent to the tunnels. The air is cool and dry due to a system of sixty-three electric pumps and a complete layout of pipes through which any accumulations of water are raised to the sewers above. To make as surance doubly sure water-proof and fire-proof doors have been installed which isolate con nections with buildings and commercial ter minals in the event either of these elements threatened from above. The freight carried in the small tunnel cars would fill better than 100,000 regular-sized freight cars. In addition, the tunnel system carries a lot of ashes out toward the lake where new land is continually being made. That on which the Field Museum now stands, is largely composed of ashes hauled there by the tunnel cars. An example of the way everything is uti lized including the ceiling of an underground railroad tunnel is the way in which the pneu matic tubes of the City Press Bureau are attached to the upper portion of the structure. There they run, connecting with the Post up on north La Salle Street, the Tribune over east on Michigan Avenue, the T^ews, the Times and Hearst Square west on Madison Street. Messages of death and glory, life and dis honor — but, let's not get melodramatic. Unseen and unheard, reached only by ele vators, for this railroad ends in a blank wall at a lot of places, the Chicago Tunnel System is a conventional and commonplace drudge. To be missed it would have to stop work. Then you never would get across the street. c^-fr. Hopper \X7HENEVER De Wolf Hopper comes back to town, the ancient question is in evitably revived: How old is he? No one knows. His record in Who's Who, indited by his own hand, sets the date of his birth as March 30, 1858, but this figure has never been widely accepted. His closest friends maintain that there was a typographical error — the first 8 should have been a 7. Others point out that had he been born in 1858 he could scarce ly have recited Casey at the Bat at the battle of Shiloh (the charred records of Shiloh Church state that it was there that Mr. Hopper first recited this epic poem), as he would have been only four years of age at the time. He may well have been precocious, of course — if great comedians are born and not made why shouldn't the greatest of them have been able to spiel Casey at four? One way or another, Mr. Hopper has glad dened the hearts of this little community by returning to Chicago for the opening of his fifty- fourth season on the American stage. Did you say fifty- fourth? We said fifty- fourth. His first professional appearance be gan on Nov. 4, 1878, with the Criterion Comedy Company. The manager of the com pany was Jacob Gosche, at the time manager of Theodore Thomas' orchestra. The piece was Our Boys, a London success of the previous season, and Mr. Hopper played what is re corded as an "eccentric comedy role." His dramatic career actually began five years before, when he appeared in Ralph Roister' Doister, earliest of all known English comedies, at a Sunday school entertainment at Octavius Brooks Forthingham's Unitarian Church in New York. "And before that," he recalls, "J used to give my Senator Dillworthy mono logue, in which, with the aid of a Lawyer Marks umbrella and a silk hat, I burlesqued the spread-eagle school of oratory — or thought I did." j\ great many actors have passed under the bridge since Joe Jef ferson said, "Gentlemen, I have just seen a part played as well as it could be — young Hopper's David," but Wolfie loses stature neither physically nor artistically. His three years as Lutz in The Student Prince at the age of — conservatively — seventy left him no older than it found him. He spent the past summer in New York with his son, who is vice-president of the Chemical Bank and Trust, and confined his conditioning for an other season to one bowling match. His debut this fall is scheduled for the Selwyn the 18th of this month in The World Between, Fritz Blocki's piece that met with local success in amateur production last season. The grand old comedian interprets the more or less serio- tragic role, so we are told, of an English jurist in purgatory. On his return to Chicago last week, Kir. Hopper was met at the station by, naturally enough, Mrs. Hopper. Mrs. Hopper, as you know by this time, is the sixth Mrs. Hopper. Who's Who lists the other five, and the list is followed by this crypticism: "(Divorced each)." Just fancy Beerbohm sighing, "Youth! Youth!" •^Architectural Notes "JV/TR. MAX MASON, fils, whose noted father abdicated the throne at the Uni versity of Chicago, a few years back to be come the head man of the Rockefeller Insti tute, is October-to-Juning at Yale these days learning the complicated business of architec ture. The last two summers Max has been spending in Chicago, lending his nascent genius to the firms of Holabird & Root (1931) and Graham, Anderson, etc. (1932). Mr. Mason reports himself as leading a very quiet life in the effete East (New Haven, Conn.) and deplores the hurried pace of peo ple in Chicago. He also deplores the beer in Chicago, declaring that he is afflicted with, a sort of beer-fever that makes its appearance 12 The Chicagoak every time he is placed within six inches of bad beer. There is a technical name for the malady, Mr. Mason announces proudly. It is long, and perhaps Latin, and ends in rhinitis. Mr. Mason is not as useful on beer parties as the casual reader would imagine, because he suffers a stroke every time a stein of had beer, not necessarily poisonous, is placed under his nose. Aside from his interest ing condition, Mr. Mason has picked up a great deal of knowledge about architecture during the last two years. When asked for the cardinal principles of that science, if it is a science, Mr. Mason announced flatly that there were three, and here they are: 1. All tall buildings are reeling drunkenly on their foundations all day. That is caused not by the movement of the earth, nor yet by the wind, but by the sun. In the early morn ing the sun beats upon the east front of the skyscraper and all the materials on that front expand, causing the skyscraper to bend over backwards about two feet. As Apollo pulls his chariot across the heavens, the east front cools and contracts, and the south front, and then the west front, expand. By late after noon the skyscrapers on Michigan Boul. are bending over forward. 2. The devices in the lobbies of swank buildings purporting to record the wind velocity at the top of the tower are frauds. Not intentionally, but frauds none the less. This is because there is an eddy of wind around any tower, and it is this eddy that is recorded, and not the velocity of the wind ten feet away from the tower, where they may be a dead calm. 3. People who live in vibrating houses (not to be confused with people who live in glass houses) shouldn't fill the bathtubs half way. If your house is vibrating at a certain rate (due to the passing of a train, etc.), and you put a certain number of inches of water in the bathtub, great waves will ensue, indicat ing that the building is tottering and driving the tenant to the street in a rough towel. This phenomenon is scientific and is caused by a coincidence of the waves of vibration with the amount of water, or something of the sort. If half an inch more water is let in the tub or half an inch let out, the typhoon "will cease. Mr. Mason says that he has picked up a few other items regarding architecture, but that no one would be interested in them. Cjadgets L1 VERY once in awhile we feel it our duty ^-* to investigate and report on the gadget- situation around Town. After all, Christmas is coming up in just a few months, and if you have a large enough list of gadgets, then, when the time comes, it'll not take long to strike off the names on your Christmas list. Our most recent gadget-hunt took us into A. G. Spalding's and we never did get any farther. There they have something called a Magnetee. It's a unique little device that con sists of a short string with a golf tee at one end and a small, powerful magnet at the other end. Two small metal discs with screws are affixed to the very top of the grip of the wood clubs. The discs pick up the magnet and with it the string and tee. And there you are. The Spalding people have a tricky sort of automatic flashlight, too. You simply press the handle and generate sufficient electricity to permit the flashlight to cast its rays. There aren't any batteries to wear out or go dead. It's just another of those little things to mon key with when you have spare time and there aren't any buildings being erected. Dressed Up \ LOCAL landmark has just had its face washed for company. The federal gov ernment has had its building here (the Post Office) steam-cleaned (which is far and away better than sand-blasting) — for the Fair, you know; and after twenty-seven years the light granite ¦walls are again being seen. Artists, some time ago, renovated the interior, too; one of the biggest jobs of inside furbishing on local record. That many had forgotten what was actu ally under the building's outer grime, was in dicated by the announcement, in connection with the work, that "the dome will be re- gilded." We are told by the custodian (since 1905) that the gilded dome leaked and was changed years ago to slate. But maybe they can gild slate. Those responsible for the Brighter Federal Building project were not successful, how ever, in convincing their Uncle Sam that he should erect lights, as called for in the struc ture's plans, on the second of the two pedes tals at each outside corner. The pairs of pedestals, therefore, will just have to go on looking — in the words of the disgusted archi tect — like "one-earned Airedales," Fair or no Fair. 'That Daily Double f "\NE of the interesting diversions current ^"^ in Loop offices, we have been told, is the Daily Double Pool. They have that window at the Lincoln Fields plant, you know; it's the first track to have it as a part of the afternoon's fun since Aurora and Sportsmen's Park. But the office pool, not unlike the track sys tem, works this way: Each bettor puts in a dime (or a quarter, or what you will and can) and picks his combination. That is, of course, the horses he thinks will win the sec ond and third races. Somebody who doesn't have much to do keeps the money and the slips of paper on which the bettors write their picks. And the one who has the winning combina tion takes the dough. If nobody wins one day, the money is carried over, to the next day. And that day's dimes are tossed in, too. It's quite apt to run on for several days, so that when some one finally picks a winning combination, the amount of money in the is really something. The selections are , of course, before post time of the sec- race, usually around noon when the scratches come in. It's a lot of fun. September, 1932 "ze g! who took heem?" 13 A R T ARTISTS GREAT, ARTISTS NOT SO GREAT, AND ARTISTS MERELY WILLING TO HAVE GREAT NESS THRUST UPON THEM SURRENDERED SO COMPLETELY TO THE SPIRIT OF BARTER AS TO EXCHANGE CANVAS FOR CANVAS WHEN HUMBLER COIN WAXED LAGGARD F b A y 1 s A R N D N O R O T E S His the power Burns yearned for, a par' ticipating artist in the First Annual Art Fair tenders satiric sugges tions for murals to commemorate that as tounding exhibition EVEN HERE THE GREAT AMERICAN GOD OKAY HELD COURT, HIS DAIS THE IVORY OF AU THORITY, HIS SCEPTRE THE GOLD OF POWER, AND TO HIM CAME, EACH IN HIS TURN, THE LOWLY AND THE HIGH, FOR FAVOR OR FOR CENSURE, NOR DENIED HE THEM HERE, TOO, THE ETERNAL SHE, SCENTED AND ADORNED AS SINCE NINEVEH AND TYRE DEIGNED TO ACCEPT THE HOMAGE OF THE MULTITUDE AND FOUND IT GOOD, FOR HAD NOT THE SCRIBES SO SET IT DOWN AND WERE THEIR WORDS NOT FAIR AND THERE CAME A CERTAIN RICH MAN, AND AFTER HIM ANOTHER AND ANOTHER, AND ALTHOUGH THEY SAID NOT THEIR NAMES THEIR GOLD WAS GOOD AND THEY GAVE OF IT FREELY TO THEM THAT HAD NEED, SO THAT MANY BLESSINGS FELL UPON THEIR HEADS AND SO IT CAME TO PASS, ON THE LAST DAY, THAT THE GREAT GOD OKAY WENT AMONG HIS PEOPLE AND MARKED THIS ONE THUS AND THAT ONE SO, AND THERE WAS WAILING BUT THERE WAS REJOICING ALSO, AND A GREAT FEAST WAS SPREAD AND PARTOOK THEREOF ALL The Bottle and the Battle Through Timers Swinging Doors We View an Ancient Struggle By Richard Atwater THE curfew tolls the knell of parting prohibition. Franklin Roosevelt, at the quivering rope, swings its slow tocsin, and the booming voice of the Great White Father pronounces the final Hoover words of exorcism. The saloons were closed, but the speakeasies are disclosed. We are going, now, to remove the bulletproof vest from the boot legger without putting the white apron back on the bartender. The battle for temperance is to be put on a better basis, and the bottles of intemperance are to be restored to the legal light of day. Toward this new vista of hope, the thirsty and the unthirsty may now march shoulder to shoulder with a united step, if with different ideas. Thus prohibition, once looked on as political dynamite, takes its harmless place in a glass jar in the museum of archaeology. This is as might have been expected. The battle against the bottle has always stood next to the bottle itself on a certain shelf marked "History of Man." Each is always knocking the other exhibit over. But both, somehow, are always there. Swinging doors work both ways, and it is natural enough that they have always proved a hotly contested gateway. Wherever some have fought to get inside, there others (some of whom have just come out) fight to keep them from going in. The cartoonist may choose to draw the spirit of prohibition in Puritan black, but the first stone cast against John Barleycorn was by no means named Plymouth Rock. Even after recourse to the encyclopedia and further scrutiny of various labels on hand somely curved bottles of cobwebbed dark glass, we cannot quite trace the conflict be tween the First Neanderthal Inebriate and the Second Cro-Magnon Prohibitionist to its earliest lost record among the fossils of the primeval slime. Along about the sixthteenth century, B. C, however, it is recorded that one Bacchus, alias Dionysus, brought the first fer mented juice of the grape to a prehistoric Greece; whereupon, says the record, the king Pentheus prohibited Bacchus and the drinking of wine by his full legal powers of unlimited monarchy. The subjects of Pentheus then drank the wine of Bacchus and tore King Pentheus to pieces, when they found him snooping at them in the early Hellenic shrubbery. A little later, the Greek historian adds, a minstrel named Orpheus became the leader of quite a cult devoted to the spread of Bacchus. Journeying far and wide to announce the juicy ecstasies of the spoiled grape to an ignorant world, Orpheus came upon a group of ladies, in Thrace, who so clung to prohibition that they evened up matters by tearing Orpheus to pieces. In the dawn of mythology, it was apparently not politically safe to take either side of the drinking question. The later, classic Greeks, by the way, solved the problem of being dismembered either for drinking or not drinking, by a not unreason able compromise. They mixed wine with water, and drank it in moderation. There may be an idea in this for 1933. But the point of immediate interest is that controversy over inebriation was recognized by the ancients as likely to be a spirited affair. Alcohol has always seemed to make people full of fight, whether they drink it or watch the other fellow drink it. The first punch started the History of Boxing, but five minutes earlier it had begun the History of Mixed Drinks. And the fine arts in general, of course, have always revolved, sometimes a little dizzily, around a bubbling liquid source. That the form of enter tainment known as vaudeville began in the parlors of the old-fashioned saloon can surprise no one who recalls that the entire art of the theater derives from an old Greek entertain ment (presided over by that same Dionysus who found what could be done with grapes), and that the theater in its first boisterous stage consisted of a male singer and a rebuking chorus. But let us leave the Greeks, who did their drinking out-of-doors, and see what we can find in other early civilizations. The re sults may be surprising. It may not be generally known, for example, that the pyramids of Egypt — constructed long, long before Ganymede became bartender, and Hebe barmaid of Olympus — were originally built as saloons; the sandy floor of the Egyptian desert, with its similarity to sawdust, obviously inspiring the rest of the edifice. The pyramid saloons had a main entrance, still preserved, on the level of the Sahara sands; and (what was not known till this moment) a family entrance, on top of the pyramid, since filled up with a great block of granite. This upper or family entrance to the pyra mid was used, after a quaint old Egyptian custom, as an exit. The dancing sons of the Pharaoh, burbling with the juice of the lotus (of which Herodotus was later to speak highly as a producer of aphasia) would thus emerge, one after one, from the high top of the pyra mid under the desert moon, and with a fine old Egyptian glee, slide down the sides of the building. Eventually, however, Egypt became effete, and the famous Cleopatra began experimenting with synthetic drinks, adding such things as pearls to the contents of the goblet. The pop ular reaction to such conduct, as always, was prohibition. The pyramids were ordered closed, at the top; and the roisterers now had to emerge, under the desert moon, from the lower or main entrance. Being under the in fluence of lotus, and unable now to slide down the pyramids to express their happiness, they carved their thoughts on stone in the form of hieroglyphics. For many later centuries these messages of the Egyptians remained undeci- phered, as the first modern explorers tried to read them while sober, and the hieroglyphics (as anybody can see who looks at them) were written while inebriated. The first Egyptologist to look at these records with the help of a little whisky saw at a glance what they must mean. Nowadays, of course, their meaning is common knowledge. The history of music is also apropos. Going back again, for a mo ment, to the Greeks, we find that — because of their practice of diluting their -wine: — their music was entirely melodic. They could carry a tune, and do it -well, but that was all. It was left for the Romans and the drink that takes its name from them — rum — to discover harmony. Harmony was invented by the first four Romans to drink rum and then attempt to carry the same tune. The significance of the syllable "quart" in "quartette" is thus made clear. The Romans also made the word "architecture" possible by inventing the arch, which the Greeks had neglected. Prohibition was singularly unknown among the Romans and they ruled the world. In their carefree existence they eventually forgot, however, the art of making glass, for bottles to contain the rum. The Dark Ages now followed. Slowly civilisation crept back up the painful ladder, the Anglo-Saxons finally perfecting the tankard, or stein, with which to convey the foaming mead from the meadow to their tawny beards. It is an interesting footnote that about this time the less inventive Arabians tried to make prohibition effective by substituting polygamy for wine. To this day the Moslem, when he wants another drink, takes another wife in stead. Whether there is in this idea another political compromise for 1933, need not con cern us in the present discussion. We have noted that the ranks of those who oppose drinking have often been swelled by those who drank heartily; a familiar illustration being the old English pro hibition song, "Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes." It was written by Ben Jonson, a notorious frequenter of the Mermaid tavern. To this fact may be added the conjecture that the celebrated Hanging Gardens of licentious Babylon should more exactly be translated, "hangover gardens." The cuneiform inscrip tions of the Babylonians look distinctly like the work of prohibitionists. This brings us, finally, down to the great wall of China. Its significance is still hotly debated. One school of archaeology is certain the great wall of China was erected by pro- hibitionsists to keep Occidental liquors from entering the Orient. Another school equally insists that the (Continued on page 53) September, 1932 15 POLO SKETCHES By Paul Brown The swiftest, most exciting moments of the match have, here, been caught and put on paper with all the action and balance of the play itself. These sketches, in water' color, are from the current exhibition of Mr. Brown's wor\ at the O'Brien Galleries. Taking a Poke at Hoover The National Sport Bursts into Flower By Milton S. Mayer THERE was only one man in the United States who did not want to be President in 1928 and said so. That man, as it happened, was Calvin Coolidge. He was the only man in the United States who was smart. In 1928 people were wondering why Mr. Coolidge was so quick to abdicate the throne of the richest empire on earth for the ques tionable glory of being the Arthur Brisbane of Northampton. Mr. Hoover was among those who wondered. A year later Mr. Hoover, in company with all God's children, found out. When the winds of late October tore the wrapping away from the package marked "Bon Bons" that Mr. Coolidge had handed his successor it was discovered to con tain a case of acute indigestion. Whatever else President Hoover has come to think of his predecessor, certain it is that he must re gard him as a very cagey little man. There were at that time, it is true, predic tions without number that the bacchanalia wouldn't go on forever. Every period of awful expansion and speculation this country has ever known had come to a cataclysmic end within ten years after its onset. It had hap pened every twenty years, roughly, since Jef ferson bought Louisiana and the United States became a world power. It happened in 1819, in 1837, in 1857, in 1873, in 1893, and only the collapse of industry in Europe in 1914 upset the schedule of its reoccurrence. A ma jority of the oracles of evil in 1928 can be discredited because their prophecies were avow edly anarchistic; the sober prophets of col lapse hesitated to say when. It was coming, but, like the prophets of every past depression — and every past depression had its prophets — they felt that prosperity had inaugurated a new age and that, as a consequence, the new age might support prosperity longer than had any previous era. Mr. Coolidge may have been reading the history books, into whose hallowed pages he was about to pass. He may have read in some detail of the vituperation that was heaped on the innocent Monroe, the sneers that engulfed the hapless Van Buren, the jeers that drowned out doddering old Buchanan, the abuse that broke Grant's heart, the repudiation of mighty Cleveland by his party. Hard times Presi dents fare badly. The economists thought prosperity would last a while — they weren't looking ahead too far. But Calvin Coolidge was looking ahead exactly three years and three hundred sixty-four days. If the ice cracked on March 3, 1933, Mr. Coolidge did not intend to be standing on it. He intended to be enshrined in the history books, safe from the howling mob. He might have finished the great declaration: "I do not choose to run my neck out." So came Herbert Hoover to Olympus. But the engineer had built on sand. The richest "strike" of the great miner's career turned out to be a gold brick. M.Y opinion of Hoover is a mixed one. He was a poor President, but most of our Presidents have been too light for the job. They are selected purely for "avail ability," inoffensiveness to the greatest num ber. That is the essence of the great demo cratic system of government we shed our blood for. For twenty years running we had a string of blundering nonentities in the White House — Harrison, Tyler, Polk, Taylor, Fill more, Pierce, and Buchanan — and the nation survived. Hoover is certainly a better Presi dent than Grant, who saw four walls of giant corruption raised around his wretched dais and left the White House saying, "I don't see how I can ever trust a human being again." He is certainly no worse fitted for his job than Garfield, who cried, "My God, what is there in this place that a man should ever want to get into it?" He is clearly to be preferred to Harding, who sat the most abandoned mem bers of his rotten gang at his right hand. Worse things might be said of Herbert Hoover than that he was not big enough to be President. Worse things have been said of him. Many of those things I have resented. As one of the Righteous Indignation boys I have risen to assail the low practices which have been used by scurrilous writers and scrofulous pub lishers to blacken his name. If his career, previous to 1928, was not spotless, it was at least authentic. He was a great engineer. The profession of engineering recognized him as a superior artisan long before the Presi dency had beckoned to him. He could not possibly have believed, twenty years back, that the translation of Latin treatises on mining would bring him any votes. He did feed the Belgians, energetically, efficiently. No credit able authority has lent a shred of support to the malevolent whisper that he fed the Ger mans and made a fortune in the process. In many respects, his case is analogous to Grant's. He was elected President on the crest of the wildest credibility in his genius. Grant's occupation of the White House was going to be the triumph of union, Hoover's the triumph of prosperity. Both of them possessed records of dazzling achieve ment in other fields than statesmanship. Both found themselves over their heads in situations that were not only foreign to their experience but too momentous for their temperaments. Both were too badly balanced for their sud den responsibilities, and both collapsed beneath them. For both the Presidency was the most unfortunate experience of a distinguished life. The precedent of Grant's failure, like the precedent of so many hard times Presidents, bodes ill for Mr. Hoover's chances in Novem ber. Although the Democratic party had been wiped off the earth in 1865, it sprang to new life at the end of Grant's administration and rebuked the party that had given the country an impotent President by polling 200,000 more votes than the organization that Lincoln had raised to an apparently invincible dominance eleven years before. In 1928 the Democrats found themselves nearer the low ebb of 1872 than they had been after any election since that time. Their wrath was manifested in the Congressional elections of 1930 as it was in 1874. Whether they will have recovered their strength by November 8, 1932, as they did fifteen years ago is an item for some contemplation by the Republican managers. My sympathy for Hoover is essentially the sentimental sympathy of one perishable living creature for another. I remember him four years ago in San Francisco. He was being regaled by the city following his acceptance of the nomination. To his fellow-Californians he was a demi-god; that is not a phenomenon among Californians, but in this instance no stranger could have been left cold. He was a fine figure of a man, ruddy, benignant, suc cessful, glad. He was fatty, it is true, but through the fattiness there was enough strength and energy visible to justify the Republican accounts of his career. It is still hard to. be lieve that anyone who saw him then, the sym bol of private integrity and public prosperity, could have gone away uninfected. I was a Smith man, but I wavered for a long while after. I have not seen Mr. Hoover since, nor had I heard his voice again until his speech of ac ceptance was broadcast last month. But I have seen his pictures, and they tell a graphic story. Aside from the demands of the party publicity department that he look worn and worried each time he poses, it is obvious that he has become an old man. His face, his bear ing, his very voice bespeak senility and failure. No peacetime President except Buchanan has been broken so completely on the wheel. And, in justice to Mr. Hoover, when Buchanan broke he broke from top to bottom. He turned over his office, lock, stock and barrel, to pil lage and plunder and tried to forget the na tion's troubles and prolong his own unworthy life. Mr. Hoover has kept right on the ball. It might have been better for the nation had he thrown in the towel, and again, when it is recalled that Stimson and Mills and Garner and Long were ready and willing, it might have been worse. But he seen his duty and he done it, if somewhat ignobly. Emerson said that a President pays dearly for his White House. No man ever paid more dearly — considering the amount of solace and satisfaction that came to Lincoln and Wilson — than Hoover. He is only 58, and authentic reports on his health, as on the health of his opponent, are lacking. Ex-Presidents, like the good, die young. Their average life is well under ten years. Grant, so serene, lived less than twelve. Roosevelt, the strong man, only nine. Taft lived for nine- September, 1932 17 teen years after 1912, but he had never let the Presidency bother him. Coolidge was young, 51, when he was inaugurated, and he seems to be good for a while yet, but he too took the job lightly and found it easy. Even in quiet times more people have imperative business with a President than with any other man in the world. These last three years must have nigh onto killed Herbert Hoover. And he is not a bad man. He is muddle- headed and he is hot-headed, but he is not wicked. He did his poor best. No cry of corruption, in the sense of personal participa tion or even acceptance of direct misrule, can justly be raised against him. Fifty years from now it may be clearer that an economic revo lution at this time was inevitable, and that if Hoover did nothing to forestall it, certainly no one else did. Jefferson protested eternally that an occasional revolution was the richest pos sible fertilizer for the growth of a republic. No end of great thinkers — the late Brooks Adams is a notable example — have held revo lution to be inherent in not only our system but our civilization. I do not mean to palliate Hoover's incom petence as a statesman. History, it appears to me, must forever acknowledge that as a leader he was no rose. We may overlook his mental meanderings between July of 1928 and January of 1932 — Gov. Roosevelt will dwell lovingly on them for the next two months — and note cursorily a few of his latest aberrations. When a mob finally achieved its purpose and tantalized the President of the United States into using force to move them out of the capital, where they had been allowed to use their right to assemble and petition Con gress, Hoover pulled the worst bobble of his political career. The shooting up of the bonus "army" was the choicest fodder the jingoes had been fed in this country since Wilson went to Europe. Behind whatever claims the veterans had, and I have not seen their claims supported by any illustrious mind, lay the in alienable fundament that government must not be subject to force. The puny might of those ten thousand men did not make right any more than did the awful might of Wilhelm's two million. They had exercised their Consti tutional right — maybe the Constitution needs changing — and they had been granted addi tional grace by the politicians. Their passive insurrection was an affront to a civilization that unalteringly denies the right of mobs, as such, to rule. The President should have known that he was in a tight spot. These men had the sympathy of the ignorant. In truth, they were a pitiable spectacle. But so were the rest of the ten million hungry. There were men and women and children who had been too young or too old or too sick to be drafted into the army in 1917 — they needed help too. Millions of them were too weak to participate in the process of intimidation; mil lions were ineligible because they had not been given the choice of fighting for their country or going to jail; thousands, I like to think, realized that a mob is always wrong or it would not have to be a mob. Hoover realized all this, but he held off be cause he realized the political consequences of taking action. But the realization that the mob had him on the spot, that their only plausible desire in remaining in the capital was to in furiate him, that they believed his hands tied by the vote-catching power of the watchfully waiting chauvinists — this realization was too much for him, and he lost his temper and called out the army. The deed was injudicious. When Grant sent troops into Florida, South Carolina and Louisiana in 1876 for the same purpose — that of scattering mobs who were simply "standing around" — he was credited with saving the na tion a second time. But Hoover was in a dif ferent position. Already pretty thoroughly discredited and the easy prey of shouting pa triots, he emerged from the incident a mur derer. The death of one William Hushka, a veteran, cost Hoover a million votes; the death, a few days later, of the policeman who killed Hushka cost him none. The death of any honest man under 90 is unfortunate, but the death of Hushka was of no more importance than the death of an honest man in a West Madison street flophouse. The jingoes made the Hushka killing a cause celehre, as even poor Hoover must have known they would. The writings of Floyd Gibbons on the occasion in a chain of newspapers were by all odds the most offensive of a long line of Mr. Gibbons' offensive efforts. A story by one Elsie Robinson, printed in the same chain of papers on August 3, marked a new low in American journalism. "Liberty and equality — that ragged boy with the towsled head and dumb eyes hadn't known much about them. . . . HIS HEAD WHIRLED. HIS EYES STARED. HIS FEET STUMBLED. BUT DEEP IN BILL'S HEART SOMETHING BURNED STEADY AND STRONG AND BRIGHT AS AN ALTAR CANDLE A VISION A WORD THE WORD 'AMERICA.' " I doubt that Miss, or Mrs., Robinson knew what burned deep in Bill's heart. I doubt that Bill and the lady ever traveled in the same circles. When 50,000 men are killed in a war, the nation is still safe; when the bottom drops out of the stock market, the nation is still safe; when the Democrats nominate Franklin Roose velt, the nation is still safe; but when that kind of trash is widely printed the nation is in danger. The fact that both the Democrats and their nominee are on record as opposed to the pre mature payment of the soldiers' bonus prevents Roosevelt from capitalizing on this striking in stance of Hoover's lack of judgment. On top of this regret table event, Mr. Hoover announced in as ringing tones as he could assume that the pop ulation was adequately fortified by the Repub lican party against hunger and cold. That was a palpable falsehood, and when a false hood is palpable it is recorded as bad states manship. On top of that the President refused to confer with Roosevelt on the St. Law rence waterway matter, and Roosevelt, who saw his opponent in the same terrified position as the bonus mob saw him, achieved his pur pose, which was to bait the old boy. Mr. Hoover's temper grew shorter. The other day the alert United Press discovered that Hoover had put the heat on Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., and ordered him from pressing duties in the Philippines to serve as chief notifier that the authentic Roosevelts are for Hoover. After reading in his favorite newspaper that he had made a stupid move, the Statesman-President rescinded the order. Who said what price glory? The most exciting feature of the campaign, to date, was the President's quick change on Prohibition. The hand deceives the eye, gen tlemen. Other commentators than I must have remarked by this time that it was simply the belated decision of the Republican party to adopt the Bingham-Butler prohibition plank that went down in the convention. No one, least of all the. Republicans, suspected that the country was dead wet until the Democrats jumped in. The voters' reception of the repeal yelp told the Republican bosses that the elec tion was lost. So they achieved the simple subterfuge of jumping on the bandwagon through what was announced as the Presi dent's personal stand. Naturally, the public correctly assumes that as the head of his party Mr. Hoover will enforce his own views after he is re-elected. The party maintains its si lence officially by way of encouragement to the drys. The silencing of Charley Curtis by cutting his bone dry acceptance speech off the radio is destined to live forever in the long story of political foibles. The customers had been tun ing Charley out for years and it is a tribute to the Republican managers that they finally real ized that they too can do this. The only over sight the Republicans made there was in fail ing to see to what advantage the Democrats can appropriate the device in connection with the Hon. Garner. It will obviously be of more value to the Democrats to keep Garner in the cellar than it will be to the Republicans to gag old Charley. Mr. Curtis must have been chagrined, unless he is inured to chagrin by this time, -when he learned that his speech was routed around the great wet cities and pene trated only into the pious homes of Glad Tid ings, Ore., and Opp, Alabama. The poor Indian may hereafter be described as a large body of carbohydrates entirely surrounded by a vacuum. ^/. R. HEARST has not been successful, over a period of decades, in his favorite role of Omar the President-Maker. Although he is fighting Hoover hoof and mouth, I cannot see that he will be any more successful as a president-breaker. Certainly his present valorous efforts are no more sple netic than his ineffective machinations of 1916, when he carried his hate of Wilson even to the news reel, cartooning the President with what Historian William E. Dodd calls "inde cent malice." When he learned that he could never be a President, Hearst was bitten with the desire to become a Thurlow Weed or a Horace Greeley. But he cannot make men fear him as they feared Weed, and he cannot make the worst people hate him, as Greeley did, but only the best. So his support of a candidate continues to be, as the editor of the late Chicago Evening Journal once pointed out, the kiss of death. Roosevelt does not grow, as the campaign gets under way. In 1928 the Republicans hol lered, "Who but Hoover?" In 1932 the Democrats have an answer: "Anybody but Hoover." Everything that militates against Hoover adds stature to Roosevelt. On the positive side of the chart he has no assets. Such a condition of the country as this has generally presaged a change of administrations. The southern Democrats must be mighty sorry they bolted in 1928. (Continued on page 5 3) 18 The Chicagoah <&ne Wbou&anii ILakt £>I)ore liribe #^jt J^& OAK STREET BEACH The watering place on the Gold Coast where The People of the great west and northwest sides have fun and sun. Play's the Thing The Public Parks Are Used for More Than Parking IF the battle of Chicago isn't won on the playing fields of the parks it will not be because the commissioners fail to provide all the necessary training. Sports for those who are athletic, dramatics for incipient actors, directors and designers, arts and crafts for those who like more sedentary head- and hand-work, and incidental but continual les sons in citizenship for everybody make up the year around program. Those persons who use the parks only as thoroughfares are often sur prised to learn that they are the scenes of other activities than the tennis, golf and water sports visible from a moving automobile. As a matter of fact, the playground department of the West Chicago Parks supervises fifteen different sports and conducts forty-nine intra- and inter-park "special" activities. The South Park Commissioners list a grand total of fifty-five ways in which to spend time profit ably. The Lincoln Park system omits some of these and adds a few novelties of its own. What happens under the jurisdiction of the seventeen small park systems I don't know and I'm not yet prepared to inquire. The aforementioned big three alone provide enough material for an encyclopedia. Unlike the playing fields of Eton, the field houses of the Chicago parks do not stop with building masculine muscle and stamina up to the age of sixteen. They make no distinctions of sex and not content merely with molding character in the young keep right on offering safe, sane and legal work for idle hands until the owners become too old to move under their own power, at which time they may be wheeled into the park conservatories to spend a happy senility in scenes of tropical splendor. Literally, the park systems provide for the Chicagoan from the cradle to the grave, beginning with pre natal advice and instruction in the care of children at the Infant Welfare stations in the Lincoln Park system and ending with the roque courts in Washington, Garfield and Lincoln Parks. Roque, to be sure, is not a monopoly of the aged but it requires an amount of patience that can seldom develop in less than seventy or eighty years. An expert — that is to say, a very expert — can play a game of roque in an hour or an hour and a half, but less skillful players may require a day or a week. Judging by the looks of some of the grizzled devotees many games must have been going on for years and years. This is said in no spirit of derision. In a feverish world it is a pleasure to find an occasional spot where life and the game flow smoothly and men are willing to sit in the shade and let their opponents take all the time they want to plan and execute a difficult shot. From the first of April to the middle of November or the first of December, little groups of staid sportsmen foregather in the tree sheltered retreats that Washington By Ruth G. Bergman and Lincoln Parks have allotted to the clay courts. When inclement weather sends play ers indoors there are always games on the six covered courts in Garfield Park. Also tucked away out of sight of the less observant park promenad- ers is the game of bowls. Unlike roque which is a comparative upstart among games, being only sixty or seventy years old, bowls (not bowling) is of ancient lineage. The line was founded no later than the thirteenth cen tury and the game had the honor of being suppressed, or at least prohibited — Americans recognized the distinction — by Edward III and Richard II. Thus, by means of repeated proscriptions, it has survived for seven cen turies to slip insidiously into the hearts of Chicagoans. Aristocrat that it is, lawn bowl ing is a mannerly, low-voiced sport that is seen more than it is heard and not seen very much at that. Chicago's original lawn bowl ing club has always had its headquarters in Washington Park where the commissioners last year completed a new green and an at tractive new club house near the Fifty-third Street entrance. The two greens in Jackson Park have occupied the site of the old German building since the lamented day when that relic of the 1893 Fair ended its career in smoke and ashes. A third bowling green was com pleted last summer in Columbus Park. While many natives do not know that the game of bowls is played in Chicago, word of the local greens had reached New Zealand as long as four years ago, and fifty-three round- the-world bowlers from that country stopped off here for some international matches. The men who introduced bowls to Chicago have names that might have come out of the Wa- verley novels, and if that doesn't betray their birth or ancestry, their favorite winter sport does the trick. It is that nippy analogue of bowls known as curling, a game that has noth ing to do with permanent 'waves but has a close association with the big crop of ice which Scotland raises annually. Each winter Wash ington Park converts a section of lagoon into a curling gridiron and the players pray for freezing weather and plenty of it. Washington park also has a cricket field and this summer the local players went down to Grant Park to take on a team from Australia, much to the bewilder ment of passing — and stopping — motorists whose knowledge of the game was derived chiefly, if at all, from references by English novelists. Seafaring men and boys build their own model boats and sail them in the park lagoons and the model yacht basin that the South Park Commissioners built for them at Fifty-first Street and the lake. Though the model yachts look like over-size toys it takes a man sized amount of skill to build them. Their races are so highly organized that the appear ance of white sails on the basin of a Saturday or Sunday is less apt to indicate the presence of children at play than the occasion of sec tional races conducted by adults with the ul timate purpose of selecting the craft to be sent abroad to represent the United States in the international tournament. The great American revival of horseshoe pitching has affected all the parks. Lincoln Park alone has twenty courts on which, dur ing a single season, approximately twenty-five hundred games are played. Here the national championships were held last year. Another old timer which has worked its way into the program of the West Chicago Parks is ping pong. This year Jackson Park motorized its la goons, replacing the old row boats with elec tric launches. Lest the one time oarsman find a trip rather dull with nothing to do but to steer, the authorities thoughtfully installed ra dios to while away the time. These gondolas figure in the annual Venetian Night which is one of the most picturesque events on the South Park calendar. Every year two boats are decorated by each park in the system and entered in a colorful night pageant that at tracts thousands of spectators to the shores of the lagoons. The route is not lined with Ital ian palazzos but neither does the Grand Canal boast a more effective background than that supplied by the old Fine Arts Building (it may be the Museum of Science and Industry in the daytime, but it is still the Fine Arts Build ing by moonlight). Sports that are common to some of the playgrounds and parks in all of the systems are wrestling; gymnastics, track and field events; tennis; skating, ice and roller; practically all known varieties of ball: basket, base, foot, hand, touch, volley, playground, in door, soccer, O'Leary and marbles. And if it appeared that everybody in Chicago had moved out into the lake during the hottest summer weather, appearances were again de ceptive: thousands of citizens were defying the climate in the parks' many swimming pools. The Lincoln Park Commissioners report that from June to December of last year nearly 93,000 persons used the twenty hard clay ten nis courts. In a season of twenty-four weeks permits were issued for 3,184 baseball games and approximately 1,500 games were played without leave. The number of actual paid excursions in rowboats on the two lagoons amounted to more than 40,000. The majority of the games played in the parks are under the direction of experienced instructors. Champions and championship teams meet in inter-park competitions; and no big league pitcher works harder to get a share of the world series money than the representa tives of the parks play for a banner or a trophy to adorn their field houses. During the sum mer, there is not a {Continued on page 56) September, 1932 21 HOWARD JONES, ALONZO STAGG AND MEMBERS OF THE CAST OF Rac\ety Rax, A FOX FILM The Old Man Goes Hollywood A Fond Biographer Adds a Pensive Footnote THE movies finally got the Old Man. The same A. A. Stagg who, at the end of thirty years service at the Uni versity of Chicago, was inclined to reflect somewhat disparagingly on the silent drama, has gone to Hollywood. Of course, things have changed considerably in the cinema in dustry during the last ten years. For one thing, the movies no longer are silent. That offers a distinct advantage to the veteran foot ball tutor. And then, the completion of his fortieth year in the university, the last two of which have been under the progressive direction of the youthful Robert Maynard Hutchins, may have shown the Old Man the error of, let us say, his feelings with regard to the depiction of life on the silver screen. At any rate, the announcement that the Old Man had signed on the dotted line at the Fox studio to make a picture illustrating the evil of evil and the good of good, especially on a football field, seemed to strike a discord ant note in the golden memories that attach themselves to a careful observation of the Midway coach's championship of amateurism. Hollywood, in the light of these recollections, seemed just as remote from the path illumi nated by the Old Man's torch as his conver sion to repeal of the Eighteenth Amendment, the defection of the younger Rockefeller not withstanding. The movie lot just didn't seem to be the locale for the Old Man. And the misgivings were not entirely without founda tion, newspaper files reveal. For, on February 14, 1922, files of the Chicago Herald 6? Ex aminer disclose the anti-professional Stagg addressing University of Chicago students on the subject of accepting pay for participation in sport declared: "Professional athletes are a poor class to have in a university. They are much like the movie actors of Hollywood and others who get paid in money for being heroes, in that they have a tendency toward laxness of morals By Howard G. Mayer and in their belief that they are entitled to special privileges." The Old Man, of course, said other things, probably more significant, on this occasion, but he dwelt at length on the impossibility of mixing cash and character. A few days later, on February 25 to be exact, the same watchful sheet quoted the Old Man as follows: "The person who gets paid for being a pub lic hero, whether he or she be a movie star or a baseball player, is subject to a tendency toward moral laxness." Of course I don't suspect that after all these years the veteran crusader is going to fall victim to those malevolent influences of which he was so keenly conscious ten years ago, even though the straight and narrow path leading home from the Olympic games is via Hollywood. In any event, he is going to have a good opportunity to test his defenses against such sordid beckonings as may shadow him during his stay in movieland. I hold no brief for or against the Old Man's name flashing in mazda lamps along every rialto in the country. What he does with that name of his is entirely his own business, despite certain proprietary rights which the public may have seemed to acquire in it. After all, it's his name, and whether he uses it to glorify football or Hollywood is a matter of personal taste. But the fact remains that, at the age of seventy, the Old Man is succumbing to the long held opinion that he is just a human being. Whether there are financial reasons for his "going movie" is no consideration. For all I know, he is not receiving a single cent for cinema efforts, although it is a good bet that if he doesn't cash in on his box office value someone else will. For many years the veteran coach refrained from indulging in any work which might sug gest the taint professionalism as it is inter preted by the International Amateur Athletic Federation, the American Olympic Associa tion, the Amateur Athletic Union of the United States, and other such bulwarks of amateurism. Some months ago the Old Man was invited to say a few words on a "success story" pro gram broadcast nationally by a large adver tiser. Although he played with the idea, and although he was somewhat moved by the fact that such notables as President Walter Dill Scott of Northwestern University, Lorado Taft, Mayor A. J. Cermak, Kenneth Collins, Eddie Rickenbacker, and others had appeared on the program, he nevertheless sidestepped the invitation. From a source close to him it was revealed that the Old Man felt that the public might suspect he was being paid for his words of wisdom and, while such was not the case, he did not want to lay himself open to that suspicion. Even as recently as July 18, 1932, in an official biographical sketch of the septuage narian football coach issued by the University of Chicago department of public relations, the following appears: "He has steadfastly refused to use his posi tion for any personal gain, declining to take advantage of opportunities that would com mercialize his prestige." Some ten years ago it 'was the writer's pleas ant duty to sketch the life of the Old Man for a local newspaper. That sketch later made its appearance in booklet form and was widely- distributed. The picture drawn there met with the hearty approval of those who love the Old Man, those who believe in him the way they do in their religion. What a different light — or shall we say- shadow? — his announced debut in the movies would have cast over that sketch! The Old Man — gone Hollywood! 22 The Chicagoan D O R O T H Y H A C K OLSEN'SCHX Western Women's Champion, Dorothy Hac\ is as feminine as lingerie and as attrac tive as you \now what but she runs men tennis stars into the ground without draw ing a deep breath. She is as fast on the courts as her husband, Stanley Hac\ of the Cubs, is on the bases. Do?-othy has spent a pleasant summer giving the top flight players of the Chicago Town and Tennis Club inferiority complexes which they'll carry to their graves. In her first year of tennis, she won the Girls' l^ational Hard Courts Championships, and has been winning tournaments ever since. This youngster will climb to the top of the heap some day, mar\ my words, l^ever mind, I'll mar\ them myself. — George Dunscomb. MAX RABINOFF The veteran and colorful impresario who, if all goes well, will bring a season of opera to Chicago this winter. On his experienced shoidders will fall the tas\ of restoring the Audi torium to its erstwhile glamorous estate. The picture of the maestro dates from the dawn of the century when his name was coupled importantly with the affairs of the Boston ?V^i- tional Opera Company and the triumphant tours of Pavlowa and ltAord\in. — R. P. Not a Cough in a Camel Or Through Soldier's Field With Gun and Camera By Robert P o l l a k ONE Alfredo Salmaggi, a specialist in baseball park opera, opened the season with a production of Aida in Soldier's Field on the breezy Sunday evening of August 28. The Maestro patently likes his opera plenty grand. For Verdi's Ethiopian tragedy he uses camels, elephants, Egyptian bronchoes with Thirty-fifth Street Egyptian broncho bust ers, not to mention a formidable array of cho ruses, ballet, supers, orchestra and principals. The Maestro gives you the works. His stage was set facing the horseshoe at the south end of the field. The space immediately in front of it held orchestra seats that stretched back to the concrete stands. Unfortunately a vigorous south wind prevailed all evening, blowing considerable music toward Evanston and eternity. At the podium Guiseppe Crea- tore, just the fellow for opera in a baseball park, pumped wildly for volume. But the gang up by the electric scoreboard couldn't have heard his band. In the first act several jolly rows broke out in the stands and two of the boys from back of the yards, disgusted with this particular sports event, had to be poured out of the stadium by the gendarmes. The vendors of peanuts, popcorn, hot dogs and cushions, bored with Creatore and Verdi too, did their bit to drown out the opera. And one poor old gentleman who should have been home in bed with a hot water bottle, sneezed intermittently and rhythmically through the Celeste Aida. But the more general excitement was re served for the triumphal scene. When the menagerie filed past the orchestra everybody climbed on the back of his seat. Ex-Civic Opera boxholders shouted: "Down in Front." The Mundy negro chorus, delivered once more into bondage, marched on the stage and then marched off again. A spirited Arabian steed tried to walk into the first three rows down stairs. Just good, clean innocent fun all around. During the calmer moments of the evening when vaguely familiar strains drifted faintly up to row thirteen it could be determined that Pasquale Ferrara (Rhadames) was not a very good tenor, that the glorious old Amato (Amonasro) could still pour out robust tone, and that Anna Leskaya (Aida) owns a dra matic soprano that I should very much like to hear some time where the traffic isn't so heavy. The Novikoff ballet, glad to be back at work again, cavorted pleasantly. The crowd wavered from good-natured to enthusiastic and umpty-thousand people can't be wrong. Prospects for a thump ing season of opera, probably about twelve weeks long from November 15 on, center around the heroic impresario on the opposite page. Max Rabinoff, a Chicagoan with wide and picturesque experience, proposes to bring a first-class cooperative company into the old Auditorium Theatre, which is even now in the hands of the contractors and decorators. The regisseur Rabinoff, Chicago's operatic man of the hour, worked for the Kimball piano company here twenty or twenty-five years ago. He originated a series of startling recitals at the old Auditorium at one of which a fresh young tenor named John McCormack made his debut. With this series Rabinoff began to cut his eye teeth in one of the most dan gerous businesses extant. He discovered and sponsored for America the fragile Pavlowa and the agile Mordkin. In 1908 Boston organized an opera company and built itself a fine new home. Until the outbreak of the war the Boston Opera worked in close affiliation with the Metropolitan, giv ing about ninety performances each season. In 1915 the group went into bankruptcy and Rabinoff bought the property in and began to tour as the Boston National Opera Company. His barnstormers hit Fort Wayne, Indiana, one night in 1916 and gave your correspondent his first chance to hear a big-time Faust. Maggie Teyte was the charming Gretchen and the Spaniard Mardones, who died the other day, sang a remarkable Mephisto. After the main show Rabinoff knocked the Hoosiers off their seats with the Polivetzian dances. That was ballet. But the Boston National, although at first remarkably successful, fell to the bankers in 1917. Rabinoff picked up some of the pieces, hired Pavlowa again, and went touring with his own opera company. Urban designed him some special sets for The Dumb Girl of Por- tici. And if we are to believe two or three veteran witnesses around town, this particular season brought the maestro to artisic heights. He produced, at this time, the most beautiful shows that the country had ever seen. The Rabinoff of 1932, hoping to flourish in the Chicago soil, has wise ly turned back to the Auditorium. It is a theatre for which music-lovers all over town have expressed a significant nostalgia. Men are at work this minute making it once more a livable and lovable place. For singers he has the world as a field. Two continents swarm with tenors and sopranos looking for work. The fact that his venture will be cooperative may keep some of the erstwhile big names from taking even the smallest gamble. But I suspect that Rabinoff has set a few traps around town and he may emerge any day now with a list of shiny guarantors and shinier principals. It is too soon to mention names. Moran- zoni will definitely assist in the orchestral pit. The repertoire holds several interesting possi bilities: Prince Igor in toto; Rimsky's A Nj'ght in May; Lysistrata as the Russians did it, with unaccompanied voices; a Carmen and a Carmencita, following close upon one an other to give the heterodox and the orthodox a chance to compare notes; Boris in the original version; and a Faust, Butterfly and Martha . . . in English, bejabbers. Rabinoff sounds very exciting to me. If anyone can raise the Chicago operatic corpse he is the fellow. He has presumably learned by his failures. He is a shrewd showman and an honest artist. He will ring up his curtain in a noble old house. And, unless I miss my guess, there will be inexpensive seats galore in the ticket racks. Wax-Works '""POPPING the Victor list for August -*- is the Musical Masterpiece Set M-130, John Carpenter's S\yscrapers. Not the best of the Chicago composer's works, it never theless affords many fascinating rhythmi cal patterns and a few grand tunes. S\y scrapers, a ballet of modern American life, cries for choreography. In performance at Orchestra Hall it seemed repetitious and strained without scenic and human images. On the records it receives superlative performance from Nat Shilkret and the Victor Symphony. The failure of Skyscrapers as symphonic mu sic lies in its several themes. Carpenter suggests bravely the massed buildings, the wild clash of city life, the motley crowd of Coney Island. His orchestra is colorful, bold and modern in the best sense. But his tunes, treated to cross-harmonies and sweet jazz ac companiment, suggest the turkey-trot and bunny-hug period not the subtle, sentimental ditties of the 1930's. The maudlin themes of Skyscrapers speak of the early Irving Berlin, the honky-tonk, and Everybody's Doing It. Their tony orchestral clothes disguise them not. John McCormack and John Charles Thomas contribute two small pressings to the Victor list. The Irish tenor is heard in a doubling of Wolf's Anacreon's Grab and something called The Bitterness of Love. The Wolf is sung with icy precision and heartlessness. We didn't try the other side. Thomas turns out a new version of Old Man River that leans heavily and not unpleasantly on the dramatic side. It doesn't sound like Robeson but why should it? The doubling is Ole Speaks' Sylvia. Who is Sylvia, anyway? Why is she? Stokowski and the Philadelphians add an other magnificent Bach Chorale Prelude to the catalogue, the stirring Out of the Deep I Call to Thee. The arranger is not mentioned but it is probably the energetic Leopold. A record no Bach enthusiast should miss. C onclude the Victor offerings with a Gus Arnheim pressing of Tou're Blase, an English song that has invaded the American dance halls. A well-designed hit. The eminent Chevalier release two from his forthcoming film Love Me Tonight. Both are products of Rog- (Continued on page 52) September, 1932 25 Personal Intelligence Notes on the Summer Sojourns of the Town By Caroline S. Krum POINT IDEAL, ONTARIO, CAN ADA. — Waking early this morning, long before the breakfast gong, I found the world veiled in silver mist. Pine -woods and the waters of the lake were hidden. An occasional birch gleamed white in the near distance. Just below my -window the sunflow ers in the vegetable garden stood tall and ghostly yellow. The black and white collie pup came out from his bed beneath the porch and looked around for excitement. Disap pointment. Not even the cats — a Persian grandmother, her two daughters and seven kits — were up, two or three -white chickens being the only signs of life. Not half enough for a healthy young pup with a penchant for teasing. There is a rift of light in the east and sud denly the sun comes out, burning away the mist, scattering the pale gray ribbons through the trees and away to nothingness. The day is here, another long bright lazy day to be spent floating idly about the surface of the lake; casting a shining plug in the shadow of a log in the hope of luring a recalcitrant bass from its damp lair; walking through the pine- needled forest or along a rocky shore; diving into the soft warm water, or just sitting. We are in Canada, some seven hundred miles from home; three hundred over fine wide roads to Detroit; three hundred over poor and ill marked roads up the eastern shores of Lake Huron to the southeastern tip of Georgian Bay and then something more than a hundred to our destination, Lake of Bays, magnificent piece of Canadian water with a different mile of shoreline for every day in the year. The last dozen miles wind through the woods on a bumpy narrow little road. We leave the car parked at Britannia and whirl over the lake in a snappy little outboard motor boat, piloted by Ralph, eldest son of the house of Boothby, to Point Ideal, where a warm welcome, comfortable rooms and good food await us. The world of out of doors lies before us. There are no motor cars to raise a dust and a smell, no roads, no baseball games; so far I haven't even discovered a radio. At half past eight today instead of eight, because it is Sunday morning, the breakfast gong will ring. There will be orange juice and cereal, Canadian bacon, liver, eggs, mediocre coffee and excellent tea. O yes, this is British land — the signs along the roads tempted passersby with chicken on buns, hamburgers and tea. Route markers were or namented with a handsome crown and in formed you that this was "The King's High way," number so and so. "Dominion," "Imperial," and "Royal," were used instead of "National," "American," and such, for hotels, shops and brands of food. After breakfast boats will set out for Hay stack Bay, where in a little chapel the Cowley Fathers — generous and indefatigable mission aries of the Church of England to all who dwell in these parts — will conduct the morn ing service. After church there will be a con test on the tennis courts or perhaps a game of quoits between a Rhodes scholar who "played tennis for Oxford," and a man who "swam for Yale." For dinner, the grand meal of the week, there will be turkey and ice cream. No one accepts an invitation to dine out on Sunday here at Point Ideal. Few Chicago folk come this way. The Arthur Smalls have been com ing up here for some twenty years. Dr. Small is a Canadian born and knows and loves this part of the world and his wife has become as passionately attached to it. They have a charming little cabin on the edge of the lake, the simplest abode imaginable, with a cosy sitting room, a bedroom, a veranda, and an enormous bathroom (the tub has never been used, since the Smalls, like everyone else here, prefer to take their cakes of soap down to the lake for morning ablutions). Between the cottage and the lake is a cun ning little rock garden, the -whole layout as unpretentious as can be and thoroughly de lightful. They take their meals at the Booth- bys and spend their days in or on the water with canoes and sailboats for transportation. The Henry Hoopers and the Albert Pattous were up here last summer. Katherine Cornell has a special cottage for her visits to this part of the world. Stephen Leacock summers an hour or two down the Toronto highway. Names are interesting but of slight importance here where Americans, Canadians and Scots men mingle in calm and incurious agreement. There is some talk of politics and govern ment, of news and urban excitements, but in the main life is simpler than that. One sits a few minutes after meals chatting about any thing and everything, and then disappears by boat for the rest of the day. As I write — breakfast is now over and I have migrated for the morning — my desk is a flat rock, made to order, I swear, and my chair a cushion of pine needles. Great oaks and evergreens dapple my "study" with flecks of golden sunlight. An occasional boat slides past on the water just below my feet — three canoes with three pad- dlers in each, naked from the waist up, have just slipped by on their way to Bigwin Island. A friend of mine once said that her idea of heaven -was a place where you woke up every morning with a dozen things that sim ply had to be done and you never did them and nobody ever cared. As far as I am con cerned. Point Ideal is even more like heaven than that. As we were leaving Chi cago to come to Point Ideal, I realized sud denly that the summer was almost over. The pretty world, a large part of which has stayed at home in this year of our Lord 1932 to enjoy a simple and inexpensive season (the best in many a moon, as they will all admit without urging) was beginning to scatter for a few weeks' change. August is Chicago's nomadic month. A few were headed for Europe; others for the Atlantic seaboard; and still others to nearby resorts — the Huron Mountain clubs, the Keego and Coleman lake clubs, Charlevoix, Harbor Point, Mackinac and Desbarats. Desbarats, whither so many of our citizens go each summer, is another Canadian retreat much like this beautiful Lake of Bays. It is there that the Robert J. Thornes have their fine summer camp and dispense hospitality to so many of their friends and the friends of their children and grandchildren. The Ernest Noyes family also have a charming island lodge at Desbarats, although at the moment their interests and activities are centered in Chi cago preparatory to the coming wedding of their daughter, Florence, and George Towner Senseney, of St. Louis, which will' take place on September eighth at St. Chrysostom's. Others in the summer colony include the Bert Erskines, whose house there has been rented during August to the Russell Kelleys and the junior Harry B. Clows; the Theodore Prox- mires, of Lake Forest, Miss Jane Morton and the Allen Bells. Shorts or slacks of khaki or denim are de riguer for both sexes in these northern re sorts, with sneakers and short sox for one's feet and sweat shirts of cotton or flannel when it's too chilly for bathing suits. Wolf week at the "Soo," whence Des barats is only a short motor ride away, at tracted the natives from miles around as well as all the summer folk cruising in northern waters or doing a season of island dwelling. The highlight of the week was the Sweet Ade line contest. The singers from the various communities were each assigned a special lamp post on the main street -where they might meet and practice whenever the spirit (or possibly spirits) moved them, the only restriction being that when any resident objected because of the lateness of the hour, they must call quits for that night. At the end of the week a prize was given for the best quartette render ing of Sweet Adeline. What an opportu nity . . . September, with sum mer definitely on the wane and winter in the not too distant offing, will find Chicago's fash ionable world returning from its various junketings. Socially speaking, the season ahead of us promises to be just as quiet, if not more so, than it was last year, despite the fact that almost everyone is looking considerably more cheerful than was the case twelve months ago. Large philanthropic parties and small infor mal gatherings will (Continued on page 56) 26 The Chicagoan THE GATEWAY TO THE WEST TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN'S CAMERA AND MOTORISTS TOWNBOUND FROM WEST AND NORTH TRACE A DELICATE PATTERN INFORM ING THAT THE EVE IS AT EIGHT AND CHIOAOO AT PLAY Septf.m b f. r , 193 2 27 THE DEBUTANTES OF 1932-33 PATSY KEITH ELEANOR LITSINGER ELSIE EARLE MARTHA LEE The Chicagoan HERALD THE DAWNING SEASON ELEANOR PAGE ELLEN TRUAX LYDIA SWIFT MARIE SWIFT September, 1932 29 THEIR GRACIOUS HIGHNESSES ELIZABETH BUNTING MARY SENIOR BETTY GILLIES JANET BARD 30 The Chicagoani ADORN THE SOCIAL PANORAMA EDNA DOERING MARY LOUISE MORRIS CAROLINE AND BARBARA BULLARD BETTY BRAWLEY September, 1932 31 HAPPY THE BRIDE THE BRIDE S DINNER TABLE. GOBLETS OF SWEDISH CRYSTAL, ONSLOW FLATWARE, CENTERPIECES IN HUNT CLUB PATTERN. WEDGEWOOD PLATES, SPAULDING-GORHAM. THE LIQUEUR TRAY FOR THE TABLE AT THE LEFT. SWEDISH CRYSTAL IN A LILY OF THE VALLEY DESIGN. FOR THESE SHE WILL BLESS YOU. THE CHINA, MINTON THE TUMBLERS, CASE GLASS THE SILVER IS MODERN BUT REPRODUCED FROM OLD PIECES. SPAULDING-GORHAM. A, l7\D happy the groom for whom the rose bowl flows. Practically any male would leap for the altar if he could be assured of af fairs as festive as that for which Spaulding-Gorham set the two buffet tables illustrated. The table which seems suspiciously liquid was laid for a bach elor supper but done so beautifully that any of the pieces on it would ma\e an exquisite gift to ma\e the bride happy as well. She will find food for thought in each of the three tables shown. There is no more delightful way for the young hostess to entertain than the buffet supper. She is following in the finest traditions of American entertaining, for the buffet has been a fa vorite with us from the time of the Colonial grande dame. The huge punch bowl is particularly American — and fun, too. The third table is for her proud dinners, and loo\s forward hopefully to re peal or bac\ward to Dad's pre-war cellar. The dinner table is a subtle blend of patterns which carry the same graceful spirit throughout. The silver on all tables is modern but many pieces are reproductions or intro duce some of the feeling of old Georgian silver or Sheffield. The gracefully curved handles of the On slow flatwear are reminis cent of the great old \nives of the seventeenth century and harmonize beautifully with the cen terpiece and candles in Hunt Club pattern. In the English feeling too are the Wedgewood service plates. A return to stately old customs is indicated bv the exquisitely cut goblets of Swedish crystal, which are used here, not only in the water goblets but in the traditional cham pagnes and wine glasses for each course. The tiny liqueur glasses on their little silver tray are of the same crys tal, a charming delicate pattern of lily of the val ley sprays. The buffet table, which companions the revelry ta ble, has a handsome chaf ing dish and two lovely entree trays. The plates are salad size in Minton uu'th a gold and wide green border, and pastel pin\s and blues in the cen ter, while the cups are in glowing deep blue with gold borders. A magnificent gift for your favorite bride is the coffee service reproduced 32 The Chicagoan WHOM SILVER SHINES ON WHEN GOOD FELLOWS GET TOGETHER. FOR THE GROOM S BACHELOR SUPPER AND FOR WIVES WHO ARE GOING TO KEEP THEIR HUSBANDS AT HOME. SPAULDING-GORHAM. AN ORIENTAL GROUP FROM YAMANAKA. THE AN TIQUE CHINESE FIGURE MAKES A LOVELY LAMP BASE. from an old set, on its dis tinguished gadro on-bor dered tray. An unusually beautiful piece is the water pitcher with exquisite de tails on its handle and the candelabra, both reproduc tions of Georgian patterns. The water glasses and coc\tails on the groom's table are in deep blue French Case glass. A charming small gift is the cheese dish in silver with opaque glass lining the cheese compartment and a silver compartment for crackers. If you want to bas\ in the groom's smile as well as the bride's you could shut your eyes, select any gift from the drin\er's ta ble, and both bride and groom will fall upon you with joy whenever you ap pear. The piece de resist ance is the huge rose-pet- aled punch bowl of ham mered silver, on its tray which repeats the petal outline. Or the enormous gallon sha\er, which really holds a gallon of bever age besides its ice. The porous cor\ of this screws on and off so that it may be dried separately instead of molding away the way cor\s do in the usual sil ver sha\er. The simple silver high balls and the austere curves of the ice bowl are perfect examples of mod ern silversmithing. An auto-jigger top is set into the cut crystal whis\y de canter so that one jigger — no more, no less — is poured with each tilt of the bottle. A splendid safeguard for the later eve ning hours when the host's eye is not what it used to be. Spaulding - Gorham do many things with silver in either modern designs or in old patterns applied to new uses. They use an old Georgian piece to re produce for a modern smo\er's tray, shown on the groom's table with its compartment for cigars and cigarettes, its attrac tive little spirit lamp con verted into a modern lighter, and a set of indi vidual silver ashtrays fitted into one of the trays. They have a delightful re production of an old \et- tie on an alcohol stand for hot water at tea time and a magni/icent deep silver platter with a rococo bor der, which Ioo^s as if it had been handed down from great ¦ great - grand - mother hut is divided with ORIENTAL OBJECTS OF ART GIVE A TOUCH OF FINISH AND A GLOW OF BEAUTY TO ALMOST ANY INTERIOR. A COLLECTION OF GIFTS FROM YAMANAKA. modern efficiency into three compartments for three vegetables — a grand serving piece. Another tray is divided into two parts, one for bacon and one for eggs. A lovely old covered bowl is repro duced to ma\e a silver hot muffin dish which would ??ia^e a joy of breakjast. September, 1932 33 ISSN* ' "»<* MEMBERS OF THE EMPRESS OF BRITAIN CRUISE CAMP IN THE SHADOW OF THE PYRAMIDS FOR A NIGHT AND ARE ENTERTAINED BY NATIVES OF THE DESERT. THE TALLEST TREES IN THE WORLD. IN AUSTRALIA'S EUCALYPT FORESTS. -•--•<»„.,:.¦ :- WINTER SPORTS ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS OF AUSTRALIA CONTRAST WITH THE ALMOST TROPIC LUXURIANCE OF TIMBER BELOW. ON THE CARINTHIA CRUISE. THE TEDDY BEAR COMES TO LIFE IN THE LOVABLE AUSTRALIAN KOALA. AN AGILE NATIVE RUNS UP TO GET US A COCOANUT. CEYLON IS ONE OF THE VIVID COUNTRIES VISITED ON THE RESOLUTE's ROUND OF THE WORLD. 34 T^iv, Chicagoan PRACTICALLY LIKE A PRIVATE YACHT CRUISE WILL BE THE JAUNT TO THE SOUTH SEAS BY THE SIX THOUSAND TON MOTOR YACHT STELLA POLARIS. THE PRIDE OF THE FLEET. MORE THAN FORTY THOU SAND TONS OF BEAUTY AND LUXURY, THE EMPRESS OF BRITAIN CIRCLES THE GLOBE IN DECEMBER. Eighty Ports Around the World And Fife on the Ocean Wave By Lucia Lewis WHEN Johnny came marching home in June and a million or so sheepskins began collecting dust, the smile of wel come was just a trifle strained. By this time his smile has become strained, too. It is not comfortable to sit about all summer while the graybeards of the world discuss one as a Major Problem. Johnny, however, has one great ad vantage, in spite of the peculiar year in which he has been thrust into the world. In the old days, if he did not hanker to start climbing the ladder in father's business at once, he had to run off to sea. Now the wise people urge that he be sent off to sea for a while lest he intrude in the already overcrowded halls of business. If Johnny is wise he -will take them up on the offer and get his reservation in before dad changes his mind. There's no place like shipboard on which to forget either that one is a problem or has a problem. And there's no year like this in which to do it up grand and make the dreamed-of circuit of the world — for the costs are so reduced that it seems expensive to stay at home in contrast. Whether for Johnny's fresh eye or the jaded eye of the man who has started to collect his retired annuity, the itin eraries of the 1932-1933 world cruises are exciting and glamorous and a revelation of wonders. There are varied routes and varied ports of call, there are big ships, middle-sized ships and little ships, and each cruise has its own particular enchantment. China, Japan, India, Egypt or the South Seas, Australia, Africa, South America — you can choose any of these and do them on one or the other of the scheduled cruises. And if you choose to select your own route and zigzag independently as the spirit moves you about the globe you can do that too on the inde pendent cruises arranged by the Dollar Line, THE BRILLIANT COCKTAIL BAR DECORATED BY HEATH ROBINSON FOR THE EMPRESS OF BRITAIN. or N. Y. K. and Cunard in cooperation. The earliest of the cruises and one of the most magnificent, on Canadian Pacific's re splendent Empress of Britain, leaves New York the first week in December, reaching the Holy Land at Christmas and Cairo for New Year's Eve — two red letter dates at the perfect spot for each of them. With a few changes Ham burg-American's Resolute and the Italian Au gustus cover the same route beginning in Jan uary. These three ships concentrate on the glories of Egypt and Greece, India, China and Japan, Ceylon, Java, Siam, and the Malay States, the Philippines and Hawaii. After a gay stop at Madeira and visits along the French and Ital ian Riviera, Italy and Greece, there is the star tling contrast of the Holy Land and Egypt. First the Biblical air of Palestine, the feeling of awe at the living reality of names and places which have always had an other-world sense about them, the intense religious life of the three races which live on what is Holy Land to each of them. And then a few days later the maze of Cairo with its brilliant hotels and balls and races, its busy bazaars. Utter world- liness and supreme sophistication, contrasted with the simplicity of Palestine and the loom ing pyramids and tombs of Egypt's old, old civilization. Five days fly in Egypt and India lies ahead. The huddle of races and the sound of a hun dred tongues in Bombay and Calcutta. Gay, extremely British, affairs contrasted with the burning ghats on the Ganges. Rich Parsee ladies at the races, dressed in costly Vionnet and Worth creations, smart and sophisticated to their finger tips. But, looming outside the city, the Parsee Towers of Silence to which the smartest and most modern Parsee body is car ried to be devoured by vultures as Parsee dead have been carried for centuries and centuries. The train across India, the unbelievable shining beauty of the Taj Mahal, a revelation, no matter how many pictures and reproduc tions one has seen. Magnificent temples and palaces and forts everywhere at Agra and Delhi and Benares. A ride at dawn to Tiger Hill in the Himalayas to see the sun rising above Mount Everest, the misty eternal chal lenge to explorers. Tropic beauty flourishes lavishly in Ceylon, green and lush with the scent of spices in the air. The jewel shops on the streets of Colombo flash with fabulous jewels — pearls, rubies, sapphires, amethysts, topaz — which come to us from this part of the world. Ceylon and Sumatra have many tropic thrills, rides on elephants, luxurious planta tions and wild scenery, (Turn to page 50) September, 1932 35 Pale Lost Lilies A Barrister Discovers a Poefs Meaning HAVE you ever in a dream felt yourself to be in some vaguely familiar, yet un- remembered spot? You must have, if your dreams follow the well known Freudian conventions. Anyway, that is how I felt when I found myself once more in the lobby of a theatre; when I passed through the portals and inhaled again the faintly nostalgic aroma of a playhouse; when even the little usher who handed me a program seemed a long lost friend. Much has been written about the spell and adventure of a first night, that never staling moment which in some subtle way dif fers from all other experiences. Shrewder pens than mine have tried to explain the com radeship which is engendered between first- nighters, who otherwise would find no com mon meeting ground; the pervasive excitement over an event which in itself has but little importance in the great scheme of Life; the lure which beckons to judges and gangsters, to debutantes and prostitutes, to professors and race-track bookies, to you and me. Men more mellow in the theatre than . I have dropped tears in, their beers over the pitiful desuetude of the stage as an institution and over the long, long time between premieres. But I will -wager than not even Ashton Ste vens got more kick out of the opening of Cynara at the Grand than I did. There may have been more brilliant open ings, but never a more welcome one. It was like getting home after a long trip. Miss Bromberg of the Shubert office with her hands full of tickets and her eyes darting here and there in search of critics greeted us with her friendly smile. Stevens, Borden, Lewis and McQuigg came in, chatting with their retinues of wives, relatives and friends, as the case might be. Alone and austere, Charles Collins enters as though it were all business, as in deed it should be for a reviewer. Of course, Kid Sherman was there. The Kid now runs a soda fountain on the Boul North of the Bridge, confidently expecting, he says, that beer will come back and change the charac ter of his establishment. Jack Garrity, brown from much Cub rooting, wore that slightly worried look so becoming to authors and man agers at an opening. Judge Lyle was among those present, close to the orchestra and ac companied by that amiable amorist, Phil Davis. Lake Shore Drive had its representative in the charming Margaret Carr, gallantly escorted by a handsome swain. It has been a long summer, but the Harrison Orange Hut has departed from the lobby, and the stage once more claims its rightful domain. As I sit down to chat about Cynara there comes over me a strange sense of exaltation, that I have only one play to review and a whole page to devote to it. After numerous attempts to crowd comment on half a dozen shows into my limited space, it is a relief to me, if not to my readers, to By William C. Boyden have a chance to write just as much as I want to on a subject which is congenial. And it is always congenial to talk of a good play and about actors who speak literate English and handle their hands and feet with facility. Of such are Cynara and its interpreters. The title of this drama elicited a great out pouring of journalistic erudition about Ernest Dowson, one of the most flamboyant . play boys of the Yellow Age. And, naturally, a renewed interest in the beautiful poem which so many decadent sophomores have recited to palpitant lassies at the fraternity dances, and which has been made the basis for so much phoney rationalization of unrestrained con duct. Strictly speaking, the play does not take much from the poem, except the line suggest ing, that there may be fashions in faithfulness. Dowson's protagonist was a devil of a fellow. He went around buying red lips, tossing roses about in great profusion, yelling for headier wines, wilder jazz and generally behaving in a manner to make the judicious grieve. Nothing could be further from the activities or philosophy of Jim Warlock, the hero (if he can be so termed) of the drama. This rising young barrister is the acme of respectability. If he lived in Chicago, he would doubtless be passing the plate at the Fourth Presbyterian Church. Certainly he would be in excellent standing at the Chicago Club. Such a back ground would never have been Ernest Dow son's, who is generally supposed to have been writing autobiography in his lovely lyrical outpourings. No, Warlock is seeking no surcease from an unrequited love. Rather, his wife adores him, and he her. Impelled biologically, sen timentally and entirely fortuitously, he enters into the type of relationship with a shop-girl which can be casual and yet -which may be tragic. He is too decent to throw the affair off lightly, too kindly to kiss and run. So he lets the matter get out of hand and finds him self in the headlines and the star witness at the coroner's inquest over the body of a sui cide. But all of this affects his love for his wife only from the standpoint of bad con science. And therein he is "faithful in his fashion." That he finds forgiveness at the final curtain is in line with the tolerant moral ities of our present day, but should afford but limited comfort to other husbands who get that straying urge. There are not many wives like Clemency Warlock. Cynara is not likely to become part of the dramatic literature of the ages, but it is the kind of play which will have wide appeal, dealing in well bred man ner with a group of attractive persons and a situation common to everyday experience with out being in any way banal. The authors have employed the movie technique of short scenes, a method effective in creating good theatre but tending to pain dramatic profes sors who cry for unity, coherence and empha sis. I particularly liked the brief love scene between the guilty pair in the garden of a hide-away country inn, the girl tremulous and frightened, the man uneasy yet desirous. Again, the supper party, where the cynical friend, Tring, leads Warlock into an unaccus tomed pick-up, is a nice piece of comedy. And the passages between the husband and the wife are sensitive, restrained and recognizable by even the most recently married. As much can not be said for the more melodramatic moments attendant upon the girl's death, or for a burlesque bathing beauty contest. That all good actors are not in Hollywood is proved beyond peradven- ture by the polished group of worldlings who are employed to merchandise this modern and very human fable. In fact, the cast here is one of the best which has been in Chicago for some time. The arduous part of Warlock falls to the eminent Philip Merivale. And his task ,is .no easy one; being first the reticent male holding back from feminine importunities; then the decent man embroiled in a hole-and- corner intrigue; finally the husband, wanting forgiveness, yet too fine to ask it. All this Mr. Merivale carries off with honesty of feel ing and delicacy of implication. Less polite handling of the material at hand could too easily reduce the situation to a vulgar level. At Warlock's side throughout his difficulties is one of those characters which English au thors love so well, an attractive, cynical old rake with an epigrammatic tongue. You know, the kind of role for which Henry Stephenson is usually cast. In fact, Mr. Stephenson did this very part in the New York run of the play. Sir Guy Standing is the present in cumbent and extremely smooth. My only criticism of Sir Guy is his benignity. This may be the result of having seen him too often as the upright, moral gentleman of the Mr. Moonlight school. He just does not look wicked. But as his epigrams are generally an innocuous warming over of Oscar Wilde, per haps it is as well not to have too sinister an actor in the role. Unless I had been told, I would not have thought that Phoebe Foster and Nancy Sher idan are American girls, so snugly do they fit into the English atmosphere of the piece. Both Miss Foster and Miss Sheridan are capital. The former gives to the wife a rare dignity and a lucid understanding. The latter pro jects the naive, undisciplined emotion of the shop-girl with depth and conviction. Mary Newnham-Davis clearly establishes that the British wise-cracking girl is much easier to tolerate than her American counterpart. If the quality of Cynara is an augury of what the season will bring us, we may cease shaking our heads over the condition of the theatre and settle back to the prospect of some very pleasant evenings. 36 The Chicagoan PAUL STO> NANCY SHERIDAN If the play Cynara closely followed Dowson's poem, Miss Sheridan would he a rose which Phillip Merivale flings riotously to the throng. But the sophistic faithfulness of the barrister in the play is far more temperate than the excesses of the poet's hero. In any case, this lovely Seattle girl with the perfect Cochjiey accent is an entirely understandable reason for Mr. Merivale' s dilemma. Her accent can be traced to an English education and her dramatic ability to a fine training in the J\[ational Stoc\ Company in Washington. — W. C. B. The Lindbergh Beacon by day and its tremendous pedestal by night afford curiously contradictory inspiration to the eloquent camera of A. George Miller Urban Phenomena Dazzling but Dazed . . . the Debutante in Depression By Virginia Skinkle THERE is an undercurrent of gaiety in the air ... it is the beginning of a New Season. Anything could Happen . . . even a Debutante! In spite of the De pression we understand that the Usual Crop of Buds is imminent . . . the most current Topic of Conversation being, Formal or In formal Bowing. Our recollection is that if it were left to the Debutantes all Bowing would prolly be most Informal. On account of what is a Debutante ... if not Informal? Far be it from us to accuse Chicago of not being thoroughly Debutante Conscious, BUT from what we were told of the novel manner in which Asheville, North Carolina, once pre sented her Bevy EN MASSE . . . we must look to our laurels. A Large Hotel was chos en. Finances were pooled, and when the fortunate guests arrived did they see the usual receiving line with Proud Mother, the Bored Father and the Palpitating Debutante? They did not. At one end of the room a large Stage had been erected, the Floral Offerings arranged with Taste about an ingenious contraption . . . namely a huge book with the year inscribed upon the cover. The audience seated, Silent and Expectant, a Page Boy appeared resplend ent in doublet and hose. And what did he do? He fired a Gun, at which point the cover of the book flew open and the Entire List of that season's Debutantes marched forth to the thundering applause of Those Present. How's that for a Swell Send Off? Of course if any body objects to the Fire Arms a Whistle could be substituted. The whole idea being . . . they're off with a Bang . . . and may the Spoils be Equally Divided. S everal times Hooray for the Debutante and her Mad Round of activity. She likes Attention, Good Looking Clothes, Jazz, Flattery and Men With Money. Things that Bore her are . . . Walking Shoes, Wagnerian Music, Card Tricks, Vegetables and the adjective "Sweet." She Knows the Latest Smart Cracks, the Newest "K.T." Recipes and practically all the Head Waiters. She Drives a Car, Rides a Horse, Plays Good Bridge and Adores Palm Beach. She makes four engagements for one evening and keeps three of them. She never remembers any body's Last Name. In spite of the temptation to have a Little Fun at the Debutante's expense, far be it from us to withhold her full measure of praise. Her limitless capacity for frivolity, her enthusiasm for each day's pleasure, her sublime uncon sciousness of responsibility are attributes of untold value in this sad, old work-a-day world. This and That . . . Here and There: At this point we seem to be hav ing a little End-of-the-Summer Trouble. In fact we're pretty pleased about it . . . what with all our romping back to town from vaca tions spent Hither, Thither and Yon. We are whipping up the Boul Mich on daily shop ping excursions. We are Ga-ga over the Sailor Hats and the leg o' mutton sleeves on after noon dresses and the Empireish evening gowns with those Regal but Difficult Tee-rains. We are having no end of "Hello Everybody" par ties around Places. We know Now that John Farwell (third, to you) and Fuzzy Bissell prolly caught the Largest Muskie afloat and that half a dozen people made the unfortunate discovery that Majorca was not as inexpensive as advertised. Have you heard the story about the man who was out walking in the country when he came upon a child drowning? Perceiving No Aid in sight he tore off his shoes and looped to the rescue. Safely back on shore he discovered that the child was Scottish. Presently the Father loomed up on the scene. "Are you the man who saved my Bairn?" he asked. "I am," replied the Gentleman-with-a- life-guard-complex. "Well then, and where's his hat?" Deering DAVIS is follow- lowing a lot of Polo Ponies out to California in October . . . Betty Dixon is playing in Otis Chatfield-Taylor's Stock Company on Cape May . . . Luke Williams sailed on the S. S. Gripsholm for Sweden and promised to cable us when he met Garbo (she seemed to be on the same bateau). We haven't heard from him yet. There's a new game being played at week end houseparties in the county. It's called Tarzan and all you have to do is climb a tree and make Bird Calls at each other. True Story. At a recent houseparty the ladies (feeling practically perfect) retired to the bed room after dinner. One of them asked the hostess if she could borrow a pair of Round Garters. "Marie," commanded the chatelaine of her poisonal maid, "bring us some Round Garters." Time went by and nothing happened. Finally she reappeared a little con fused. "But, Madame, how does one make them?" Unraveling this mysterious question they discovered that the butler and the maid thought Round Garters was a new Drink . . . and they couldn't find it in the Cocktail Book! Narcissa swift has re turned to New York . . . Jean Stevens is back in town Going Places, Looking Swell . . . Ask Freddy Poole what happened to his ankle. Florence Noyes is going to be such a Beautiful Bride we can't wait to see her . . . Janet Kirk is walking down the aisle ... so is Helen Rend in the celebrated White Satin Ground Grip- pers (on account of hating high heels) . These wagon gadgets for drinks and hot dogs are so popular we are tired of seeing them. Vogue had them photographed almost a year ago (we're so queek about these things). Besides every time we look at them we think of Sand and Beach Parties (everyone and his Uncle with Depression Trouble gave a Beach Party). So we are plenty fed up with Sand. In fact a little Snow would go well about now. Another True Story. At Two A. X. (after a slight dancing party) a Boy and a Girl we know decided to Go Swimming. Arriving at a public beach in Highland Park they were met by two Ossifers of the Larh. "You can't swim here after ten o'clock. In fact we just pulled some people into jail for that a few hours ago." The young couple left and drove further on. Presently they found an incon spicuous spot at the top of a large bluff where they left their car. It was very dark and the bluff was very steep but they managed to slide down and reach the water's edge They had just finished their swim when they discovered policemen with searchlights on the bank above them. Thinking very quickly they hid for awhile until the searchlights were put out. They were afraid to climb back to the car for fear of finding Men in Blue Uniforms so they decided to walk home. They did. Stopping when they were tired to build sand castles. When they finally arrived four suburbs down the line, six miles, or Home! they suddenly re membered that they had borrowed the car and they couldn't be sure in which Suburb they had left it. The owner was Glad About That. But they say the Motor-car-searching-party was Lots of Fun. 'Bye Now. September, 1932 39 the glamorous afternoon gown and the coat at the left ARE FROM SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE. THE FROCK IN BLACK VELVET HAS ITS SKIRT SLASHED AT THE SIDES AND A STARTLING METAL COLLAR AND ONE METAL CUFF DULL BLACK CUT VELVET MAKES THE COAT, WHICH HAS A SEPARATE CAPE OF MINK. THE CAPE HUGS THE NECK SNUGLY AND MAY BE WORN IN SEVERAL WAYS THE CHIC BIB EFFECT IS INTRODUCED BY LESCHIN IN THE DRESS AT LOWER LEFT. FULL SLEEVES PUSHED UP AND BUTTONED ARE ANOTHER NEW NOTE THE INSET OF TINY LACE RUFFLES GIVES SHOULDER WIDTH AND AN ATTRACTIVE COLOR CONTRAST ON THE SMART FROCK SHOWN IN CENTER. FROM LESCHIN EXQUISITE HANDWORK ON THE BIB FRONT GLORIFIES THIS BLACK WOOL DRESS FROM RIE-GO. THE CAPELET IS CUT TO SHOW IT OFF CLEVERLY Such Stuffs As Never Were A Group of Fabrics Delirious By The Chicagoenne THE palms this season go not so much to the Chanels, the Vionnets and Main- bochers as to the Bianchinis, the Ro- diers and Forstmanns. True the couturieres are achieving marvels of gracious beauty and tricky new effects but the fundamental newness and beauty is based on the amazing fabrics. You can't point to any model and call it a simple little satin or wool or velvet. There's some quirk about every fabric that makes it abso lutely different. Take the infinitely soft cut-velvet in the black coat illustrated, from Saks-Fifth Avenue. It is dull and soft as duvetyn, so that it is suit able for a street coat and yet falls in the graceful folds that only velvet can achieve. All the skirts, of coats and dresses, are full and straight like this, falling in generous folds. This particular coat is a gem for early fall wear as the mink capelet is a separate piece. Under the cape the coat buttons to a high square neckline which is very trig and youth ful. The cape is another little jewel. Of beau tiful deep mink it flares dashingly and hugs the neck closely with its engaging little stand ing collar. It may be tossed about the shoul ders with the opening in front, on the shoul der, or at the back as it is shown here. This back to front effect is newest and delightfully demure. Brief capes and fur jackets reach the height of their glory this year. They form the jackets of many suits and are especially good over 40 The Chicagoan wool dresses for fall and the fine days of win ter. A bright green wool dress at Saks is accompanied by a magnificent waist-length coat of black Persian lamb which introduces several new ideas into fur manipulation. The wide sleeve tapers to a slim wrist and a faintly ruff-like effect is achieved by the standing col lar which buttons about the neck. Beneath this the coat hangs open to show the interesting plaid wool scarf of the dress, and loose at the waist in wide scallops a trifle like a bolero. Very flattering to the hips. Another collection of street things, at Leschin, is startling but ex tremely wearable. The things they do with sleeves are quite miraculous. A feathery wool dress in gray (one of the high fashion colors for fall) has a quite definite princesse line with a diamond shaped medallion of red velvet in front like a medieval stomacher. The sleeves of this have the diamond shape line too, com ing to a wide point at the elbow and tight at the cuff. The outer half of the sleeves are of the red velvet, giving a gay harlequin effect. This pointed elbow appears also on the sleeves of a deep mulberry crepe which has the white bib reminiscent of the French judi ciary. Here's another new fabric in this bib — a chalky white satin (or crepe, maybe; I'm no detective) which looks and feels like very soft French kid. All sorts of things are done by Leschin to accent the sleeve and shoulder width. Full pleated sleeves on a brown crepe which has a further note of interest in two flat flowers of white ermine at its high neck; three strips of brown sable at the shoulders of one of the new gold wools; rows of buttons across the shoul der and down the sleeves of several frocks; leg of mutton sleeves finely pleated on a brown wool, with a vest effect achieved by wide bands of white galyak. Fur in strips and bands is much used to trim dresses and suits. One of the new winey reds here makes a suit of crinkly crepe, with rows of metal buttons down the front of the jacket and bands of kolinsky edging the pock ets and both ends of the scarf. Something not to be missed is the collection at the new Rie-Go shop which has just moved to 636 North Michigan from its former north side location on Sheridan Road. Both the street and eve ning things here are rarely distinguished and with an "uncopyable" smartness inherent in perfect lines and exquisite details. Several street dresses here stimulate my greedy gland to over-activity. There's a coat dress of Rodier wool in an indescribable mix ture of green and burnt orange flecks, like an autumn forest, with faintly leg of mutton sleeves and rows of tiny buttons, banded in nutria down its front wrapped closing. And a gray wool, also with lots of buttons at the side and on the sleeves, with little shoulder epaulets of brown caracul. Another gray dress has an infinite wealth of fine detail in its tucks and pleats and belt. This is worn with a cape made of bands of chinchilla to make one of the smartest of fall suits any where. One of the loveliest of street frocks is the one shown on the opposite page in a fine smooth-surfaced black wool. This is high- waisted, tying smoothly to the ribs with a wool sash. The three-quarter sleeves have their own little capelets at each shoulder and are edged in a band of the same motifs which fashion the white bib of the dress. These are flat white flowers of fine silk braid, em broidery and tiny pearl beads applied to white crepe and make you feel like a very smart countess at least. A black wool cape slides over the head and is cut in interesting points so that a dash of the white bib shows with a little white georgette bow tying outside of the cape. It's thoroughly enchanting. I here are more sensa tional dinner and evening gowns about town than we have seen in many a year. Leschin sponsors a gorgeous group of the new long- sleeved formal gowns with the shoulder cut out and the sleeves beginning just above the elbow — hard to describe but stunning to wear. This line gives the flattering high oval neck, with the opening at the shoulders edged in interesting ways. One gown in black bag- heera, that dull, almost woolly velvet, has the shoulders banded in several rows of rhine- stones; a heavy crinkled satin in deep green does it with bands of sable; and a luscious brown velvet is clasped at the shoulders by topaz clips and belted in an opulent Renais sance-like belt of flexible woven gold metal. These deep colors are the bell-wethers of evening fashions. It is in these evening things that the sweeping long and full skirts, hanging straight from the high waists, reach their true magnificence. There is another intriguing fab ric in an afternoon dress shown by Leschin which must be noted. This frock in black Cassandra crepe looks as if it were finely tucked all over its surface but the effect is achieved by rows of deep crinkles in the crepe, which is very sheer. Its white crepe jabot is edged with ermine. I HE black cocktail or dinner dress shown on the opposite page, from Saks, is certain to create a furore -wherever it appears. First of all, its straight full black velvet skirt is slashed halfway to the knee on each side. Then its long tight sleeves, pointed over the hand like those worn by ladies of knightly days, are closed by an invisible slide fastener so that they fit as if you were poured into the mold. And finally, in an ecstasy of unusualness, you slip on one cuff and a col larette of flexible silver metal. The whole thing is a tantalizing combination of queenly grace, making one think of dashing modern ism, knights in armor, the machine age, in one grand whirl. Another daring piece is the Rie-Go Shop's "harem" dress in a dull lustered satin with the flattering huge dolman sleeves buttoned tightly from the elbow to the wrist, and puffed at the bottom for all the world exactly like harem trousers. A grand idea to take the place of dinner pajamas. For a really bang-up eve ning affair Rie-Go shows a white gown in chalky mousse crepe, faintly crinkly and very heavy and new. The lines on this are divinely slender and Grecian with fluttering winglets to give width at the shoulders and a wide sash of heavy metal cloth brocaded in dazzling flowers of a dozen vivid colors. The same cloth makes the stunning jacket, which has the new topheavy look in full sleeves and wide shoulders. The high rib-hugging line of fall clothes is carried out in underthings as well, for of course there cannot be a disturbing ripple or wrinkle to mar the flowing line of the season. Two fitted slips and the chemise shown below carry out this feeling, and the nightgowns too are high waisted. The gown at the extreme right is a novel backless affair with a band of lace only at the neckline. THE CHIC TROUSSEAU WILL HAVE AT LEAST ONE PRINTED SILK GOWN. THIS AND THE SLIP WITH HAND FAGOTING FROM LESCHIN. A DAZZLING GOWN WITH LAVISH BANDS OF ALENCON, AND A FITTED, LOW BACKED CHEMISE FROM THE BLACKSTONE SHOP. THE SLIP AND STEP-INS IN CENTER ARE A PAIR FROM LESCHIN. THE GOWN IS BACK LESS BUT FOR A LACE BAND. BLACKSTONE. September, 1932 41 £"*'## M - <*XJ>i* Csrom ine ^tlew (Z/all K^olleciion MARTHA WEATHERED SHOPS 42 The Chicagoan WITH CAVIAR AND CHEESE BALLS, CURLED ANCHOVIES AND STRIPS OF SARDINE, AND A SCORE OF OTHER FILLINGS, THERE IS NEVER A SPILL AND NEVER A TRACE OF SOGGINESS IN THE CONVENIENT AND FLAKY CAVIAR PUFFS Serving a Tradition Makes Entertaining Distinguished By The Hostess IN the rush of many activities it is no easy task to attend to the cer tain deft touches which make the famous hostess. But there is nothing more gratifying than the reputation for doing things perfectly, with a special flair for certain details and dishes, which does come to the hostess who takes the time to look into things per sonally no matter how perfect her servants. There is no short cut to exquisite service or artistically arranged flowers and the like, but the short cuts to dis tinguished foods are many these days. It has taken centuries of French chefs to build the tradition of French sauces and flavors, centuries of afternoon teas to find just the foods which make the English tea an interlude of perfection, years of Southern hospitality to make the Virginia buffet the gorgeous thing it is. Yankee forefathers and foremothers through the whole life of a nation have achieved another perfect whole in shore dinners and fish chowders and New Eng land beans and pies. But the modern hostess can make, these fine old customs her own with little effort and achieve distinction through them. Tea, for instance may be very English without a study of old recipes and elaborate preparations, now that the true English biscuit comes to our shores in tins sealed as tightly as if they carried precious jewels. A few tins of these in varied assort ments and you have the foundation of a charming English function even though it is BEAUTIFUL TO BEHOLD AND DELICIOUS FOR COCKTAIL OR DE RICHELIEU SAI.AD FRUITS AND CHERRIES IN CANTALOUPE Lake Michigan and not the Thames beyond the windows. In England the Peak-Frean biscuits have been famous for seventy years and all the ac cumulated experience of English blending goes into their making. The flour, first of all, con tains a large proportion of the "soft" English- grown wheat which assures shortness and crispness peculiar to these biscuits. And their recipes are the closely guarded old formulae which have been handed down from genera tion to generation. There are many varieties of the unsweetened biscuits, shortbreads, and sweet biscuits to choose from. For teas it is always well to have both the sweetened and un sweetened types. In the very flaky light puff pastry there are the Royal Puffs, round biscuits which are easily split for delicate little sandwiches. The Cheese Assorted are plain biscuits, some the light puff pastry and other varieties which are delightful for jams and mar malades and for the after-dinner cheese tray. Peak-Frean also puts tins of genuine Scotch Shortbread in assorted shapes, just the right size for a light bite at tea time — only shortbread de votees never stop at one light bite. For a very attractive tray the Ritz Assorted sweet biscuits are a discriminating choice. Tiny squares and rounds of cream-filled flakiness, little cones with a melting chocolate filling, slender sticks, all the shapes filled with varying flavors of very pure and fresh fruit and nut creams and many of them iced or chocolate coated. If you prefer the unfilled sweet biscuits the City Assorted has a group of these as well as little shortcakes, while the Family Assorted has something to suit every taste — plain, sweet biscuits, cream sandwiches, wafers, shortcakes and macaroons. There are tins and tins of different kinds to build with. Open a jar of Crosse and Blackwell's Damson Plum Jam to serve with the unsweetened bis cuits, brew your tea carefully, and you have both the atmosphere and the actuality of the true afternoon tea. xv ith these to start you off you'll probably (Continued on page 57) SSERT HALF September, 1932 43 Town Faces and Hairlines Off with Tan and on with the Bleach By Marcia Vaughn THE HANDSOME MANICURE KIT, THE TRIPLE COMPACT AND THE LIPSTICK IN BLACK AND SILVER ARE FROM HARRIET HUBBARD AYER; HOUBIGANT'S THREE PERFUMES FOR MORNING, AFTER NOON, AND EVENING; YARDLEY'S LOVELY ORCHIS BATH POWDER. IF we didn't have so many Apple Weeks, Thrift Weeks and Safety Weeks, and Ring Lardner's famous Have a Baby Week, I'd be tempted to start a crusade for two September weeks — one a See Tour Hair Specialist Week and another Visit Your Salon Week. A darn good thing it would be too, and lots more fun than seeing your dentist twice a year. The tag end of a season, and especially the summer season, is the time to take stock of beauty assets and liabilities and do something about them. Enhance the assets and banish the liabilities, for a new season is coming on. New clothes will be all wrong with dry, bleached hair and un-smart coiffures, thickened waists and sturdy arms, tanned and dried com plexions. Everyone suffers in some degree from these even if the summer has been just a daily trudge through the park. If it has meant any outdoor sports at all, especially beach life, train or automobile travel, oh my, oh my! Hair, particularly, goes through quite a dras tic change at the turn of the season. We shed it at certain times of the year, just as birds molt, while atmospheric and climatic changes raise merry havoc with it. So-o-o-o-o, even if you never bother with hair treatments at all (shame, shame!) do treat yourself to a series of four to ten though you forego a certain tantalizing pair of shoes or a bag to do it. Sleek, healthy hair is going to be the key stone of fall fashions, what with hats tilted at strange new angles and tinier than ever. And the hairdresser is as Samson with his locks shorn unless you give him something lovely to work with. Before the new permanent, too, it is tremendously important to get the hair into good condition for really successful results. The Ogilvies, whose treatments are justly famous, are established in several important shops — Saks- Fifth Avenue, Stevens and Man- del's — as well as in a number of smaller salons about town. A few of their reconditioning oil treatments do wonders for dry, lifeless hair and give a lustre you never dreamed of owning. The attendant diagnoses your condi tion and recommends the proper treatments as well as giving thor ough instructions on home care to supplement them. This home care, of course, is very essential. About ten minutes a day does it, and yet since the era of finger waves and perma- nents very few bother to give even two minutes a day. An important feature of the Ogilvie treatments is the brushing instruc tion which the client gets. Part by part and strand by strand the hair is gently but firmly brushed upward with a firm touch on the scalp till the whole head feels pleasantly exercised. The daily brushing does more than keep the scalp stimulated, important as that is. It cleans the hair thoroughly if, after every few strokes, the brush is wiped off on a clean towel or cloth. And toss away forever any inhibition about waves. Always the hair is clean and shining after a good brushing and falls easily into its waves, better than ever. The daily tonic is another cleansing and stimulating agent. Whether the tonic for dry or oily hair is recommended it acts as a cleanser while it does its remedial duty at the same time. Tonic is swiftly applied with a bit of ab sorbent cotton directly to the scalp on parts which are made in succession all across the head. Change the cotton for each part to be sure of a thorough cleansing. The Ogilvie tonics have a delight ful faint fresh scent, not at all like the sickly barber shop smell. There are special treatments for oily or dry hair, and for hair that is just tired after an illness or nervous strain, for dandruff and patchy baldness and to make a shining silver cap of grey hair. Hide your tonics if you are an economical soul or lavish them on your husband if you love him, for they have kept many masculine heads happy and thick haired. D rawn and tanned skins need just as much attention. There's nothing more heavenly than a mask for summer-tired complexions. In the salon treatments of course they are delightful and some of them are sold in jars for home treatments. For dull and sallow skins, even very young ones, get a jar of Helena Rubinstein's delicious Water Lily Rejuvenating Mas\. After cleansing the face and neck thoroughly apply the mask cream lightly with the finger tips and keep it on for half an hour or an hour after it dries. Then wash it off with hot water, pat dry and finish with her Extrait and Water Lily Foundation. You'll look as fresh and glowing as girls ought to look after a lovely summer — though they hardly ever do. Older women with pretty deep lines or fanatic sportswomen who are just a bundle of squint lines and leathery skin need the Rubin stein Grecian Contour Mas\ which really picks them up and does them over in a few treatments. This too is packed in jars in a quantity sufficient for fifteen to thirty treatments. Some people don't ever tan much but just acquire a faint yellowish tinge which makes them look quite sallow by the end of summer, and is simply terrible with the glowing au tumn colors. A mild cream lubricates these skins and gently bleaches them into pinky whiteness again. Nina's Geranium Cream is just the thing to have around for this and half a dozen other purposes. It acts as a mild bleach, pulls up sagging lines smartly and re fines pores, and is a grand foundation cream to boot. (Mandel's carry it.) A pleasant and effective mild bleach is Elizabeth Arden's Bleachine which is made of fresh lemons (Continued on page 52) A FLEXIBLE BRISTLED BRUSH AND THE CORRECT TONIC SHAMPOO AND RECONDITIONING OIL OCCASIONALLY FOR LOVELY HAIR. OGILVIE SISTERS. 44 The Chicagoan EDITORIAL OPINION Calendar Comment on Contemporary Events (Begin on page 7) truth is stranger than fiction. Truth is logical, direct, swift, usually terrible. Lacking these qualities, it is not inter esting. Possessing them, it is depressing. So, because true, are these observations. An end to them. The Art Fair A UGUST 18. — The Town is properly pleased to learn that total Jr*~ sales rung up at the Art Fair on the Boulevard exceed sub stantially the figures reported for similar enterprises in New York and Cleveland. Any other result would have been hard to swallow. This one lifts the chin a bit, fills the lungs, eases the soul. It is well. The Art Fair throve on publicity, printed and verbal. Anecdotes sprouted in bewildering profusion. Two should not be lost. One describes an earnest old lady in black satin who inquired the names of exhibitors who had not yet been bought of and bought of each in turn. The other quotes a matron who had scanned the exhibit with a kind of bewildered determination as saying to her companion, "Well, since we don't know any of these, let's just buy those with good American names on them." Autumnal Upturn AUGUST 19. — Dr. Pollak, silent during three unmusical months, will return to print in the September issue. Miss Wilbur, whose absences from these pages coincide with mankind's annual escape from novelist and poet, will resume her advices to discriminating read ers a month later. Then the season may be said to be under way. Present at the birth of The Chicagoan, the magazine is never quite whole without their works. With them, it can never be quite dull. Roosevelt Smiles AUGUST 20. — Governor Roosevelt has spoken from Columbus, substantiating, amplifying his speech of acceptance delivered in person to the convention delegates, replying directly, sharply, to the President's address of acceptance, delivered in Washington on August 11. What these gentlemen say during the next ten weeks will have important relation to the fortunes of the country during the next four years. How they say it may or may not matter, depending upon the humor of the plain voter come election morn, but Americans are notoriously susceptible to oratory in fair weather and the barometer is on the rise. Should it continue so, Governor Roosevelt is what his party so confidently labels him, the next President of the United States. Oratorically, he is Hoover's master from flagfall to finish. Roosevelt is expressive, concise, buoyant. His meaning is clear, his emphasis sharp, his purpose plain. He employs simple words, short sentences, brief but adequate pauses between. His introductions are graceful, his closings abrupt. He knows when to stop. He does not appear to play down to mob comprehension but he studiously avoids the intricate, the ponderous and the technical, achieving that vital end without seeming to strive for it. His inflection is lively but not forced. His oral tempo is ideally suited to radio requirements. His addresses read as well as they sound. They cohere. Read or heard, they suggest a confident man, an optimist but an informed optimist, a smiling man, precisely the smiling man his photographs portray. Compared to Roosevelt, oratorically, Hoover is a pathetic figure. The President is not fluent. Roosevelt's words are the familiar, sturdy, dependable servants of daily conversation. Hoover's words are book ish fellows, broad of beam, heavy, sombre, words for the typewriter, not for the tongue. Roosevelt's voice is resonant, flexible. Hoover's is dull, shallow, tired. Roosevelt talks as a man who likes to, Hoover as one who'd rather not. If the race is to the swift, the Democrats are in. The New Rich AUGUST 21. — With the continuance of increase in the market price of securities, society editors, club conversationalists and casual dabblers in high-toned observation discuss, wittily as they may, the probable general character of the new rich to rise from the ruins CORINNIS SPRING WATER nmv cm,* IT isn't as though you had to have barrels and barrels of Corinnis — surely you and all your friends can't be that thirsty! But the few gallons of water you can drink in a year deserve to be extra good and extra pure. The cost is trivial — the satisfaction to mind and system astonishing. Corinnis has never been swum in — even by a goldfish. It has no funny taste. It's just downright good, clean, sparkling water, bottled as it gushes from Nature's rocky springs. Order a case today and keep a bottle always in the refrigerator. Most neighborhood stores carry Corinnis too — folks often run out and order by the bottle. HINCKLEY 420 W. Ontario St. & SCHMITT SUPerior 6543 September, 1932 45 "R&und the World " aptwfan&n£ New idea ! Plan to live on the Empress of | Britain next winter. Rent one of her luxury apartments. Amuse ( yourself with her smart-world sports and entertainments. Enjoy ( her spacious sea-and-shore living and see the world. ( It costs no more than four months of winter on one grey, , unchanging street at home. But you shop in bazaars, you ride in ( rickshaws, you see temples, palaces, you make interesting new acquaintances. This four months cruise magnificent puts an un forgettable interlude of bright pictures in your life. You'll never wonder, "Let's see, where were we living in the winter of 1932?" You'll know! Fares as low as $2,250. Majority of apartments with pri vate bath. From New York Dec. 3. See deck plans, study the itinerary. Your own agent, or E. A. Kenney, Steamship ( General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago. Phone: ' Wabash 1904. Canadian pacific WORLD'S GREATEST TRAVEL SYSTEM MMMMMtfMMB* 46 of the depression. Such discussion is conducted with much mock fore boding and woeful wagging of heads. It had become fashionable to profess poverty. The pose was pleasant. It had its points, too. A good many luxurious practices that were become a bore could be dis continued. Rest might be had. Dissipations could be declined with honor. Now all that is over, but the time is not yet to mention market profits glibly as in the good old days. That will come, all too soon for the peace of polite company, but it will not bring new faces. Proud paupers of the present may find it a little awkward to alibi a sudden solvency, but they will manage. Many a remote relative shall pass on to places even more remote, and many a forgotten trunk will yield its surprise package of discarded certificates, but it will not be neces sary to set additional places at table for abruptly eligibles. It -was not that kind of depression. The situation got out of hand but the hand didn't have time to get out of practice. Discussion of the new rich is amusing, but it doesn't mean any thing. The new rich will be the same old rich, rested, refreshed, ready to go through all the motions again. It always is and always shall be and it is well. A Miner Disturbance AUGUST 22. — Deputy sheriffs spent an otherwise quiet Sabbath yesterday machine-gunning miners at Benton. It seems that the miners inside the mine wanted to get out and other miners outside wanted to keep them in, wherefore the deputy sheriffs unlimbered their artillery and let fly in the name of law and order, or something. It is a little odd that officers are always shooting at miners. They never shoot at plumbers or bricklayers or stockyards workers or ele vator starters, but miners are different. Maybe it's an old Illinois custom, or maybe it's because a miner coming out of his hole appeals to the old huntsman dormant in the veriest pacifist of a deputy sheriff. The papers never explain and the miners never seem to mind. There's always going to be a meeting with the mine owners tomorrow, and maybe there is, but nothing is ever said about it and in a few months the shooting starts all over again. It all gets to be pretty monotonous. A change of target, even, would help. Taxicab drivers, now, would be something to shoot at. A broadside fired down Randolph street some night at eleven -would furnish keen diversion for the after theatre crowd and, at the same time, give them a chance to get their own cars over to the boulevard with all four fenders intact. That would be shooting worth shouting about. Fame in the Air AUGUST 23. — Thirteen persons took to the air this morning intent •**¦ upon flying across the Atlantic ocean, some going one way and others the other. All expect to find fame at the end of their flights. Beyond the fame they expect to find fortune. It isn't there. Neither is the fame. Aviation has progressed rapidly. Aviators have not. Planes are better than glory-seeking aviators forever cracking them up in trick flights permit people to believe. Air mortality is low, but it is still spectacular. Air travel is not what it would be if the commercial lines got together and devised a means of keeping mad men in box kites from falling out of them. It could be done. Amateur Casey Joneses don't go dashing around the country in salvaged locomotives. The flight for fame is ripe for interment with the Spirit of St. Louis. Chaplin Succeeds AUGUST 24. — For some twenty years Mr. Charles Spencer Chaplin ¦^*- has been trying to get himself taken seriously. He's been taken plenty, as the phrase goes, often and again, but seriously never. His was the comedian's traditional urge to do Hamlet. Failing this, he sought serious consideration for a plan to relieve depression, a plan widely regarded as funnier than most. Chaplin has been an incredibly funny fellow. His public would not have him otherwise. Anything he did was funny, because he did it. Now it has him otherwise — it has him in the role of a father striving by every means at his disposal to prevent the exploitation of his sons' paternity in motion pictures — and it is suddenly sobered. Mr. Chaplin is abruptly a live, adult human being, no longer the clown, and this public of his is with him to a man, woman and child. Life has brought him what his art could not. Life is still a little better than art. The Chicagoan LsOSS AUGUST 25.— Mrs. Edith Rockefeller McCormick died today. The Quality of Mercy AUGUST 26. — John Bain was a Scotch immigrant and a plumber. "^¦*- If there is wisdom at the root of wit, his nationality and his trade qualified him handsomely to acquire money and keep it. He did. Whether he kept too much or not enough became in time a matter for a judge to decide. The judge has decided that he missed the right amount by about eighteen months, to which period of con finement he has been sentenced. Shakespeare said, 'The quality of mercy is not strained." Several thousands of earnest citizens out on the South and West sides do not agree with Shakespeare. They think it is. They agree with Barnum. So, apparently, does the judge, and so, manifestly, did Bain. Shakespeare lived too soon. He could have made a swell comedy out of this mess. Blind Spot AUGUST 27. — Twenty thousand earnest students of the sport of kings took another expensive lesson at Hawthorne this afternoon. Eighteen thousand of them were marked zero on their tests. These were the star pupils, faithful followers of their text books, in which it had been plainly written that Faireno, Gusto and Mate were come from swanky Saratoga for the single purpose of taking back with them the Hawthorne Gold Cup and were not to be denied. Two thousand lesser lights, stupid fellows who knew so little about their subject as to believe in an unfashionable Westerner which had beaten the crack Equipoise and before him Sun Beau, scribbled the name of Plucky Play at the top of their papers and moved to the head of the class when that discriminating thoroughbred, which chooses to run only when champions are present, butted the fouling Faireno out of his way to romp over the finish line a comfortable first. The default of the experts is not in itself important, but the inci dent typifies a common phenomenon that is. This is the proneness of the West to concede a somehow miraculous superiority to that which is of the East, a disposition shared and for that reason cultivated and kept fresh by the gentlemen of the press. Less an inferiority com plex than a blind spot, the condition is not readily correctible. Plucky Play struck at it through the pocketbook, a highly vulnerable ap proach, and it is possible that the sports world, at least, has been put upon the road to recovery. Posting of the Cubs-Yankee odds will determine to what degree. Criticism Unleashed AUGUST 28. — Publication in the August issue of Critic Boyden's ¦**¦ critical analysis of the critics has had the curious result of precipi tating an avalanche of critical manuscripts upon this defenseless desk. It is as though it had been the critics all along, and not their subject, that engaged the interests of the theatregoer. Box offices have given evidence to the same effect for the past two or three years. Possibly the whole thing has been a ghastly mistake. Initiative Gets a Break AUGUST 29. — The Cubs seem to have forgotten how to lose a ball ¦**• game. The same players who struck out for Hornsby are batting home runs for Grimm. Hornsby was too good a ball player for his own good and his team's. He assembled a bunch of individually good ball players and then, because he was the best ball player in the world, forced them to bat, field, throw and run as he did. In the first place they couldn't do it, and in the second place they wouldn't. Grimm was a ball player among them. He knew what they wanted to do. Now he is letting them do it. They love it. The whole intricate business of being a successful executive is as complex as that. (Washington papers please copy.) Search and Seizure AUGUST 30. — Mr. Kenneth G. Smith's Ken\ora II has been searched and seized in Chicago waters by nosey officials who claim to have found a gentlemanly supply of good liquor aboard. Mr. Smith's crew did not pitch the investigators overboard. Mr. Smith did not order his captain to put about and run for it. Mr. Smith is a gentleman ^^S ~""^flP 1 !&-*** • 4 ¦ g 1 ¦ MH ... -^- ¦ ¦i ¦¦r am mm mm mmmffL Boarding the Morning Lark for Detroit // My FUTURE TRIPS will be VIA the AIRLINES /? . . . Judge Theodore J. Richrer, Third Judicial Circuit of Michigan Judge Richter heartily commends Transamerican service between Chicago and Detroit because air travel on this line is fast and pleasant. And the cost is actually less than train fare plus Pullman! Thousands of Chicagoans are now flying regu larly to Detroit and other points on the Trans american System. For it's just 45 minutes by air to South Bend — only 150 minutes to Detroit. Arrange to fly in a deluxe Transamerican air liner on your next trip East. Ten planes fly the Chicago-Detroit route, leaving at convenient intervals throughout the day from Municipal Airport. The MORNING LARK departs .9.00 A.M. The DETROITAIR departs . . . 4:30 P. M. Phone State 7110 for complete air travel information and reservations. *Iransamerican Airlines Corp. 10 S. LaSalle Street - Chicago Fly on the Government Mail Lines September, 1932 47 What to do on the maid's DAY OUT 0 Make a gala holiday of it by phoning a friend and lunch ing at The Belmont. Delicious French cooking — tempting en trees, crisp salads, real coffee, fluffy pastries and desserts, beautifullyserved in ourstately Empire Dining Room. After wards, a bus, passing our door, will take you swiftly to the movies or shops of the Loop. SPECIAL WEEK DAY LUNCHEONS 60c • 85c REGULAR TABLE D'HOTE DINNERS Including Sundays $<f 00 $4 50 $000 HOTEL Belmont B. B. WILSON, Manager Single and double rooms with bath Suites of 2 to 4 rooms with or without kitchenette SPECIAL WEEKLY AND MONTHLY RATES Sheridan Road at Belmont Harbor BITTERSWEET 2100 15 MINUTES FROM THE LOOP of rare restraint. He could have broken out the one-pounder and bombarded the federal building to the applause of the populace. He is the victim of what landlubbers call a scurvy trick and civilised sympathy is on his side. But Mr. Smith is a gentleman. A gentle man does not shell the town. He simply marks it for what it is and sails away. The good townsfolk should go down to the water's edge and look long upon the Ken\ora II. Unless its master is not only a gentleman but a glutton for abuse as well, this will be the good ship's last anchorage in these waters for quite a spell. And So to Press A UGUST 3 1 . — The switchboard operator is peering through smoked glass at the eclipse. It doesn't matter, for no 'phone calls are coming in. All the other switchboard operators in town are peering through smoked glass at the eclipse, too. So, probably, are all the people who might be putting in 'phone calls if they were not. The Town is practically at a standstill. It's a little hard on the telephone company, probably, but it all conspires to facilitate and expedite the usually hectic business of going to press. This, therefore, The Chicagoan now does. AMONG THE MOTORS The President's Birthday and Other Notes Bj Clay Burgess IT was August, four years ago; it was August, 1928. It was in the afternoon, a blistering'hot afternoon. (So is this one on which we write these words.) And it was on the lj/2 mile speedway at Atlantic City. Rather, they were. The "they" be- ing four stock Studebaker President Eights. And they were roaring around the slippery board track at top speed. For nineteen days and eigh' teen nights, without respite, the cars had continued their grueling grind, through insufferable heat, drenching rain and blinding fog. In fact, dur ing the entire test the weather had acted up as nastily as it could. And you know what weather can do if it has a mind to. At precisely 4:27 p. m. the leading car, a President Eight roadster, was flagged to a stop, and the world's greatest feat of speed and stamina was written into the annals of mo toring history — 30,000 miles in 26,- 326 consecutive minutes. And on August 8, Studebaker celebrated the fourth anniversary of this achieve ment. Although four years have elapsed, the record had not even been approached, let alone equalled, by any American-made car. 1 he President's fa mous run was made under the direct supervision of the American Automo bile Association. Four stock Presi dent Eights participated, each com pleting the entire 10,000 mile distance at average speeds in excess of 63.98 miles per hour. Prior to the event, the cars were selected at ran dom by A. A. A. representatives who visited the Studebaker factory pro duction lines. Thereupon each car was torn down completely, a minute check was made against factory specification sheets to assure its stock status, and official seals affixed to all important engine parts. Throughout the run, the cars remained under the strict surveillance of A. A. A. officials who, armed with split-second calculating machines, checked and rechecked every mile and minute of the test. At its conclusion, the seals on both roadsters were still intact. The leading roadster crossed the finish line with an average of 68.37 miles per hour, including all stops for gas, oil, water and tires. It is also of significant interest that this champion car completed the final 1000 miles at a faster clip than any previous 1000-mile stretch — in 13 hours 57 minutes, or an average of 71.67 miles per hour. The second roadster, finishing 3 minutes behind its companion car, averaged 68.36 miles per hour, while the sedans fin ished with an average of 64.15 and 63.99 miles per hour respectively. This remarkable achievement gave Studebaker a virtual monopoly of all the highest official American stock car records for speed and endurance, an honor which found a worthy par allel this year when two 85% stock President Eight racing cars van quished a huge field of costly, spe cially-built rivals to finish in third and sixth place in the 500-mile In dianapolis Memorial Day race. The leading Studebaker broke the all-time track record with an average speed of 102.66 miles per hour, while the second Studebaker, averaging 98.47 miles per hour, would have won all but three Indianapolis races in twenty years of racing at this famous track. There are always problems in the motor world, and right now there pops up the one that has to do with the Old Car. Not the antique model, understand, but the car that's over five years old. With approximately 9,000,000 cars on the road today, each of which is more than five years old, the problem of proper servicing and conditioning of these vehicles is more important, particularly from the standpoint of safety, than ever before. Comment ing on this (Continued on page 55) The Chicagoan Mrs. Larry Romine lllVlteS the women of discerning Fashion in smart modes to her new shop 6 3 6 Mi chigan Avenue North This Fall Collection is electrified by sparkling new ideas in fabrics and line. The swanky debutante struts along the Ave nue in swagger cob web-texture woolens, shoulders broadened by fur epaulets . . . Her afternoon frock will be of glistening lame in dressmaker tailored de tail, intriguingly set off with modified leg-'o- mutton sleeve . . . Even ing brings sophistication in a gown of cling ing simplicity drama tized by exotic colorings in imported fabric. RIE-GO INC. ESTABLISHED 1925 636 Michigan Avenue North 'The J<[ew Shop On The Avenue ' For Sale or Long Term Rental ONE OF CHICAGO'S MOST ATTRACTIVE TOWN HOUSES with ample garden, located in restricted residential district just North of Lincoln Park — between Lake Shore Drive and Sheridan Road. Inquiries: McMenemy & Martin, Inc. FRANK F. OVERLOOK 410 N. 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POSTLS CLUB FOR WOMEN Mrs. Florence J. Postl, Manager Telephone WABash 3042 . . . . Charles M. Postl, Director . 606 Michigan Ave. South rThe Postl Health Service for gentlemen at 312 South ~[J L Wabash Avenue is now celebrating its twenty-fifth s anniversary. J| September, 1932 49 This Impressive TELECHRON Electric Chime Clock with both Canterbury and Westminster chimes is a hand some, practical and serviceable wedding or anniversary gift. It has the appearance of costing much more than its unusually low price. Honduras mahogany, Spanish highlighted, lacquer finish. Genuine Telechron electric movement. Originally sold for $102.00: now offered as a discontinued model for only $49.50. $5 down; balance monthly on your light bill. COMMONWEALTH EDISON ELECTRIC SHOPS 72 West Adams Street and Branches RANdolph 1200, Local 1229 To all purchases made on the deferred payment plan, a carrying charge is added. FEDERAL COUPONS GIVEN XJ4ICAGQAN 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN: Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature) (~Njew address) (Old address) A PLEASURE DANCER OF BALI, THE IDYLLIC "LAST PARADISE." AROUND THE WORLD In Eighty Ports {Begin on page 3 5) dense jungles, volcanoes, thundering waterfalls. Java appears next on the itinerary with the Dutch busily tidying up the jungles, building homelike canals and solid gabled houses, while the luxuri ant tropic vegetation, the ancient Bud dhist and Hindu relics, the natives washing in the canals and designing colorful batik, drift along happily in their old Javanese way. There's not room enough in this magazine to do justice to Singapore, Siam, Manila, Hongkong and Shang hai, the pearly beauty of Japan, which are discovered to us on both the Reso lute and Empress of Britain cruises. From the Resolute there is an op tional visit to the Siamese frontier and into the interior of Cambodia for a visit to the great Angkor Wat, so long forgotten by man. Both the Resolute and the Augustus visit the enchanting island of Bali, an un spoiled beauty spot whose gentle childlike natives live in an ancient civilization of their own — a spot which should be visited before it does get spoiled by publicity and the go- getter spirit. All three ships visit Manila, which gives the world- cruisers a rousing American welcome in the old-fashioned manner (the Philippines have never been subjected to the Volstead act). The gay Polo Club and modern hotels entertain lav ishly, there are brilliant shops and golf and sports, as well as trips into the mountains to the beautiful Mont- alban Gorge. Rushing rapids, wild scenery, old, old rice terraces hewn out of the solid mountains by the natives years ago, primitive tribes, magnificent old Spanish cathedrals^ modern American roads and streets' all comfortably blended. Hongkong, Canton, Shanghai! There is the chic life of the white set tlement, the not so chic but just as gay life of the polyglot sailors and soldiers of the world making merry in the dance halls and cheaper cafes and quite different from all this the teeming life of the native Chinese. They are magnificent merchants. Nowhere else in the world is there such shopping as on Nanking Road and up and down the other streets of Shanghai. Oriental treasures of art of course, but also the most ex quisite needlework on linens and silks china and jewels and silver, and Pari sian clothes at half the price one pays in the States. There are also trips into the interior from Shanghai and Hongkong, to small Chinese vil lages, to Canton and Peiping where the Forbidden City is forbidden no longer, and on donkeys or sedan chairs to the Great Wall. It is al ways hard to tear one's self away from China and then one gets to Enduring Direct A fastidious approach and an intimate address to the smart Chicago market are obtainable exclusively in the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. 50 The Chicagoan Japan and it's just as hard to get away again. Everything about Japan is delicately fantastic. The strange shapes of tiny islands start ing up out of the Inland Sea, the wraith-like mist and delicate shimmer of the landscape, the beautifully twisted trees and exquisite gardens everywhere — around shops, hotels, clubs, restaurants, even the tiniest lit tle homes — it's all as lovely as an ani mated print. Hawaii is the last pause before California — with its flaming flowers of a hundred colors and varieties scenting the air indescribably, haunt ing wistful song everywhere, the tum ble of surf on glistening sand, a fit ting finis to a trip bathed in beauty. 1 he Cunard cruiser Carinthia follows another route around the world and calls at the fascinating ports of the southern hemisphere. Taking a westward course, with a visit at Jamaica, the Carinthia heads through the Canal to California and Hawaii. From Hawaii she is off to fairy tale islands, the Society, Cook, Samoan and Fiji Islands. Each group has an allure of its own. The gentle gaiety of Tahiti, the magnificence of the color of sea and palms beneath the miraculous sky, the dramatic natives, are Gauguin come to life, and almost enough to make one miss one's ship. But Raro- tonga is just as heavenly. The Carin thia anchors outside the coral barrier and on small boats or native canoes you ride through a rift in the reef to the delightful little town. The place is thick with flowers and na tives in tunics as brilliant as their flowers, slim and lithe, beautifully graceful. Two days away the ship sails through another coral reef passage to the glittering harbor of Apia in the Samoas, where Stevenson is buried. And on to the wild orchids and rip pling jungle streams of Fiji, where the wild-haired natives do an old tri bal dance which rouses memories of the ancient days of the Long Pig. 1 H E South Seas would seem happiness enough but they are a mere introduction. The Carinthia visits New Zealand and Australia, fantastic and eons old on one hand but with great modern cities and the dashing enterprise of the Oc cident on the other. From Auckland the cruise party visits the thermal dis trict of New Zealand, a devilish region with thousands of hot springs, geysers, sulphur wells, where steam bursts through the earth in many spots when a stick is thrust into the ground, and where Maori housewives cook their meals over the bubbling steam vents in the earth crust. After Auckland and Wellington the ship steams on to the splendid harbor of Sydney, Australia. (Prob ably the two most famous harbors of the world are entered by the Carin thia on this cruise — Sydney and Rio de Janeiro.) Australia gives one a thoroughly Alice in Wonderland feeling. Its great cities, miles and miles of ranch land, remind one of the United States and Canada. But nowhere are there such natural wonders, such ancient mountains and caves and fantastic scenery, such weird wild life (both native and animal) as here. There are several trips out of Sydney for SCHOLLE'S devotes 15 rooms especially to ROBERT W. IRWIN furniture EVIDENCING APPRECIA TION OF ITS SUPERLATIVE MERIT, YOU WILL SEE ON THE FOURTH FLOOR OF SCHOLLE'S such a HARMONIOUS ARRANGE MENT of ROBERT W. IRWIN FURNITURE AS WILL DELIGHT YOU. FIFTEEN ROOMS COMPLETELY FURNISHED, WILL GIVE YOU AN ADE QUATE IMPRESSION OF HOW THESE PIECES WOULD LOOK IN YOUR HOME. YOU ARE MOST CORDIALLY INVITED TO VISIT, NOW, THIS SECTION OF SCHOLLE'S "fall of 1932 EXHIBITION" OF ALL THAT'S FASHIONABLE IN GOOD FURNITURE. good furniture 121 S. WABASH AVE. between Monroe ii Adams ^AWS[OUlSiCinQ THE OPEH1HO OF A HEW AHD EXTEHSIVE SHOWIHG OF FIHE CUSTOM FURK1TURE BY AMERICA'S FOREMOST DESIGNING STAFF 608 S. MICHIGAN AVE. THE most brilliant collection of fine custom furniture in Chicago now has been augmented by the addition of an interesting display of new reproductions and designs. A large variety of cabi nets, desks, tables, commodes, occasional pieces and a number of unusual seating pieces are being shown. 5 Outstanding in faithfulness of design and excel lence of workmanship, these new pieces represent the best thought and talents of America's leading designing staff, and are suited for the finest homes. 5 Today's manufacturing costs, however, make it pos sible to offer these beautiful new custom pieces at prices more moderate than ever before. A visit will afford you an agreeable and refreshing hour. You are cordially invited. This showroom tnak.es no direct sales, but any desired purchases may be arranged through your retail dealer. Robert W. Irwin Co« Cooper -Williams, Inc. Affiliated New models on exhibition after Sept. 1 5 The CHICAGOAN ; Theatre Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theatre tickets as follows: (Play) (Second choice) (Number of seats) . (Date) (Name) (Address) (Telephone) (Enclosed) $ Attend the Theatre Regularly, Comfortably, Smartly By arrangement with the theatres listed below, THE CHICAGOAN is pleased to assure its readers choice reservations at box office prices and with a minimum of inconvenience. Adelphi Apollo Blackstone Cort Erlanger Grand Great Northern Harris Majestic Playhouse Princess Selwyn Studebaker September, 1932 51 S H A L 1 MAR P O W D E K by G U E R L A ] N Elegantes from all the world . . . visit Guerlain, 68 CHAMPS EL YSEES . . . on the same smart mission . . . for Shalimar powder. How it lavishes youth and freshness upon the skin! For Guerlain has touched it with his genius . . . he has scented it with his Shalimar — first among all perfumes in favor with the elegantes! Guerlain, 68 Ave. des Champs Elysees, Paris - 578 Madison Ave., N. Y. C 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 glimpses of these wonders and this life, and when the ship finally sails again for the phosphorescent waters of the Coral Sea, it would be quite in keeping to murmur "Oh my ears and whiskers, oh my ears and whiskers!" But the trip is not half over. Na tive dances at New Guinea; pauses at the isles of the East Indies; at Bali and Java; at Singapore, Penang, and the Seychelles; and then to the mys terious continent of Africa. Mom basa and Zanzibar and an excursion to the game reserves of Nairobi, into the fastnesses of the Zambezi and Victoria Falls, a flight over Nyasa- land and Rhodesia, visits to African native villages and wild game land, the Mountains of the Moon, the dia mond country of Kimberley and the gay cities of South Africa, Capetown — a brilliant and comprehensive pano rama of every facet of this tremen dously varied continent. More than half a month is spent in the ports and interior of Africa before the ship steams off to Uruguay, the Argentine and Buenos Aires, Rio de Janeiro, and finally Barbados to New York. If you think you have done everything in travel this trip is just the thing to make your bored eyes pop and your tired adjectives spout freshly again. W ith so many small private yachts dashing off to the South Seas, Raymond and Whitcomb have joined this currently smart pa rade by chartering the famous pleas ure yacht, Stella Polaris, for a cruise of the South Sea Islands and on around the world. Only a small group will be taken on this cruise, about a hundred twenty-five or thirty passengers, and the atmosphere will be quite unlike that of the large cruising steamships. The Stella Po~ laris is a motor yacht used exclusively for cruises in the Mediterranean and North Cape and once previously to the East Indies and China. Her cruise will appeal to travelers who have seen everything and done every thing, -who are ready to leave the highways and ramble about in the by ways of the world, and to those who want to concentrate on the fascina tion of the South Seas. The cruise covers the South Sea Islands visited by the Carinthia's cruise and lingers among many of the smaller ones — the Marquesas, Pago- Pago, Noumea, Banda, Saigon. Then the Stella Polaris goes to Siam and the Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Java, Bali, Singapore, Sumatra, Cey lon, and up to Aden, with a trip to strange Addis Abebba, the capital of Abyssinia, and then from Egypt to the lovely islands of the Egean before going on to Italy. Cruises all too briefly covered here but if we simply listed the names of the spots visited by these vessels it should be enough to set you awhirl. If you enjoy temptation write us for the complete descriptive booklets of the cruise -which interests you and prepare to fall. BEAUTY On the Season's Brink (Begin on page 44) with nutritive ingredients added so that it is a delightful emollient. All through the winter it ought to be used at least once a -week to keep the face and neck white; while every night on the hands does wonders for reddened or roughened skins. If you have been awfully active and are a deep nut brown or freckled apply the Arden Bleach Cream, which is quite a bit stronger and really whitens discolored complexions beautifully. The really smart woman does a right about face at the beginning of every season and shifts colors from head to foot. For real glamour the complexion tones must be adjusted to the new golds and wines and browns and dull blacks. It was Elizabeth Arden who originated the color chart for chang ing clothes and showed women how they could wear even the most "im possible" colors and be flattered thereby. At the Arden salon you can find just the delicate color gradations in powders, rouge, lipsticks and eye makeup to fit into the important col ors of your wardrobe. The box of six lipsticks is invaluable after you get used to shifting from one to the other with each change of color and you'll wonder how you ever got along without it. There are also complete packets of the proper tones in each makeup item made up to suit your coloring and clothes — the sort of thing that makes you a smash hit with no one knowing just how you do it. The same thing is done with nail tints now, and a gay idea it is, too. Cutex has a bright little leaflet which tells what to do for what and it is surprising to discover that a certain polish with one dress looks just dingy while with another color it empha sizes the white of your hands daz- zlingly. . . . The new Bauer and Black Cotton Pickers are just as star tling in their efficiency and neatness as ever but are all dressed up in at tractive pastel tones which make them twice as useful in the bathroom and dressing room because they are left out in the open E)octor West's toothbrushes now are sold in a sealed glass container which is about as sterile as anything could be. The bristles of the brush are waterproofed by a new process too so that the brush just lasts and lasts and never gets soggy. Wax-Works (Begin on page 25) ers and Hart, now slaving for the cinema magnates. Mimi has a good tune and a silly lyric. The Poor Apache on the other side is one of the best ditties Chevalier has ever had. Listen careful-like to the line that Will Hays used his scissors on. You probably won't hear it in the movie. Pick of Columbia. The Master- works Set of the month is Ibert's Escales, a musical trip through the Mediterranean that has -won a per manent place in Stock's repertoire. An orchestral suite in the idiom of the modern Frenchmen and on a par with the mature works of Debussy and Ravel. — R. P. 52 The Chicagoan TAKING A POKE AT HOOVER The National Sport Bursts into Flower (Begin on page 17) Certainly they should be ready to vote for any Protestant Democrat this year. And if they cannot have that great Demo crat, Bishop Cannon, 1 do not believe they will quarrel with Roosevelt on the hard liquor question. The New York Supreme Court's criticism of his manner of conducting the Mayor Walker hearings indicates that the Governor bent over backwards to con vince the electorate that he is not in business with Tammany. His unfair ness to Walker is not likely to injure him nationally. His Honor's tear- stained resignation will not break many hearts beyond the metropolitan boundaries of New York City. If Al Smith, who is the only giant personal ity in either party, speaks up for the ingrate, Mr. Roosevelt will be strengthened tremendously in the cities without being injured in the woods. The fact that faltering Franklin failed, as governor of New York State (which includes Wall Street), to lift a finger for any of the banking reforms he now prates is a logical Republican thrust but it is too indirect to interest the average voter. The Democrats clearly have all the aces, and they should, unless they throw them away like good Demo crats, win. But there is no assurance of the outcome. It might conceivably be a landslide either way — just con ceivably. Precedent indicates that it will be close, and a victory for the Democrats, but there are still several million good citizens who go to the polls every year to reaffirm their faith in Abe Lincoln. 1 his business of dipping both major candidates in boil ing oil each four years smacks a little of nihilism, or something of the sort. I find that The Klation, to which I have just become a subscriber, gets around that pitfall bv smoking ui Norman Thomas, the Socialist candi date at all weights. As Mr. Villard's paper comes pretty near to being the only iair and free journal in the United States, this recommendation is not to be laughed down. In addition, a few such worthy wights as Presi dent Hutchins of the University of Chicago have also spoken of the value of a protest vote in favor of Thomas. I am in receipt of my weekly copy of America For All, the campaign paper of the Socialist Party of Amer ica. It is sent me free gratis by a Socialist friend. I read in the edi torial column under "Pity the Poor Rich," that Mrs. Richard M. Cadwal- lader's new yacht cost $5,000,000, that H. L. Doherty recently threw a party at the Mayflower Hotel at the cost of $1,000,000, and that Mrs. Edward Henry Smith Wilkinson of Nottingham (Eng.) pays taxes on $3,- 650,000 worth of jewelry, gowns and furs. The Socialists are the most respec table politicians in the field, but they are a little ardent. Their plans, which are peaceful, are, I am afraid, too drastic to be inaugurated within thirty days. Maybe they would move a little more slowly if they get in — they would have to. It is too bad that their appeal is so largely con fused with the appeal of the Com munists, for the Communists are a disreputable crowd. Sooner or later a party will arise that will take the middle of the road. When it does, it will rise fast, as fast as the Republicans rose in 1856. Until it does, the patient holder of the sacred franchise must scrutinize the candidates proposed by the exist ing organizations. At this time the Socialists have the most worthy can didate in the field. Unless the glori ous new party appears before Nov. 8 and presents a more plausible candi date, the Mayer familv will cast its t">o votes for the Rev. Norman Thomas; mv only regret is that I have hut one wife to give for my country. THE BATTLE OF THE BOTTLE Through the Ages (Begin on page 15) breadth of the wall proves it was used as a cause way for rolling barrels of Chinese liquor (really a lacquer, made from seaweed and bird's nests) from one part of the empire to another, as early as the Ming, the T'ang, and the H'ic dynasties. A third school (our own) suggests that the great wall of China was used for both of these purposes, and also to keep the inebriated Chinese from getting lost. At any rate, it was the Chinese who first put the spirit of rebellion (or alcohol) and the spirit of constraint (or prohibition) into its loudest united form, the firecracker. In this interesting device, the gun powder, or dried alcohol, is placed in a rigid red-paper container and then lit with a match. The gunpowder, or spirit of rebellion, attempts to achieve its natural urge. The red-paper, or prohibiting medium, atterrmts to sup press the spirit of rebellion from consummating its desire. The con sequent final explosion destroys both gunpowder and red-paper, producing a loud, pungent report, at which the Chinese laugh hugely. The scientist, after examining this history of alcohol and prohibition, bound together through the ages, may well be tempted to do the same. The rest of us, undismayed by these mes sages of the past, march now, shoul der to shoulder, through the swinging doors of the future. Read — "The Oratorical Handicap" by MILTON S. MAYER in The Chicagoan for october VIBRANT NEW YOUTH (or summer-weary skin! X OUR gay, zestful summer has left you invigorated — thrillingly fit. But what of your beauty? Isn't your skin dry, lined, tanned? Isn't it coarsened? Smart fall functions do not welcome out-of -season faces! An exhilarating treatment at the Helena Rubinstein Salon is the very thing you need to give your face fresh, flawless fall and winter loveliness! A Lesson Beauty Treat ment, or perhaps a course of treatments (including, if your skin requires, the famous youthifying Hormone Creams) will swiftly erase squint lines, revive "tired" skins, resculpture drooping contours — and endow your entire face with clear, fresh youth! Whether or not you take a Treatment, visit the Helena Rubinstein Salon and learn about your beauty from a supreme authority. Learn to give yourself the most effective and resultful home beauty treat ments. Learn to heighten your individuality through make-up as applied by an artist! Consultation without obligation. 67D NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE, CHICAGO LONDON - NEWYORK Telephone Whitehall 4241 PARIS ANNOUNCEMENT- OF NEW RATES SINGLE ... $5 AND $6 DOUBLE ... $8 AND $9 SUITES FROM $12 HOTEL ST. REGIS FIFTH AVENUE AT EAST S5TH, NEW YORK H3]J3J]3J]]]]]J]]l] 3 J 3 nn September, 1932 53 the authentic OPERA HAT*11"5 FORMER VALUES UP TO $25 TUXEDOS $23 .50 Former Values up to $90 DRESS SHIRTS $1.85 TO $3.45 Former Values up to $10 MICHIGAN AVENUE Good Cheer * Good Food For thirty-five years the Red Star has been a gath ering place for those who appreciate German hospi tality and German food. And now, in 1932, it still maintains its important position in Chicago res taurant life. &eb ^>tar 3tw C. Gallauer, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark Street Delaware 0440-0928 COUTHOUI FOR TICKETS THE UZBEKS OF SOVIET TURKESTAN COAX STRANGE ORIENTAL STRAINS OUT OF THEIR CENTURY-OLD INSTRUMENTS. TO THE SQUARE ! The March of All Russia By Lucia Lewis NIGHT falls, and the red star of the Soviets gleams above the Kremlin in lone glory. In the streets of Moscow roam singing and shouting thousands. They hail each other genially and groups of them encamp at corners and squares. Squads wheel and salute smartly to the cheers of their companions. The strains of the Internationale mingle with the cen tury-old melodies of the Caucasus and the piercing sweetness of weird instruments from Turkestan. In all the city the night before the great October celebrations (Novem ber 7th, according to our calendar), is a night of tense expectancy. For a week or more the representatives of every district of the far-flung Rus- sias have been marching upon Mos cow, their banners blazing with the records set in their particular en terprise of the past year. This week and the day of the Great Parade offer one of the most impressive spectacles of modern times. /\ll day long on November 7th the workers march through the city towards Red Square, gathering in every direction, upon the ancient Kremlin, and marching rever ently past the immense tomb of Lenin. They salute the high officials of the Soviet on the reviewing stand, and wave their records of achievement. It is a tremendous, animated report of progress to the heads of a tremen dous business. The Dnieprestroy completed, so many tractors built, so many streets of dwellings erected, so many acres of wheat and cotton har vested. The Red Army passes; regi ments of whooping horsemen charge across the square, lances flourishing and long cloaks flying; thousands of boys and girls swing along; tanks roll by, airplanes stunt overhead, and bands play all day long. On this day there is unrestrained dancing in the streets, the city is filled with the songs and stamping feet of every Russian race, Armenians VAST RUSSIA ENFOLDS MANY RACES. ORIENTAL SCHOOLBOYS BEFORE THE GOLDEN MOSQUE OF TURKESTAN. Chicago, Illinois August 27, 1932 Daisy dear: Six weeks and six days be fore our Big Day and we are as busy as bees. Ernest Newman, in Diana Court, is outfitting the wed ding party. My gown is of a dull, new-weave, white fabric — empire waistline and Juliet sleeve. Perfect for formal wear with the sleeves removed, and the train revamped into a cape. The girls will be in sunrise shades — Mr. New man's idea — and rather a love ly thought. Empire dresses too — and the sleeves are crisp puff affairs. Matching slippers to the bridesmaids' dresses was easi ly done. We bought white crepe pumps, and Zoes, in the Venetian Building, are dyeing them in the ten wanted shades. The colors are from the palest grey lavender to a daybreak salmon shade. Mother will be in grey and Sis as matron-of-honor in blue. The shoe-matching business is another something accom plished. I've continued the Janus Method treatments and Edyth Diedrich has made me lose ten pounds in a month. I'm three inches smaller through my hips, — and Mistinguett will have to look to her laurels when my shapely legs pass in spection. If you want to take the course, the Salon is at 6 South Michigan Avenue. To make me even more svelte I bought a real bridey one-piece foundation garment — all white satin and lace, - from Florence Fitzgerald. Her new address is suite 310 700 North Michigan Avenue! Joan bought a pink satin girdle, so dainty that it belies its two-way strength to smooth the curves, also a wispy lace bandeau that really does things for her figure. Winifred, who was at the Woman's Athletic Club for years, is back from Holly wood; her studio is suite 624 at 30 North Michigan Avenue! bhes just loaded with new ideas on facial beautification Her treatments will do won ders for even the ugliest duckling. The things she does to your eyes, are all too good — and reasonable. A two dol lar bill pays for it all. The treatment is more satisfying than some that have cost two and three times the price. Edyth Ellsworth Nelson, the interior decorating con sultant, associated with Mr. H. Wattley in Diana Court, is planning our apartment. She has an idea for the living room that simply haunts me. Canary yellow walls, with off-white traditional finish woodwork, a pair of Chinese blue urns for the mantel, and everything built around that color scheme. The bedroom has forget-me- not blue walls and the same sunshine yellow. Miss Nelson graciously accepts my opinions as if I knew what I wanted. John is pleased with all we're doing because the chairs were bought to suit his comfort. It will all be ready by October 7th — and I wonder if John will remember to carry his bride across the threshold. You'll be in town before the wedding and we'll have one last bachelor girl's supper. Un til then, your pal, Jane. 54 The Chicagoan ALL IS NOT DREARY IN SIBERIA. VISITORS HUNT TO THEIR HEART'S CONTENT OR JOIN IN WINTER SPORTS. and Georgians, slant-eyed Mongols, Khirgiz;, and Occidental Russians, all together. After the parade is over the workers flock to the opera and theatres and other entertainments which are thrown open to them free for the day. The October cele brations mark the beginning of the brilliant winter season, which makes an autumn trip to Russia an illumi nating experience for the most invet erate traveler. The famous Moscow Art Theatre starts off with a bang. Opera is one of the high spots of the Moscow winter. Leopold Stokowski, who is no mean master of the opera and symphonies himself, said, after his return from the Soviet: "In Moscow the opera is magnifi cent. Every department is perfect — the soloists, orchestra, production, and, best of all, choruses. There never have been more perfect produc tions of opera than are being given there now." You can do a sea son in Moscow in great luxury, now that the hotels are refurbished and the New Moscow is opened. This has all the conveniences of rooms with bath, telephones in every room, and the like. The glass-enclosed roof garden of the hotel overlooks the Kremlin and the Moscow River. And the rates are as gentle as if we were workers ourselves. One five dollar a day room, for in stance, is furnished in white Karelian birch, upholstered in pale blue silk and solid silver, a set once in the bou doir of the Tsarina Anne. Another room, at an even lower rate, is fur nished with a suite of leather furni ture, which was a gift from the Emir of Bokhara to the last Tsar. A sea- blue crystal bowl once owned by a Russian Grand Duke, forms the light ing fixture of a room, which is fur nished with rosy old mahogany inlaid with antique miniature paintings. If city life palls the foreign visitor is genially wel comed to the sports activities which are part and parcel of a Russian's winter. Skiing, skating, and exhibi tions of the fancy ice-skating go on everywhere. Among the most thrill ing of all winter sports events every where are the races on the frozen sur face of the broad Moscow River. Especially shod for running on the ice the horses pull skiers at a devil ish speed. Ice-boats skim before the wind across the Neva near Lenin grad, and sleighs jingle everywhere. The adventurous traveler will make arrangements with Intourist for a hunting trip in the thick forest. With monsioiR ROBERT FOR m€RLV KflOWN AS cfauflflmb SPECIALIZING IN PERMANENT WAV ES AN D HAIR DYEING MonsieuR ROBERT BCAUTX SALON 910 N.MICHIGAN kk SUPERIOR PARISH ' 1 9 221-uede JJSBONNE/ SON-ART SON-CHIC SES-COIFFURES FLOWERS ALONG THE GOLDEN ROAD TO SAMARKAND. THE DINER OF THE DE LUXE EXPRESS TO SOVIET TURKESTAN. an experienced guide he can trail rich quarry of bear, reindeer, chamois, wolf, fox, otter, elk, boar, and snow leopard. The snow leopard of Siberia is larger than the Indian species and has a magnificent pelt. Foreign hunt ers are permitted to export their furs, hides and other trophies free of duty. 1 he resort spots of southern Russia are delightfully mild and pleasant in winter. In the Ukraine the native entertainments re tain all their ancient color. On the Black Sea Odessa has another bril liant opera house, while the country around it has all the trappings for a gay outdoor season. On the other hand, Moscow and Leningrad are not the bleak, bitterly cold spots that most of us think. They sparkle under dry, powdery snow, and every palace and building is hung with shimmerinng icicles. Moscow, particularly, is so far inland that it is almost entirely free of storms and has a dry, brilliant atmosphere which is gloriously exhilarating. MOTORS (Begin on page 48) unprecedented situation, the Hupp Service Bureau in its latest bulletin cautions owners of all cars to pay particular attention to the operating condition of their cars. By preparing for winter driving now, owners 'will be able to spread out the cost of such work over a longer period, and at the same time will secure a safer and better operat ing mechanism than by letting neces sary adjustments and repairs go to a later date. Certain definite steps should be taken to prepare for winter. First is a complete inspection of such important operating factors as brakes, lights, ignition, wheel align ment, cooling system and general lubrication. Brakes should first be checked for proper condition of the drums and lining. If excessively worn, the lin ing should be replaced. At all events, the brakes should function evenly and positively. While one is usually aware of de fects in the lighting system, partic ular attention should be given to the tail and stop light bulbs in the in terest of safety. From the stand point of economical and efficient driving, wheel alignment is very im portant. Wheels out of true mean ex cessive tire wear and hard steering. Many modern repair shops have wheel alignment testing machines which reveal improper toe-in or cam ber. Faults thus discovered should be quickly remedied in the interest of economy and safe driving. 1 HE ignition sys tem should be thoroughly checked. Poor connections, imperfect wiring and corroded terminals mean not only inefficient starting and operation but an actual loss of current. The charging rate of the generator should be stepped up to care for the in creased demands in added night driv ing and heavier starting in winter. More than 7? per cent of motor car repair cost is directly traceable to the lack of proper lubrication. Every dealer knows or should know the proper lubricant for the partic ular car he sells. He should be con sulted and his directions followed for best results. The dealer will inform you of the proper grade of oils and greases for cold weather driving. September, 1932 SI PLAY'S THE THING An Inspection of Chicago Parks Equatorial jungles! Savages swarming in tribal canoes to greet the only world- cruising liner that sails the South Seas! 35 ports . . . 139 days. Sails from New York Jan. 7 from Los Angeles Jan. 21. Greatly reduced rates, $2000. up. Literature from your Local Agent or CU1MARD • COOK'S 346 No. Michigan Ave- 350 No. Michigan Ave. Chicago Chicago &l 91<*V °U<>^ <Dioi<d op Zsvaw K^lvtivm, + * * * Located just a fe-w steps from Fifth Ave. Exquisitely furnished . . . for transient and permanent residence. The -Madison restau rant lias justly" earned an international repu tation for its food and courteous service. At our readjusted tariff Economy Becomes Smart Socially RATES (Single Irom . . . $5 Double Irom . $7 Ouites Irom . . $10 Circulating ice ivater in every bathroom <z7ne ADISON 15 EAST 58tk STREET at Aladison Ave., 2$eu> YorK BERTRAM "W E A L, Managing IXrecto, (Begin on page 21) week without in ter-park tournaments. The fact that they may be anything from jackstones, tops, rope jumping and bean bag to archery, fencing or wrestling does not alter their importance to the entrants. While keeping alive the ancient sports and crafts, the parks are not out of touch with the modern world. Aeronautics, for example, occupies the time and attention of many men and boys. Not content with build ing and flying model planes, one group in Gage Park (of the South Parks constellation) actually con structed a life size glider which flew so successfully that its creators promptly set about making a suc cessor. The original machine is now housed at the Ford airport at Lan sing, Illinois, where it has made sev eral glides and has been passed by the National Board of Airplane Censors. During the winter, school and the elements make inroads on the park activities but not nearly enough to give the instructors a chance to hibernate. In Garfield Park, the West Chicago system holds its winter sports carnival of races, stunts and costume parade for en tries from all the affiliated parks and playgrounds. Lincoln Park has two large and seven small toboggans, an ice hockey field and areas for fancy and children's skating in addition to the plain and adult varieties. The South Parks sponsor ice boating as well as skating, hockey and curling. All of them keep the field houses open for a multiplicity of indoor sports from checkers to tumbling and many craftsmen spend the long win ter nights making the boats, planes, kites and other creations for summer competition. Camera clubs in the South Park System not only specialize in artistic photography but even go so far as to make their own appara tus. Many a manufacturer of wooden boxes would be surprised to see what good pictures can be taken by cam eras that began life as receptacles for cigars. Among the arts practiced in the parks modeling enters prominently, the media being sand, snow, clay, soap and wax. Fine needlework flour ishes for its own sake and in con junction with doll and puppet shows, mardi gras festivities and dramatic entertainments. On the west side, each park annually stages two theat rical performances at its own and two other field houses. Many of the parks also send musical organizations to the system's big music festival at Navy Pier. All in all, if you can think of any recreational activity omitted from this account it is not because the parks have neglected it but only because I have failed to mention it. The parks are on the job twelve months a year and three hundred sixty-six days every leap year. The annual attendance of activities in the West Chicago Parks alone is in excess of twelve million. Since all work and no play make Jack a dull boy and no work and no play often make him delin quent, the parks are doing their share to brighten up the city mentally and morally. Statistics bear this out. Look at neighborhoods where criminal gangs languish and juvenile delin- ouency is low and there you will find a park. PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE The Season in Prospect (Begin on page 26) be in vogue as they were last winter, impetus being given to the first mentioned group by the Architects' Ball, to be held at the Drake on September thirtieth. Ben Marshall, Al Shaw, Andy Rebori, John Root and John Norton are only a few of the men interested in the management of the affair, which is sure to be gay, amusing and out of the ordinary. Then scattered along during the autumn and early winter months, will be the St. Luke's Fashion Show, the annual Arden Shore celebration, and all the other lively benefits that have done their bit to brighten the win ters of the depression. The debutantes, fol lowing the example set by last year's crop, seem to have decided to go them one better in the way of sim plicity and reform. I've wondered for some time just how much a first winter out really means to a bud, with its accompaniment of endless plan ning, physical and mental strain and general fatigue. The popular ones have such a good time anyway, both winter and summer, and the unpopu lar ones such a thin time, that I sus pect many of them feel that an offi cial season is hardly worth the candle. This year a few of them have declared themselves against any for mal presentations to society. Others H. S. FRANK Milliner our fall collection of millinery has been priced to meet present conditions. 149 EAST WALTON PLACE PALMOLIVE BVILDIHG Opposite Dra\e Hotel X ML) 56 SPOON IS THE ENEMY OF THE 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,Gin9er 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, Ihey tell all. THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION Chcswick, Pa. RYE -GIN -RUM DELICIOUS FLAVORS A jar makes a whole «-alloii. Gin type makes TWO. If these aren't the swellest reproductions of Happier Days, we wera never so embarrassed in our life. FREE COCKTAIL BOOK Gives directions and lists 14 flavors. Get yours today. It brings a New Thrill. AT ALL QUALITY DEALERS Phone Delaware 1880 HOSMER PRODUCTS CO. 160 East Illinois St. CHICAGO BITTERS for Better Taste ! To ginger ale . Abbott's Bitters adds that cer tain something ! It's the indis pensable i n - gredient for good mixing. It's the perfect tonic for tired appetites! 0#&0 HALF PRICE: Send 85c in stamps for 50c bottle. Address Dept.C-! I'. 0. Box 44 Baltimore. Md. BITTERS are looking forward to their coming out parties, but many of the frills and furbelows of a few seasons back will be conspicuous by their absence. Time was when a party to be a "good" party cost the paternal pock- etbook many thousands of dollars. Miss Jean Schweppe, daughter of the Charles H. Schweppes, has an' nounced that she, for one, will have no large celebration in honor of her first winter out. On the other hand, her cousin, Miss Mary Reed, Mrs. Kersey Coates Reed's child, wants a debut party, and although no plans have as yet been made known, it's possible that her mother will give a tea for her in their charming new Lake Forest abode. Miss Lucy Fairbank and her cousin, Miss Frances Bell will make their bows to society on September tenth at a tea to be given by their mothers, Mrs. Dexter Fairbank and Mrs. Laird Bell, at Thorncroft, the Bells' delight' ful and always hospitable Hubbard Woods house. After that, Miss Bell goes back to Smith and Miss Fair- bank to Bryn Mawr to continue their studies, returning to Chicago in time for the annual Christmas holiday round of festivity. Miss Ellen Truax, first debutante of the season, was introduced at a tea given on August twenty-seventh by her mother, Mrs. Sewall Truax, and her grandmother, Mrs. William Con- stantine Egan, at Egandale, in High land Park. And included in the list of the winter buds whose party arrangements have not yet been com pleted, are Miss Lydia Swift, daughter of the Alden Swifts, Miss Marie Swift; the John Chapman's daughter, Virginia; Miss Josephine Patterson, Miss Marjorie Goodman, Miss Louise Dewey, Miss Elizabeth Baum, Miss Jean Wilhelm, Miss Mary Senior; Miss Eleanor Cheney, daughter of the F. Goddard Cheneys, who, with the Horace Kent Tenneys, are giv ing a tea for her on the seventeenth of September; Miss Barbara Morse, Miss Rosamond Baker, Miss Elizabeth Bunting, Miss Betty Gillies, Miss Mary Louise Morris, the Misses Caro line and Barbara Bullard, Miss Janet Bard, Miss Evelyn Willing, Miss Honore White, Miss Eleanor Lit- singer, Miss Betty Whatley, Miss Edna Doering, Miss Julia Kramer, Miss Barbara Eldridge, Miss Eleanor Page, Miss Helen Johnson, and Miss Nancy Traylor. SERVING A TRADITION Makes Entertaining Distinguished (Begin on page 43) plunge into other varieties for other occasions, the well-known cream cracker and, of course, the flaky Caviar Puffs with the convenient depressions for hors d'oeuvre fillings. If your cupboard is bare of caviar or anchovies or pate de foie gras these are delectable with a bit of cheese quickly toasted just enough to melt the cheese and slight ly heat the biscuit. And your diet ing friends will fall with joy upon the crunchy All Wheat Crispbread which has its fat content completely modified and is healthful for every one and delightfully good at the same time. In Virginia the traditional supper buffet is always flanked at one end by a large baked ham which has a flavor like no ham produced elsewhere. In fact the flavor is so remarkable that Vir ginians have long made it a custom to send a Christmas package of Smith- field Ham to their benighted but ap preciative Northern friends. Smith- field is now distributed through several of the specialty shops here — Kunze, Kontos, Stop and Shop, etc. This special cure is almost as old as American history. The little town of Smithfield was settled very early in pioneer days, named after Captain John Smith, and the settlers fell upon the famous Virginia ham flavor quite accidentally. Being frugal souls they turned their hogs into the peanut fields each fall to clear un the left overs after the harvest. This peanut diet enriched the hog flesh so that it was especially adapted to stand the long and strenuous cure to which it was subjected. To this day the Smithfield hams are cured in the same way, spiced and heavily smoked with the woods of oak, apple and hickory, and then put aside to age a whole year. This curing of the rich meat produces an indescribable flavor, which will keen your guests three-deep about the buffet and make you as proud as any chatelaine of a historic white-pillared mansion. The Smithfield hams are also used in the Deviled Smithfield ham which is sold in jars and makes an ideal spread and mixture for all sorts of sandwiches, canapes, and hors d'oeuvre crackers. Combined with mayonnaise and chopped hard boiled egg it makes a tangy celery stuffing, and it adds a grand flavor to poached eggs on toast if the toast is first spread thinly with ham. 1 HE simple tradi tional dishes are immensely popular these days for informal affairs and many hostesses are serving the old Yankee bean pot with a huge bowl of salad for Sunday night suppers. Pour your tins of Friend's beans into an earthenware casserole or a bean pot, heat it through, and every one will be certain that you have spent days preparing the feast and digging a hole in which to bake the beans — or whatever it is that Massa chusetts housewives did. Friend's also puts up heavenly brown bread in tins which is heated simply by setting the tin in hot water and boiling it for a short while. These are sold at specialty grocers too. A suggestion in Borden's Epicure's boo\ of Cheese Recipes (which ought to be the Bible of every cheese lover) gives a new fillip to the old Ameri can custom of serving cheese with pie. A package of cream cheese is folded into slightly salted whipped cream and spread over the crust — it's won derful on apple, mince or blackberry pie. American grandmothers were also famous for their spiced delicacies which touch off the meat service per fectly. Their modern descendants acquire fame with the same things. But theirs usually come out of the tins and bottles in the beautiful Richelieu foods. Old fashioned SDiced cantaloupe preserves made from a treasured Southern recipe, spiced neaches and quince, spiced watermelon rind, add a restful touch and a distinction that makes good en tertaining fine entertaining. and 3Q Other -Non-Alcoholic COCKTAIL BEVERAGES MIX THIS DELIGHTFUL DRINK "DERBY SOUR" 2 parts Wahl's DERBY (Bourbon Flavor), 1 part strained lemon juice. V? part Wahl's Pine GRENADINE. 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Imagine the sensation of biting into a biscuit and discovering a creamy layer of real English Cheddar Cheese ! Peek Frean's Assorted CAVIAR PUFFS — dainty little morsels of "puff pastry" precisely shaped to hold caviar or you care to serve, You can fill them anchovy or any other appetizer Caviar Puffs don't get soggy. hours before cocktail-time. Peek Frean's ALLWHEAT CRISPBREAD— delicious, crunchy wafers of whole wheat — containing all the bran, mineral salts and vitamins of the whole grain. With the starch content completely modified, All Wheat Crisp - bread is concentrated energy and nourishment in its most palatable form. You eat AllWheat Crispbread along with your meals and it keeps you fit. These and many other delicious Peek Frean products you can now buy in Chicago. Go to your grocer today and ask him to show you his selection of specialties by Peek Frean 8b Co. Ltd.. of London, England. Peek Frean's GENUINE ENGLISH ^ ^P^^All Wheat v**' Crispbread