CUICAGOAN January, 1933 Price 35 Cents THE ARLINGTON HOTEL and BATHS HOT SPRINGS NAT'L PARK, ARKANSAS Very Attractive RATES for the Current Season One of the Finest Resort Hotels in America — 560 Rooms, Each with Bath or Toilet Rejuvenate in these Tonic Baths of ARKANSAS' HOT SPRINGS Here at the hospitable Arlington you may don robe and slippers upon rising in the morning — step into a private elevator which takes you directly into our immaculate Bath House on the third floor . . . and in this wonderfully complete establishment, find welcome relief from rheumatism, high blood pressure, neuritis and kindred ills . . . as well as escape from tired nerves and brain fag. Operated under supervision of the U. S. Gov't which owns and controls Hot Springs' thermal waters, this splendid institution affords you every type of therapeutic treatment, administered by skilled licensed practitioners. (Write for Special Baths Booklet and schedule of amazingly low charges.) Famed for its comfort and excellent cuisine, The Arlington invites you to a vacation sojourn of rest, change and physical benefit per haps unmatched anywhere in America. A deft service anticipates every want ... a soft winter climate enhances outdoor recreation . . . three beautiful 18-hole golf courses with Grass Greens and Tees are available . . . and social pleasures including dancing to a metro politan orchestra. JUST OVERNIGHT FROM CHICAGO ON THROUGH SLEEPERS Hot Springs Golf & Country Club. 54 Holes of Championship Golf. Grass Greens and Tees. May we send you our illustrated booklet and schedule of attractive rates for the current season? Just address W. E. CHESTER, President and General Manager The Arlington Hotel and Baths HOT SPRINGS NATIONAL PARK, ARKANSAS Chicago- ¦- Qtuuccviu 1933 A BICYCLE DRESS BUILT FOR YOU . . . DOES THAT SOUND NEW? EVER SEEN A DUFY" PRINT THAT LOOKS LIKE SPRINGTIME FOR CERTAIN? . . . (YES, DUFY" WHO PAINTS THOSE SPLASHY SCENES OF THE BOIS). FRANKLIN CHECK (AFTER MRS. FRANKLIN D. HERSELF), TO WEARSABOUT- OR A JAVANESE BEACH SKIRT WHEN YOU "G ?X>H! IF YOU CRAVE NEW GLAMOUR . . . NEW LOOK IN LIFE . . . THEN THE FASH>QNXENTER WAS CREATED JUST FOR YOU. WE'LL SHOW WOOLENS THAT WILL MAKE YOU YEARN FOR LIFE IN THE CO COLUMNIST WRAP YOU IN AN EVENING GOWN NO S AT AN OPENING . . . WE'LL DRESS YOU IN CLOTHES OF BEAUTIFUL FABRICS YOU HAVE NEVER IVE UP . . . AND WON'T IT BE A RELIEF TO SPEND SOME MONEY FOR SOMETHING GOOD? THAT'S WHY WE'VE OPENED THE FASHION CENTER IN CHICAGO AND WHY FROM NOW ON IT'S GOING TO BE THE FASHION CENTER FOR YOU. ovl'Uvl SUtvth, J-£oiyi/ MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY January, 1933 3 THE NEW PACKARD EIGHT • 120 H. P. • 14 Body Styles THE NEW PACKARD SUPER. EIGHT • •• 145 H. P. • • 12 Body Styles THE NEW PACKARD TWELVE • • • 160 H. P. • • 11 Body Styles This is what PACKARD has done for the fine car buyer of 1933 WE BELIEVE this year's Packards, more than any other fine car, have taken into account these three things . . . . . . that no two people are alike. • . . that every motorist loves comfort. . . . that the public is ready to return to quality mer chandise. Would you believe that any car could be handled with equal facility by a 200-pound man or a 90-pound woman? Any of the new Packards can be— whether it is the Eight, the Super Eight, or the Twelve. The new power brakes, by a turn of a lever on the dash, can be adjusted to any desired pressure — so that the feather touch of a woman's foot stops the car as quickly and easily as the heavy tread of a man. The cushion clutch can be disengaged almost with the weight of the foot alone. You can shift from one speed to another with the pressure of a single finger. The steering is so easy it is almost automatic. Don't look for a choke on the dash. The choke is en tirely automatic. So the motor starts perfectly in any weather. The carburetor can never flood. Imagine a ventilation control system that allows a fresh- air enthusiast and his maiden aunt to be comfortable at the same time — that circulates fresh air even in a driving rainstorm — yet completely banishes draughts. Imagine safety headlights that permit top-speed driving at night on country roads, and that spotlight the ditch when you're passing other cars. Comfort? The cushions you rest on were contoured by one of the world's most famous orthopedic surgeons. The springs beneath you run 75% of the wheelbase length. The motor before you is so mounted that no vibration reaches you. While the improved and exclusive ride con- PACKARD MOTOR CAR 2367 S. MICHIGAN AVE. • 1735 E. RAILROAD 925 LINDEN AVE.. trol gives you three perfect types of ride. Use the one you like best. But perhaps you will get your greatest thrill from the quiet of these cars. The motors are as noiseless at 80 to 90 miles as they are when idling. Not content with that, Packard has gone outside the car and by redesigning moldings and angles, has even lessened the sound of the wind as it rushes by. These Packards, you'll find, have more power, travel more swiftly and accelerate faster than even their 1932 brothers. Yet, unbelievable as it may sound, they use less oil; they give more miles to a gallon of gas. Equally important is the economy that Packard has effected by doubling the life of motor parts through an exclusive system of lubrication. 50,000 miles of continu ous driving at the Packard Proving Grounds have repeat edly failed to show any measurable wear in motor or transmission. Even after 125,000 actual engagements of the clutch in traffic, no adjustment was necessary. • • • SUCH, in brief, is the story of the three new Packards. In appearance, features and in quality, all three are alike. They differ only in size and added richness of appoint ments, in power and price.Together Packard believes they represent not only the finest cars Packard has ever pro duced, but the finest cars America has ever seen. So sincere, so certain are we in this belief that we ask you to test these cars against any other car you know. Whether you expect to buy a car at once or not, visit your Packard showroom and inspect the new Packards. Then drive one over a road you know by heart. Compare it with your present car. Compare it with every other fine< car 1933 can offer you. We leave it to you which of the world's fine cars you will then decide to make yours. COMPANY OF CHICAGO AVE.. EVANSTON • 7320 STONY ISLAND AVE. HUBBARD WOODS it's here! the mid-season dress- to ca rry on after holiday cheer A small diagonal patterns this golden rod chalk crepe. Crisp box pleated folds of brown taffeta give airy movement to the broad shoulder effect. An intricate metal buckle accents the high low waistline — and just to make it more ravishingly gay, the back is cut to a deep V decolletage. Mid-season prints from #19.75 N.A.HANNAInc. Sp an is h Court W I L M E T T E Contents for JANUAR Y Page 1 7 9 11 WINTER SPORT, by Burnham C. Curtis A GUIDE TO CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT EDITORIAL COMMENT CHICAGOANA, conducted by Donald C. Plant 14 TECHNOLOGY WITH DIAGRAMMATICS, by Richard Atwater 16 THEATRICAL NIGHT, by Sandor 17 THE MASTER OF THE INN, by Robert Pollak 18 THE GOLDEN PHEASANT 19 STUDY IN BLACK AND WHITE, by E. Simms Campbell 21 THIRTEEN AGAINST FATE, by Charles Barney Cory 22 FOUR NOT OF A KIND, by William C. Boyden 23 BETTINA HALL, by Paul Stone 24 TRAVEL, by Lucia Lewis 26 PORTRAIT AND ANNOUNCEMENT 27 CENTURIONS OF PROGRESS, by Milton S. Mayer and A. George Miller 36 JUST AROUND THE CORNER, by The Chicagoenne 39 MEN'S FASHIONS, by James Bond 40 THE AUTOMOBILE SHOW, by Clay Burgess 42 MUSIC, by Robert Pollak 44 BOOKS, by Susan Wilbur 46 ART, by Edward Millman 48 IN FULL FLIGHT, by Karl S. Belts THE CHICAGOAN — William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, Martin Quigley, President, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago, 111. Harrison 003?. A. E. Holt, Advertising Manager. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson'Reilly, Bendix Building, Los Angeles; Rull Bldg., San Francisco. Subscription, $3.00 annually; single copy 35c. Vol. XIII, No. 6, January, 1933. Copyright, 1933. Entered as second class matter August 19, 1931, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111, under the act of March 3, 1879. 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 the atres listed below, THE CHI CAGOAN is pleased to assure its readers choice reservations at box office prices and with a minimum of inconvenience. Adelphi Great Northern Apollo Harris Blackstone Majestic Cort Playhouse Erlanger Princess | Grand Selwyn I Studebaker When You Travel This Winter . . . Choose The Shortest Route Airtravel "Via Transamerican" always means fast, comfort able, on-time service. Fro* quent schedules are operated throughout the day from Municipal Airport to Detroit, Michigan points and the East. Heated cabins, radio and night flying equipment make winter flying safe and enjoyable. DAILY THROUGH SERVICE CHICAGO TO South Bend $4.35 45 minutes Detroit $13.25 150 minutes Grand Rapids . . $11.00 125 minutes Fort Wayne . . . $8.70 109 minutes Low Fares — direct con nections to other cities. 10% reduction on round trip tickets Phone State 7110 for air travel information and reservations. ^Iransamerican /. Airlines G>rp. (ffjfc The Shortest Route >AcA4H4 ttlC -CtU/ ^UHtl ShttDUqC jL INTER at Hotel ' * del Coronado in the California of your dreams. Let the glamorous past of a romantic land, soft breezes off summer seas, glorious panoramas from majestic Point Loma,and the quaint lure of a near-by foreign land weave for you their spell of enchantment. Send for Folder with Ratts Mel S. Wright, Mana&tr CORONAtO BEACH CALIFORNIA The Chicagoan STAGE (Curtains, 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., Matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays unless otherwise indicated.) sJtCusical THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. A very tasteful production and Jerome Kern's beautiful score. Bettina Hall heads an able cast. SHOW BOAT— Auditorium, 431 S. Wabash. Harrison 6554. Helen Morgan and Margaret Adams in an excellent revival of Ziegfeld's last and possibly greatest triumph. Matinees on Saturdays only. FACE THE MUSIC— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. What Of Thee I Sing does to the National Government, this hilarious Irving Berlin-Moss Hart show does to New York City's local lodge. 'Drama THE FAMILY UPSTAIRS— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Thomas W. Ross in a typical Thomas W. Ross comedy, evidently having something to do with the family upstairs. THE PLATS THE THING— Black- stone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Guy Bates Post heads the cast in Molnar's famous comedy. MUSIC WOMAN'S SYMPHONT OR CHESTRA OF CHICAGO— Drake Hotel. Sundays at 5 p. m., February 12, March 12, April 16. The seventh season. Alexander Bloch is announced as guest sole ist'eonductor for the fourth and next concert, February 12. CINEMA THE ANIMAL KINGDOM— Leslie Howard, Ann Harding and Myrna Loy in the best picture of this and the last dozen months. (See it.) WITH WILLIAMSON UHDER THE SEA— A dramatically in structive and entertaining explora tion. (Go.) THE BIG DRIVE— Official film record of the war. (It's a duty.) THE LAWYER MAN— William Powell outwits the racketeers again, and lives. (Give it an hour.) A FAREWELL TO ARMS— Helen Hayes, Gary Cooper and Adolphe Menjou do very well by Mr. Hem ingway. (Attend.) THE ISLAND OF LOST SOULS— A quite outrageously fantastic affair produced for no conceivable reason. (Avoid it.) FAST LIFE — A moderately engaging cross section of the moderately en gaging civilisation immoderately engaged. (It doesn't matter.) THE DEVIL IS DRIVING — Ed mund Lowe detects and undoes a ring of extremely nifty automobile thieves. (Probably not.) THEY CALL IT SIN— But it isn't. (Don't.) THE MATCH KING — Warren William impersonates the late Ivar Kreuger with color and dash. (It's a pleasure.) FLESH— Wallace Beery of The Champ in a similar role and a pic ture almost as good. (Never miss a Beery picture.) CYNARA— Ronald Colman and Kay Francis in an extremely grace ful enactment of the play. (Of course. ) SECRETS OF THE FRENCH POLICE — A more or less incred ible but eminently enjoyable detec tive yarn. (If you like 'em.) mniiMiiii^imlliiiii litis SHERLOCK HOLMES— There is but one Sherlock Holmes and he is Clive Brook. (By all means.) THE HALF NAKED TRUTH— Lee Tracy in his best picture. (Don't miss it.) TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 1975. Special tea service — famous Piccadilly sandwiches, THERE'S ALWAYS HENRICI'S Where good food needs no apology of bad music and people go from great dis tances for values worth while because they are the kind of peo ple who know their way about not only for luncheon and dinner but for breakfast and late supper too on Sundays and other holidays as well as the common run of days and it takes a stout man to carry away inside of him — food rep resented by a check of any con siderable size. HENRICI'S ON RANDOLPH BETWEEN CLARK AND DEARBORN FROM BREAKFAST TO MIDKIGHT SUNDAYS TOO muffins toasted, marmalades, salads, cakes and ices. Luncheon and dinner served both a la carte and table d'hote. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL — 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Wabash 1088. The critical tastes of the clientele give unneeded stimulus to the chef. HENRICI'S — 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. The Town's old est restaurant and when better coffee and pastries are made Hen- rici's will still shun orchestral dinner music. JIM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. The place to go when you're in fine fettle for fish and other sea food. PITTSFIELD TAVERN— 55 E. Washington. State 4925. A delight ful place for luncheon and tea while shopping, and for dinner afterward. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. One of the Town's institutions and an admirable lunch eon, tea or dinner choice. They'll check your dog, too. LA LOUISIANE— 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. Gaston of the Al- ciatores, famous restaurateurs, has reopened his dining room and is again offering the superb dishes for which he is so well known. 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. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Castilian catering and atmosphere — you can. almost hear the castanets slick in your coffee. j ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. G%£ Delaware 3688. Swedish service and food stuffs. You'll leave in that haze of content that surges over a well-fed diner. JACQUES— 180 E. Delaware. Dela ware 0904. A peculiarly intrigu ing French dining room where the sweet amenities of service and cuisine prevail. CAPE COD ROOM— Drake Hotel, Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Everything you can think of, and several other things, in the way of marine foods. And a lot of Cape Cod atmosphere. JOSEPH H. BIGGS— 50 E. Huron. Superior 0900. Private dining room and ballroom for social func tions by appointment. Fifty years of uninterrupted reputation for choice food and service. SCHLOGLE'S—il N. Wells. A res taurant noted for its literary flavor and not less worthy for its more than fifty years of excellent vict- ualry. Something of a show place. CHARM HOUSE— 800 N. Michigan. Superior 4781. Brings to Chi cago the same food that has been enjoyed and so well served in Charm House in Cleveland for five years. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. You're always near one or another no matter where you happen to be. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Of what importance is the scarcity of good restaurants in the neighbor hood when there Eitel's is? MT. ARARAD— 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. LAIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able cater ing, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. MAISON CHAPELL— 1142 S. Michigan. Webster 4240. Where January, 193 3 7 SANDOR OFFERS THE ABOVE ESCUTCHEON TO LLOYD LEWIS those who are connoisseurs of ex cellent French cuisine assemble for the pleasure of an evening. CIRO'S — 18 W. Walton. Superior 6907. Luncheon, tea and dinner served in the Sea'Glade. One of the Town's unusual dining places and certainly not to be missed. EARLY AMERICAN TEA SHOP — 664 Rush. Delaware 5494. Real old fashioned service and food; bridge breakfasts and buffet dinners every Monday — and the antiques. HARDING'S COLOHIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. Famous for its old fashioned American cuisine and variety of menu. RIVEREDGE— On the Des Plaines River, route 22, Yl mile east of Milwaukee Avenue at Half Day. Rather a trip, but worth it to get away from it all. The cuisine is excellent. 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. HYDE PARK CLUB— 53rd at Lake Park. On the roof of the bank building. Excellent luncheon and dinners. Also, perfectly suited for dances, private parties and so on. 1400 RESTAURANT— 1400 Lake Shore Drive. Whitehall 4180. Well-cooked food at reasonable prices combine to add enjoyment for the diner out. Seven course dinner on week days, $0.75; dinner de luxe, Sundays and Holidays, $1.00; also a la carte service. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michi gan. Delaware 1187. Excellent cuisine and new Winter Terrace is open for nightly dinner dancing. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Di- versey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Astonishingly good victuals prepared and served in the customary German manner. THE VERA MEGOWEH TEA ROOMS— 501 Davis, 512 Main, Evanston. A smart dining spot where Evanstonians and north- siders like to meet and eat. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 Rush. Delaware 1492. European cooking and atmosphere. Famous for its smorgasbord. BRADSHAW'S— 620 N. Michigan. Delaware 2386. A pleasant spot for luncheon, tea or dinner. Quiet and restful, and the catering is notable. THE SPAH.ISH TEA ROOM— 126 S. Washington St., Naperville. On State route No. 18 (Ogden Ave.). Noted for its famous home cook ing. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. Some thing of a show place always well attended by the better people. FRED HARVEY'S— Union Station. The usual wonderful foods and the regular Harvey service. ARCADE TEA ROOM— 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. In the arcade of the Arcade Building. Breakfast, luncheon, tea, dinner. And there's a grill. THE SAN PEDRO— 918 Spanish Court, Wilmette. Authentic old- tavern setting. -Food that pleases North Shorites who gather here. There are some famous specialties. B/G SANDWICH SHOPS— There are eleven locations in the Down town section. Tempting foods promptly served. ^hCorning — Noon — Nigh t HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Ran dolph. Franklin 2100. Always fun at College Inn, particularly Wednesday (Theatrical) Nights. Ben Bernie, the incomparable Old Maestro, and his band. Mr. Braun leads the way. And those Saturday nights at the Bal Tabarin. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 block — Sheridan Road. Mark Fisher and his orchestra play in the Marine Dining Room, concert and dancing, with dancing week-day evenings until 12:00 o'clock; Fridays until 1:00 a. m.; Saturdays, formal, until 2:00 a. m. Dinner $1.50. No cover charge to dinner guests except Saturday nights when there is a charge of $1.00. Dance admission week- nights, $1.00; Saturday nights $1.50. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. The new Gold Coast Room is grand. Luncheons, $1.00. Dinner, $1.50. Clyde ("The Real") McCoy and his orchestra play. Cover charge, after nine, $1.00 week nights; $1.50 Saturdays. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. The Joseph Urban Room, new and splendid, and without doubt the most beautiful supper room any where, is popular with Vincent Lopez and his orchestra after 10 p. m. Strictly formal Saturday evenings. HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Dell Coon and his orchestra play in the Blue Fountain Room. Dinner, $1.00. Saturday nights, $1.50. NEW BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W.Randolph. Central 0123. Ivan Eppinoff and his melodious or chestra provide the music for din ner and supper dancing from 7:00 p. m. to 1 :00 a. m.; later on Saturday. Dinners. $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Mich igan. Wabash 4400. George Dev- ron and his band play in the main dining room. Dinner, $1.00. No cover charge. 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. HOTEL BELMONT— Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2100. Superb cuisine and quite perfect continental service in a most re fined dining room. Blue Plate dinner, $1.00. Other dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Rendezvous of the town notables and equally notable for cuisine and service. Luncheon, 65c. Dinner, $1.25. Theodore is maitre. HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER— 163 E. Wahon. 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, $1.00 and up; in the Cof fee Shop, $0.90. GEORGIAN. HOTEL — 422 Davis Street. Greenleaf 4100. Fine serv ice and foods. Where Evansto nians and near-northsiders are apt to be found dining. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 E. Pear son. Superior 8200. Here you will find all the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak re finement. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. The new dining room is now open, with its con tinental Assorted Appetizer Bar, new appointments, decorations and indirect lighting effects. Dinners from $0.80 to $1.10. Luncheons from $0.50 to $0.75. EASTGATE HOTEL— 162 E. On tario. Superior 3580. A particu larly fine dining room with alert service and excellent cuisine. Din ners from $0.60 to $1.00. THE GRAEMERE— 3330 Washing ton Blvd. Van Buren 7600. In keeping with the tone of lovely Graemere, its dinner rendezvous has taken hold. It is now recog nized as the finest on the West Side. ORLAN.DO HOTEL— Hll E. 70th St. Plaza 3500. One of South Shore's most delightful tea rooms; reasonably priced, excellent foods. THE CHURCHILL— lltl N. State. Whitehall 5000. You really ought to try the home-cooked meals at this inviting dining room that spe cializes in hors d'oeuvres. Lunch eon, $0.50. Dinners, $1.00; Sun days, $0.85, Sunday evenings, $1.25. THE SHOREHAM— 3318 Lake Shore Drive. Bittersweet 6600. The dining room is operated by Mrs. Look, whose name is synony mous with good food. Serving table d'hote and a la carte at all hours. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chest nut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. A pleasant place with an ample menu and alert service. Conven ient for the southside diners-out especially. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. Gifford is in charge. SHORELAND HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splendid Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to south- side diners-out. Several reasonably priced dinners. 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, $1.50 and $1.00. EAST END PARK— Hyde Park Blvd. at 53rd St. Fairfax 6100. A popular dining place o n the southside. Table d'hote dinner, $1.00. Dusk Till Dawn CHEZ PAREE— Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. The newest spot in town and hand somely decorated. Ben Pollak and his music with Doris Robbins. And Sophie Tucker, the last of the red-hot mamas! VANITY FAIR— Broadway at Grace. Buckingham 3254. Good floor show. Cliff Winehill is master of ceremonies and he could easily double for Jimmy Durante. Charlie Straight and his band play. No cover charge, but $2.00 minimum charge Saturdays. TERRACE GARDENS — Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 9600. Don Pedro and his orches tra and a floor show. And there's the famous Morrison kitchen. CAFE WINTER GARDEN— 519 Diversey Parkway. Diversey 6039. Frankie Masters and his orchestra, Sam Hare's usual good floor show and the old Dempster Road Dells spirit. And Helen Morgan. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Texas Guinan and her Guinan Gang and Dick Rock's orchestra. GRAND TERRACE — 3955 South Parkway. Douglas 3600. Earl Hines and his boys have gone on a six weeks' tour, but they'll be back. (Meanwhile there's a good band and an excellent floor show.) KIT-KAT KLUB— 606 N. Clark. Delaware 0421. Where you can dance and dine till breakfast time. Freddie Janis and his orchestra and a better than ordinary floor show. No cover charge. BLACKHAWK— 139 N. Wabash. Dearborn 6262. Hal Kemp and his orchestra play. Service is alert and Blackhawk cuisine has always been known as perfect. THE PLAYGROUND — 7th and Wabash. Carl Lorrain and his orchestra and a floor show headed by Eddie Clifford. 8 The ChicagoaN TT is our pleasant duty to announce the publication on June 1 of A The Chicagoan World's Fair Boo\. On that date The Chicagoan will make available to Chicagoans and to their no doubt innumerable visitors a distinguished volume executed in the Chicagoan tradition by Mr. Milton S. Mayer, Mr. A. George Miller and associated artisans. Because of The Chicagoan's especial qualifications for a work of this character, demonstrated by the above named gentlemen in this and preceding numbers, we add the unabashed assertion that The Chicagoan World's Fair Boo\ will occupy a position of unques' tioned supremacy among the tomes dedicated to A Century of Progress Exposition. There will be a wide variety of these tomes, naturally. There always is. A substantial production of slightly commercial com plexion already completed bears the staid imprint of Rand-McNally. Work is progressing steadily on a duly authorized volume sponsored by the Century of Progress Exposition itself under the skilled editor- ship of Mr. John Drury. There will be many more, each with its elected purpose, and they cannot be too many. The story of Chicago's second world's fair is a big story and cannot be too often told. It shall 'be the elected purpose of The Chicagoan World's Fair Boo\ to tell it faithfully, unreservedly, artistically and enduringly. Complete details of The Chicagoan World's Fair Boo\ will be revealed in ample season. Only two seem to require emphasis at this time. First, The Chicagoan World's Fair Boo\ will not interrupt the steady succession of regularly published monthly issues of the maga zine. Second, it will be published and distributed on a no-profit basis. A definite impression of its general character may be had by turning to Centurions of Progress in this issue. HpWO other volumes of related interest, although neither is directly ¦"¦ concerned with the Exposition, are Art of Today, by Mr. J. Z. Jacobson, and Chicago's Accomplishments and Leaders, by Mr. Glenn A. Bishop and Mr. Paul T. Gilbert. The first, of which Miss Wilbur has something to say elsewhere in this number, is an honest, straight-forward presentation of the works and ideals of fifty-two Chicago artists. The art critics have not been unanimous in approval of Mr. Jacobson's selections, but unanimity was never a virtue of the art critics. The book is a good deal more worthwhile than any of them have given you cause to believe. The Bishop-Gilbert volume, which runs well beyond five hundred pages, is a more prosaic production. Its principal usefulness is as a reference work. It contains, in addition to a running story of the Town's several architectural splendors and civic prides, photographs and brief biographies of some two hundred or more substantial citizens. We are always a little downcast after reading the private lives of public personalities, but we've been told we're funny that way. The book is an impressively inclusive and no doubt valuable work nevertheless. \>TR. CLAY BURGESS, whose knowledge of horse power and things like that surpasseth our feeble understanding, informs us that the motors about to make their bow at the Automobile Show and Salon have escaped utterly the devastating influence of the technocrats. On the contrary, he assures us, automotive engineers and designers have "seen" the technocrats and pushed in a neat stack of blue chips without a tremor. In our eager opinion, this constitutes news of major magnitude. The new cars, we're told, are not merely better than the old ones. They are different, they are finer, they are styled with equal fidelity to art, science and the seven graces. Additionally — and we count this an especial blessing — the ogre of price has been coolly shunted into the background, alongside the cylinder displacements, piston rings and other essential unmentionables, by all save the five-and-ten producers. A good deal has been said and written about the possibility of a new industry springing into being and taking up the employment slack that everyone's worrying about. The news about the new cars moves us to wonder if an old industry might not do the same job. A prosperity arriving on four rubber tires would suit us as well as any other. CHICAGO is not the financial center of the United States — a distinction it never disputed with New York — but it is, unques tionably, the center of financial melodrama. New York was never a match for Chicago in the insane contest to see how many banks could be closed in how many days. Broadway never saw a play as weirdly staged and extravagantly over-acted as the Insull fantasy. And it had to be Chicago, too, that would spread before a theretofore unshaken world of policy holders the spectacle of a life insurance company in distress. If all this be a part of the pioneer ruggedness, the rough-hewn leadership of which we've been known to 'boast, we're ready to call it quits, put boiled shirts on the sturdy frontiers men and learn to eat with a fork. Chicago has taken plenty of punishment. Those of its citizens who have not lost all are at best a little punch-drunk. Even some of those who have still cling to life insurance. It is still good (no policy holder has yet suffered more than inconvenience) but the Illinois story does not conduce to comfort. It should be pointed out, we think, that it was not the life insurance business, but the hotel business, that was bad. Reports of legitimately conducted life insur ance companies are outstandingly good in an era of depressed earnings statements. A life insurance policy is, in point of fact, a better investment than it ever has been. The Illinois incident ought not to be permitted to obscure that immensely important condition. APPOINTMENT of Mr. Paul Stone as official portrait photog- "^ rapher for The Chicagoan is announced this month. Mr. Stone has been precisely that for some eighteen months, as you must have gathered, but it has never seemed necessary to state the fact until now. We make the announcement at this time — if we may burden you with our troubles for just a moment — primarily in defense of our editorial peace and incidentally in blanket explanation of failure to print various photographs, most of them fairly good and all doubtlessly well intentioned, that have come to our desk in an abundance embarrassing to even our broad pages and broader inter pretation of the word Society. Selection of Mr. Stone, in the beginning, requires no explanation. One goes to Babe Ruth for home runs. Mr. Stone's photographs were and are precisely the kind of photographs — his clientele precisely the kind of clientele — in which we were and are interested. It was all so simple, so clearly the thing to do, that there seemed no need for men tioning it. Maybe there isn't now, but the turn of the year is an appropriate occasion for announcements and probably such things should be of record. THE thirteen charter members of the Anti-Superstition Society celebrated by Mr. Charles Barney Cory in his travesty in this issue take their mission lightly. They would have you believe it is all done in a spirit of good clean fun, which it isn't quite, but we're of a different mind. We cannot dismiss the idea that these merry gentlemen, wittingly or not, have started the most prom- iseful counter-offensive against defeatism that has been put into motion. Vast as is our respect for the depression, we suspect that popular superstition — the general conviction that luck is against the human race, that risk is another way to spell ruin and that the cards are stacked against all and sundry — is its principal weapon. "D IQ came in and sat down. We'd been reading Diagrammatics. *^- Riq said he knew the answer to technocracy. We said technoc racy was easy, but what about diagrammatics? He said well, what about it, and we gave him the book to read while we answered a tele phone call from June Provines about would we write something to encourage people to bring dogs to Orphans of the Storm or adopt dogs from it (we're a little mixed about this, but both are commend able deeds) and when we'd finished with the 'phone Riq said why not put them all together and see what they spell and we said we didn't know why not, nor why either. Riq knew, though, and that's how Technocracy with Diagrammatics was born. The page number is 14 and now that we've told you it's the funniest composition ever presented at these prices our January chores are done and so to bed. MARTHA WEATHERED gowns are chosen for important occasions Decause no shop carries such an extensive collec tion 01 unauestionably smart stvles. Livery woman knows the IHartha Weathered label sitfnihes high est cniality it always lias and always will. navy and white plaid organdie with navy grosgrain ribbon tie and s a sh MARTHA WEATHERED SHOPS GOWNS WRAPS SUITS SPORTSWEAR MILLINERY 10 The Chicagoan Chicagoana With an Eye and an Ear to the Din and the Whim of the Town Conducted by Donald Plant THE "Buy American" Campaign that Mr. Hearst and his inventive newspa pers are sponsoring may turn into some thing to watch, may even turn into something fertile; in fact, it may be perfectly colossal. The plan, as we understand it (and we're not quite sure about that) is that every good American citizen ought to "Buy American" labor, travel, steel, products, et cetera, and only American labor, travel, steel, products, et cetera. It doesn't come out and suggest you "Buy American" Can and T. &? T., but that's probably a variation of the scheme. France doesn't think the campaign is so hot, but that's natural. And we feel a perfect Major Andre (or are we thinking of Ethan Allen?) for buying the Christmas edition of Punch. Southern Exposure /^NE of this department's special corre spondents has just returned from the Old South, whence he was despatched by this journal to make a report on the state of the War. (You know, the War.) He made his headquarters at Selma, Alabama, and after a survey of the terrain, through the eyes of a julep rc two, telegraphed the home office that "although discouraging reports have reached here from Richmond, Selmians in general maintain that if Lee wants to yellow- out, let him go ahead— Selma will whip the Yanks without him. Col. George Washing ton Gayle appeared at the court house this morning and posted at $1,000,000 reward for Abe Lincoln's head." Our correspondent's investigation carried him as far ahead as Union, Ala., a teeming metropolis of 900 souls about twenty miles from Selma (in good weather). Disguised in a large black fedora and a goatee as a Southern colonel, he lounged in front of the Economy Store and carried on his espionage. It was there that he learned why Uniontown, which had a population of 900 souls in 1850, has a population of 900 souls in 1933. It seems (our corre spondent goes on to say) that somewhere around the year 1850 the Southern Railway wa» extending its tracks into Alabama with Ac idea of reaching the Gulf. Officials of Ac railroad made an examination of the state to decide what route the new line should fol low. Uniontown seemed a logical station, since it was in the heart of the long-staple country and a promising little burgh withal. But Uniontown was without a hotel. This was a drawback, as far as the Southern Rail- Way was concerned, because there were no sleeping cars in operation (George M. Pull man not having got going yet) and travelers were prone to debark after a hard day's ride of twenty miles (part of the time the train Was on the tracks and part of the time on the ties) and knock off a good night's sleep at some hospitable inn. The executives of the Southern addressed a letter to the town council of Uniontown: If the town would build a hotel, something rather nice and tidy, the railroad would run its line through Union- town. A meeting of the council was called at the home of one of the leading planters. De bate waxed warm for some hours, between long black cigars and long white juleps, and at a late hour the host, getting pretty tired of it all, arose to make his first remarks of the evening. "My friends," he said with some heat, "we do not need a hotel in this city. Whenever a gentleman comes to Uniontown he is wel come to put up at my house as long as he likes. If a man is not a gentleman, we do not want him in Uniontown. I move we reject the offer of this hyah railroad." The motion was carried unanimously, and the Southern Railway was so informed. In due time the line was built, avoiding Union- town and running through Meridian. That is why, our correspondent reports, Union- town is, in 1933, a teeming metropolis of 900 souls. And the town council, as we go to press, has not changed its mind. Perennial /^\UR correspondent had a chat with • one ^-, of the usual village old-timers. The old boy dearly loved to be asked about how he had attained to such a grand old age, what ever it was. "To what do you attribute your long life?" asked our correspondent, who had been tch! tch! the distances out here are certainly deceiving! tipped off to the gray-beard's pet subject of conversation. "Well, suh," replied the old gentleman, "amongst otheh things, suh, Ah attribute mah long and not uninterestin' life to the fact that the sheriff still don't know who shot Jeff Hathaway." Mellowing ANOTHER friend of ours once told us *•*¦ about a southern trip he'd taken via motor car. He had to stop for radiator water or something in the hills section of Kentucky. He pulled up to a cabinish sort of dwelling place that had a pump in the front yard. (And, much to his distress, he was not mis taken for a revenue agent, thus blowing up that theory, for him at least.) The master of the household was reclining comfortably on the ground absorbing sunshine, quite asleep. Several (six or ten, anyway) chil dren were running around making a deal of noise. Out of the house popped the matron of the brood. "Hey," she called to the children, "you kids thar keep quiet now. Cain't yo' see yo'r Pappy is busy lettin' a barl o' licker age?" Journalism's Child HILE wandering about the Loop the other day, we happened upon one of the oddest and most interesting businesses we've come across in a long, long time. It's sort of the illegitimate daughter of the illegi timate son of the illegitimate nephew of newspaperdom . Because of the prohibitive costs of storage, newspapers never save back copies for more than a few days, and from this fact has grown the profitable business of R. S. Henshaw at 163 West Washington Street. For nearly fifty years he has been saving every edition of the various local newspapers and selling the old copies for one cent for every day they are old. Mr. Henshaw has the supply, we could see that. But we wondered if there were a de mand. After all, you seldom see anyone reading old newspapers. Mr. Henshaw as sured us, however, that, even after taking into consideration the expense of warehouse storage, Loop rental and other operating costs, the enormous demand for back copies does away entirely with the speculative side of his business. "People from every walk of life," said Mr. Henshaw, "call on me, and everyone has a particular reason for wanting an old copy. So many interesting things happen during almost any day that if I am at all in a talk ative mood, I can stay up most of the night talking about my callers." Just the one item, puzzle contests, brings in many customers. While we were there, an old man walked in and asked for a certain issue of a paper that January, 193 3 11 was running a contest, saying, "My grand child missed one of the puzzles and I'd like to get it for her." After he had left with his copy, Mr. Henshaw told us that, indubitably, the old gentleman was working the puzzles himself and was ashamed to admit it: and that lots of people called for old copies, say ing that the baby had spoiled the puzzle, when usually they'd messed it up themselves. He went on to tell us of various cases wherein old newspapers were of the utmost importance for insurance com panies seeking pictures of certain accidents, for politicians digging up a little scandal for forthcoming campaigns, for retailers seeking some successful advertisement, for wagerers wanting to prove a point, for lawyers, doc tors, clergymen. Stage people used to be his steadfast clients; they were usually immensely relieved, he added, to discover that what they were looking for was not in print after all. Mr. Henshaw's greatest satisfaction comes when his business is instrumental in deliver ing an innocent person from jail through tes timony afforded by one of his old copies. Not long ago a woman down in Springfield wrote him a long letter telling how the evi dence which she had got out of an old copy he had sent her upon order proved her son innocent of some crime or another when he was called before the grand jury. During the recent Bertie Arnold case, lawyers sought all the old copies carrying stories covering the Loeb and Leopold epi sode; one side for the insanity plea, the other for rebuttal. That case, too, figured in the Iggv Varecha trial when not only lawyers stopped in for old copies, but also alienists. Many celebrities call on Mr. Henshaw, ranging from screen stars to baseball play ers. Lots of them are pretty anxious to keep their identity and the reasons for the call a secret, too. It's an interesting business, with not a little glamor to it, and Henshaw back copies have figured in many a sports- world scandal, breach of promise suit, murder trial and cross-word puzzle contest. Technocracy 1V/T AYBE we haven't quite got a firm hold on the technocracy idea. True enough, we haven't given it hardly any study and practically no thought, or vice versa, largely because it seems to us to lean pretty much toward utopianism or diabolism. And it seems, to us again, rather like the inventor who waited upon a capitalist with his recently invented machine. "My dear sir," said the inventor, "this is an epoch-making machine." "Indeed?" replied the capitalist. "Then let's see it make an epoch." Inside on Hemingway \X7 HEN you're talking about what a great * picture A Farewell to Arms is, don't forget that the author of the story is a local boy — we're just passing up the fact that his home happened to be in Oak Park. Ernest Hemingway used to work in the Loop, and a friend of ours happened to work with him for about a year, but where is not partic ularly important since the company has gone out of business anyway. And this associa tion gave our friend a couple of inside slants of Hemingway. First of all, his going to Italy was no mat ter of chance. Our friend used to accom pany Hemingway to the bank every Satur day where he converted his not too large pay check into Italian lire. Why he wanted to do this, our friend could never understand; though it's clear now, of course. Our friend had been covering fights for the K[ews at a time when boxing was illegal in Illinois, but had lost none of its zest for the faithful in John Wagner's arena at Racine and Tommy Andrews' auditorium in Mil waukee. And was this man Hemingway a fight fan! He was better than that, in fact. Built like an ox that had had plenty of oppor- "ONE HUNDRED FRANCS — AND MAY I ASK POUR THE HELL QUOI?' tunity to graze, he was a rough citizen with the dukes himself. He was a great enthu siast, and he used to sneak over to Kid Howard's gymnasium of an afternoon and put on the gloves with the professionals that were training there, and give them a hearty workout. If his particular aim in life had not been pretty well marked out, Hemingway, our friend has always thought, would have had a grand chance to become heavyweight cham pion. His build was magnificent, he had courage and the many other qualifications necessary to the climb to fame in pugilism; he knew how to duck and he never led with his chin. But if anything were missing, our friend suspects it was his judgment, because Hemingway lost almost every dollar and lira he had backing Carpentier to beat Dempsey. Fast Presses \\7F. haven't yet seen A Farewell to Arms, but we did overhear the following snatch of dialogue. Two girls, midinettes of a sort probably, were standing before a win dow of one of another of the Town's chain drugstores, inspecting the display of modern literature, a great part of which was made up of many volumes of an inexpensive edi' tion of A Farewell to Arms. "Mygosh, Babe, lookit," said one, "tha book's out awready an' tha show on'y just opened a week ago." Trundle Car pURRING along the Avenue the other day, we were somewhat surprised to see a Baby Austin (now almost extinct) rolling along without driver or occupant. We followed it up and found that it was hooked to the rear bumper of a Packard which was being driven by a Packard mechanic. We asked what was the idea and the mechanic said the idea was this: If a customer 'phones and wants his Pack' ard serviced, the mechanic jumps in the Austin and dashes off to pick up the car to be attended to. The Packard is picked up, the Austin, is hooked on behind and both are brought in together. Or if a delivery is to be made, the Austin is towed along to trans' port the mechanic back to the home.. port Clever, we thought. "Damned clever," said the mechanic, or words to that effect. Horseless Carriage Contest *"TpHE National Automobile Chamber of -*- Commerce wants to know the answers to the following questions, and in order to find out about it all, they are staging taii OM Motor Car Contest in connection with tW Thirty-third National Automobile Show, Jail' uary 28 to February 4, at the Coliseum, of course at the Coliseum. The questions, not necessarily in the order of their importance, are: Where is the oldest automobile in the mid' die west that can still run under its own power? Who owns it? What make is it? In what year was it manufactured? Wh° drove it? What is its history? Was it chain drive, cranked at the side, and did it have * dashboard with a whip socket in it? Did * steer "with a stick" like an airplane? Wa* 12 The Chicagoa* ...-..,. H6RSH- "OF COURSE YOU ARE SOUND OF MIND AND BODY AT THE WRITING OF THIS WILL?" it guaranteed to do ten miles an hour? Was it steam or gasoline driven? There will be prizes, and letters of entries in the contest may be addressed to Mr. Layfayette Markle, president of the Chicago Automobile Trade Association, 2324 South Michigan Avenue. January 20 is the dead line. It is just possible that the automobile that wins the contest may have been exhibited at the first National Automobile Show ever held here, at the Coliseum in 1900. Recently an automobile of 1897 vintage was reported to have been uncovered in a haymow in Indi ana; in Iowa a man is said to be still driving a car of 1905 make; and a pre- Spanish War car exists in Aurora, Illinois. Here and there other cars dating around 1900 have been dis covered, which is how the "Who owns the oldest car?" question happened to bob up. And the Oldest Car display will be one of the features of the Chicago Show. Impaired Vision A VERY nice looking young man, probably a junior somewhere home for the Holi days, pulled into a gas station early the other evening in a very nice looking roadster. That is, it would have been really quite handsome if it had had a thorough tubbing; it was, as it was, a little spotty from mud splashings. The young man asked for and received gasoline, then he called to the station at tendant who was attending to the radiator's water supply. "Would you mind wiping off the wind shield, please?" he said. "I went right past a swell blonde just now." *Ad Men's Tourney OlNG PONG has come back strong again this winter. Our mailman brings us tourn ament announcements every few days. And all over town, in clubs, hotels, homely cellars and dining rooms votaries to the sport are hatting about the little celluloid ball. One night a week or two ago the Chicago Advertising Men's Ping Pong Championship was fought for at the Wabash Table Tennis Club, 174 North Wabash. The tournament was open to advertising agency men, advertis ing solicitors for newspapers and magazines, commercial artists and those handling publicity departments for various lines of businesses. A hammered silver cocktail shaker — always a useful item for the house — was the first prize trophy. It now decorates the buffet of Mr. Sidney Natkin, a young man well-known in local advertising circles, ping pong circles and advertising ping pong circles. Mr. Natkin played Mr. Lee Harrison in the finals. Mr. Harrison is eighth ranking player in the Western Association, and his defeat by Mr. Natkin was something of an upset. THE CHICAGOAN'S team didn't do very well — the Holidays, you know. One of Our Boys (as we call them around the office) — reached the third round only to take a pad dling from his opponent. It was a great show, and a lot of Class A ping pong was played. Railroad Scrip "^JOW the railroad people have gone into a huddle and come out of it with a brand new idea to make more folks take more trains for longer rides. We got word of the plan from the Trans-Continental Passenger Association. Starting around the first of Feb ruary there's to be a radical reduction in rail road fares through the medium of scrip books. It's to be about a twenty-five per cent reduc tion. There are to be two kinds of books. One will contain coupons to the value of $108.00 good for 3,000 miles of transportation, which will be sold for $81.00 (yes, a twenty-five per cent reduction). It'll be usable and use ful on all railroads in the territory west of Chicago, St. Louis, Memphis, Vicksburg (a city in western Mississippi which was be- seiged by Gen. Grant from May 18, 1862, to July 4, 1863, when it surrendered) and New Orleans as far as the Pacific Coast. The other book sells for $54.00 and con tains coupons to the value of $72.00 good for 2,000 miles of travel in the territory between the same eastern boundaries and as far west as Texas, eastern New Mexico, Utah, Wyo ming and Montana, to be explicit. High /""\NE of the several funny stories reported ^-^ to us during the holiday season was about an inebriated young man who was weaving along one morning a few days before Christ mas. He finally got pretty tired of it all and sat down on the curbing to rest. He hap pened to drop next to one of those Charity Chimneys manned by one of those dilapidated looking Santa Clauses, though the appearance of the latter hasn't anything to do with the story. The holiday reveler nodded for a few min utes, then, probably because he was chilly, awoke with a bit of a start and looked around. He saw the chimney only a few inches from him, reached up and grabbed it. And then he focused his surprised eyes on the Claus fellow. "Hey, pal," he said to Santa, "gimme a hand down offen this roof, will yuh?" kI DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I am CUTE — THAT'S A FIRE PLUG!" January, 1933 13 Technocracy, with Diagrammatics Through America with the Engineers, Mrs. Hutchins and Prof. Adler By Richard Atwater and Prof. Riq A HA we have a new bug a nice new mechanical bug called Technocracy look at its premises look at its conclusions was you there Charley? AND we have a new book a nice new book by Maude Phelps Hutchins and Mortimer Jerome Adler called Diagrammatics why Diagramma what big syllables you have the better to say nertz to you my dear Technocracy reduces man to an Atom with no attempt to analyze Eve you won't learn about wimmin from Technocracy Diagrammatics says "The position that mitosis is an aggravation of momentum is untenable" and "you may even giggle at this point in a rather frustrated way" the book is limited to 250 copies i hope you like it you're not supposed to SOMEHOW as a symptom of something it goes on my shelf with Technocracy which is all about man machines and energy it says man is worth one tenth of one horsepower ha ha a baby in its cradle knows that i know several men of whom i could tell you which ones are worth one tenth of one horse and which part of the horse yow za W/HAT a fool is man he had a good horse worth ten of him and he traded the horse for a machine worth a billion horses now he can't keep up the payments on his billion horsepower so the machine throws him off it's enough to make the horse laugh Technocracy says if we keep on with our machines for eighteen more months we'll all be out of work which would be perfect if it wasn't for the dollars and cents that we damn fools also invented together with certificates of deposit and bag-holding committees I T seems we ought to turn things over to the engineers great god i thought we had one running us the last four years 13 UT we must have our machines and our modern improvements we wouldn't want to live now without them only these now machines that put you out of work you buy gold mortgage bonds to pay for them with with the machine for security and by the time the bonds are due the machine has been out of date for fortyfive years say the technocrats and still Kate Smith sings no wonder Mrs. Hutchins is drawing people without floors to sit on says Ed Wynn i mean say the technocrats instead of these bankers' dollars which are just a lot of medicine men's witch charms that spell trouble in red ink let's have some engineering money not meaning the reconstruction finance corporation but meaning something with energy for a unit like ergs and joules and calories which are scientific units they claim you can trust Joules certainly sound valuable enough as for the ergs and calories they may be the money of the future but they sound to me like a salad of deviled ergs and stuffed calory imagine having money you could eat i'll bite, maybe that's the idea on the other hand suppose the French war debt was in ergs and calories instead of francs or dollars do you think they would have been in any more hurry to pay it not if i know them frogs and their ergs and calories WHEN all is said and done even granted that Roosevelt plants those trees what is man? Still worth one tenth of one horsepower except where it comes to horse sense as the horse had very few brains but he never invented credit j\S for Mortimer Jerome Adler i bet he wishes he had thought of Technocracy instead of a mere Diagrammatics what a world diagrammatics and technocracy and gracie alien 20,000,000 of us will not only be out of work in 1934 but will die laughing while Sammy Insull in Greece goes on getting a one-way pension of $18,000 a year and sits looking thoughtfully at the Parthenon which is in none too good shape either 14 The ChicagoaH Maude phelps hutchins you just go on drawing anything you like i don't blame you and I hope you won't mind my using your nice illustrations with the gag-lines added that you and Mortimer perhaps with a frustrated giggle forgot Hawinos ok this pace are reproduced '»OM THE BOOK, "DIAGRAMMATICS," BV •MUDE PHELPS HUTCHINS AND MORTIMER "ftOME ADLER, PUBLISHED BY RANDOM HOUSE, NEW YORK. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PUT AN EGG IN THAT LAST COCKTAIL, HARRY' January, 1933 15 THE MASTER OF THE INN This is Ben Bernie, Ladies and Gentlemen, Ben Bernie of Te College Inn and of Blue Ribbon Malt — Good Old Blue Ribbon — Sketched by the AlPSeeing Sandor with the Sophisticated Guests of a Typical Theatrical 7<[ight (Tou, Too, Jolson) Range Round and About, 16 The ChicagoaH Master of the Inn The Rise, Fall and Rise of Benjamin Bernie By Robert Pollak THE most obvious testimony to the genius — and I use the term deliberately — of Ben Bernie is the fact that his elevation to radio's gaudy nobility has made not the slightest change in his method or manner of entertainment. Such is not the case with either Ed Wynn or Fred Allen, to mention only a couple of expensive radio noblemen. Wynn, a hard working and amus ing comedian on the musical comedy stage, invokes only stupid puns and a high asinine bray for the benefit of gasoline consuming dial twisters. Fred Allen, my particular idol from Little Show days, does a turn every Sunday night for the Bath Club, in which he profanes the Sabbath air with dull parody of ancient mellerdrammer. Even his immor tal voice begins to sound hopelessly normal. To those of us who are interested in vital national issues it is well known that Wynn lives in deathly terror of the microphone. His weekly program is rehearsed for hours; his gag lines are clipped, trimmed and pol ished. Allen's recent programs bear the un mistakable hand of the professional studio hack. But Bernie is a natural. He confesses timidly that he can do little with a script, admits that his talents are almost completely extemporaneous. It was his task on the air the other day to introduce a song called Ta^e Me in Tour Arms from a current German musical show. As he advanced to the micro phone he dug up an apposite subtitle from the Bernie subconscious: Hitler's theme-song to the German public. Not a stunning wise crack to be sure, just the necessary phrase to make the peepul grin and relax. Bernie makes everybody grin and relax. His voice is suave without being sticky. His gentle repetitions of words and phrases are tinged with pleasant irony. He controls his huge Wednesday night crowds with consummate ease, winning the respect and eager cooper ation of both customers and entertainers. The real test of any master of ceremonies comes at the moment when his speech is in terrupted by the inevitable transient Rotarian, bent on executing a drunken and solitary pas •eul. At such crises of night life Bernie is seen at his best, revealing an iron hand in a velvet glove. Hecklers from remote or ring side tables are restored to order with tactful disciplinary remarks. The laugh is turned back on the rioters. I know of at least one erstwhile famous M. C. who scolded his cus tomers so much that he snarled himself out of a job. But nothing ever ruffles the Maltster, The blonde Bernie comes from New York's lower East Side. When he was six his family, like a few hun dred thousand others in the neighborhood, •potted another Elman in their midst and sent him off to a violin teacher every week. He started bravely down the road to Carne gie Hall, studied with the illustrious Ovid Musin, and learned, like all good little Jewish prodigies, to play the Bruch and Mendelssohn concertos. Some time during his high school days he decided that he wanted to be a civil engineer. Seduced by visions of himself as a stern young builder, clad in corduroys and puttees, throwing bridges across South Amer ican rivers, he settled down to a tough grind of study, first at Columbia and then at Cooper Union. But the violin case continued to keep him company. He earned a few dollars every week playing at neighborhood dances and concerts, frankly acknowledging the fiddle as an amusing and profitable avocation. Then Fate, masquerading as Joe Schenck, beckoned to Bernie. One summer during the holidays, he took a job selling harps and things in the musical instrument department at Siegel-Cooper's. On dull afternoons he amused whatever clients happened to be around with impromptu selections on his chosen weapon. Schenck, then the manager of a chain of vaudeville houses in and around New York, walked in on the concert one day, was impressed by the informal act, and straightway hired Bernie for ten weeks at $25 a week. Bernie's new routine was classic with a capital K. He was billed as a Wun- derkind and appeared in front of a plush backdrop playing the more obvious selections from Masterpieces for the Violin. He didn't say a word during his ten weeks, or for six vaudeville years afterwards. The top for highbrow stuff was about $60 a week in those simple days and Bernie made the grade. But he was smart enough to know that in about five years they'd be calling him Professor and throwing pennies. Besides, he had contrasted his own violin playing with the virtuosity of Elman and his engineering mind told him that his idol was still a couple of jumps ahead of him. He glanced around for other worlds to conquer and ran smack into Phil Baker. As far as Bernie is concerned this was the beginning of a Broadway David and Jonathan friendship. Bernie and Baker were, are and will be pals. Down in somebody's dressing room they discussed seriously the formation of a new vaudeville team. And a few weeks later Bernie and Baker were playing at the Palace and the Majestic. Bernie began ten tatively to open his mouth and make wise cracks. Much to his own surprise they were funny. For a while, if you can bring your self to imagine it, Phil Baker was Bernie's stooge. The boy who was to become famous with an accordion and the stooge in the box fed gag lines to the Old Maestro. Then, as it so often does, came the war. Phil Baker joined the Navy at 280 Broadway, doubling at the Win ter Garden on Sunday nights. Bernie served in the intelligence department and, if we are to believe his story, spent his spare time slinking around backstage at the Palace spy ing on German acrobats. When the shells had stopped bursting and the carnage was over, two unemployed actors began looking around again. Whiteman, ensconced at the Palais Royal, had not yet been crowned King of Jaw, but Bernie and Baker sat a while at his large feet listening to the prophetic drum beats. Bernie especially began to see that America was about to go into the dance or chestra business in a big way. In a state of suspended animation he flitted around the Keith circuit for a while, alone this time with a Bernese monologue. Then one day he ran into a dozen college boys from Pennsylvania. They had been studying saxaphone in the Wharton School of business administration. By this time Bernie had made up his mind that he wanted to be a band man. The boys were looking for a scout leader. Witness the birth of Bernie and His Band. Skip now to the long and brilliant forma tive period of the Old Maestro, incumbent at the Hotel Roosevelt for six years. He makes plenty of money, gramophone records and friends. It is during this engagement that he gets the monicker. The Metropolitan crowd liked Bernie. Grace Moore, Bodanzky, and miscellaneous wop tenors used to come down to the Roosevelt after opera hours to wrestle with Italian-American spaghetti. It was maestro this and maestro that and maestro pass the Parmesan. They dubbed Bernie the Young Maestro, taking him joyfully into their august company. But Bernie or one of his press agents found the sobriquet a touch adolescent and changed the Young to Old. So it has been ever since. The Bernie P. A.'s, Directors of Public Re lations to you, make a story by themselves. The first one, Marian Spitser, sister-in-law of the writer, came to Bernie on her first job, big-eyed and anxious. Now she writes novels and sells Hollywood satire to the Saturday Evening Post. The worst P. A. Bernie ever had was Morrie Ryskind, elevated in 1932 to the hierarchy of the Pulitzers through his col laboration on Of Thee I Sing. Bernie spent months wondering why his name never ap peared in the papers. Ryskind only grinned and planted his feet on the desk at the Hotel Roosevelt office, waiting for the weekly pay check. They liked to talk to each other, though. Ben picks P. A.'s that he likes. He swears that Rene Howard, the lady who be witches the local newspaper editors for him, will write the Great American Novel. The scene switches to the Kit-Kat Club in London, 1929. The in ventor of yowsir plays from smart Britons. His margin accounts in New York are cov ered up to the hilt. He is rich, happy and comfortable. Steel rears itself majestically upward from the 200 (Continue on page 51) January, 193 3 17 A 4*0 :if^Si- THE GOLDEN PHEASANT E. Simms Campbell is a St. Louis Missourian by birth, some twenty-six years ago, and was once mentioned in a magazine under the title of "Personalities" with Shining Star, the winner of an Es\imo beauty contest, Zaro Agha, who claimed to be one hundred fifty "six years old at the time and One-Eyed Connelly. But that was after he had become nationally famous as. a gag-artist. He was educated at the University of Chicago and the Art Institute, wor\ed in a St. Louis advertising agency and went to T^ew Yor\ three years ago- He has been drawing for various magazines that have been threatening to fold up for the past ten years, but is on solid ground with The New Yorker, Life, Judge, several other humorous publications and The Chi cagoan. And he has illustrated two boo\s. He spends a good deal of time in Brewster, l^ew TorJ^, miss ing clay pigeons with Ed Graham, the cartoonist, and C. D. Russell, the creator of "Pete." In self defense he drew a night-club map of Harlem which shows all his friends how to get around to the various spea\easies and night harbors. The article on the opposite page is his first literary venture, and at present he is very much interested in his three months old Scottish Terrier, Kiltie, that prevents him from doing more wor\- But he'd rather be a jazz pianist than anything he can thin\ of. 18 The Chicagoan Study in Black and White An Artist Paints with Pen and Brush His Peopled Playground EVERYONE who has written at all seems to have written, at some time, about the night life of cities and, inevitably, about Harlem. Hot Harlem, they call it, with plenty of boop-boop-a-doop dressing. I don't think it's possible to vision the place without the boop-boop-a-doop, and yet there is very little of that in Harlem. That delightfully rowdy expression was coined in the white world. It is of Broadway and the downtown night clubs. It is half hearted and make-believe when applied to the genuine Harlem hot spots. It doesn't describe them, any more than a Swedish quartette imi tating the Mills Brothers, nor does any other term. A really authentic confluence of vowels and consonants may come — mayhap born of a clarinet enamoured some mad morn of Gersh win's Rhapsody in Blue — but that is with the tomorrows. Harlem lives in the tonights. New Yorkers and visitors sooner or later feel a moral obligation to see Harlem at night. They want to end the story with "and of course we went to Harlem — and did we see things — and did we do things!" The wise boys of Times Square will tell you that they know all about the place, but don't let them begin a story with an experience they had "one night." It's usually one in which you've done the same things under the same influence of a little too much rye. Most newspaper men don't know anything about Harlem, and most New Yorkers don't either. Park Avenue and the Social Register know the place, and those connected with the theatre know it. There's many a tragedy woven between Park Avenue and a Harlem hot spot that has never reached the papers, and there is many a laugh originated there that has circled the globe. It's an abode of extremes. Harlem at night is a phantasmagoria of races. Precedence and social order are lost in a mad scramble to have a good time. It's this real work, this downright drudgery of having a good time, that takes the life out of one. Too much of Harlem will depress the strong est, no matter how much merry hell he has raised in all the capitals of Europe. Come, we will see. Starting about ten o'clock, we find the Savoy dance hall as good a place to begin as any. Usually one of the numerous social clubs organized by Harlem's many domestics and patterned as nearly as possible after their wealthy employers' will be giving an affair. The names of these clubs are often bizarre and are well padded with superlatives: The Royal Grand Duchesses, All American Utopia Junior Leaguers, and right through the Social Register to the Modernistic Exclusives, Black Aces, and Hi de-Hi Boys, of a more colorful character. Here for eighty cents to a dollar one can dance to the strains of two bands until dawn, with scarcely any lull in noise or music. Here the celebrated Lindy Hop originated, an intri- By E. Simms Campbell cate dance step done in stop-time to fast two- step music. It is always featured in the colored revues on Broadway, and a new couple is always found in the role. When ever a new show opens, these latest discoveries have been unearthed from the mass of wriggling humanity at the Savoy. They have added a new step or wiggle that their pre decessors knew nothing about. And so the dance is always embryonic. It is stimulating to watch. A lithe black boy and a full-bosomed girl, heads thrown back, eyes closed, strut toward each other like game cocks. With the wildest abandon they clinch and begin to whirl, their feet making an intricate maze of concentric circles, and it is often hard to tell which is leading. The girl is as loose-hipped as a marionette. The boy seems to be made of India rubber. There fol lows a spinning break in which the girl is thrown away in the Apache manner. Then, obviously unconscious of each other, they be gin snapping their fingers and doing all sorts of shoulder-twitching, moving in an ever- widening circle. Soon there is the whine of a clarinet, followed by a saxophone wail. With a crash of cymbals, the drums take up a measured two-four beat and, stamping their heels and swaying to the rhythm, the dancers come toward each other. Two or three times they repeat this figure — it suggests a love dance of the jungle — the man trying to win his mate, and she not ready to yield. He dances furiously around her and, arms and feet swinging, she is caught up and whirled into the dance. This is no specialty number, by picked and trained dancers awaiting the burst of applause from a first night audience on Times Square. These are two of hundreds who are executing this amazing Harlem creation all over the floor. Incredibly, no one bumps the other, all of the dancers seeming to know just where they belong in this kaleidoscopic maze of color, cigarette smoke and cadence. It is now eleven o'clock and we have just time to catch the midnight revue at Small's Paradise or the Cotton Club. As the Cotton Club is similar to the down town clubs, we choose Small's. We want our Harlem in the raw and never mild. Here are the dancing waiters, who tap while you are giving your order and dexter ously twirl aluminum trays, many of them clinking with filled glasses. Each waiter accom panies the floor show with his own particular dance, and we are made quite dizzy trying to decide which is the main attraction. Sud denly the lights go out, and the low-ceilinged, underground cabaret is twinkling with little amber and blue lights. A cold blue ray plays on a lithe-some dancer, nude save for a string of beads and the most abbreviated tasseled girdle this side of the Atlantic. She is joined by a horde of girls, cafe au lait in coloring, who would make Gilda Grey ashamed of her self. Dancing and swaying, they begin a tom-tom rhythm, and soon everyone is beating time on the tables with little wooden mallets. This goes on and on. This is where many of the West Point and Annapolis lads end the Army-Navy game. The atmosphere is most informal, without bordering on the ridiculous as so many Green wich Village places do. The prices are low, hence the college crowd, and all join in the cheers for schools indiscriminately. Rarely will you see any celebrities of Broadway in the crowd. The cabaret closes too early, and it is one of those places where they do not drift. ^/e must be moving along. It is midnight and all of Harlem is abroad, roaming Seventh avenue — the Rue de la Paix, the Potsdamerplatz of the Black Belt. By sheer force we pull away from the door man who tries to carry us into a waiting cab. We walk south on Seventh and see many bootleg barber shops operating in full force on the Harlem sheiks who have scraped together twenty-five cents for a facial and a hair trim and a dollar and a half to have their hair straightened. They must look their best after midnight, when they stray in and out of the gin mills trying to snare unescorted girls and augment meager wages earned as elevator boys and flunkies. Groups of them stand idly on corners in ankle-length overcoats with padded shoulders and fitted waists. Pearl grey hats, almost brimless, are jauntily percht,H on low fore heads, and an occasional sheik carries a cane. All are spatted. They have no money, unless it was won recently in a black jack or crap game in the basement of one of the foreboding houses on a nearby side street, but they are in high good humor. Loud laughter rings out January, 1933 19 from their midst and one breaks into a tap dance. It's only twelve o'clock and the fates may be kind — "Shucks man, I may go to sleep dis mornin' with a thousand dollah bill tucked under mah piller." They have few worries because they accept few — for them there is no depression. "Why Negroes been living in depression all their lives — they ain't never had no real good times." Another laugh and says, "Times jes' like they always been fer me, only this time Ah seems to have mo company." We come to the Yeah Man, an intriguing place. Here the orchestra consists of three fellows with home made instruments. One has an elongated kazoo, made out of cardboard and tin, with an old fashioned victrola horn (of the Master's Voice variety), another an ingenious contraption consisting of a wash board and tin cans, which he plays with thimbles on his fingers, and the third an ex ceptionally large guitar. The music is unique and weird. A thin, freckled lad plays the piano with his head buried in the keys; he will play all requests. A middle aged, buxom, smooth-skinned mulatto croons the blues. Here and there one may note white faces, like lilies in a field of exotic flowers. Many stars of musical com edies are among those present. The Master of Ceremonies goes to the center of the floor and raises his hand — all is hushed — and one by one he introduces the stars, who, amidst deafening applause, do their number as if they were paid for the performance. It is interesting to hear the favorite melodies of the day played by this band. The food is very good and the specialty is "baby steaks" — that's the name in the Yeah Man and try and get them under any other. Here and there are a sprinkling of demi-mondaines — not visibly beckoning, but alert enough beneath their listless boredom. We go now to the Hot Cha. We gi\e the required knock — one heavy and four short — and the door is opened by a tall brown man whose searching eyes dispute his grin until satisfied completely that these arrivals are okay. A very pretty hat- check girl suddenly appears and for a quarter of a dollar your hat is safe and you are ushered up a narrow stairway and into a room burst ing with people. Our regular waiter spies us and, as he manouvers us to seats, whispers that royalty is here to-night. It is true. In a far corner, two young men in tweeds are carrying on an animated con versation with their party. They are the grandsons of an ex-monarch. One thing is a certainty in Harlem. Few succeed with their incognito, but they are not aware of it. All Harlem knows who these two are, but they do not give them an extra glance. [An inci dent which happened in another cabaret will illustrate: An Eastern potenate demo cratically dropped into a Harlem night club and a drunk nudged us and said, "I k-k-know t-that guy — h-he's a little P-Porto Rican who owes me two bucks!" The pro prietor quickly and quietly disposed of the one intent on collecting from His Highness.] A blind man plays the piano at the Hot Cha. Harlem loves its piano players and it has a monopoly on the good ones. There are so many Negroes who play the piano well that only the very best find work in these clubs — and add to their wages by playing on Park Avenue to select parties. As the morning is still young, tall, aristocratic foreigners with furred and jeweled ladies squeeze into this sweltering room — puffy eyed sugar daddies with little blonde, talkative, worrisome girls — ¦ dull eyed women and bright eyed men of doubtful gender— all are here. A panorama of life weaves in and out. A famous caricaturist sits in a corner, busily making sketches. We leave Hot Cha and the cool air is re freshing until we get a whiff of boiling cab bage. The pungent aroma seems to come from a wall of houses wherein the blinds are down and a red light gleams from the topmost row of windows. We stop and listen to the strains of St. Louis Blues wafted down with the smell of cabbage. A house rent party is in full swing, given no doubt by the taciturn boy who brushed you off earlier in the day, or by some waitress from one of the better tea rooms downtown. They have thrown off the garb of servility and donned royal raiment to-night. Looking in on the Log Cabin, we see that it is full and pass on. Going around the cor ner, an overdressed doorman ushers us down a steep flight of stairs to a room entirely draped in velvet. It is Dickey Wells' place. A clever (too clever) fellow is giving female impersonations to everyone's amusement and his own perfect satisfaction. His rubber leg dance provokes gales of laughter. Many Broadway faces are now beginning to pop in. All the down town clubs are closed and Harlem is claiming those who refuse to go to bed. A trim black boy is the pianist here and he is called Manhattans' best. He is a superb artist, and a comedian. He calls in a loud voice for silence. Someone offers him a reefer, which he calmly lights and inhales deeply. Then, taking a deep drink from a tall tumbler of port wine that always rests on the piano, he asks for shows. He doesn't ask for one number; you name a musical comedy and he plays all of the "hit" songs. There are shouts of Three's a Crowd, Of Thee I Sing, First Little Show and Band Wagon. Someone calls Girl Grazy and, without a moment's hesi tation, he stands up before the piano and, throwing his head back, gives out the long wail of Ethel Merman, all the while playing Gershwin's I Got Rhythm. It is sensational- For the finale he struts about as she did. Then follows a medley of songs from the show with stops for the various characterizations. Al Brown, the world's bantamweight champion, pauses at our table for a moment to tell us of French sportsmanship. Twice they tried to poison his food in Marseilles and the night before the championship fight he switched dinners with the French detective who was guarding him in the hotel there. The next day the detective was ill — had to stay in bed all day — and Brown won the fight, but had to be taken from the ring surrounded by gens d'armes. Billie Cortez, a night club enter tainer just back from Budapest, stops to praise the French. She says that Josephine Baker told her she owes her wonderful success to the French people's marvelous sense of fair ness. (Harlem (Continued on page 50) 20 The Chicagoan Thirteen Against Fate A Symphony in Superstition By Charles Barney Cory Place and Time of the Play: Chicago, Janu ary 1st to 13th, 1933. Persons of the Play: Thirteen charter mem bers of the Anti-Superstition Society who are pledged to disprove popular omens by disre garding one each day for thirteen days. They are: Sidney Strotz, president of the society, who lights three cigarettes with one match and believes P. T. Barnum was wrong. Wheeler Sammons, first vice president, who thinks printers and bank presidents should be kept busy and that two dollar bills should not be mutilated. Joseph Triner, second vice-president, who is convinced all boxing bouts are on the level, and that no harm will follow finding a pin. Heman T. Powers, secretary and treasurer, who oelieves wills are instruments of torture and that you can yawn without snapping your fingers. Wallace Rice, society historian, who made Clarence Darrow write a book and thinks mirrors may be broken with impunity. GRAHAM ALDIS, who believes in real estate signs and declares that the 1 3 th is his lucky day. Alfred M. Bailey, who knows why birds lay eggs and does not consider black cats an evil omen. William C. Boyden, who is willing to wear his shirt inside out and can explain the law's delay. J. Clarke Coit, who cannot mend his own radio set, but will walk under a ladder. Judge R. Jerome ("Duke") Dunne, who rejoices in his willingness to open an umbrella while sitting on the bench. Nathaniel Leverone, who believes Diogenes should join the Chicago Crime Commission, and who never "knocks on wood." WlRT MORTON, who believes the story about Lot's wife and refuses to be intimidated by a new moon. Charles R. Walgreen, who thinks everyone should be "Double Rich," and who believes shaking hands across the table is a lucky gesture. Other Persons of the Play (who appear in spirit only) : Reporters, waiters, policemen, and mirror manufacturers. Act I, Scene 1 Executive offices of the Chicago Stadium. As curtain rises, Sidney Strotz is discovered holding black cat and walking under ladder. Several broken mirrors are scattered about. STROTZ: (Chanting to himself) 'Tis Tuesday, on my word, Of January Third, And I am two days late The evil one to sate By breaking superstitions, Therefore my deep contrition. I shall begin today To drive Good Luck away. And if she shall desert me, May evil times convert me! Enter Joseph Triner, holding handful of pins. Triner : What do you do friend Sidney? A pox upon your kidney! Here, drink this bitter wine, and sanity is thine! Strotz : Away with magic drinks For I must dare the jinx. Triner: And so this day must I When e'er pin I spy! Strotz and Triner (together in unison) : The people must be taught That bad luck can be sought! Each day without omission We break a superstition! Curtain Scene 2 The private offices of Heman T. Powers, who is seated at his desk spilling large salt cellar and lighting three cigarettes on one match. Wallace Rice, with shirt inside out and right shoe on left foot, is reclining at left. Powers : No trouble's caught me yet, And I will place a bet The fates will find no fault If I spill all this salt. Rice: My comfort is at stake For shirt and shoe I make Defy the very Devil, And that is on the level. Enter Three Reporters, unannounced. They dance about singing. Three Reporters: What news today, what news today? Have any members passed away? Has Bad Luck found you as you went In marts of trade, on pleasure bent? Powers : Begone, you rascals, from my place For Luck has turned a smiling face And daily I'm becoming bolder — Come on new moon o'er my left shoulder! If news of us you have to print Pause now and at this record squint, Not one of us has suffered by Defying luck, though hard we try. Three Reporters : Okay, Okay, we go away, But we will come another day And every action we shall watch — When we return please have some Scotch, For that you know is customary To keep the Pressmen feeling merry. Exit Three Reporters, chanting. Curtain Scene 3 Office of Charles R. Walgreen, who is discovered seated at executive desk, reading a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Enter Wheeler Sammons, skipping and chanting : Sammons : And here's an invitation, A sort of invocation. I think it's quite delicious, If you're not superstitious, For you are asked to be, Not one of two or three, But one of thirteen men Who dare the Jinx, so then I recommend you join — It doesn't cost no coin. Walgreen : Now what is this society? Can I in all propriety Become a charter member From now until September? Sammons: Oh, you have been selected, Which means you've been elected To walk beneath a ladder — I hope you'll not be sadder! Walgreen : I see here in the paper How you must cut a caper With cats and salt and such, And wood you must not touch. Sammons : Oh yes, and you must break A mirror for the sake Of seeking to be stuck With seven years' bad luck. And we shall hold a meeting With "Bad Luck!" for the greeting We hope you will be there The evil Fates to dare. Exit Sammons, after tossing clock through mirror. Curtain Interlude Suite 1313 on the thirteenth floor of the Blackstone hotel. (Courtesy Tracy Drake.) Enter thirteen Charter Members of the So ciety, marching in lock step. Thirteen Members: (chanting in chorus) It is our one ambition to abolish superstition, And so we dare the Jink for thirteen days. Our lives may be much sadder if we walk beneath a ladder, Or tempt the Fates in many devious ways. For we are only proving that this old world is moving For good or evil, disregarding how We see new moons or cats, or wear our shoes or hats, And so we thirteen actors make our bow! Curtain Act 2 A meeting on Friday, January 13 th, of the Anti- Superstition Society at which thirteen charter members who have dared the Fates for thirteen days convene to report evil conse quences, if any, of their disregard of popular omens. As the curtain rises luncheon is being served by thirteen cross-eyed waitresses. An orchestra is playing (Continued on page 52) January, 1933 21 Four Not of A. Kind To Which Theatregoers Should Be A Little More Than Kind By William C. Boyden WE hear that Chicago has been hit harder by the Depression than other towns but we do not realize it quite until an opening like The Cat and the Fiddle. It was Xmas Night, a juicy spot for a premiere; the show an outstanding New York and Lon don hit; the weather propitious; yet the Apollo was empty in the rear of the house. I suppose those pitifully vacant seats held the ghosts of depositors in certain quondam banks and in vestors in Middle West Common. Take a grip on yourself, old man, you are getting morbid. And that is no way to be when pondering on the charm of a production like The Cat and the Fiddle. Here is one of the nicest things which has ornamented the stage for some time. Its story of the love and rivalry of two young com posers, an American girl and a Roumanian boy, is romantic and coherent; its tuneful melodies by Jerome Kern are neatly woven into the fabric of the plot; its interpreters are personally ingratiating and vocally soothing; it has no male drinking chorus and nary a German comedian. Could one ask more? Not when you add that the settings are interesting in their foreign suggestion, that the libretto is spicy without being vulgar, that Otto Har- bach's witticisms are worth several scores of chuckles to any one who is normally chuckle- able. In better days I would have given The Cat and the Fiddle several months in this bailiwick. Now I dare not take my guesses out of the bag, but can only hope that out of three million people there are audiences to give this delectable diversion a decent run. Max Gordon, a producer noted for good casts, presents a company fraught with talent. That other Hall girl, Bettina, has the lead and very lovely she is, of face, figure and voice. She and sister Natalie bid fair to corner the American market on good prima donna roles. Her duet partner is Michael Bartlett, a new comer with a pleasing smile, dimples and nice manners. I suspect that with more experience he will handle both his singing and speaking voice with greater authority. Jose Ruben, a legitimate actor gone musical, gives his usual smooth performance. Then there is Odette Myrtil with her fiddle and her breezy personal ity; Arthur Treacher, a tall and comical Britisher; and others. If the literary and dramatic world had a constitution, there might well be an amendment against the dramatizing of novels. The task is thankless and rarely successful. Those who have read the novel are captious because they fail to find the same body to the play that there was to the book and, moreover, they are likely to miss certain favorite motifs which the limitations of time and space do not permit on the stage. Those who have not read the book are prone to find the play episodic, discursive and diffuse. Under these handicaps Owen and Donald Davis have done a good job of transferring The Good Earth to the narrow boundaries of the theatre. While the generic difficulties men tioned above are not wholly overcome, the play succeeds in keeping enough of the earthy reality and authentic atmosphere of the story to hold its audience at sympathetic attention. As one who has read Mrs. Buck's original, I found the evening pleasurable. Those who have not perused the best seller will probably not be quite so enthusiastic. Generally speaking, there is faithfulness to the story's fountainhead. One is made to feel, even in the face of allegorical scenery, the compelling call of the earth. The Chinese customs, so weird to our occidental minds, are clearly suggested. Naturally, there is elision of certain ramifications of the tale; as for in stance, the racketeering proclivities of Wang Lung's Uncle and the clash of generations so much emphasized in the book. The character of O-Lan, the drudge of a wife, is sharply built up and magnificently acted by Nazimova in a strange, tragic monotone. I thought an opportunity was missed in omitting a love scene between Wang Lung and Lotus. A superb piece of acting is done by Claude Rains in the exacting role of the Chinese farmer. The statement that Rains is a far better actor than Alfred Lunt may lead one on to controversial ground, but I make it with out apalogy. Other Guild veterans add to their galleries of well etched characterizations. Henry Travers gives a fine performance as Father, while the rotund Sidney Greenstreet is felt as well as seen in the role of the Uncle. Marjorie Wood and Clyde Franklin are effective in the lesser parts of Ching and Cuckoo. The second wife, Lotus, is but vaguely sketched in, and Geraldine Kay has little chance to be more than pictorially pleasing. The Left Ban\ (Harris) , an effort by Elmer Rice more ingenuous than Street Scene or Counsellor at Law, is one of those cotillion plays in which the grand-right- and-left makes two contented couples where four unhappy people had been before. The particular Inchcape Rock on which Mr. Rice wrecks his marital ships is Paris, or rather the fine, free, promiscuous Gallic spirit so alluring to babbittphobe Americans. Through three acts there is rather conventional discussion of the horrors and charms of adequate plumbing, Wall Street, monogamy and Groton on the one hand; and community bathrooms, the Left Bank, sexual catch-as-catch-can and Bertrand Russell on the other. A vague aroma of the sophomore year exudes from all this dialectic. Doubtless there was a time, perhaps in the reign of King Roosevelt the First, when alleged freedom of living was only possible in foreign parts, but now you do not have to go very far north of the Chicago River to find points of view sim ilar to those so current near the banks of the Seine. After all, the problem of spiritual, social and sexual liberty is pretty stale literary material and needs the freshest kind of treat ment to give it any semblance of vitality. While the fecund Mr. Rice has written a moderately interesting comedy in The Left Ban\, there are hardly enough fireworks in the piece to cause much conflagration on the theatrical horizon. The reason may lie in the obvious fact that this sharply observant author can hardly be so familiar with conditions in the artistic quarter of Paris as he is with the material out of which he built his more striking successes. Fortunately, the cast is good where it really matters. The couple living in Paris is por trayed by Horace Braham and Eleanor Phelps, two persuasive young persons who seem to mean what they have to say. Mr. Braham mars his work slightly by a sloppiness of dic tion. The other half of the quadrilateral, the couple who come to Paris, is in the hands of King Calder, a forthright young actor who looks like the Prince of Wales and Betty Colter who is too fluffy to be quite plausible. Armand Cortez has the task of supplying the French atmosphere and does it well. A group of rollicking students introduced for one scene reminded me of nothing so much as a bunch of barbers on a night off. Whenever the program announces the scene as a parlour, and most of the characters have the same name, you can bet a Liberty Bond against a share of Illinois Life Insurance Company stock that you are about to see one of those curious forms of dramaturgy known as domestic comedies. You will see the hen-pecked husband, the nagging wife, the fresh kid brother, the pretty daughter and a distressing expose of home life among our middle classes. Of such is The Family Up stairs, for which the Garrick had been re painted. It opened to gales of lusty, un abashed laughter and will probably be still running when the other current plays have passed into memory and warehouses. (It has now been moved into the Cort and probably feels much more at home there.) This particular opus differs but little from Jonesy, Bro\en Dishes and similar other naivetes. Tommy Ross is again the long-suf fering husband, and he is good at playing such honest, home-spun fellows. His wife, also well mimed by Helen Carew, tries to impress a bashful suitor for daughter's hand by a load of unsubtle fourflushing and, of course, tempo rarily drives the swain from the house. That it all comes out well is as inevitable as a prat fall in a burlesque show. Much of the amuse ment of the evening is occasioned by the robot- movements of Leonard Doyle, who plays the lover as well as paying the rest of the cast on Saturday night. The one unexaggerated piece of acting is done by Florence Ross, who is sincere and credible as the daughter. 22 The Chicagoan PHOTOGRAPH BY PAUL STONE'RAYMOR, LTD. BETTINA HALL Operettacally speaking, Europe is more thronged with clean-cut young American boys than with clean-cut young girls of the same nationality. The lads having captured most of the princesses in the various mythical \ingdoms of the Conti nent, The Cat and the Fiddle goes feminist and gives us Bettina Hall as an exem plar of radiant young American womanhood in sentimental encounter with a handsome Roumanian composer, hi Miss HalVs shining loveliness, beautiful voice and competent acting, this country has one more reason to be proud of its lyric conquerors of Europe. ^m^Mm. A SPACIOUS VISTA IN THE LIVING ROOM COMFORT AND BEAUTY IN A DOUBLE ROOM Gracious Livir A Different Not By Li SOME pretty startling things have been done in the way of decorating the nu merous ships which have gone down the ways in the last five years, and pretty fine things, too. Scrambling about newly painted decks, up and down stairs and under tarpau lins in my inspection of the various new ves sels as they appeared certain adjectives cropped up ad nauseam — "magnificent" — "impressive" — ' 'palatial' ' — ' 'huge ! ' ' These adjectives took a nice rest when I trotted about the decks of the new Grace liner Santa Rosa. Here is none of the great public atmosphere of the usual liner, none of the ornate dignity or overwhelming-ness of ships which too often remind one of the Con gressional Library or the lobby of the Audi torium. Maybe the Santa Rosa and her three sister ships will resent the adjective, for they are sturdy, swift and masculine in their efficiency, but the outstanding thing about their atmos phere is charm. I HE charm is the same dignified charm we find in beautiful country estates — in fact the Santa Rosa resembles nothing so much as a country estate gone to sea, or a very, very distinguished private yacht. Elsie Cobh Wilson was given the commis sion to handle the decorating problems of the new vessels and has embodied in them the gracious style which has made her famous among decorators, and which makes the Santa Rosa worthy of study by anyone interested in the decorative arts. Of course Mrs. Wilson had an unusually fine framework with which to work — a mod ern yacht-like vessel, with spacious airy rooms, the staterooms all on the outside and each hav ing its private bath. Instead of an ornate Public Lounge there is a spacious living r surrounded on three sides by flowery coi its walls broken by many wide French , dows which can be thrown open in the trc to make this practically an open-air re The living room is a fine example of Geor decoration. The walls are a soft white and the mo ings and fluted columns are beautifully car The furniture in mahogany and walnut is reproduced from eighteenth century Enj pieces and the colors are delightfully ap priate to tropic sailing — yellow leather cool blue-green and white notes in chintz lamps. In the attractive library, aft of the lr room, there are inviting bookshelves on < side of the fireplace and the whole rooE paneled in natural pine. Blue-green and yellow are used in the chintz curtains pale yellow leather upholstery on the cr. and sofas heightens the glow of the ] sheathed walls. Even a dash of sea* ness ought to be cured by the charm of dining room, which is not stored away the depths of the ship but is right "topsi two decks high at either end and almost tl decks high in the center. High, wide handsome windows fling the sides open the breeze and light, their lovely fanli; forming an important part of the decora scheme. To make the room still more dazz the large dome of the ceiling can be re back to transform the whole into a glamo: outdoor patio, where dancing and dining wining under the southern stars does th to any gloom you may have carried to with you. The dining room is done in a soft A green with columns and pilasters in a da shade, and exquisite carvings all along The Chicagoan THE SANTA LUCIA SLIDES DOWN THE WAYS FIRST SHIP OF THE LINE, THE M. P. GRACE n the Waves p Decoration ' IS ildings and on the columns. At one end of room is the orchestra balcony. The other is dominated by a magnificent Patterson al of the old full-rigged sailing vessel, the P. Grace, first of the long line of ships in century-old company. >etails everywhere are carefully and exqui- y developed. In the living room the lamp » are antique vases. In the library wrought lanterns are used, while bright Currier Ives prints add a dash of color to the ; walls. The staircase leading to the club bar has an exquisitely curved rail of ught iron. At the landings there are notes nterest in the decorative map and in an sual starred clock which is sunk into the .. The chairs in the dining room and in private dining rooms are graceful Heppel- te upholstered in effective blue-green lers to accent the pale green of the walls. ixN important room, of •se, is the club and verandah, which is ht with flower boxes and painted panels topical birds and foliage, which are re ed in shimmering expanses of mirror. The ht blue of the chairs, the vivid colors of walls, the shining dance floor and the rt service bar in the corner all breathe a it of gaiety and utter relaxation. The >pied verandah at the end overlooks the ts deck and green-tiled outdoor swimming surrounded by umbrella topped tables sparkling under colorful lights at night. .side from these rooms, the gymnasium, the »s and bright decks, each stateroom is an vidual gem of comfort and artistry. Each a has its own color scheme, and interesting r notes are struck by each wall color. Pale :ns, robin's egg blue, pinky grays and tes are pointed up by brilliant chintzes and lis, dashes of black and gold in the French rs which are combined with the English pieces. And of course there are the comforts which are never overlooked — outside exposure, private baths, telephone radio, lamps, capa cious chests of drawers and full-length mir rors, and honest-to-goodness beds. The beds are covered with attractive chintz spreads, converting them into day beds so that even a small single stateroom is a bright place with a living room atmosphere during the day. And all these have their own baths done in smart modern colors and artistic fix tures. Some of the suites and double state rooms have, in addition to the beds, a hidden berth in the ceiling completely invisible when not in use. For families with children or groups of friends these make a luxurious third bed without marring the livability of the room during the day. It was a series of tri umphant launchings which sent these four ships down the ways during 1932 — and a challenge to the depression. Now they are marking the first five months of 1933 with a series of triumphant maiden voyages. After the Santa Rosa, her sisters, the Santa Elena, the Santa Paula and then the Santa Lucia are setting forth on their colorful voyages to set new high standards and add a bright new page to the history of American shipping. The Santa Rosa was the first of this group to take her maiden voyage in December and now a regular schedule is established with the three sister ships following in her wake, each identically luxurious and each decorated by Elsie Cobh Wilson. Their schedule takes them to Cuba, through the Canal, with many fascinating stops at the ports of Central Amer ica and Mexico and then to Los Angeles and San Francisco. A heavenly trip for winter or spring and a distinguished background for the smartest cruise clothes you can dash out and line up right now. January, 193 3 PORTRAIT AND ANNOUNCEMENT A ~Njew Photograph of Mr. Paul Stone, Distinguished Head of Paul Stone-Raymor, Ltd., Whose Appointment as Official Portraitist of The Chicagoan Is Announced. Mr. Stone Will Shortly Commence a l^ew Folio of Portraits of Chicago Prominents for Publication in These Pages. The Chicagoan ADMINISTRATION BUILDING, A CENTURY OF PROGRESS EXPOSITION CENTURIONS OF PROGRESS The Personalities of a World's Fair By MILTON S. MAYER PHOTOGRAPHS BY A. GEORGE MILLER Rufus Dawes smokes his pipe right side up. That, if the president of Chicago's second world's fair is to be described in one line, will probably do as well as any other characterization of the brother of the most colorful figure in national politics. But that is not the whole story, by a long shot. Three years ago Rufus Dawes was almost unknown out side the circles of public utilities and international finance. In the latter connection almost no layman was familiar with his part in the drafting of the Dawes plan for reparations. How could you expect anyone to know anything about "Hell-and- Maria's" young brother? — You might just as well ask a school boy the name of Marlene Dietrich's husband. Charley Dawes DETAIL OF HALL OF SCIENCE EMPHASIZING MODERN DESIGN had always held the center of the stage; Rufus didn't want it. There were two other brothers — Henry and Beman, the genuises of the Pure Oil Company. Like Rufus, they shunned notori ety. Like Charley, they were able men. And like Charley, they knew where to turn when they wanted what Mr. Van Buren once called "sober second thought" — they turned to Rufus. President of nine utilities companies, advisor to the commission that drafted the Dawes plan, characterized by Sir Josiah Stamp as one of America's greatest economists, Rufus Dawes didn't know what the limelight was until it lit upon him with a sudden flare three years ago. Confronted with "Please, Mr. Dawes, just one more picture," this homely, modest man reasoned out the necessity for over coming his distaste for personal publicity and with a singular type of graciousness oriented himself to the extraordinary obli gations of a man who is running a world's fair. A world's fair is a colossal show. It is strange that Rufus Dawes should be running a show of any kind. That end of Dawes Bros., Inc. (there is such a firm) belongs to Charley. But Rufus has learned. Except for a remarkable degree of forcefulness and foresight, Rufus and Charley have nothing in common. Perhaps this very lack of mutual characteristics accounts for the brotherly affec tion between, them that is so unusual in brothers. Rufus dislikes society and he detests ceremony. His newest suit cost $17.50 — with, to be sure, only one pair of pants. His humor is gentle and persistent. One of the few times he has ever lost his temper was when a newspaper photographer tried to "snap" him with Kate Smith; "artists" who cater to the gaudy side of humanity are anathema to him. Public recognition holds no glory for him— all his life he has stepped aside for Charley, to the dismay of his wife and others who knew his worth. Eight years ago the state Republican leaders wanted to run him for governor — no, Charley wa9 running for vice-president and two Dawes' on the ticket might hurt Charley's chances. Steering clear of "public life," Rufus Dawes has been able to develop a philosophical attitude that politicians never have. He sees more sides to everything than anyone else does. He knows and tolerates human shortcomings. Every moment of his life is democratic; he laughed aloud when a group of patriots asked him to participate in a celebration of the poetic ride that was taken in 1775 by two guys named Revere and Dawes. He doesn't cuss. He is a formal kind of man — "old- fashioned," alongside Charley. There is no humbug about him. As president of A Century of Progress Rufus Dawes serves in three capacities: he performs the duties of his office with precision and tact, he exudes a warm spirit of sureness that shames the scoffers and the catcallers, and he keeps peace among the divergent "camps" in the Administration Building. No man who has seen him at work can wonder how they hap pened to select Rufus Dawes for the job. When Dr. Allen D. Albert (who has been his assistant for twenty years) is asked, "Why are you so certain that the Fair will open on time?" he replies, "Because Rufus Dawes is running it. I've never known storms or wars or death — and there have been all three — to postpone for an hour the completion of anything he has ever undertaken." In all his successful career as an employer this thoughtful, tolerant man has "fired" only one employee. He has a capacity, almost a genius, for hitting it off with all stripes of people and for serving as mediator in quarrels between his associates. A peacemaker is nowhere as indispensable as in the administra- STEPPED APPROACH TO INTERIOR OF HALL OF SCIENCE tion of a world's fair, for, unlike an ordinary business institu tion, a fair is temporary, its policies are fluid, and it has for precedent only the next-to-useless examples of expositions of another era. Nowhere is there to be found more difference of opinion — unless it is in the United States Congress, which, however, is not under obligation to get anything done. Through the endless efforts of its president, the divergent theo ries and personalities of A Century of Progress have been kept well in hand. All expositions are faced with this problem of internecine warfare, but the one under discussion is unduly afflicted. This is because the personnel is divided into two mutually scornful camps — "the army" (as the Opposition calls it) dominates; the Opposition storms its gates in vain. Three-fourths of the bigwigs in the Administration Building are U. S. Army men, and by virtue of their numbers and their natural cohesion they have inflicted on the whole administration the notorious petty- bureaucracy system that is found in this particular branch of human endeavor. These army men are, on the whole, com pletely competent; many of them are broad-minded and capable outside their specialized fields. But all of them are hopelessly regimented in the "paper work" system: everything goes through carefully aligned channels and carries a score of signa tures. If two sheets of Manila paper are needed by a depart ment, a requisition must be made out and certified by the department head, the manager's office and the executive in charge of Manila paper. The whole institution is a stodgy, departmentalized elephant of general orders, memoranda, administrative orders, general service department orders, and revised orders — all distributed in mimeograph form. This is the sort of thing that appears on the desks of men who are unused to army procedure: "GENERAL ORDER NO. 36 "(Supersedes order of same number dated June 11, 1932) "File G No. 9. "2. a. Before giving permission to exhibitors to proceed with any construction within the grounds, application for building permit (Form WD-23) will be made by the Department of Exhibits to the Department of Works, in accordance with Executive Order No. 6, Paragraph l-d." One day a specimen far more bewildering than this was delivered from the general manager's office to a civilian em ployee. The c. e. could not for the life of him make head or tail of it. He read it upside down, held it up to a strong light, and heated it in an effort to bring out the meaning. Finally, he invoked the assistance of Mr. Jack Morrison, the Evening American's able and ingenious young man assigned to cover the Fair. Mr. Morrison studied the perplexing memorandum for some minutes, then scrawled something across the face of it and sent it back to the general manager's office. There it was opened. Mr. Morrison had written: "I'll talk to the towel man in the morning." However cumbersome and puerile it may be, the army system insures a by-the-right-flank sort of efficiency, a minimum of embarrassing commitments by employees, and an honesty that is amazing. That the military is aware of the attitude of the outside world is indicated by two innovations of practice: uniforms are not worn and all officers' titles are omitted in correspondence that emanates from the Administration Build ing. One asset of army men is that most of them are physically impressive and are forceful, if uninspired, talkers, and are therefore ideally qualified for addressing women's clubs. "The army" was installed, of course, by General Dawes. Although he is of the U. S. Grant type of soldier himself, the General has a profound regard for army routine and for the kind of man who practices it. Rufus Dawes has acquired this respect for rigamarole in the last two years, and that is due to his admira tion of the high priest of "the army" clique — Maj. Lenox R. Lohr. Maj. Lohr is the mainspring of the exposition. From dawn till dark — and after — this wiry little man is strictly business. He is a quick thinker, spare with his words, austere, directorial — and, as a result of all these, not popular. He never talks nonsense, and he never "sits around." He has lunch in his conference room and manages to get work done between abstemious bites. He is, like most of the army men who hold executive jobs at the fair, an engineer — was graduated with honors from Cornell, served with Gen. Dawes in France and was decorated for "clear thinking under fire" at Verdun, re turned to Washington and became publisher of the Military Engineer, a publication which he saved from an untimely grave. Whether the canny plan of financing the Fair's opera tion* is his or the Dawes brothers' is not certain, but it is certain that he has executed it with zeal and despatch. His fellow-employees' chief complaint against the general manager is his fervent adherence to the red tape system. It is widely felt, too, that he is receiving the credit for the work of his nameless underlings — literally the old army game. Although his health is poor, he rules with an iron hand, issuing edicts from Olympus and answering only to the call of President Dawes. He pays no compliments, slaps no backs, annoys the anti-army clique by his prolific me of war stories to illustrate his points, and is a nephew of the late John Philip Sousa. As general manager of a world's fair, Maj. Lohr has an opportunity that comes not to one man in a million but to one man in a hundred million. And he is young yet — forty-one or The Chicagoan forty-two. When he talks in a conference, Rufus Dawes sits back and watches him, smiling, like a father watching his son deliver the high school valedictory. That he will go on to bigger things — if there are such — than A Century of Progress is inevitable. And when he goes he will take Martha McGrew with him. Miss McGrew never balks at responsibility — her own or anyone else's. She was Maj. Lohr's secretary on the Military Engineer and he brought her to the Fair with him, first as his secretary and then as assistant to the manager. Being female, she is talkative, but anyone who assumes that her loquacity interferes with her efficiency lives to learn better. Like Maj. Lohr, she neither finds nor seeks surcease from her pre occupation with the success of the exposition. Hawk-eyed, alert, she supervises all the minutiae of the administration — everything must go through the general manager's office — and takes unto herself with amusing earnestness the house-mother- ship of the entire organization. She does enough worrying for three world's fairs, and although she does a great deal of her worrying aloud, she is treated, on the whole, very kindly. Her inability to write shorthand is partially responsible for her prodigious memory. Her desk is a labyrinth of pigeon-holes, from which the complete record of any matter pertaining to the fair can be extracted, like a rabbit from a hat, in no time at all. Entirely unknown outside the Administration Building, Miss McGrew is more ubiquitiously heard, seen and appreciated inside the building than any other member of the organization. No. 3 man of A Century of Progress is Robert Isham Ran dolph, Colonel of Engineers, commandant of the 535th Battalion in the Toul sector in 1918. As director of operations and main tenance, Col. Randolph has the toughest part of his job ahead of him. As each building is completed, it is transferred from the books of the department of works to the department of opera tions. From June 1 on, Col. Randolph will be virtually respon sible for the functioning of the exposition. Although he is hardy and direct, Col. Randolph is not an January, 1933 LOOKING SKYWARD FROM WITHIN THE TRAVEL AND TRANSPORTATION BUILDING army man in the ignoble connotation of the phrase. He is smoother, cleverer, and much abler than U. S. colonels are permitted to be by statute. As a matter of fact, the army is his third love. The first is engineering, the second is civic activity. Son of a great engineer and scion of a long line of Virginia Randolphs, Robert Isham had to leave Cornell when he married, returned when he could afford it to complete his course in engineering. His handiwork in large-scale drainage, canaliza tion and irrigation projects may be seen in far places and near — Hawaii, Florida, Lockport and Beardstown. His career began at 17, when he became computer for the expert advisory commission to the Chicago Sanitary District. Associated ever since with this body, he has avoided politics but interested him self in municipal improvement. In 1930 he was elected presi dent of the Chicago Association of Commerce, and he became a local hero and a national figure when he was found to be the head of the awe-inspiring and thoroughly mysterious "Secret Six." Last November Col. Randolph precipitated the sensational court proceedings that were calculated to injure John A. Swan- son, candidate for reelection as state's attorney of Cook County. Col. Randolph had supported Swanson's candidacy four years before. Like most well-informed members of the community, the colonel knew that Swanson had failed gloriously to clean up Chicago. Vigorously opposed to "Honest John's" reelection, he felt it his civic duty — nothing more, nothing less — to present to the court charges of corruption in the state's attorney's office. The charges were prepared by one of Cermak's politicians, Judge Harry Fisher, and although this connection was unsavory for a man of Randolph's standing, he did not dodge the igno miny of it. In court Swanson attacked Randolph with the most disgraceful state paper issued by a local official since Bill Thompson spewed forth his blasphemies on the stage of the Apollo. The presiding judge kicked Swanson's speech out of court, but not until the simple state's attorney had thrown away what slim chances he had for reelection. This affair, together with the ballyhoo about the "Secret Six," brought down on Randolph's head the criticism that he was a publicity-hound. Men who have known him for years laugh at this. He is a modest man, but an unafraid one. He appears to have forced himself to be forceful. He dislikes public speaking, but he has educated himself to do it and to do it well. He is willing to undertake anything that he believes his position in the community imposes on him. Such a man is of extraordinary usefulness in the administration of a world's fair. Inside the organization he contributes a great deal of amusing and edifying individuality. Lean, brown, and tough, he com bines a kind of sinister sophistication with the simplicity and directness of a man whose profession has kept him in the "field" much of his life. He drinks, he tells lively stories, and his strong talk shocks (or should shock) the secretaries in his office. Besides being liked by both the army and the anti-army cliques, he is regarded, and rightfully so, as a man whose talents transcend the installation of sewers and drinking fountains for a world's fair. Except for Col. Randolph, the military members of the organ ization are all of a kidney. Col. John Stewart, in charge of the department of works, is hard-boiled, secretive, and — as befits such characteristics— an old poker-playing pal of the late War ren G. Harding. A veteran of much military life and important army engineering, he directs a division of the Fair that grows less important as the buildings are completed. Col. Frank Boggs, DETAIL OF SUPERSTRUCTURE, GENERAL EXHIBITIONS GROUP, NEAR COMPLETION assistant to the general manager, is an unimposing little man in a succession of grey suits, but behind his gentle, systematic manner lies a large achievement: he was purchasing agent of the Panama Canal, a job in which there might have been mag nificent scandal but in which there was none. Col. John S. Sewell, chief of the department of exhibits, came out of West Point in 1891 and directed the construction of the government printing office, the War College and the Agriculture Department building. In 1908 he resigned from the service and became associated with the Alabama Marble Co., of which he is now president. Reentering the army in 1917, he organized the Seventeeth Railway Engineers, with Charles G. Dawes as lieutenant-colonel. At St. Nazaire, the regiment became the nucleus of all construction work in base section No. 1, A. E. F. The real heavyweight of the exhibits department — on which the financial success of the exposition largely depends — is Col. J. Franklin Bell, "chief of the division of applied sciences and industry." Col. Bell is not a smoothie, and, unlike most army men, he knows better than to try to sell himself. He designs and directs the plan of attack on corporations that are reticent about participating in the Fair. And he rules with a high hand. He has been in the army so long that he can flout the red tape and departmental orders without fear of court martial. Work ing behind the lines, throwing a heavy barrage of correspond ence in all directions, he has rejected the tardy offers of at least seven corporations because they took too long to make up their minds to participate. The principal minority bloc of the Fair is composed of the scientists. Ringleader of this group is Fay Cooper-Cole, chief of the Social Science division. Dr. Cole is one of the nation's foremost anthropologists, and at the University of Chicago he is known as a tireless worker, a shrewd business head, a first-class executive and a charming man. He is supposed to give one- third of his time to the exposition, but he gives half of it. For him, as for all of the scientists affiliated, the exposition is going to be a field day — if only the confounded red tape doesn't ruin their plans. Chief army-hater of the Fair is Dr. Cole's assistant, Prof. Donald Slesinger. When Robert M. Hutchins came to the University of Chicago he brought his plump young friend Slesinger with him to be a dean. Like Hutchins, Slesinger is clever, a free and accurate thinker. As the Fair's representative in education circles, he spends most of his time in the nebulous business of "contacting." Prof. Henry Crew of Northwestern University is a rabid prohibitionist and an unhappy puritan. As chief of the division of physical sciences of A Century of Progress, he is forced to put up with his assistant, a perky, aggressive little fellow named Irving Muscat, instructor at the University of Chicago. Dr. Muscat combines the best features of a high-powered cloak-and- suit salesman and a great scientist. As a salesman of exhibit space to great corporations he has proved himself invaluable to the Fair — but not to Dr. Crew. One day in a general conference Prof. Crew suggested that the walls of the Hall of Science be inscribed with tributes to the Almighty as the motivating genius behind all scientific achieve ment. Dr. Muscat pooh-poohed the idea. "Young man," said Prof. Crew, turning slightly red with fury, "do you think you can keep God out of this exposition?" "Not if He has fifty cents," said Dr. Muscat. Dr. Allen D. Albert is almost a scientist. Small, suave, and courtly, he would rather think about, talk about and participate in ceremony than do anything else. He is not a university If CASUAL VIEW OF ADMINISTRATION BUILDING HOUSING EXECUTIVE OFFICES graduate, but Evansville (Ind.) College awarded him an Sc.D. in 1922, and he has been "Dr." ever since. He has been a Spanish-American War correspondent, an editorial writer, pub lisher, president of Rotary International, and for several years a public relations man for Dawes projects. This past summer he went to Japan and China as emissary for the Fair, and upon his return both nations announced their intention to participate. When he met Japanese princes, instead of asking how business was he asked what philosophy was current; such a man is scarcely less than a scientist. He is, indeed, cultured for cul ture's sake, and for all his sincerely rhapsodic addresses before women's clubs he is one of the most useful executives of this newest and biggest Dawes project. Perhaps the two most popular members of the organization are Clarence W. Farrier and Forest Ray Moulton. Mr. Farrier, architect of the Buckingham Fountain that sent a shudder through the Baron Rothschild, has an exceptional breadth of information and a fine mind that goes far to determine the policies of the exposition. He has long been an authority on city planning. He is Col. Randolph's assistant. Dr. Moulton finds more sheer enjoyment in his job than any other member of the staff. As director of concessions he is privileged to esti mate how many yards of sausage and how many gallons of pop will be consumed at the Fair. As one of the great mathematical astronomers of the age he is tickled pink with this privilege. To look at Dr. Moulton and to talk with him you would never know that he was an immortal. For fifteen years he was head of the department of astronomy at the University of Chicago. There he postulated, with Thomas Chrowder Chamberlain, the Chamberlain-Moulton planetesimal hypothesis of the solar sys tem, which revolutioned science's picture of the creation of the earth. No explanation of his resignation from the faculty has ever been made by him or by the university. He accepted an impressive position with the Utilities Power and Light Co., from which he has taken a leave of absence at the behest of his friend Rufus Dawes. Dr. Moulton believes that pop corn and high rides and penny arcades constitute the inner secret of human happiness ; on the lake front he is putting this particular Moulton hypothesis into practice. There are others — three hundred of them altogether. There is Felix Streyckmans, the enthusiastic Belgian who smokes his cigars down to hi3 mustache and spends his time, as director of foreign participation, persuading the Esthonians not to with draw just because the Latvians have decided to participate. There is Dr. Jay F. W. Pearsons, young and rotund, with a trip to the Galapagos Islands with Beebe behind him and in front of him his plan to show the gaping visitors the battle of the protozoa. There is J. Parker Van Zandt, the Fair's emissary in Europe, super-salesman, racquets champion of the Union League Club, and pretty easily shocked by the stories debutantes tell him. There is Miss Helen Bennett in tailored skirts, formerly manager of the Women's World's Fair and now director of women's participation in the '33 exposition. There is Daniel Burnham, one of the moving spirits of the Fair, who recently retired as director of works, builder, son of the great builder of the World's Columbian Exposition, man of taste, enemy of red tape. Then there is Adam, who stands at the outer door with a red rose in his lapel, who trained Tommy Ryan and Joe Gans, and who beat up Democrats when Charley Dawes was running McKinley's campaign in Illinois in 1896. A casual, cursory picture has been drawn here of the men and women who are in charge of the organization that is defying the times and building Chicago's second world's fair. Perhaps the shortcomings, the whimsies and the inadequacies of these men and women have been unduly emphasized. But is it necessary to sing their praises? — Or does not the panorama that stretches from 12th Street to 39th Street and from the Outer Drive to the shore of the lake speak for itself? THAT^S WHY FLANNELS ARE BORN At the European watering resorts, south of the Mason and Dixon Line, along southern California's coast, any place where one see\s sandban\s to forget snowbanks (unless it be a cabin in the cotton) there is a pro priety in attire that men must follow, whether it be on beaches or at baccarat. Blac\ is the predominating color of bathing suits this\ winter season in the southlands. Among the clothes illustrated there is the solid blac\, one-piece bathing suit, cut low in the bac\, the front and under the arms; the wearer is completely unhampered while swimming and also receives full benefit from the sun. For the older man there is the hori zontally striped blac\ and white bathing suit, cut not quite so low and worn with high-wdisted, full dar\ blue trun\s with a yellow stripe down each side. The terry cloth robe is yellow and built li\e a polo coat, single- breasted with a half -belt and vent. The figure in the background is wearing very full beach trousers of linen woven in the south of France. The shirt is jersey, worn unbuttoned in front with a large sil\ bandana \notted around the nec\. Yellow, brown, white and blues are the shades. Another costume, at the extreme right, worn on the beach (and equally suitable for tennis, golfing or the casino) is the zipper, or button front, knitted sport shirt and grey flannel slac\ trousers, and white buc\s\in shoes with plain toes. With grey Glen Urqu- hardt plaid flannel trousers one must wear a brown Gaberdine )ac\et and brown, wing-tipped buc\s\in shoes. (Shades of brown and grey are being worn together a great deal.) The shirt is plain white, the tie small figured; a collar pin is worn. A white linen jacket, double-breasted here, but single-breasted is likewise fitting, is worn with dar\ grey flannels and white buc\s\in shoes with plain toes and blac\ soles. The shirt is blue, the necktie blue and grey striped; a collar pin is worn. With the double-breasted, pale grey flannel suit, brown and white buc\ shoes are worn; the shirt is a tan Glen Urquhardt plaid (or it might, too, be of a checked design) with a tie of the same material and plaid; the snapped-brim hat is brown, another example of an effective combination of broums and greys for tropical wear. January, 1933 35 Just Around the Corner Spring Promises in Southern Clothes By The Chicagoenne YOU may be traveling (a surprising number of people are) or you may be just an old stayat'home like me, but in either case you will enjoy the midseason showings this month. The shops are gay with sun-ward clothes many of which are grand for a refreshing note right now and all of them promise an unusually good-looking spring. An interesting note in all the showings, too, is the development of the American designer. Far be it from this little column to stir up rancor against the French who always have been, are and probably always will be pretty wonderful in this business of designing femi- nine clothes but all of us are glad to see that the fine American designers are at last begin- ning to get their just desserts. Most of the shops are now making much of designs such as those shown on this page, designs with dash, high style, and marvelous suitability to the needs and figures of Amer ican women. So at last we are taking off our hats to and opening our check-books for Hattie Carnegie and Elizabeth Hawes, William Bloom, Sally Milgrim and Annette Simpson and their colleagues — especially since the French people don't want to open their check books for us. Many of the interesting new colors in southern things are delightful for wear right here right now, as there is nothing like a bright new dress under the old winter coat to give a lift to that after-holiday spirit. The colors this year are not often vio lent — many putty and string tones and a great renaissance of all the beige range, grays and greens, dusty pinks, red in dashes rather than in complete costumes, and of course much smart black and white. Navy and other blues are being made much of, particularly com bined with tans and browns rather than with white, and the smartest blues you will see will probably be worn with brown gloves and shoes and perhaps with brown hats. One would think they couldn't do much that was new about fabrics but the new wools and silks introduce plenty of fresh wrinkles. The big thing in suits and wool dresses seems to be the very, very soft fabric with a sort of Angora finish though not quite so fussy and very thin, fine basket weaves in extremely sheer wools. Something that looks like fine wool and feels like rough silk and is really a Du Pont Acele is Roche^, a roughish fabric in a sort of blurry check which is much more flattering than a decided check. Field shows this in some of the new jumper frocks which the young set is going mad about. Many of the silks have heavy matelasse surfaces or shiny stripes woven into dull surfaces; satin is creeping back, and chiffons — the solid colors rather than printed — flutter everywhere. There's a grand silk jersey-like weave used in pajamas, beach dresses, and sports dresses which you should go after. It is called Modjes\a and is one of the interesting new Du Pont fabrics. Its great quality for active dresses is that it is not stretchy and unpacks like a dream. Louise Stevens has some of her beach things in this and it's perfect for the tailored wide trousered effects which have supplanted the fluttering pajamas of last year. (Go in for these or beach dresses and eschew the flowery, floppy pajamas.) For resort wear and for later spring and summer there is much gingham and gingham effects in silks, pique, batik-like affairs which will probably turn into Fords, silks printed in rather quaint old-fashioned designs and charm' ing youthful velveteens for wraps and coats. One of the brightest bits for resort wear, if you are a bright young 36 The Chicagoan A GAY TRIFLE FOR RESORT EVENINGS, AT THE EXTREME LEFT. BLACK AND WHITE CREPE IS CRISP WITH MANY ORGANDIE RUF FLES AND WIDE PATENT LEATHER BELT. LESCHIN. THE FROCK NEXT TO IT IS ANNETTE SIMP SON^ ''DOUBLE DUTY" AT MARSHALL FIELD'S. A SHADOWY PRINT IN GRAYS AND GREENS MAKES AN EVENING GOWN UNDER THE SMART AFTERNOON OR COCKTAIL JACKET. THE LADY TURNS HER BACK TO SHOW THE LOVELY LINES OF A COCOA AND BEIGE CON FECTION FROM FIELD'S FASHION CENTER. DEMURELY VICTORIAN BUT WITH AN AIR, THE GREEN VELVETEEN EVENING COAT IS WORN WITH A STRIPED GREEN AND WHITE PIQUE EVENING FROCK. BLACKSTONE SHOP. ON THIS PAGE, LEFT: A KNOCK-OUT IN GRAYS AND REDS, THE SUIT A SOFT GRAY RODIER WOOL, THE CAPE AND BLOUSE BRIL LIANT LIPSTICK RED. JACQUES. AMBER WOOL, A NEW TONE, FASHIONS THE EXTREMELY CHIC SUIT BY MC AVOY WITH ITS INTERESTING DETAILS OF SEAMING, SLEEVE LINES, HALF MOON BUTTONS. PALE GRAY STRIPES CROSSED WITH GREEN BRIGHTEN THE WHITE HERRINGBONE SUIT BY N. A. HANNA, LAKE FOREST. UNDER THE SMART GREEN CAPE THE FROCK HAS DELIGHTFUL PUFFED SLEEVES CLASPED BY A CHROMIUM BUCKLE LIKE THE ONE SHOWN ON THE BELT. thing, is the striped pique evening dress shown at the Blackstone Shop. This pique is, of course, a very soft affair almost silky in feel and striped finely in cool green and white, which makes one think of fresh mint. The decolletage is very bathing suit in back with white straps crossing at the waist into a pert bow. The wrap (illustrated) is one of the most insouciant things these eyes have seen in a long time — three-quarter length with an upstanding frill on each shoulder and quaint puffed sleeves. Now you can tell a girl she looks like an old oil and she'll be thrilled. There are quite a few of these romantically smart pieces about town. The Blackstone has another in a white mousseline de soie diag onally plaided by fine navy blue stripes. The frills and furbelows are quite entrancing. Short ruffled sleeves and two ruffles at the hem of the wide skirt, a wide blue grosgrain belt, and to top it off a tiny white pancake hat. Gibson girly but o-o-o-h charm! u - The frock shown from Leschin has the ro mantic air too. This is in black dull crepe with splashes of large white dots and a wide patent leather belt. There's a very low back but a neck demurely ruffled in white organ die and wide ruffles forming little sleeves. Then there are the dresses romantic in the langourous rather than perky fashion. Black chiffon is in high favor again, in a floating creation at Leschin's with a jeweled belt and jeweled bands at the arm- holes. A dinner dress in black chiffon here, with long puffed sleeves gathered in at the wrists, does tricks to create a high and flatter ing neckline. The dress has a bateau across the shoulders but a beaded band pulls up the cowl and fastens about the neck into an unusual neckband. Annette Simpson in her showing at Mar shall Field's (Fashion Center Room) does the glamorous feminine thing to perfection. She does the one sketched, high in front and practically backless, in a pale cocoa chiffon. The narrow straps end at the waist where a swoop of chiffon is caught up and floats away in two wide streamers to make a divinely graceful train. Since these fall from the waist they are easily handled in walking or dancing. The streamers are a lovely soft pinky beige and twist into the belt about the front to offer color contrast. The details on the straight skirt are exquisite, fine tucks about the hips giving just a whisper of the downward trend of waists, though the actual belt remains high. Miss Simpson does delightful things with colors. Another chiffon in the new green, a sort of subdued emerald, has a dash of lip stick red in a narrow belt twisted into a wide one of the green chiffon. Her dinner and eve ning things appear in melting colors — dusty pink, shell pink, turquoise, greens. She calls them "At Ease1*' dresses, which they may be to the wearer but they look pretty fatal for susceptible escorts. Then she has crisp dash ing affairs like "Roadhouse Bum," a sort of sports evening dress, backless but with a jacket to transform it for tearing about places. "Dou ble Duty," illustrated, is another one of these effective for cocktail parties and dinner in its jacket but with a stunning evening decolletage underneath. The fabric is charming too, a crepe printed with soft green ferns and pale gray fern shadows contrasted with a wide sash of deep orange velvet twisted into a belt of narrow green ribbon. It really lives up to its name, it's that dashing and utilitarian. 1 he three-quarter note strikes again and again in sleeves and coats. In capes too, as in the very chic suit shown from Jacques. There are many new notes in this. The skirt and short jacket are in a grege, thin, finely-ribbed Rodier wool, touched up by the metal link 'belt. The blouse of lip stick red crepe is pulled loosely up to a high neck and the three-quarter length cape is in a heavier knit-like weave of the brilliant red. It has a grand swagger with its full military drop and slits for the arms. The suits shown are versatile in color and line and detail, simply too alluring for this suit-mad woman. You must hunt down mod els like the one shown from McAvoy in an amber-toned basket-like weave, with its beau tifully fitted drop shoulders and tucks center ing at the high neck, rows of half-moon wooden buttons and the triangle of brown galyak forming a collar at the back; like the Blackstone Shop confection in lemon yellow and pale apple green dress yolk with its dif ferently puffed sleeves; like Leschin's char treuse and gray suit with its three-quarter coat sporting a gray Persian lamb collar and vertical caracul bands to the square pockets; or their dark blue crepe with the woven-in shiny stripes, the dress top and lapels of the jacket an exquisite sky blue satin; Field's street frock in dark blue matelasse crepe with a heavy metal belt and two metal clips fasten ing the newly chic square middy collar to the front. Fetching things — wish there were yards of raving space. January, 1933 37 THE f/LVER. A N N/VEKS A f^Y c% t's just real good economy for me to invest in a new car this year. I am going to buy carefully. I know just what I want. It must be good to look at, with all the prestige and comfort and safety that cars had a few years ago that cost $1 500 to $2000, for that was my class. Built by a maker with a real reputation for building rugged dependability. I want about 9o Horsepower and 121 -inch wheelbase ... to weigh about 3500 pounds. With all the new engineering refinements, cushioned power, wide doors, form fitting fenders, deep comfortable seats, and Free Wheeling of course. A car that the wife can drive too and handle easily in traffic or the open road. THE CAR OF THE CAREFUL INVESTOR I haven't lost the thrill of a snappy pick-up and real speed when I need it. A car that will average 14 to 15 miles to a gallon of gasoline. A car that will last for many years and cost little to maintain. I would like my car inspected and tested every month and lubricated for a year without extra charge. And the list about a Thousand Dollars. So said thousands of John K. Publics. And they found their answer in Hupmobile's Silver Anniversary Models. The sensation of the New York Show. Big, luxurious, stylish transportation at new lower costs. See Hupmobile at the Coliseum, left, Main Entrance, and at your nearest Hupmobile Dealer. THIS CAR $995 at the factory 121" Wheelbase 90 Horsepower Cambill Motor Company, Inc. Hupmobile Distributor Sales: 2230 So. Michigan Avenue Service: 2231 So.. Wabash Avenue Calumet 5800 38 The Chicagoan Models from the Bumper Crop of '33 AT THE TOP, THE PACKARD TWELVE SEDAN, A CAR OF INTERIOR AND EX TERIOR BEAUTY, DIGNITY AND POWER. THE TWELVE ENGINE DEVELOPS AN ACTUAL 160 HORSEPOWER; THE DUAL CARBURETION SYSTEM IS ENTIRELY NEW, LIKEWISE THE AUTOMATIC CHOKE. THE CABRIOLET ROADSTER OF HUPMO- BILE'S NEW SIX SERIES WHICH REPRE SENTS THE CULMINATION OF THESE TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OF DEVELOPMENT AND TRULY DESERVES THE NAME — THE "SILVER ANNIVERSARY" SERIES. IN EVERY WAY INSOFAR AS APPEARANCE, PERFORMANCE, BEAUTY, SIZE AND LONG LIFE ARE CONCERNED, HUPP HAS MADE EVERY CAR OF THIS SERIES A MASTER PIECE TO WHICH IT IS PROUD TO ATTACH ITS NAME. THE DEBONAIRE CADILLAC V-8 FIVE- PASSENGER SEDAN, ONE OF THE 1933 MODELS THAT ESTABLISH HIGHER STAND ARDS FOR BEAUTY, LUXURY AND PER FORMANCE THAN EVEN THOSE OF THE 1932 LINE. THEY ARE SMARTER IN APPEARANCE AND FROM A MECHANICAL POINT OF VIEW, MORE CLOSELY AP PROACH THAT HEIGHT OF PERFECTION CADILLAC ENGINEERS VISIONED WHEN THEY INTRODUCED THE MULTI-CYLINDER POWER PLANT TO THE FINE CAR FIELD NINETEEN YEARS AGO. January, 1933 PACKARD STANDARD EIGHT VICTORIA PACKARD LIGHT EIGHT COUPE ROADSTER The 1933 Automobile Show The Coliseum Turns to Transportation By Clay Burgess \ GAIN the old Coliseum will be all dressed up to house the /-A National Automobile Show, the Thirty-third edition. Flaming ¦*¦ •*¦ red carpets and huge pillars of light will form a glamorous court of transportation. Surmounting this court will be a great frieze of the story of transportation covering six thousand years of mankind. More than thirty weeks have been spent in gathering the data for and in the execution of this frieze. A black and yellow marble facade will feature the balcony approach, while from the ceiling will suspend twenty enormous clusters of glass and light, each of twelve thousand watt capacity — the greatest aggregation of light ever assembled' in one building. •>•¦• ; There will be a separate color motif for each of the annexes adjoin ing the Coliseum, and the interesting color contrast will be one of the highlights of the Show. Silver and black will dominate the South Hall, and red and blue will carry out the scheme of things in the North Hall. ** **& *v The greal"' mural ceiling on which is pictorialised the Story of Transportation through the ages, one of the features of the New York Show, will* be brought to the Coliseum. The mural depicts • man's early struggles to transport the bare* necessities of life down through the later stages, through the camel, caravans, the covered wagons, the early automobile, and finally the master creation of the world's great est engineers. The mural displayed at the New York show, although 1 20 feet long by 20 feet wide, is but a synopsis of the story of trans portation that will be seen in full at the Chicago Show, and will constitute the largest mural ever executed in the history of the coun try, being 650 feet long and 25 feet wide. It depicts every form of transportation from the creation of the world down to the present day, and embodies all land, sea and air modes of travel. But you'll probably want to take a long look at the exhibited cars, too. Packard announced its new cars coincident with the opening of the New York Show. There are three "lines" now, with five different wheel bases and forty-one body types besides its custom bodies. They are the Packard Eight, Packard Super Eight and the Packard Twelve. An entirely new system of carburetion was developed for Packard Eights. It combines the advantages of both up and down draft car buretors and does away with the disadvantages of both, an accom plishment found also in the Twelve. Power of the motors has been increased until now the Packard Eight engine develops an actual 120 horsepower, the Packard Super Eight- 145 horsepower and the Packard Twelve 160 horsepower. All three cars have dual carburetion giving all the advantages of two separate carburetors without the necessity of maintaining finely balanced adjustments. The engines of all the new Packards are equipped with automatic choking devices which also represent a completely new development. Besides automatically adjusting the choke to the exact degree needed for starting, this new device automatically adjusts the throttle for the warming up period, closing the throttle to an idling position after the engine is sufficiently warmed. The owner of an automobile now, even though his car may have stood on the street for hours in zero weather, needs only to go through the usual starting movements and then leave the motor to take care of itself, driving the car as he would in warm weather. If he desires he can go indoors and, if his car is provided with a heater, for the installation of which provision is made, he can step out after a short interval to find comfortable warmth and a car ready to run as well as on a hot day in August. jL\ new system of ventilating interiors of all enclosed bodies of the new Packards represents research and develop' ment work which was started as far back as 1923 and embraces a study of foreign developments. Ventilation can be changed to suit individual desires of passengers or driver at a touch. Perfect venti lation can be maintained while driving through the rain. Windows remain free of frost in winter and hand signals can be given by the driver with praotically the same freedom and ease as with an open car. Front door windows are split down the center, each half being hinged at both top and bottom to swing easily. They are automatic ally held in any position in which they may be placed. The rear quarter windows are hinged also so that they can be swung in such manner as to take air out of the car or direct air into it. 1 HE new Cadillac line is a thing of 'beauty and a joy forever. The V-16, an entirely new custom creation, may be had this year only on individual order, strictly limited in production to four hundred cars. The New V-12's and V-8's and more luxurious than ever before and as suave, smooth, silent as they've always been. Fisher and Fleetwood designs are a compendium of modern beauty, grace and elegance. The V-8 presents six custom creations from Fleetwood and ten bodies by Fisher. And then there is the new La Salle V-8, gracefully modern in line and proportions, safely swift and powerful in road accomplishments. It is truly motordom's youth' ful bon-vivant. And each of these four superb new motor cars by Cadillac has one of the more advanced engineering features as a part of it; that is, the latest coachcraft development of Fisher, namely — No-Draft Ventilation. In modernized dress but still retaining tradi' ditional Pierce-Arrow characteristics, Pierce- Arrow's 1933 models in their coming show debut introduce two of the most revolutionary engineering advancements in years — automatic power brakes and auto' matic hydraulic valve lifters. These two innovations, both of which are exclusive with Pierce-Arrow, combined with a group of other outstanding improvements in engineering and design, place this 3 2 -year-old builder in a most enviable position in the fine car field. 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Your nerves will . . . because it's 4ll0IW KAFFEE-HAG COFFEE CRITICAL CHRONICLE A Thirty Day Musical Diary By Robert Pollak "JV/TONDAY Tiight, K[ovember 28. The critical month begins as the huge basso Chaliapin sings at Orchestra Hall for the benefit of the Girl Scouts. Curious juxtaposition. Feodor is in the best spirits, very stimulated, possibly by one or two highballs or the Chicago-Russian equivalent. None of the old charm has left him, and certain warm topnotes still ring out gloriously. He makes a little drama out of every one of his time-worn "numbers," and, toward the last, puts on his glasses and clowns a slushy American encore song that somebody left in his mailbox. Very funny. Through the evening he heckles and admonishes, even conducts his serious accom panist. There comes, inevitably, the Song of the Flea while thousands cheer. He waves to the gallery and shakes hands with the boxes. He is still the greatest show on earth. Read the other day that his Autobiography has been published. It should be juicy. Thursday Wight, December 1 . Here we are as usual sitting at Mr. Stock's feet. The ladies can now wear their hats all evening at Orchestra Hall. Wait and see, next year ostrich plumes will be back. Egon Petri, the great Busoni pupil, makes a double appearance, in the Bach D Minor Concerto and the Liszt Totentanz. The con certo has been touched up, amplified by Petri's teacher until conser vative old Schweitzer, the dean of Bach biographers, wouldn't know it as the same piece. It becomes eminently pianistic and powerful, poignant Bach besides. Petri plays it in masterly fashion, finds color combinations with the pedals that give the music a curiously modern flavor. GrifFes, who died too young, is represented by The Pleasure Dome of Kubla Khan, a canvas touched up with the pigments of the modern Frenchmen, but nevertheless endowed with individual feeling. He might have been our greatest American composer by now. John Powell isn't, but the three Virginian Country Dances are set per fectly in the Grainger style and make very pleasant listening. The melodies, like most fine folk tunes, have a shape and originality that most composers would give an ear to discover. That may be why Liszt's Totentanz, for all its floridity of decoration, is impressive music. The old Latin hymn from which it springs marches on like a Juggernaut and even Liszt has to get out of the way. Thursday Tiight, December 8. Like everybody else I have the grippe and sit at home reading Lloyd Lewis' Sherman while Gradova is playing Rachmaninoff downtown. But a kind neighbor brings me the program. That full- page ad must have disturbed Gka very much and rightly so. Sandwiched in between Mr. Borowski's notes is a large and unflattering picture of the pianiste at the age of eighteen, clad in a graduate's cap and gown, endorsing, on the margin, a local teacher with adolescent enthusiasm. Picture and endorsement, both many years old, caused unnecessary embarrassment to a lady who, like all fine artists, has been teaching herself these many years. Gradova, one of the four or five best women of the keyboard, deserves protection from such tasteless exploitation. And so do her colleagues everywhere. 'Wednesday ~Night, December 14. The despondent ghost of Louis Sullivan stands in the foyer and smiles at last. His Auditorium opens its doors to a sold-out house assembled by the Bohemians of Chicago bent on making some money for unemployed musicians. We are admitted again to one of the most perfect rooms for music that man ever designed. Everyone says sententiously, happily, that he is glad to get back. The actors are Alsen, Hofmann, John Charles Thomas, an augmented symphony of two hundred with Mr. Lytton scraping away vigorously in the last row, and, of course, Stock. We are given a prize collection of potboilers, but as it is much more occasion that concert, nobody minds. Nobody minds even a well-meant but inaudi ble speech by Mr. Hamill, or some lantern slides of the World's Fair buildings sans Mickey Mouse. Nobody wants to go home even when Stock offers to cut the 1812 Overture (pity he was too young to sug gest it to Tschaikowsky) . Nobody does until almost midnight. Thursday Wight, December IS. Reaction from the night before. Maybe orchestra and conductor both have had too much music this week, and a feeble, empty program doesn't help matters. The Third Symphony of Alfven, pleasant enough if contrasted with powerful musics. But for the rest three stupid and repetitious Spanish dances by a local gentleman named Rosales, a meandering, uninspired 'cello The Chicagoan concerto of Glazounow, and a Grieg Symphonic Dance. No food for a hungry audience. Changing temperatures make Danny Saidenberg's 'cello and bow click and buzz. Even this warrior has an off night. Friday Wight, December 16. Still more symphony, this time Carl Bricken's University of Chicago organization. As an alumnus this critic's heart leaps up at important musical activity on the Midway. It has taken many years. Bricken has been working night and day to carve himself an orchestra, and he is beginning to get results. Horns, wood-winds and strings still make queer noises, certain tempi are inadequate but, bejabbers, how they're trying. Surprise of the eve ning is Bricken's own E flat Suite, a sober, eloquent piece of writing, bowing humbly and earnestly toward Bach and Brahms, but genuinely moving in its own right. Would Mr. Stock please give it a hearing down town? Monday Wight, December 19. Heifetz comes to town, gets photographed at the station buying memberships in the Chicago Friends of Music so that we can have an open air temple on the lake during the Fair and afterwards. Twenty minutes of Heifetz in the evening is just enough, the Cesar Franck Sonata for violin and piano. A great artist playing great music, so why linger for Bruch, Saint - Saens and Drigo? Thursday Wight, December 22. Stock does one of his amazing turnabouts, and gives us a brilliant Christmas program. The orchestra snaps and crackles. The program groups itself around a towering symphony, Miaskowsky's Twelfth, written to celebrate a soviet anni versary. Stock, more than any other American conductor, recognizes the stature of this Russian. The Twelfth burns with electrical energy, rising triumphantly, in the final movement, to a festive optimism that constitutes better soviet propaganda than a thousand pamphlets. If Miaskowsky's emotion and spirit arise from his environment as well as from his genius there must be still plenty of fight left in the Moscow experimenters. Monday Wight, December 26. The hunger for the Auditorium is real. The Bohemian's pointed the way. John Pane-Gasser, erstwhile collector of internal revenue and movie operator, sells a performance of II Trovatore to a packed house. From current reports Pane-Gasser, an active gentleman, assembled a company, sold most of his tickets, put on his costume, pulled up the curtain and then sang Manrico. Who could ask for anything more? It's a decent show. Bernabini conducts. The impresario, Leskaya, Paggi and Martino-Rossi are creditable principals. The Civic Opera Orchestra tootles in the pit. Tuesday TSjfght, December 27. Jerome Kern, who is to us what Lehar is to the Austrians, conquers again with the score of The Cat and the Fiddle. The Schubertian directness of these tunes, the sophisticated simplicity of this orchestra, touches everyone's heart. And on the stage the romance is credible, the pictures pleasant, and most of the singing excellent. It's all so near to being as good as Show Boat that nonsense, it is as good as Show Boat. That ought to get you to the Apollo. Wax-Works T_TERE'S an item you may have missed. The Brunswick Recording Company, taking advantage of the splendid revival of Shov Boat in New York, has released a colorful album containing the best selections from Kern's great musical romance. Victor Young, Paul Robeson, Helen Morgan, Frank Munn, James Melton and Countess Albani, conspire with orchestra and chorus in fresh and brilliant arrangements of the several tunes that everybody loves and still sings, Old Man River, Bill, Cant Help Lovin Dat Man, etceteray. There is a symphonic introduction played by Young and his boys in which Old Man River, by now an authentic American song in the Stephen Foster tradition, is treated to an ingenious fugato. The entire set is folded into a gayly painted album. Highbrow or lowbrow, you can't help lovin' these tunes. If you are a searcher for good choral recordings, and they are few and far between, take notice of the Brunswick Stille Wacht doubled with the ancient hymn O Du Frohliche, both sung by the male chorus of the Berlin Singing Teachers Society. The quality of the recording is excellent, no unpleasant reverberations or echoes. The old chants are sung simply and fervently. Victor has set itself to the task of recording the less familiar portions of Siegfried, using the London Symphony Orchestra under the direction of Robert Heger, and soloists of the calibre of Melchior, Schorr and Habich whom you may remember as the great Beckmesser in the Chicago performance of Die Meister- /= DRINK YOUR WAY OUT of that "depressed feeling FEEL muggy . . . tired . . . down at the mouth? Do this and see how much better you will feel: 1. Drink two (2) whacking-big tumblers of water every morning — before breakfast. 2. Drink from four to six more glassfuls during the day. Pure water is Nature's great eliminent. Gently, but firmly, it helps rid the body of toxic wastes which are so often responsible for that bilious out look on life. But six to eight glassfuls is a lot of water you may say. "Not if you drink Corinnis Spring Water," we reply. For Corinnis is downright dee-licious! It is never bitter with chlorine — never cloudy. And it is so pure tiny babies can drink it without boiling. (The water, we mean.) Corinnis costs but a few cents a bottle. It is delivered anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. Order a case today. See how quickly you will reach par and over. (Also sold at your neighborhood stores.) 9? INCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 January, 1933 43 44 singer. We have always contended that in the sinewy and athletic first act of Siegfried Herr Wagner did some of his best writing. The conversation between the blonde hero and the groveling Mimi, the struggle of wits between Mimi and Wotan, these picturesque and pertinent episodes provided Wagner with the background for some of his most colorful scoring. Until the last act Siegfried is for men only, an Olympian stag party. With the awakening of Bninnhilde in Act III the music takes on, at intervals, a somewhat saccharine flavor. The strictly male combination of Melchior, Schorr and Habich does some unforgettable singing and the orchestral tapestry leaves nothing to be desired. This seems to be Sibelius' season and we are going to be taught to like him whether we want to or not. Stokowski has made the Fourth Symphony. You will revel in it for the timbre and brilliance of that Philadelphia orchestra; and if you play it over three or four times you will begin to like the music. Sibelius' music is unconven' tional, the colors on his palette brown and grey. His orchestra is often stark and laconic like the landscapes of his own Finland. But a little study of the master will disclose a truly poetic composer. The Fourth is as good a place to begin as any. .More Victor pressings. Arthur Rubinstein, a pianist who hasn't been heard around here in a long time, records in Europe the enchanting Lover and Wightingale of Granados, and one of the less interesting Chopin Mazur\as. The orchestra of the Berlin State Opera contributes the pleasant Mozart Andante for Flute and Orchestra doubled with the ballet music from Idomeneo. And don't miss, you avid Wagnerians, the new recording of the Meistersinger sextet, in which Elisabeth Schumann, Melchior and Schorr, carry fifty per cent of the load. A divine recording of a holy moment in music drama. Sachs-Schorr sings a solo from the third act on the other side. Tito Schipa, who has been serving at the Metropolitan this season, sings his own Prayer and an aria from Cilea's little known UArlesiana. A good record for you if you enjoy fine singing and don't care much for music. In the field of show music several eastern bands have turned their attention to Music in the Air, the new Kern-Hammerstein opera. Jack Denny and the Waldorf Orchestra, make a grand coupling of Vve Told Every Little Star and The Song Is You. If you haven't heard these you soon will. Leo Reisman records two of the less important ditties from the same show, And Love "Was Born and We Belong Together, the latter decidedly not up to the Kern standard. Both recordings are Victor. Eddy Duchin of the Central Park Casino makes more of the same for Brunswick. For those who have long playing record machines Victor offers a symphonic program transcription from the Schwartz- Dietz revue Flying Colors. Bruns' wick helps immortalize part of Of Thee I Sing by transcribing "Wintergreen for President on the discs. The original words of Hal Kemp and his orchestra do nothing to improve the works of the Brothers Gershwin. Also for Brunswick, the tremulous Mr. Bing Crosby sings Let's Put Out the Lights, an ingenious specialty number of Hupfeld, with a minimum of tremulousness. The pseudo heroic Brother, Can "You Spare a Dime is on the other side. R. P. When Galena was a Man's Town Roll Your Own Manifesto By Susan Wilbur COUNTLESS attempts have been made to describe the prairie. Attempts by those travellers of long ago who actually saw it Attempts by present day writers wishing to rebuild, or should I say debuild — it in imagination. But probably no three words have more accurately described it than the title of Janet Ayer Fairbanks new book, The Bright Land. That must have been exactly the way those golden stretches looked to anyone coming fresh to them from some small eastern landscape broken by the shade of hill and tree. This picture quality being characteristic not only of the title but of the book itself. Which reads like a series of Currier and Ives prints. You see all of it. The stage that took Samuel Flagg and his daughter Abby-Delight as far as Nashua in the year 1840. The "rail cars" that carried them on from there. The calash that came from Salem to take Sally Bliss home from Abbot's Female Academy. The liner Britannia, that smashed all records in the year 1841 by The Chicagoan crossing the Atlantic in two weeks and eight hours. And, as a result of Abby-Delight's subsequent decision to elope with Stephen Blanchard to Galena, the series continues until it includes the palatial Tremont House of Boston, an Erie canal boat and its "grand" coming in at Syracuse, the magnificent steamboat Chesapeake, Buffalo to Chicago, a first view of the prairie, and finally Galena perched on its bluffs, with Mississippi boats anchored below, in the Fever River. Not ships, Abby- Delight, boats. Pictures, but in combination with costumes and customs, foods and housekeeping, what people did of an evening. The New England part is good, studied, not merely ad-libbed, but the Galena part, standing out from it, is quite literally sensational, the first broaching of a new run of material, western ways, plus southern, plus money. The story of Galena from boom times, when it was so much a man's town that silks and wives must be specially brought in from elsewhere, through the Civil War, and so on down to the day when "there are only old ladies like you and me left." But pictures alone do not make a novel. Lynd Ward to the con trary notwithstanding. There is the story of course: this time a lively one: though so simple that I if I cared to spoil it for you it wouldn't take half a paragraph. There is also that trick of making the reader somehow identify himself with what you are telling. This may happen through his seeing his own circumstances set down, or his inmost thoughts subtly transmuted and amplified a. la Henry James. Or you can always write a Cinderella story. Now I don't say that everyone will identify quite as completely with The Bright Land as I did. Not everyone, that is, will have Flagg and Bliss for bears, or will, ancestrally, have made the first lap of the westward journey by Erie Canal. But there are few Chicagoans of any antiquity at all who do not have some family lengend of great-grandfather declaring Chicago a mud-hole and moving on to buy in a nice dry- town with a really good river and maybe some lead mines. Writers and musicians more often than not work quite solitary. While among artists it is likelier to be a bunch starting something by getting together on it. Art of Today: Chicago 1933, by J. Z. Jacobson, is however perhaps the first example in history of a critic calling the bunch together. A nucleus existed in "The Ten," who exhibit annually in the Marshall Field galleries. But here are fifty-two. Some of the off forty-two being young and experi mental, others one man show people of long standing. Each fills two pages, one with a gravure reproduction of a painting or piece of sculpture, the other with as much of his philosophy of art as Mr. Jacobson's questionnaire caused to crystallize into words. Never mind who has been left out, — though, naturally, as an Oak Parker, I can't help thinking that Herbert Lewis and his ash can symphony should have been included. The total effect presented by those who are in is of a most impressive synthetic manifesto. Yes, I am going to mention Henry James again. No, I am not in my dotage. The answer is that I met Loren Carol the other evening — yes we used to write in adjoining rooms on the old Post, but I had never met him before — and he who is the author of Wild Onion, remarked that with him, the slogan from now on was going to be: back to Henry James. But, to continue: in the novel that Ber\eley Square was based on, Henry James likewise took an eighteenth century fan and put him back in the eighteenth century. Everyone back there was surprised at his dentistry, just as everyone in Ber\eley Square was surprised at the hero's propensity for bathing. In Mr. Chilvester s Daughters, Edith Olivier has gone at this nostalgia for the eighteenth century the other way round. Here is a Queen Anne house overlooking the chorister's green of a cathedral close. By lease it passes from father to son, but as the present Mr. Chilvester has daughters only, the lease will before long lapse to the cathedral chapter. The house has con sequently become a passion with Mr. C. Surprised in his study, he is found to be reading a very handsome old book. It deals with furniture polish. There may be very little to eat at Chilvester House, but there must always be maids enough to keep the furniture in condition. Mr. Chilvester's enthusiasm for the century extends even to its lack of drains. Whereby, with an incongruity typical of this author, the tale hangs. 1 hat an important committee has believed The Last Adam by James Gould Cozzens capable of holding the attention of at least forty thousand people, is testified by the fact that it is a January book club choice. As a piece of technique, however, it may January, 1933 G a ^4Cfe llH* ^TRIP ABROAD m-muttta CALIFORNIA at NEW YORK via rGmamci Gmal Four brilliant new sister liners . . . with every facility and comfort to increase the pleasure of your days afloat . . . and sea-speed that leaves ample leisure for visits in seven glamorous foreign countries en route! Sail with the splendid new Santa Rosa, Santa Paula, Santa Lucia or Santa Elena! Co ashore — on your way coast-to-coast— in sunny Havana, Colombia* (*Eastbound), Panama, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico! 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In other words, whoever digs up this book along with the relics of our civilisation will know exactly how a switchboard was run, a typhoid bacillus cultured in bile solution, an expensive roadster started, or a high tension transmission line set up to confound an otherwise peace ful community. The central figure, the hero perhaps, — certainly he comes over into print with vigor enough for that — is Dr. George Bull, aged sixty-seven, but still a favorite figure for scandal in the town of New Winton. His "horse-doctor" theory of medicine, namely that a patient is quite as likely to die, or to get well, whether you pay any attention to his telephone call or not, being contrasted wih that of Dr. Verney in the next town, who believes in all the fixings, and gets thrilled about the five per cent of borderline cases which may get well if you hurry over with all the proper equipment. As Dr. Bull is the only doctor in town and as everybody is con sequently his patient, Mr. Cogens covers the whole community from rich man to poor, and from shopkeeper and undertaker to politician. The incidents, with the exception of the town meeting called to hold Dr. Bull responsible for the typhoid epidemic, are small, but, rattled off — one after another they make excellent kaleidoscope. So do the dramatis personae. Well marked and carefully fitted into social strata. 1 he trouble with America is not, as you might suppose from reading Babbitt, that there are too many tiled bathrooms with gadgets, but that there are too few bathrooms of any sort. The percentage in farmhouses is low, and even in certain city neighbor' hoods, slums, all arrangements are apparently still quite frankly out of doors. In other words, if radio lifted us out of the last depression, an equally nationwide selling of bathrooms would more than lift us out of this. See Housing America, by the Editors of Fortune. But there is a catch. There are several catches. It is in fact all catches, from the real estate man to the racketeer, and from the fact that the building trades are too much organized to the fact that they are really not organized, that is, inter-organized, at all. Just try to put in a bath room, and watch the carpenters delaying the plumbers, the electricians delaying the plasterers, and all of them sitting around until the line leum man comes. After which allow an additional week for the decorators. In the face of all which, the firm to be known as General Houses claims that it is technically possible for a customer to order a house one day and have it set up complete in the course of the next. Again, after, shall we say roughly, three thousand years, the Odyssey makes its appearance as a new book. Not that this is its first, translation into English. The preface states quite frankly that it is the twenty-eighth. Every age from Shakespeare's on down has had is own translation according to its fashions. In the early seventeen hundreds, nobody of the tea party type would have dared go to a tea party without having read Pope's. The era of William Morris brought forth a translation made up of words as complicated as a Kelmscott press border. But this translation is something else again. Like the original, it is a book that can be read. Verse translations somehow splash over you, page after page of rush and glitter. Previous prose translations have scarcely moved at all. But T. E. Shaw (formerly Lawrence of Arabia) takes his Homer discursively. Sometimes he puts in a purple patch. If a bit of modern slang does the job better, let's have the slang. The result being that the reader stays awake, and having stayed awake, discovers that the Odyssey is not a classic at all, but simply a modern costume novel. To say that T. E. Shaw (formerly Lawrence of Arabia) jazzes the tale would be to put the emphasis in the wrong place. What he does is rather to write in what the scholars have long sus' pected, namely a touch of impudence on the part of Homer himself. Highlights and Smudges Notes on the Galleries and Exhibits By Edward Millman THE O'Brien Galleries are having an exhibit of a group of paintings by Louis Icart, a portrait painter wellknown on the continent for his portraits of women. His paintings are highly mannered in technique, using a limited palette of black and white with some delicate tints for color sensation. 46 The Chicagoan Maternity, etching by w. lee hankey in his one man show at THE FINDLAY GALLERIES. We welcome the new Chicago branch of the Findlay Galleries of Kansas City. The new galleries are established in the Auditorium Hotel building under the management of Walstein C. Findlay and our veteran Chicago dealer, Thomas Whipple Dunbar. Their first exhibit is a one man show of the oil paintings, water colors and etchings of W. Lee Hankey. This is the first Hankey show of any considerable size ever to be shown in Chicago — and it's certainly worth a visit. He is best known for his etchings in this country, and the Findlays in their Kansas City Galleries have sold a good many of his things. W e recommend a visit to the Hildebrand Stu dios at 227 N. Michigan Avenue, makers and designers of distinc tive modern American furniture. They approach design in furniture and interiors with the sole objective of creating warmth and comfort and achieve admirable results. The use of rich materials in harmoni ous color schemes, the simplicity of design, coupled with the ability not only to create but execute the furniture in their own workshop as well as the draperies, the bed spreads, the pillows, the table throws, everything that tends to make for the perfect and harmonious interior will be found here. There's also an interesting exhibit of abstractions, decorative pieces, still lifes, and figure compositions by Chicago artists, suitable for modern as well as period interiors, and when the Hildebrands are commissioned to do an interior, whether it is a boudoir, a man's room, a cafe or a night club, their artists are called in to help complete the settings with murals or canvases. Among the artists exhibiting are A. Raymond Katz and Peter Dieme, both very capable easel painters as well as muralists. The theory that painting should have the absolute values of music is true when looking at their decorative pieces that fit in so beautifully in a modern room. We hope no one missed Increase Robinson's show of water color lithographs and drawings of young Chicago artists at her Studio Gallery in Diana Court. It was very much worth while, and now she has prepared a schedule for the coming months that looks especially interesting. Opening Saturday evening, January 21, an exposition by the fifty- two artists represented in J. Z. Jacobson's Art of Today — Chicago, 1933. This exhibit will continue for a month, followed by an exhi bition of water colors by George Buehr and Dudley Crafts Watson in one gallery, the other gallery to occupy a group of water colors and drawings by Mid-Western artists residing outside of Chicago. CRUISE EMPRESS OF AUSTRALIA Spacious and distinguished cruise favorite FROM NEW YORK JAN. 31 69 DAYS 25 PORTS • Buy-as-you-please and pay-as-you-go for shore excursions all 'round the whole Mediterranean. Any of these ways: 550 855 (up) for 69-day ship cruise with shore ex cursions optional. All First Class. (up) for complete standard ship-and- shore program. First Class throughout. t<JAA (up) for ship cruise, shore www trips optional. Tourist Class. (pi a (up) for complete Tourist w ' w Class standard ship-and- shore program. SHORE EXCURSIONS 3 options: (1) Buy shore excursions before sailing or aboard ship, when and as you please. (2) Complete standard shore program, all First Class, $305. (3) Complete standard shore program. Tourist Class, $210. PORTS AND PLACES: FUNCHAL • CASABLANCA - CADIZ' GIBRALTAR ALGIERS • PALMA • BARCELONA • LA GOULETTE (TUNIS) VALETTA- MESSINA NAPLES • VENICE • DUBROVNIK • KOTOR BAY- PHALERON BAY (ATHENS) ISTANBUL • RHODES • LARNACA • BEIRUT • HAIFA • JERUSALEM PORT SAID • CAIRO • MONACO • CHERBOURG • SOUTHAMPTON • Study the different rates, options. See deck plan, itinerary. Your own agent, or E. A. KENNEY, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, Illinois. Phone: Wabash 1904 January, 1933 47 s? ^&f ^ THE MOST AMAZING WINTER VACATION EVE R CONCEIVED There's a new KIND of vacation in store for you this year . . . the most amazing vacation ever con ceived ... at costs so reasonable that they establish an entirely new standard of vacation value ! You'll find it at the Miami Bilt- more . . . now and from now on, in sports and recreation . . . soc ially and geographically . . CEN TER OF THE WINTERTIME WORLD. Geographically the center because the Biltmore's luxurious- and unique new plan of free guest transportation by aerocar and cabin autogyro, in constant transit to. the beaches, the races, the fishing grounds, theatres and shops and all the activities not centered in the Biltmore grounds, brings it nearer to everything than any other hotel, avoiding enough on taxi fare alone to save the ac tive vacationist the greater part of his hotel bill. A major golf event at « the Miami Biltmore Country Club every week, begin ning with golf's richest tourna ment, the $10,000 Miami Bilt more Open ... . Sarazen, Costello, Brady and Everhardt as the club's own pros . . . seventeen spectacular water carnivals in the famous Biltmore pools with National Olympic Stars' Aquatic Meet as' the climax ... an elab orate equestrian program . . . the Biltmore stables, equipped with horses for every type of rider . . . and facilities for keeping with out extra costs, the guests' pri vate mounts ... 35 miles of bridle paths, jumps and obstacles . . . hunt breakfasts, treasure hunts and the National Society Horse Show . . . tennis tournaments on the Biltmore's own clay courts under the direction of J. B. 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Add to this the fact that nowhere in any resort is there a finer hotel property, from the standpoint of architecture, furnishings, service or cuisine. Add the fact that you NEED the diversion, recre ation and recuperation this DIF FERENT vacation ^places easily within your present ideas of economy . . . and you'll make reservations NOW, for your share of the thousand and one pleasures arranged for you in the1 CENTER OF THE WIN TERTIME WORLD. Florida Year Rounddubs Special Train with the Netv Miami Biltmore Recreation Car From Boston and Netv York Weekly For reservations, rates and literature,, address Marcel A. Gotschi, Managing Director, * CORAL GABLES MIAMI, FLORIDA 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, Illinois One year $3 Two years $5 Gentlemen : I enclose the indicated amount, for which please mail The Chicagoan each month to the address given below. (Signature) (Street address) (City) (State) IT S SUMMER ALOFT, THOUGH IT BE WINTER BELOW IN FULL FLIGHT An Industry Defies the Depression By Karl S . Betts THE depression and winter weather seem to have a stimulating effect on the airline business. In striking contrast to the gen eral trend of commerce during the past three years, the air transport business is going ahead at an amazing pace. Practically every airline in the U. S. has shown an increase in traffic this year of from twenty 'five per cent to fifty per cent over 1931, and that is going some in these parlous times. In the leanest years American business has ever known the airlines have gone merrily along establishing new traffic records and violating every tradition of a well-ordered depression. Starting in 1929 with 109,098 revenue passengers, air traffic grew to 275,610 paid passengers in 1930 and 369,074 in 1931. Last year the Department of Com' merce estimated that 650,000 passengers were carried over the airways. Winter air travel, particularly, is very much on the up-grade, and the passenger volume in January, February, March and December on all airlines now approximates about twenty per cent of the year's total. It used to be that the 'bottom dropped out of everything with the first snow flurry, and only a few hardy individuals ever dared to "go through with the air mail."' But that is all changed now and the flow of traffic is rapidly leveling off into a steady stream through out the full twelve months of the year. Perhaps the airline operators themselves have discovered that there really is no "off season" in air travel. The American business man has to travel regardless of weather and economic conditions, and there is no more reason for him to cut down on his trips than there is for him to cut down on the number of times a week he shaves or bathes. All transportation systems enjoy an enormous and constant prospec tive market because people travel the year round, and in good times as well as bad. Transamerican Airlines, which links up nineteen cities in the Great Lakes region, reports a record increase in winter passenger traffic on all its lines. During the winter months of January, February, March and December of 1931, the Transamerican System carried 1118 passengers. This approximated five per cent of the total number carried during the year. In 1932 these lines carried 4020 passengers during the same months — an increase in winter air traffic of nearly three hundred per cent in one year."' , Last year passenger traffic in the winter months approximated twenty per cent of the total volume for the year. This increase is particularly signifi cant because Transamerican Airlines operates in a territory where climatic conditions are uncertain and severe at this season of the year. Mr. R. C. Marshall, President of Transamerican Airlines, ascribes much of the popularity of winter flying to the fact that the public is becoming "weather wise.1' "Air traffic now resumes its normal flow on the first day following a cancellation of schedules," says Mr. Marshall. "A year ago when we had bad weather, we found that 48 The Chicagoan A 150-MINUTE PANORAMA FROM CHICAGO TO DETROIT passenger traffic would not return to its normal proportions until the third or fourth day following, no matter how favorable the weather had been in the meantime. Most seasoned air travelers today are pretty well informed on the weather and they have developed unlim ited confidence in the dependability of airline schedules under all sorts of conditions. "Three years ago the airlines found it difficult to maintain a fifty per cent average of completed schedules throughout the year. Now the general average for all air mail and passenger lines has risen to more than ninety per cent completed schedules. Improved aids to navigation have been chiefly responsible for this rising percentage and for our record of fast, comfortable, one-time service during every month of the year." There also seems to be something of an analogy between faster service and increased passenger traffic. In 1931 the average speed maintained on the country's airlines was less than 100 miles per hour. In 1932 airline schedules averaged approxi mately 115 miles per hour and passenger traffic stepped up consider ably on all runs where faster equipment was used. New ships which will take the air this year on Transamerican and other airline systems will have cruising speeds of more than 135 miles per hour and it is believed that this added speed will materially increase traffic, particu larly on short hauls. A 300 mile trip in 160 minutes will have a lot of sales appeal for most travelers. Along with faster and more fre quent schedules have come substantial reductions in air fares and today you can travel to almost every part of the United States at a cost of no more than railroad fare plus Pullman. The co-ordination of airline schedules and the development of "through service" was another factor which helped to build up air traffic totals in 1932. Traffic now flows smoothly and uninterruptedly over a great national network of airways with delays in transit re duced to a minimum. Detroit bound passengers from Los Angeles and Miami bound travelers from the Twin Cities can now travel straight through to their destinations, and the only delay involved is the time required to trans-ship them and their baggage at Chicago or Atlanta. We have asked the same question scores of times of air travelers, "Why do you prefer to fly?" but we never get the same answer. One executive of a nationally known corporation says, "I travel by air and urge my subordinates to fly because in these days of keen competition time is a matter of great importance. Flying certainly increases the time we can devote to business and, naturally, this tends to increase profits." Another executive of a Detroit automobile company says that he finds a desirable thrill in airplane travel which is lacking in every other form of transport. For him, flying adds a touch of romance and adventure which is mentally stimulating. He says that he would still travel by air if the cost was twenty-five per cent greater than railroad fare. There are, of course, thousands of air travelers who at present fly only as necessity requires, but with improvements and extensions of airline service many of them will become regular patrons. It should be noted in passing that the number of women passengers on the January, 1933 WELCOME TO THE IRWIN SHOWROOMS A delightful new line of fine custom models is being displayed at the Irwin factory wholesale showrooms at 608 S. Michigan Bl. Indeed, a brilliant collection of fine custom furniture repro ductions, adaptations and original creations by America's foremost designing staff at prices more moderate than ever before. You'll find inspiration on these well appointed floors. This is a new way to view beautiful furniture, and if you wish to purchase, arrangements may be made through your local dealer. 608 S. MICHIGAN BL. ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. COOPER-WILLIAMS, Inc. AFFIMATED 49 Three room suites — attractively fur nished living room <15'x22') with in- a-door bed, large bedroom, four clos ets; dinette and kitchen, outside bath and shower. Two room suites — dining room with new twin in-a-door beds ; dinette and kitchen, shower bath and dressing closet. -£.e*v (td\s Five room suites — large living room, sun room, dining room and kitchen; two large bed rooms, two baths. ®f)e CfmrcijiU an exclusive apartment hotel located in the smart residential section of the near north side — within walking dis tance of the loop. 1255 NORTH STATE PARKWAY (at Goethe) Whitehall 5000 Jessie D. Langel, Mgr. Build Lasting Beauty! Come to Helena Rubinstein's Salon . . . lean 'way back . . . close your eyes ... let the sooth ing, restful face treatment lull you to dreamy content. Then— wake up! Make the amazing discovery that fatigue lines are gone! Relaxed face muscles firm ! A sallow complexion radi ant, clear, youthful! Or come in and have a scientific, restful home beauty treatment prescribed for you, and a Personality Makeup created to suit your indi vidual type. This service is without charge. See The New Youth if ying Cosmetics! red poppy rouge and lipstick— the newest shade! A youthful tone becoming to every type. 1.00, 2.00 peachbloom powder— the new glamorous opales cent tone that blends with every skin. 1.50 to 7.50. iridescent eyeshadow— in fascinating new shades flecked with gold and silver: Blue, Blue-Green, Green, Violet and Grey . . . 1.00 airlines has shown a steady and continuous increase during the past 12 months. During the summer months a check-up on Transamerican Airlines showed that at least twenty-five per cent of all passengers were women. This is a very high percentage when we consider there are so many less business women than there are business men in occupations which require traveling." For a long time the air transport industry expended its money and energies in designing planes, building air' ports, developing service facilities and training personnel. About 60 million dollars was expended to set up this new air transport machine. But up until 1932 practically no money was spent to sell the services of the new industry to the public. However, the adver' tising appropriation has now won a position of some dignity and consequence in air transport budgets and this year ought to see a more liberal outpouring of money by all the airline companies. Some advertising managers insist that their money be spent during the so-called "bad months" of the year, i. e. January, February, March and December, and maybe this helps account for the growth of winter air traffic. Other airline officials prefer to spend most freely in the popular summer travel season. One incontrovertible fact remains withal, and that is that there is a huge untouched market for air traffic in this country. In 1931 the railroads of the U. S. carried 708,000,000 passengers. In the same year the airlines carried 369,074 passengers. The airlines still were able to operate their schedules successfully with their planes only half loaded, and they appreciate to the fullest degree how profitable their business will be in carrying nearly 100 per cent additional traffic at practically no additional expense. hel ena ru binstein 670 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE, CHICAGO Telephone Whitehall 4241 LONDON NEW YORK Apartment Homes at their best 2' 3 - 4 rooms completely fur' nished and fully equipped. Spa' cious rooms, ex tra pivot or roll beds: Complete Hotel Service. The Graemere Fronting Garfield Park Away from the work-a-day cares of the Loop ... a brief fifteen minute drive along Washington Blvd. . . . into the private driveway of a veri' table garden estate home overlook' ing Garfield Park. Entree into the warmth and color of a lovely home . . . the greetings of eager'to-please servants . . Home, gentlemen, Home! PARIS Fine elevators to favorite personal rooms . . . tastefully furnished . . . immaculately made up by efficient maids . . . every modern home con' venience . . . every service heartily performed . . . Home, gentlemen, Home! NEW 1933 RENTALS Restaurant In keeping with the tone of lovely Grae mere, its dinner rendezvous has taken hold. It is now recog nized as the finest on the West Side. The Graemere 3300 Washington Blvd. (Fronting Garfield Pk.) Telephone Van Buren 7 600 — Chicago, Illinois C. M.Ellis, Mgr. STUDY IN BLACK AND WHITE An Artist Paints His People's Playground (Continued from page 20) knows not of war debts.) sings of love and what it has done to her. She twitches a bill from signs of love and what it has done to her. She twitches a bill from our table in the most amazing and indescribable manner possible. She's just a slip of a girl. I happen to know she's eighteen and has three children. Their father is serving time in Sing Sing for shooting his wife. The little red head sends him money. Her song is appropriate. There is a tiny dance floor here and everyone manages to squeeze around. The bar in the back is lined with people, a millionaire rubbing elbows with a tap dancer he paid five dollars to see and the said dancer trying to borrow five from the bar tender. A Social Registrite is scribbling her phone number on the back of a menu card and the waiter is taking it back to a cadaverous individual with oiled hair. He is seated near the wall with three old women who are making a lot of noise over the selection of pancakes and sausage or another round of gin. ^/e "ease" out of here and come once more to the surface. There are at least ten little places dotted about where one can see things better left unseen for the price of a dollar or get delicious fried chicken with all the trimmings for seventy-five cents. We ought to be hungry — it's about five o'clock and all good people should really be in bed — but we're Harlemites for a night. Going down one of the blackest of the side streets, we drop in to* Gladys' place. Here Gladys of the double breasted Tuxedos, top hat and stick, queens it over the die-hards, the stay-up-all-nighters. Incidentally, Gladys has four or five Tux's — with pants — which she wears every night. In a weak moment Gladys confides that she had some lounge suits, too, but wears them only occasionally. She plays the piano and sings the bawdiest songs in a deep, whisky voice, wheeling around on the piano stool and punctuating them with an outstretched finger. Brisk waitresses scurry about with heaping plates of fried chicken and shoestring potatoes, banked on all sides with the lightest rolls ever tasted. I eat six, but then no one eats as I do. Gladys sings her famous Yale song, and that just about tops anything ever written or sung. If you can't take it, I wouldn't advise dropping in her place. All paths lead inevitably up the steps to the Radium Club, formerly the Lenox. Its the last stop and gathering The Chicagoan place for all of New York's night club habitues. Those who have entertained all night now come here to be entertained themselves. I ask one why she doesn't go home and go to bed and she answers me, "Why, when do we ever get a break? I want to have some fun myself once in a while. I've got all day to sleep." At the Radium you may see any celebrity in the world. The big noise in literature, art or the theatre may oblige you by stepping on your foot on that crowded dance floor. And amid plenty of teasers, banging on the table, and the clinking of glasses, the filing of carbonated water, old New York takes on that mellow state. Every one is your brother, your pal. You don't mind if the overturned bottle runs down your trouser leg or ruins that perfectly gorgeous creation. The ride home through Central Park compensates for everything. The sky is streaked with great blobs of orange and purple that seep through the treetops and spill off the roofs of Man hattan's tall grey buildings. That winding ride gives you courage when you face Jeeves or Parkins, or is it Suzanne? MASTER OF THE INN The Rise of Benjamin Bernie (Begin on page 17) mark and certain solemn asses among the economists are actually wondering if the supply of common stocks is going to run out. A month or so later and the Old Maestro's blonde hairs are standing on end. A week after that and he's penniless, absolutely cleaned out . Somehow he staggers back across the ocean, scrapes a band together and plays a few weeks at the Congress. Al Jolson, badly bent himself, wires a blessed $1500. The Michigan boulevardiers were still too stunned to dance In desperation Bernie packed his bag, and with a handful of the boys and his last bank-roll started for Hollywood and a smart new night joint, the Club Montmartre. The entrepreneurs of the Montmartre opened to a convention of sheriffs. For three weeks Bernie hung on, passing on the meagre pickings to the boys in his band, drawing no salary himself. In May, 1930, the Montmartre folded up, leaving Bernie broke and in debt. Nobody wanted bands or band leaders. Even the majestic Whiteman was playing opposite a graveyard somewhere on Chicago's South Side. Chevalier, like the hero of an Alger book, turned up with an offer of two weeks in his vaude ville company up and down the handsome Pacific coast. Bernie jumped at the chance and at the end of his jaunt was able to pay all of his outstanding debts. At this point, he tells you with shud ders, he made an all time low. His liabilities were nothing, but so were his assets. A band bum up to his ears in grief. I quote the Old Maestro. A wire out of Chicago from a budding young band syndicate made Bernie a modest offer to come into College Inn. It must be told that our hero, at this desperate juncture, didn't even have the money for choo-choo tickets. The ubiquitous Baker, at the time no tycoon, sold an odd accordion and crashed through with $200. The rest of the story you know yourself. ON TO THE SU With the New Florida Clubs By Gerry Swinehart FLORIDA'S sun, as everyone knows, shines brightly and with comfortable warmth the year 'round, but it was not until this winter that the smart set had opportunity to avail itself of full season Florida resort pleasures as early as November. The early season idea, plus a full panel of sports and social activities heralded as the most sparkling of many a season, are being accredited to a New York financier and engineer, and the whole story as we get it is as intriguing a tale as we have heard in many a day We are told that the gentleman in question is none other than Mr. Henry L. Doherty, who became interested in Florida and its future as the great American playground a little more than a year ago. His present leadership is owing to the fact that he has acquired the Miami Biltmore Hotel at Coral Gables, conceived, organized and become president of the new Florida Year-Round Clubs, and has also become Protect your health Prices range from $249:- over-dry, indoor air is a menace .... OUR INDOOR WINTER air is too dry for good health. It draws moisture from the body, crumples re sistance to colds, injures com plexions and irritates nervous systems. It wastes fuel. It even warps doors and furniture. Properly humidified (mois tened) indoor winter air is cheap health insurance. Get a Gilbert Electric Humidifier to revitalize office or home air with the proper amount of moisture. It distributes unheated vapor (not steam) throughout the room. Protects health, increases comfort. Pay Monthly on your light bill COMMONWEALTH EDISON ELECTRIC SHOPS Downtown — 72 W. Adams St. and Branches All Phones: RANdolph 1200— Local 1242 To all purchases made on the deferred payment plan, a carrying charge is aaded. FEDERAL COUPONS GIVEN (34ICAGQAN 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN: Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature).. (Wew address).... (Old address) January, 1933 Do not forego the pleasure of stopping at the Sherry-Netherland, even on short New York trips. Enjoy its pleasant residential quality . . . the tranquil and beautiful surroundings . . . the feeling of being a part of smartest New York. By the day . . . AT THE SHERRY- NETHERLAND 1933 rates -!- Single and double rooms. Suites, apart ments. Several attractive rooms for the smaller, smarter parties, luncheons, dinners, bridge, dances. Fifth Ave. at 59th Street, on Central Park, New York. TRUSTEE'S SALE entire stock of Wm. H. Jackson Company ESTABLISHED 1827 318 N. MICHIGAN AVENUE Authentic antique Mantels, in stone and marble, also reproduc tions of masterpieces still to be found in famous homes in Eng land, France and Italy. Andirons Fire tools Fire screens Lamps Smoker sets Art Objects Garden Furniture all being sold at discounts from 50cf0 to 70% off of former prices financially interested in the swanky Roney Plaza Hotel at Miami Beach. Mr. Doherty, we understand, is one who likes to practice what he preaches. Not long ago, after a tour of Florida in an aerocar, or de luxe automobile trailer, the design of which he personally super- vised— it has, among many things, a collapsible shower bath, complete kitchen equipment, plus a pair of observation compartments — after his tour he announced that he thought Florida should open its winter season many weeks in advance of former dates, in order to focus the eyes of the social and sports world on the sub-tropical playground. Ergo, he opened the Miami Biltmore for a seventeen-week season on November 23 rd, more than six weeks earlier than formerly, and, after arranging a tremendous program for the Year-Round Clubs, launched activities there late in November also. Meantime, the Roney Plaza opened on December 10th. This hotel continues under the direction of Mr. N. B. T. Roney, its president. Further to emphasize the early opening, Mr. Doherty, his aides tell us, actually announced a winter program so all- inclusive that virtually every sport is represented on a schedule spaced so that only a day or so will mark the interval between events. It was announced that this program, being presented under the auspices of the Florida Year-Round Clubs, is costing nearly a quarter of a million dollars. Festivities began November 27th, 28th and 29th, when Gene Sarazen, United States and British Open Champion, defended his Miami Biltmore Open golf title against a brilliant field. Prize money of $10,000 making the Biltmore Open the richest in the world, was divided among the winning professionals, while the simon-pures contended for the huge Henry L. Doherty Cup. The Open was the first of a long series of events on the Miami winter schedule. Other early features included a fashion show at the Miami Biltmore, a national anglers' championship at the Key Largo Anglers' Club, a national Olympic stars aquatic meet, December 29th, 30th and 31st, and a gala New Year's Eve Ball at the Miami Bilt more. Besides, the new and chic Key Largo Anglers' Club, the Florida Year-Round Clubs include the Miami Biltmore Country Club, over which the big Open was played and the scene of more than a dozen other golf competitions which have been scheduled, and the exclusive Roney Plaza Cabana Sun Club at Miami Beach. In Florida, linking the various units of this vast resort scheme, is a $100,000 fleet of aerocars similar to the one in which Mr. Doherty toured the state, and a five-place autogiro to wing guests between the two hotels and the three clubs. THIRTEEN AGAINST FATE A Symphony in Superstition (Begin on page 21) "Unlucky Lou." a horse shoe to signalize order as all across the table. Strotz : I rise to state that every man Who sits beside this table Has broken all the laws of luck As fast as he was able. For thirteen days we've dared the Fates, We thirteen men who sit Around this board. Not one of us Has suffered ought for it. And just to prove that I am right, A poll must now be taken From each and every one of you Who has beliefs forsaken. Come, Charter Member Morton, now What have you done to try The patience that the Fates may show, And evil luck defy? Boyden: (rising) Don't call on Member Morton for, As sure as hops and malt, He'll tell about the wife of Lot And how she turned to salt. Leverone : I quite agree with Boyden's plea; President Strotz pounds with members solemnly shake hands 52 The Chicagoan We came here just for fun, So, Mr. Chairmen, why not call Upon our friend "Duke" Dunne. Strotz : (pounding for order with horse shoe) The "Duke" is too judicious To be very superstitious, So I'll call upon a member That I know you all remember. I refer to J. Clarke Coit Who is known as most adroit When it comes to making puns On radios and guns! Boyden: (jumping up) Friends, we came to eat and drink and not to hear some speeches, So let us do away with talk and learn what good food teaches! In case you wish to know, 'tis this: "Good victuals stop the chatter — " Morton : (aroused from slumber) Now, what in hell's the matter? Enter Three Reporters, chanting: We got the Scotch, we got the Scotch, We are we happy now! We'll tell the City Editor The party was a wow! Exit Three Reporters, out of step : Strotz : As I was saying, gentlemen, this meeting must convene, For Bailey, Rice and Leverone and all who make thirteen Have tempted Fate in all her moods and knows she is not mean — ¦ Powers: (in loud aside) I think it's quite propitious, Since we are not superstitious, That we further dare the Fates By breaking up the plates! Members in chorus: And all the mirrors, too! Sure, that's the thing to do! Strotz : (pounding for order) Alright, alright, alright! Why yell with all your might? But e'er we close the meeting We must compose a greeting To every man who thinks He cannot fool the Jinx. Aldis: (interrupting) The chair will please excuse, But I can't somehow enthuse. Rice: (jumping up) You can't employ that word! "Enthuse" was never heard Within the best society. Why, you defy propriety! Triner : (in weary tone) I move that we adjourn I do not give a durn — Sammons: You've heard the move. I second the motion. Do I hear A fellow member calling For another glass of beer? Enter Three Reporters, chanting : Did you say beer, did you say beer? What do you have to bring us cheer? Judge "Duke" Dunne : (in judicial manner) I shall now propose a toast: To the Devil, may he roast! And if that is not enough To call old Satan's bluff Then I shall break this glass, And may bad luck come to pass! ALL Members together as they rise, drink toast and break glasses: We hope we've entertained you and that we haven't pained you As we dared the Fates to harm us in this play We've had our fingers crossed so our luck was never lost As we disregarded omens day by day. Curtain WE'RE SORRY YOIJ COULDN'T GET TWIGUETS 0WYOC CAN- Peek Frean's amaz ing TWIGLETS are now arriving every week by fast Trans atlantic liners. We underestimated the overwhelming demand, that's why so many people were unable to get TWIG LETS at first. Today you'll find them at better grocery and delicatessen stores almost everywhere. TWIGLETS are perfect with cocktails. Get a tin right away. They're not expensive. T^ -^ GENUINE ENGLISH Peek Frean's g^cum S3 2 1 0 EAST PEARSON 5 ROOMS— 2 BATHS 6 ROOMS— 3 BATHS at surprisingly low prices The lobby done by a well-known interior decorator is characteristic of the tone of the entire building. The arrangement of the apartments with all their modern equipment will please the most exacting woman — the newly established rates will please the most practical man. Manager at Building Phone: DELaware 2702 Cochran & McCluer Co. 40 N. DEARBORN ST. CENTRAL 0930 January, 1933 53 Shoreland Parties are stylish parties^ — always] Style is the making of your patty. Simple or lavish — formal or informal — the individuality that you so much desire can be expressed solely through style. Hotel Shoreland — the accepted center of social activity — pro vides not only a variety of smart settings for your private party — but offers the experience and co operation of a perfected staff to work with you, to create ideas that will assure you a party of recognized style. Your guests will enthusiastically approve, for it will be a party stylish beyond the price you are asked to pay! HOTEL SHORELAND Chicago's Foremost Place to Live Chicago's Foremost Place to Dine 55th Street at the Lake 'Phone Plata 1000 CASTLE STATE at MADISON Home of Unusual Motion Pictures Offers To Discriminating Theatregoers LAST FEW DAYS WILLIAMSON'S "LOST WORLD BENEATH THE SEA" NEXT ATTRACTION Soviet Russia's latest talkie "MEN AND JOBS" The Human Drama of How the 5 -Year Plan Was Completed. An Amkino Production English and Russian dialogue IN AN ENGLISH DINING ROOM WHICH CARRIES OUT THE DIGNITY AND RICHNESS OF THE MORE FORMAL SETTINGS OF EARLY ENGLAND, SILVER CANDLESTICKS AND CENTERPIECE HARMONIZE WITH THE GRACEFUL STRENGTH OF FLATWARE IN THE MARY II PATTERN. PHOTOGRAPH FROM ROGERS, LUNT 6? BOWLEN. VERVE AT TABLE The Subtleties of Flavor By The Hostess ONCE in perhaps a hundred cooks you may happen upon a treasure who adds a dash of inspiration to her dishes, but too many of them are just excellent cooks. And a just excellent cook can become terribly boring. You employ, you dine on a quite perfect meal, you sigh with relief. But after a few weeks you notice an underlying sameness about all the meats, a flatness in the salads, a sense of boredom creeps over the table. The time has come, not to discharge the cook, but to charge into the kitchen, examine the supply cabinets, and suggest a dash of this, a pinch of that, as you order various dishes. The quality of a single spice, even though just a pinch is used, may transform a dish; a shift jn accompaniments to the main dish adds a new verve to the table; an occasional introduction of the rare and exotic — these are the things that make! for hostess fame. Anyone with a touch of epicureanism can have a wonderful time browsing about the shops and collecting gems here and there. A delightful browsing spot is Field's Colonial Food Shop on the res taurant floor. I could spend hours hovering over the special group of cabinets which are lined with Fortnum and Mason specialties. There are rare condiments — you may use them only occasionally but those times will be occasions with a capital — and sauces and special soups and tins of things which have been famous for centuries among the English bloods. No knowing hostess should be without their mushroom ketchup and walnut ketchup, which are incomparable accompaniments to the roast beef of old England. Here, too, you find their other typically English items — ¦ Cooper's Horseradish Cream, very fresh and very tangy, and every necessity for genuine curry. A well-known explorer in New York builds an annual dinner for his fellow explorers about an enormous bowl of honest-to-goodness curry and famous men have been known to travel hundreds of miles to attend. The companionship attracts, of course, but the curry has a large share in the event and I have heard them gloating over it weeks in advance and weeks after. Curry is quite simply produced but it just isn't curry unless the ingredients are authentic. Fortnum and Mason's curry powder is imported from India and is as authentic as Mahatma Gandhi. There &L 9tew Cyocfi 9Liel A A A A icwi ? ? ? * Located just a lev steps from Fifth, Ave. Exquisitely furnished . . .for transient and permanent residence. The ^Madison restau rant has justly earned an international repu tation for its food and courteous service. At our readjusted tariff Economy Becomes Smart Socially RATES Oingle Irom . . . $5 Double Irom . $7 ouites Irom, . . $10 Circulating ice water in every bathroom 15 EAST 58th STREET at Madison Ave., New York BERTRAM WEAL, Managing Director agnes fashi on service until February 1 5th special feature three garments refashioned for the price of two. Individual style interpretations. Gowns custom- made, exquisite workmanship. DELAWARE 3953 109 EAST WALTON PLACE To Those who appreciate the the loyal devotion and good man- ners of a mongrel dog, we appeal. We want good homes for good dogs with real dog lovers. ORPHANS OF THE STORM Deerfield, Illinois 54 The Chicagoan HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER'S ORIENTAL BALLROOM What a room for your next party? DISTINCTIVE- A glorious big ballroom. A mar velous spring constructed dance floor with a center panel of glass illuminated by 2000 subdued multi-colored lights. Novel and unique dancing and seating ar rangements. Spot lights that pa rade all the colors of the rainbow —lighting effects that no other ballroom provides. ECONOMICAL- For dinner-dances, banquets, etc., attractive menus at most reason able rates with no extra rental charge. Menus submitted with out obligation. For dances, meet ings, etc., where no menu is re quired, rentals are surprisingly low. A perfect amplifying system carries t' e softest music, with all its sweetness of tone, to every corner of the room — and even a small orchestra can be given the power and "pep" of a large one. UNIQUE- Here is a room that will help you "put your party over". If you wish, seat your party on the glass panel and dance around them — or vice versa. Use the balcony for the Bridge players. Excellent cuisine. We offer our cooperation in creat ing new party ideas. WALTON PLACE JUST EAST OF MICHIGAN BLVD. Self Consciousness Overcome Katherine Whitney's method or eighteen years of success ful coaching Is unique and modem and the results are positive and immediate. Develop greater charm, per sonality, poise and popular- • ity. Improve your diction — vocabulary — conversation and public speaking. INFERIORITY COMPMCX MASTERED Katherine Whitney will be glad to personally explain her abilities to YOU— no obliga tion of course. Fees are extremely moderate. Private instruction. Katherine iWhitney Social Authority Edge water Beach Hote' Longbeach 6000 COUTHOUI FOR TICKETS FOR THE HOSTESS WHO HAS CHOSEN TO CARRY OUT HER DINING ROOM IN THE SPANISH OR MEDITERRANEAN STYLE, THE GRANADO PATTERN IN TREASURE SILVER BY ROGERS, LUNT 6? BOWLEN IS ESPECIALLY SUITABLE IN FEELING AND LINE. are several varieties, each bringing the flavor of a different district of India. They also import the delicate Curry Prawns, Indian Poppa' dums, Bombay ducks, West Indian tamarinds, to make your curry dinner as famous as any explorer's. Also from India are the ten or more varieties of chutney and from other corners of the earth appear such deli' cacies as green turtle soup, shark fin soup, Indian guavas, Australian passion fruit, white wine vinegar for salads, and dozens of others to lend an exotic note to your state dinners. Not until I tasted a turkey dressing which included sage freshly picked and chopped did I realize what a difference there is between sage and sage. Fortnum and Mason's fine dried herbs have this same fresh quality and a bottle of their mint, their sage, their thyme and basil should be included in every cupboard. The Colonial Food Shop has, too, the French aromatic peppercorns and pepper grinders so that you can produce your own supply of freshly ground pepper as the finest French chefs do. oalads deserve a very special course of study. The olive oil must be first quality, the vinegar a good tarragon, white wine, or Burgogne. Heinz produces a very excellent tarragon, Fort' num and Mason and Escoffier both have the white wine vinegars, and Crosse and Blackwell have a malt vinegar flavored with tarragon which does noble service in salad blends. In the prepared dressings there is Henrici's Roquefort Cheese dressing, one of the smoothest blends of the cheese I have ever tasted. This may be used as is or thinned with French dressing and is splendid either way. To most epicures no French dressing is a dressing without its dash of garlic. This is achieved by rubbing the vessel in which it is mixed, by tossing in a bit of finely chopped garlic, or a piece of bread rubbed with garlic. If you have one of the polished wood salad bowls such as French chefs use, this, too, is rubbed and rubbed with garlic and nevaire washed. It is wiped out with a clean cloth and gradually gathers a .fine aroma which is indefinable but masterly. You will find, too, that a few drops or a teaspoon of Lea and Perrin's Worcestershire is splendid in both French dressing and mayonnaise. The average kitchen has its garlic, its onions and perhaps scaljions but the superior kitchen includes all the rest of the family. The better greengrocers sell little pots of chives which grow and grow and may be chopped almost endlessly. They are especially good in certain salads, in cottage cheese on tomatoes, in fish Smart, new ideas in hotel living! Discriminating people will immediately appreciate the new ideas in arrangements and appointments — the smart innovations and effective decorations in Hotel Pearson rooms, suites and complete housekeeping apartments. Here you will find a new degree of comfort — every desirable feature of a cultur ed hotel-home — a higher standard in hotel-living, with economies in rentals. The larger, more cheerful rooms and apartments will surprise you. Dining rooms — as spacious as in most pri vate homes. The distin guished beauty of the living rooms. Many other features that will delight you. Need we add — no hotel enjoys a better reputation? HOTEL PEARSO 1 90 East Pearson Street Superior 8200 millie b. oppenheimer a selling (or complete clearance Apparel for immediate wear at prices within the reach of everyone who appreciates fine clothes. Coats and Suits — with fur from $35.00 Evening Wraps from $15.00 Daytime woolen or sil\ Dresses from $10.00 Evening Dresses from $10.00 1300 north state January, 1933 55 AFTER BRIDGE A CUBE MAKES A CUP Delightfully refreshing Made from an old French recipe For free Recipe Book, address Mouquin, Inc., 219 East Illinois Street, Chicago. Superior 2615. "Repeat it with FLOWERS" Dan Cupid says: "Gardenias or orchids will surely win her heart on St. Valentine's Day." And after all that's what you want to do, isnt it? Artistic bouquets fleet service fair prices GeorqeWienhoebeK vT~~ 1 N C. 3}I><^ FlORIST 41 So. Wabash Avenue 28 No. Michigan Ave. Ran. 3700 Address THE HOSTESS Inquiries pertaining to the essentials of smart hospitality receive her personal consideration and immediate atteri' tion. The Chicagoan HALF PRICE OFFER! • 50c bottle Abbott's Bitters for 2oe! Clip coupon below A chance to get Abbott's Bitters below cost! Simply send 25c in stamps or coin and this famous tonic and appetizer will be mailed to you. Adds flavor to foods . . . that certain something to ginger ale! BITTERS C. W. Abbott Co. C-l I Baltimore, Md. j Send me full-size 50c bottle of Abbott's j Bitters for 25c enclosed. (Stamps or coin), j Name j Address I City S:ate J sauces and sprinkled in mashed potatoes. Shallots are the members of the onion family to use for delicate butter and lemon sauces on fish, oysters and shrimp. And leek for soups — no French housewife would be without it. The everyday onion, however, is used for onion soup which is smartly served in brown earthenware pots and perfect for a hungry drove which may descend upon you after a Sunday afternoon s skat ing or tobogganing. It used to -be one of those lengthy dishes to prepare but can be done just as well and very quickly with the aid of bouillon tablets. Four cups of hot water with four of Mouquin's French Bouillon tablets produce the same restful stock used by that restaurant in its heyday for its famous onion soup. Sprinkle a little flour on three sliced onions, brown them in a teaspoon of butter and add the boiling stock. When this has boiled it is ready to serve with rounds of toasted bread floating on its surface and a dish of grated cheese to sprinkle on top. Don't use just any cheese either; a rather strong flavor is required. Borden's grated Italian or Crosse and Blackwell's grated Parmesan are ideal for the purpose. Items OUR drink-of-the-month is a spicy affair, too. If the holiday mood hasn't worn off or if youM like to bring it back you might try a genial bowl of Spice Cups: IVl cups orange juice 1 cup pineapple juice 2 cups water 6 whole cloves Yl teaspoon grated nutmeg yz cup sugar Rind of 1 lemon 1 tablespoon strained honey Y2 teaspoon cinnamon 3 pints White Rock Pale Dry Ginger j/4 teaspoon allspice Ale (It's good this way or add your own stick.) Combine the orange juice, pineapple juice, water and sugar. Add the spices and flavorings. Then after it has been steeped a bit, strain, and add the ginger ale (and stick, for the holiday mood). Stir briskly and serve, in glasses or in the punchbowl. Add to your list of good-spotS'fbr'hurried-hostesses the Palmer House Food Shop. You can dash home with a pie or cake or torte that your guests will swear came right from the kitchen oven. Their coffee kuchen and schnecken are splendid for Sunday morning breakfasts and they have a nice assortment of crescent rolls, finger rolls and the like for luncheons. Right around the corner in the Palmer House is the New Orleans Shop where you can pick up the real thing in New Orleans pralines — melting discs of maple sugar crammed with pecans and something to make your Southern friends swoon with joy. VJn certain bitter days in winter something that will take you right back to school skating days is a steaming bowl of chile con came. It's a nice thing to have on hand for starving foraging parties. (Won' derful pick-me-up, too.) There are dozens of varieties on the market but the chile bricks or chile sausages seem to have a truer Mexican flavor than the tinned kinds. Armour's Star chile brick or Jones Dairy Farm chile sausage heated with water and added to a can of Heinz red kidney beans invariably produces cheers and cheers. \rV Ith fine linens and laces at their astounding prices this month there's hardly a linen closet that won't be augmented by beautiful pieces. To keep them beautiful it is essential to watch the laundry steps through which they go, to choose people who specialize in the handling of fine things. The Davies laundry has been patronized for years by very exact ing households and does such pieces carefully and painstakingly so that they remain a joy instead of a recurring irritation. 9 \\eadciuarten Connoisseurs of fine beverages want the very best. We are sole distributors for a carefully selected line of imported and domestic quality beverases. Gerolsteinen A natural. sparkling table water, bottled at Gerolstein, Germany. Schweppe'si From London. Club Soda. Ginger Ale. Dry Ginger Beer. Quinine Water. Lemon and Lime Squash. We can supply all popular bi delivered to your door same deliveries. Billy Baxter: Self-stirring beverages, Club Soda, Lime and Lemon Soda, Root Beer, Sarsaparilla and Ginger Ale. O'Keefe's: Dry Ginger Ale. Quality beverages. rands. Orders before 10 A.M. day. No charge for suburban OTTO SCHMIDT PRODUCTS CO. IMPORTERS I229 S.Wabash Ave. CALUMET 4230 The CHICAGOAN World s Fair Book THE CHICAGOAN is pleased to announce completion of arrange ments tor publication of The Chicagoan s World's Fair Book on June 1, 1933. A foretaste of the type of context distinguish ing the volume — which will be published inde pendently of the regu larly dated monthly is sues of the magazine — has been afforded read ers in the articles and pictures by Mr. Milton S. Mayer and Mr. A. George Miller in this and the two preceding numbers. A Century of Progress Exposition brings world attention to focus upon Chicago in 1933. The Chicagoan World's Fair Book will bring A Century of Progress Exposition to focus for contemporary Chic ago ans, for visiting thousands and for pos terity. Supplementary an nouncements pertain ing to contents and re lated details will ap pear in the February number. The CHICAGOAN 56 Thb Chicagoan * SfTlRRT mflRT bv flppoiriTmenT to her rrmjesTv the CHicflGOfln ART GALLERIES M. O'BRIEN & SON Established 1855 Announce an exhibition of paintings and etchings by Louis Icart January 10th to 25th. This is the first time that Mr. Icart's paintings have been shown in Chicago. 673 North Michigan Superior 2270 ANTIQUES THE OHM GALLERY Old Masters Paintings at Moderate Prices Modern Pictures - Antiques Collectors, please visit our collection ! 3 I Diana Court 540 N. Michigan Superior 7100 BOOKS Strange and Exotic Books WILLIAM TARC, Bookselle, 808 1/2 N. Clark St. CATERERS JOSEPH H. BIGGS 50 E. Huron Fine catering in all its branches. Estimates furnished for luncheons, dinners, weddings, musicals, afternoon teas, and all social functions. Superior 0900-0901 CATERING BY GAPER Provides the utmost in excellence of cui sine, distinguished appointments and flaw less service. JOHN B. GAPER CATERING CO. 161 E. Chicago Ave. Superior 8736 CORSETS THE CORSET HOSPITAL Rejuvenates old foundation garments — spe cializes in redesigning, cleaning and repair ing of any corsets. MRS. L. M. MAC PHERSON 15 E. Washington Street 609 Venetian Building Dearborn 6765 FURRIERS— CONTUNUED H. WALZER & CO. Fine Furs Since 1896 Cloth coat styling in furs — lines and fit that are different — our collection is new and exclusive. Priced at our usual low level. 215 N. Michigan Ave. GIFT SHOPS THE TREASURE TROVE Gifts of modern smartness. Many beau tiful and unusual pieces — Pottery — Brass — Glassware. Hand-made articles. Chil dren's novel playthings. Jig-saw puzzles for rent. Italian Leather goods. THE TREASURE TROVE 120 E. Oak St. Superior 9625 HEMSTITCHING Variety in styles of buttons made to your order at the WALTON HEMSTITCHING SHOP. Monogramming, pleating and embroidery. 64 E. Walton Place Superior 1071 INSTRUCTION The Chicago School of Sculpture VIOLA NORMAN, Director Small classes. Individual criticism. Life modeling. Abstract design; life drawing and architectural modeling. Saturday morn ing class for young people. Call Harrison 3216 — Catalogue on request 56 E. Congress St. The Hazel Sharp School of Dancing 25 E. Jackson Blvd. Kimball Bldg. DANCING Wabash 0305 H. C. HOWARD Stage Director Announces a new weekly dramatic class at reduced monthly rate. Also a weekly dra matic class for singers at a special monthly rate. THE H. C. HOWARD SCHOOL OF THE THEATER I 1 0 East Oak Street Superior 1704 FRENCH PASTRY MRS. M. L. CASSE FRENCH PASTRY Brioche Croissant 946'/2 Rush Street FURRIERS FURS BY DU CINE Restyle your discarded fur garments into fashionable new capes to wear with un- tnmmed suits and coats. DU CINE Importer and Manufacturer Diana Court 540 North Michigan Avenue Superior 9073 SCIENTIFIC SCHOOL OF LANGUAGES 540 N. Michigan Suite 31 — Diana Court French Italian German Spanish Call Superior 7100 for ; i FREE DEMONSTRATION LESSON INSTRUCTION-CONTINUED DRESS DESIGN AND STYLING Professional training or programs for Per sonal Use. French method freehand Cut ting — Draping, advanced Sewing projects, Sketching, Color, Ideas, Study of Style Trends, Merchandising. Vogue School of Fashion Art 1 1 6 S. Michigan Blvd. INTERIOR DECORATION Professional training for Business or Per sonal Use — Individual Advancement — Ar rangement, Color, Period and Contem porary Styles, Fabrics, Estimating and Rendering, Styling and Merchandising. Under personal supervision of RUTH WADE RAY Director of Vogue School 1 1 6 S. Michigan Blvd. JEWELERS AND SILVERSMITHS Makers of hand wrought jewelry, bracelets, pendants, rings, key chains, monogram jewelry, also objets d'art. Ten per cent reduction to Chicagoan readers. THE ART SILVER SHOP 61 E. Monroe St. THE ART METAL STUDIOS, INC. Suite 1900—17 N. State St. MINERAL WATERS BLOOD PRESSURE Doctors recommend MOUNTAIN VALLEY WATER 739 W. Jackson Blvd. Call Monroe 5460 MODERN DECORATION MODERN DECORATIVE ARTS SECESSION, LTD. I 1 6 E. Oak St. Telephone Whitehall 5733 Harold O. Warner Robert Switzer, Jr. MODISTE MME. ALLA RIPLEY Incorporated Semi-annual clearance sale. Dresses $25- $45. Suits $45-$75. Coats $50-$95. Hats $5.00. 622 Michigan Ave., So. Arcade Building Telephone Harrison 2675 OPTICIAN BOLL & LEWIS OPTICAL CO. "Designers of Fine Eyewear" "Where your Oculists' prescription for glasses is filled with scientific accuracy." Special designs for town and travel Suite 1820 8 So. Michigan Blvd. at Madison Telephone State 5710-5711 RENTAL LIBRARIES During the Fireside Months brighten your home with gleaming brass or glassware from The Treasure Trove. Study the art of interior decoration and invest your spare time in lessons from Ruth Wade Ray, director of Vogue School. Godair's Bridge Scoring Pads Designed and edited by E. M. Lagron, radio expert. 300 to 1200 piece picture puzzles. Rental library. Play the old-new fireside game — cribbage. JOSEPH J. GODAIR 1 0 East Division Street Delaware 8408 TOYS — GIFTS— NOVELTIES THE DEJA SHOP 1 104 No. Dearborn St. Unusual toys suitable for boys and girls of any age — -gifts that are cleverly hand-made — etchings and oriental prints that are hard to find elsewhere. You are always welcome to look around. An Extensive Lending Library- Superior 3571-4955 REFRIGERATION SERVICE All Makes of Electric Refrigerators Repaired, overhauled and maintained. Prompt, efficient service — reasonable rates. REFRIGERATION MAINTENANCE CORP. 365 E. Illinois St. All Phones — Superior 2085 RIDING APPAREL CORRECT RIDING APPAREL AND ACCESSORIES for Park Polo and Hunting Ready to wear and to your order M EU R I S SE 8 So. Michigan Dearborn 3364 RUGS Oriental and Domestic Rugs Cleaned and repaired. Super native work and proper care. Reasonable charges. CHERKEZIAN BROS. Importers of Antique and Modern Oriental Rugs 1 I 7 E. Oak St. Phone Superior 7116 SHOES Custom Made SLIPPERS AND HANDBAGS Created to Individual Order and Size Originals and Paris Copies By A ISTON Established London 1778 8 So. Michigan Central 4221 SPORTS WEAR ALICIA MARSHALL'S HAND KNITTED SUITS Quality and good taste at the right price 540 N. Michigan Ave. Superior 2799 STATIONERS Cards for announcement of any occasion, designed in our own studio and cannot be obtained elsewhere. Stationery, unusual printing, etc., copy prepared. LEONARD STUDIO 47 East Chicago Avenue Delaware 2112 WOMEN'S APPAREL FRANCES R. HALE 1660E. 55th St. Distinctive Clothes for the Woman and the Miss Mayfair Hotel at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 7910 January, 1933 57 .%*»«!* S.B.(Mmfou) running mate of the BREMEN and EURO PA sailing to the FEB* 4 ? $1 DAYS FIRST CLASS $6<>0 UP ? 21 PORTS TOURIST $*00 UP PICTURES OF BEAUTY AND COMFORT Madeira • Morocco • Spain • Algeria • Riviera • Italy • Tunisia • Syria Palestine • Egypt • Turkey • Greece • Venice • Malta • Sicily and a supplementary cruise of 12 days from Villefranche via Spain to Bremen Apply 130 West Randolph Street, Chicago, Illinois, Phone: Franklin 4130, or your local agent UtiXk HOTEL ST. REGIS FIFTH AVE • NEW YORK DAY-BY-DAY: Single rooms, Revised appropriately for longer stays Better than description are the pictures we send to guest inquiries, showing our luxurious suites and private rooms . . . our formal settings for receptions and parties . . . our smart restaurants... and our famous dance floor. Before you select a hotel for your next New York stay, write us for information, pictures. . . and see if you don't think we can make you comfortable and happy. . Double, $8, $9. Suites from $12 A Pair of HOMES "NEAR THE HEART OF EVERYTHING" The Parkshore Court • Suburban estate exclusiveness with im mediate accessibility to downtown Chicago and the 1933 Century of Progress Exposi tion make residence in either the Flamingo or the Parkshore particularly desirable. • Both of these splendid hotels are situated on the new Leif Ericson drive, overlooking Lake Michigan and Jackson Park. 'at home You'll find pride and pleasure in welcoming your friends into a home in either of these hotels. The atmosphere of elegance and refinement, evident on every hand, will reflect your personal appreciation of life's finer things. • le/ephones: FLAMINGO . . . Plaza 3800 PARKSHORE . . . Plaza 3100 Parkshore go^^*^ The Flamingo Atthe presentmoment rentals are at their lowest level. Now is an opportune time to decide upon your 1933 home. We invite your inspection of these fine hotels. LAM I A/CO 58 The Chicagoan YOUR New Apartment Home Beautifu 1263 Pratt Boulevard (Furnished and Unfurnished) 2-3-4 Rooms Rogers Park Luxuriously Furnished . . . All the warmth, tasteful color and artistic placement of furnishings and hang ings done by ranking interior dec orators. Unfurnished . . . Delightful room arrangement, spacious carpeted liv ing rooms, large dinettes, ultra modern kitchens, ample closet space. Phone: Briargate 0300. 1000 Loyola Avenue (Furnished in. I Unfurnished) 1-2-3 Rooms ? Rogers Park Nine stories of lovely lake view apartments . . . located right on the water's edge . . . with private beach. All apartments carpeted . . . light, gas, window washing included in rentals . . . extra pivot beds, showers. One block to "L". Phone: Sheldrake 6240. 1 337 Fargo Avenue (Unfurnished) 3-4-5 Rooms ? Rogers Park Like an Etching . . . For refined people desiring the utmost in home-making possibilities and near ness to the Lake ... All conven iences, including switchboard and elevator service. Phone: Briargate 6000. Is H ere Select Locations... ...Smart Appointments . . . Delightful Conveniences The Shoreham 3318 Sheridan Road ( Furnisheti) 1-2-3-4 Rooms ? Yacht Harbor Facing Lincoln Park and the Lake. Harboring a truly delightful home privacy combined with the com plete service of the smart hotel . . . Large, spacious apartments beautifully furnished . . . delightful dining room offering excellent table d'hote and also a la carte service at all hours. Bittersweet 6600. 1039 Hollywood Avenue (Furnished and Unfurnished) 2-3-4 Rooms Quiet, Residential Street. Finely ap pointed apartments with above the average furnishings and maid service. Unfurnished units with same high degree of service. Maid service available. Switchboard. 24 hour elevator service. l]/2 blks. to "L". Lon. 3037. OUR COST-FREE SERVICE On your request we sift out the really distinctive apartment homes in any section of the city and in any rental range. . . . Tell us the kind of apartment you are seeking and the approximate rental. Instantly over the telephone or within 24 hours an individual ized list of just such apartments will be in your hands. 3520 Sheridan Road (Unfurnished) 3-6 Rooms Belmont Harbor An address bespeaking quiet dig nity, culture and refinement . . . Every modern home convenience offered . . . Every service faithfully performed . . . Overlooking Lin coln Park and the Lake. Phone: Bittersweet 3722. 1400 Lake Shore Drive ( Unfurnished) 4-5-6 Rooms ? Gold Coast Smart Chicago's Town House . . . A fine home near the Loop, over looking the Lake, Lincoln Park Ex tension and beach . . . Tinted tile baths, showers, cedar-lined ward robes, cabinet radiators. Surpris ingly moderate rentals. Phone: Whitehall 4180. Hotel Orlando 2371 East 70th St. ( Furnished ) 1-4 Rooms ? South Shore Finely Furnished Pleasing room arrangement, completely furnished large rooms, ample closets, gas and light included. Full hotel service. Tea Room . . . One of South Shore's most delightful eating places . . . reasonably priced excellent foods. Phone: Plaza 3500. CENTRAL RENTAL SERVICE A TRUE PUBLIC SERVANT 69 W. WASHINGTON ST. DEARBORN 7740 NEW scries of Cadillac cars now appears, to express more deftly the modern mode, to interpret luxury in fuller terms, and to herald a new, a more brilliant, engineering excellence. Through more than three decades Cadillac has held steadfastly to high ideals of craftsmanship; and never have they found such illustrious expression as in the superb new creations which now bear the Cadillac crest. It is obvious, we believe, that no automobiles have ever before achieved, in such generous measure or in such high degree, the general perfection which is evident in everything these new Cadillacs are and do. For those who prize beauty, they offer fresh and vigorous styling; for those who thrill to performance, they offer stimulating speed and acceleration; and for those who seek relaxation and easy comfort, they offer motoring luxury in its finest, most restful form. With fullest confidence that they will earn your complete approval, Cadillac invites you to give your critical attention to every detail of the new V-8, V-12 and V-16— the last now limited in production to 400 cars for 1933. CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY - - Division of General Motors On Display During Automobile Week at The Coliseum Gen|ral Mot°rs Show Stevens Hotel CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY Chicago Branch: 2301 South Michigan Avenue