March, 1934 Price 25 Cents *fhe HOLLYWOOD OFF THE SET- BY TERRY RAMSAYE 1934 GOLF PROSPECTS-BY JOHN E. LEHMAN THE SHOW LEFT TOWN- BY WILLIAM C. BOYDEN GOOD BEER FOR GOOD FELLOWS H JL AOME from the ride to the cozy warmth of the cabin ... a crackling log of flame and gold . . . good fellows . . . good beer . . . Pabst Blue Ribbon. Its full-bodied vigor and vibrant full strength are rel ished in town and country, wherever men and women work hard, play hard, and live life to the full. Blue Ribbon Beer responds to their most exacting demands. It will satisfy you too— completely. PABST BLUE RIBBON BEER Hear Ben Berrtie on the Pabst Blue Ribbon Program every Tuesday Night. NBC Red Network © 1934, Premier- Pabst Corp. from the ANNUAL SALE OF STERLING SILVER Cocktails and candlelight . . . smart accessories in silver glisten hospitably. For sophisticated people new ideas, new designs in sil ver make their debut in Field's Annual Sale of Sterling Silver. This year introduces a distinguished collection that's smartly individual . . .with prices, too, so delightfully small you'll choose several pieces besides the ones you'd planned, wisely keeping in mind your list of Spring brides. In the collection are: Tea and Coffee Sets, Candle Sticks, Vases, Coaster Sets, Compotes, Bowls, Sandwich Plates, Demi-tasses, Cream and Sugar Sets, Bread and Butter Plates, Water Pitchers, Service Plates, Parfait Cups, and scores of other pieces. The Silver Room, First Floor, Wabash MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY Contents for MARCH IN THE MARCH MODE, by Burnham C. Curtis 1 A MODERN ESCUTCHEON, by Sandor 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 EDITORIAL COMMENT— ANNIVERSARY 11 CHICAGOANA, by Donald Campbell Plant -.- 13 THE WATER TOWER, by A. George Miller 16 A SHORT NOVELETTE, by William C. Boyden 17 ANNA MAY WONG— SOCIAL LEADER, a Portrait 20 HOLLYWOOD OFF THE SET, by Terry Ramsaye 21 RAIMENT ROYALTY, Portraits in Costume 23 BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DATES, by Nicholas N. Plarr .... 24 GOLF PREVIEW, by John E. Lehman 25 A NEW DEAL IN POLO, by Jack McDonald 26 BEACON, by A. George Miller 27 JUNE O'DEA, a Portrait 28 AMATEUR NIGHTS, by WiUiam C. Boyden 29 OPERA IN THE BLACK, by Karleton Hackett 30 LILY PONS, a Portrait 31 ADJACENT PARADISE, by Willard D. Plant 32 SPORTS DIAL 34 SPRING CHILLS AND FEVER, by Kenneth D. Fry 35 MENSWEAR 36 MY BIRTHDAY, by Edward Everett Altrock 37 FEMININE FASHIONS 38-39 THE MARCH OF STYLES 40 FASHION TRENDS, by Mrs. Ford Carter 41 SPRING IS IN THE HAIR 42 COIF CONSCIOUSNESS, by Lillian M. Cook. 43 INTERIOR DECORATING, by Kathryn E. Ritchie 47 TO READ OR NOT TO READ, by Marjorie Kaye 49 CINEMA IN ERMINE, by William R. Weaver 54 NEWS DEPARTMENT, by Neil O'Brien 56 HNANCIAL COLUMN, by Jack Diamond 57 OLD STUFF, by Alexis J. Colman 62 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Patrick McHugh 70 SANDOR RESUMES HIS SERIES OF MODERN ESCUTCHEONS WITH A SUGGESTION FOR HIS EMINENCE GEORGE CARDINAL MUNDELEIN THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. 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Albert Keller, President The Ritz - Carlton of Boston under the same management ** & mflDison av£ AT 46th ST STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., Matinees Wednesday and Saturday unless otherwise indicated.) Drama THE CURTAIN RISES— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Not too original but withal rather pleasant Cinderella sort of comedy with Louise Sroody and Donald Foster. ELIZABETH SLEEPS OUT— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2790. Leslie Howard's comedy which, a few years ago, was named "Murray Hill." TEN MINUTE ALIBI— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2561. Third Ameri can Theatre Society play about a barrister who dreamed a murder and then carried it out. THE MAD LOVER— Punch & Judy, 64 E. Van Buren. Webster 2323. Ray mond Hackett heads the cast in a play about Lord Byron. Musical HOLD YOUR HORSES— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Joe Cook and a lot of his mechanical mania, recommended espe cially to fanciers of Cookiana. STEP AHEAD — Mandel Hall, The University of Chicago. The ninth annual Mirror revue — skits, dance and song and a lot of fun. March 2 and 3. CINEMA PALOOKA — Jimmy Durante, Stuart Erwin, Lupe Velez and Marjorre Ram- beau in the fastest, funniest and finest of all the fight ring comedies, including Chaplin's. (Don't miss it.) CATHERINE THE GREAT— Elizabeth Bergner and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., in a sumptuously staged and wholly satisfactory treatment of Catherine's early years. (See it.) QUEEN CHRISTINA— The inflexible Garbo and poor old John Gilbert in piffling performances against a superb setting. (Never mind.) ESKIMO — A tremendously informative and interesting depiction of life and what passes for love among the Eskimaux. (Catch it.) MAN OF TWO WORLDS— A tremendously disappointing counterfeit of the production named above. (Skip it.) NANA — A consummately staged introduction for the beautiful and well advertised Anna Sten; a story that only her mother could love. (Look her over.) BELOVED — John Boles sings his extremely engaging way through seventy years of war, love and music. (Hear it.) MANDALAY — Eye-swaying Kay Francis, sleek Warner Oland and venom ous Ricardo Cortez in a gaudy and improbable story of sin among the Orientals. (Wait for her next one.) THE LAST ROUND-UP — First of Zane Grey's cow operas to come down town in years, and probably the last. (Tune in Ed Wynn.) THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN— Lionel Barrymore, Fay Bainter and Mae Clarke in a fetching bit of homespun drama. (Go.) MADAME SPY — Fay Wray, Nils Asther, Noah Beery and other warlike actors in a glittering, scrambled story about spies and so on. (You get better war pictures with your daily papers.) ALL OF ME — Miriam Hopkins, Fredric March, George Raft and Helen Mack in a severely censored and probably never very good yarn about convicts and what to do about them. (Don't.) ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN— Lee Tracy and Sally Blaine in a somewhat lesser chapter of the chatter star's newspaper sequence. (Lee is always worth the money.) MISS FANE'S BABY IS STOLEN— The incomparable Dorothea Wieck and competent Alice Brady in an extremely ill-advised treatment of the kid nap theme. (Shun it.) GALLANT LADy — Ann Harding, Clive Brook and Otto Kruger in East Lynne incognito. (No.) LET'S FALL IN LOVE — Ann S'othern steals from Edmund Lowe, Gregory Ratoff and half the actors in Hollywood, a so-so drama of the studios. (yes.) AS HUSBANDS GO— Warner Baxter, Helen Vinson, Warner Oland and Huntly Gordon, Jr., talk each other and a moderately interesting do mestic comedy-drama to the point of death. (Start Anthony Adverse.) FUGITIVE LOVERS— Robert Montgomery, Madge Evans, Ted Healy and assorted passengers in cross-country melodrama on and off a bus. (If you think you're in hard luck.) TABLES Dusk Till Dawn CHEZ PAREE— Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. One of the handsomest night spots in Town and certainly one of the best floorshows. Henry Busse and his orchestra play. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The goodole Byfield Basement with Frankie Masters and his band playing nightly. There is some superior entertainment. Wednesdays are Notable Nights. EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. Smart dinner-and- supper room, beautifully decorated and lighted; Rosita and Ramon and the Twelve Abbott Dancers head the entertainment, and Richard Cole and his Empire orchestra play. TERRACE GARDEN — Morrison Hotel. Franklin 9600. The splendid new tropical garden with palm trees, coconuts and beautiful lighting. Clyde Lucas and his orchestra play and Romo Vincent is M. C. RAINBO GARDEN— Clark at Lawrence. Longbeach 2210. Jules Stein and his orchestra and a swell floorshow. OPERA CLUB— 18 W. Walton. Superior 6907. Tom Gentry and his orchestra play; superior floor entertainment. \\ J he JVew Spring KNITS // The knitted frock or suit de serves a niche of its own in your new wardrobe, for it supplies the warmth to combat blustery March winds, yet its fresh, clear colors definitely say "spring." Our new lacey boucles with their frilly sweat ers and hand-knit look would be perfectly at home in a tea- time group, and the woolly three-piece suits with gay young jackets and whimsical necklines can be worn for everything from early morning sports right through to dinner. *19-75 to *2975 SPORTS SALON First Floor Stanley I&orshak BlackstoneShop • • • 669 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE The Chicagoan PACKARD'S greatest Invention has never been patented Today, Packard looks back on more than a third of a century of progress. It is America's oldest and largest fine car maker. As such, it has doubtless contributed more improvements to the motor car than any other single manufacturer. It is respon sible for more than a thousand separate inventions, many of them used today by every motor car maker. But Packard's greatest creation has never been patented. Nor has it ever been shared with any other car. It is the identifying lines which packard gave to its cars 29 years ago. These lines have distinguished Packards ever since. They have given Packard the most famous motor car identity in all the world. This distinctive personality is one more reason why Packard today has the largest fine car clientele in America — and why its clientele abroad is larger than that of all other American fine car makers combined. The new 1934 Packards are the greatest Packards ever built. They have obtained nearly one-half of the country's fine car business since their announcement. They offer to the motorist everything that could contribute to his comfort and convenience. And they continue to offer that something else which no other motor car can offer — something that distinguishes Packard from all other cars — the famous Packard lines. "Ask the man who owns one" about these cars. Then phone a Packard man to bring one to your home. Drive it — compare it. Very soon after that, we believe you yourself will be a "man who owns one." HI ¦ tlfflfjj ¦• m ¦ '-Wf- vmK^m"""' 5 ^^^m 19 34 19 3 3 m I m m ¦ pn» IBS) 19 3 2 19 3 1 19 3 0 March, 1934 7 The WORLD'S FAIR C D. Wagstaff & Co. Landscape Architects DESIGN — CONSTRUCTION EVANSTON - CHICAGO Or YOUR HOME GARDEN JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Beautiful sup per room and a rendezvous of very smart people. Carlos Molina and his orchestra play. Excellent entertainment. SOLD COAST ROOM— The Drake. Superior 2200. Earl Burtnett and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Pierre Nuyttens presents delightful entertainment. WALNUT ROOM— Bismarck Hotel. Central 0123. Maestro Ted Weems and his orchestra and entertainment. ORIENTAL GARDENS— 23 W. Randolph. State 4596. Dan Russo and his Orioles play and Peggy Forbes is featured. STEAMSHIP OLLIE— 1712 E. 71st. Dorchester 5250. Art Fisher and his Crew play; Henriques and Adrienne, international dance team, head the floorshow. Nautical atmosphere. BLACKHAWK— Wabash at Randolph. Hal Kemp and his orchestra play; Earl Rickard heads the floorshow. Luncheon — Dinner — Later HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0840. Corned beef and cabbage and other good old American dishes. THE VERA MEGOWEN RESTAURANT— 501 Davis, Evanston. A smart dining spot where Evanstonians and north siders like to meet and eat. LE PETIT GOURMET— 619 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. Delicious food thoughtfully served in the warmth of wood-burning fire places. BUDWEISER GRILL— 336 N. Michigan. State 1314. Sensational new restaurant comprising four floors; handsomely decorated. CASA DE ALEX — 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Fine foods and Spanish atmosphere. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! MRS. SHINTANI'S— 3725 Lake Park. Oakland 2775. Interesting Japanese restaurant specializing in native suki-yaki dinners. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. Famous old establishment unsurpassed in service of seafoods. (Turn to page 73) Mfchigan Avenue, at Erie Street Suits Head the Fashion Parade | This Spring Swagger Tweeds Have) ' Ranking Place Spring may be long in coming, but! the fashion-minded woman is already f looking at tailored suits with a pur- 1 poseful glint in her eye. Paris re-1 ports and authentic fashion findings! everywhere have trained her to recog- 1 nize them as absolute leaders fori spring. And seeing is believing that! in tailored suits it is tweed that in- 1 •trigues her most. I The woman of taste will have noth- 1 ing to do with dull, indifferent! tweeds. But insists on tweeds rich! and declarative in themselves; tweeds i as eloquent as Schiaparelli styling,! that could even convert drab flannel! into something to shout about. f Tweeds like these are specialties in ! the new Suit Shop at The Tailored I Woman at 650 N. Michigan avenue, I English, Scotch, Irish, Huddersfield I and Harris tweeds — checks, plaids I. and herringbones — are descriptives f that conjure up pictures of free- 1 swinging jackets and skirts cut with I a true couturier knack. In addition, I beautiful, careful workmanship sets | The Tailored Woman suit apart. | The dashing figure illustrated is wearing i a Schiaparelli suit of monotone tweed with •¦ mustard yellow blouse accenting- its rich : brown . . . $59.50. The hat is the Knox i Fifth-avenue Felt, a hat that stays in style and wears almost forever . . $7.50. Both ¦may be purchased at The Tailored Woman, 'i If neglect, improper care or an unhealthy scalp is causing your hair to become thin and lifeless, or if baldness has already re sulted, the correction of your abnormal hair and scalp condi tion is assured thru the individu ate analysis and administration of LOCKEFER TREATMENT— the most advanced treatment known to science — distinctive for its unparalleled success in the treatment of accepted cases. Consultation without Charge F. V. LOCKEFER HAIR AND SCALP SPECIALIST Suite 701, Marshall Field Annex Bids. 25E. Washington St. Hours 10 A.M. to8 P.M. ELLEN FRENCH is known for the cor dial welcome she extends to all visitors in her lovely shop. Come in this new season! Wool Suits from $25 Ellen Jrench 662 N. Michigan Avenue Individualized Service in beading spangling, pleating, hemstitch ing, monograming, embroidering, but ton and buckle cov ering. Beads and embroi dery materials. THE ANNEX PLEATING & BUTTON SHOP SUITE 103S M. F. ANNEX CENTRAL 0358 The Chicagoan K ye ask for the best, they'll gie ye Stmb^ JfTacnaF . Scotland's Best . . . Bottled in Scotland I. LEAVITT & SONS, INC., 714 LIBERTY ST., CHICAGO, ILL. Sole Importers . STUART BRITON & CO., INC. ... FORTY WALL STREET . NEW YORK CITY March, 1934 9 BY MARTHA WEATHERED OF THE DRAKE FROM MISS WEATHERED'S MISSES SHOP COLLECTION 950 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. 10 The Chicagoan EDITORIAL A Kl Kl I \/ F P Q A P V IT IS not in us to invest with /AININI V ClXjAMxT : show of deep historical import the plain calendar fact that The Chicagoan begins its eighth year this month. We are not vain about the part we like to believe we have had in making Chicago a better, livelier, more interesting place to live in than it was on March 25, 1927. Neither are we inordi- nately modest on the point. It is merely that we prefer to leave that kind of thing to the rougher and readier decision of those gratifyihgly numerous friends and disappointingly few but fervent enemies who have elected to accord us interested attention. Their decision is official, anyway, wherefore we report it flatteringly favorable as of even date and thank all hands. Still, anniversaries are birthdays, and so it came to pass that we found ourself closeted with Mr. Plant, the other surviving member of the original Chicagoan cast, discussing the seven lean years and the seven fat years (both were both, we decided) that have elapsed since the hirsute gentleman depicted below commenced his imperturbable inspection of the Town. Deaths and depressions disposed of, scoops boasted of or laughed off, we came at length to the personal equation. If we had doubted that our millions of words and acres of pictures had made their impress upon the life of the community, which we hadn't, here was abundant proof. Chicagoan alumni are every where, carrying on in the full flower of the maternal tradition. To name a brilliant few: Charles Collins continues in The Chicago Tribune his fine, faith' ful ministrations to the theatre and its public. A few floors away, Francis C. Coughlin imparts coherence and wit to the windy nothings of WGN. John McGrath performs a no less prodigious miracle in the stuffy columns of The V/all Street Journal, while Gene Markey, making a clean sweep of this Houdini business, has successfully intro duced the King's English into talking pictures over the dead bodies of a million actors. Lucia Lewis is busily unfolding to stay-at-homes who read The Chicago Daily K[ews her bright little, right little stories of travel to far places. Robert Pollak's crisp musical criticism makes Sunday a brighter day for readers of The Daily Times and Mark Turbyfiirs tributes to Terpsichore are making Herald' Examiner readers dance conscious. (We mention Milton S. Mayer's Touhy stories in The Evening American merely by way of completing local coverage; Milton's not an alumnus, only on Sabbatical leave.) We have an idea that charter subscribers present will feel as good as we do about all this. The advance of civilization has ever been by infiltration. Give us seven more years and, while we can't think offhand of a* staff member we could be persuaded to part with, it is in the nature of things that we'll have the lay press, mayhap even the microphone and camera, in competent hands. If, by that means, we shall have deprived the Town of need for a literate magazine, we'll go pictorial and develop a crop of successors to Colonel McCormick's Carey Orr. CWCAGOAN Announcement NOTIFICATION of change in subscriber address may be filed on or before the Tenth of the month with full assurance of receiving sue cessive issues of the magazine without interruption. In all such notifications, former as well as future address should be given. Wh m f\ Wf X$L Wk) w| < /^! mM « All right now, boys, the 'Star Spangled Banner'; and if nobody can stand up we go home! Chicagoana Notes and Comments About the Town and Environs Collected by Donald Campbell Plant WE have had this thing called Repeal for nearly four months, and by Spring the higher pointage beer and ale ought to be as good as they used to be, perhaps better — modern equipment and so on. The boys who were in the liquor racket have turned to other things,, and now the Government has turned out their own G-men who were also in the liquor racket. Speakeasies have gone out of business or gone legit.; bartenders have rejoined the union. From what we've seen and heard, drunkenness is on the decline; people are undoubtedly drinking as much, probably more, but not at one sitting. And people seem to be happier about things in general; more Bronx cocktails and fewer cheers. Probably it all proves something. *Way Back When T> ACK in the middle of the Prohibition Era when conditions everywhere were so bad that Belle Livingstone was threaten ing to organise an expedition to explore Darkest America, Jo Davidson, the sculp tor, smuggled a half dozen bottles of rare, and real, Napoleon brandy, bottled in 1809, to Joe Hamilton, local advertising man, as a token of his esteem and affection. Mr. Hamilton promptly incarcerated the magic fluid within a stout cubicle properly safe guarded by a tremendous padlock. Occa sionally when a friend dropped in at his apartment he would exhume a dusty bottle and display it proudly. But not once did a cork get molested. Clarence Darrow, the barrister, was one of the privileged few who even saw the bottles. After feasting his eyes on every wisp of cobweb and every speck of French dust, he drawled in a thirsty, hopeful voice: "When are you going to open them, Joe?" "Pm going to save these," Hamilton re plied with determination, "for a wedding or a great occasion." "It seems to me," Darrow said wistfully, "that just opening one of them would be a great occasion." Chevrolet Sign Jp.OR some reason or other this Town of ours is always being the location of something or other that is the biggest in the world. The newest B. in the W. to come here is the sign now being erected at the foot of Randolph Street for the Chevrolet Motor Company. One of our operatives cruised around and collected some facts about the sign, and our statistical department translated them. The framework of the sign is being built of structural steel. When it is all as sembled, there will be three hundred twenty tons of it. If this steel were to be changed into railroad railing and laid down into track, it would reach from the Mich igan Avenue Bridge up to the Edgewater Beach Hotel. The framework will be held together by something like one thousand bolts and ten thousand rivets. Driving ten thousand rivets is supposed to cause as many headaches as a New Year's Eve cele bration in a town the size of Peoria. The sign itself will be about one hun dred fifty feet long and two hundred seventy feet high. Twined around it in some sort of design that our operative couldn't quite figure out from the blue prints, will be seven thousand feet of Neon tubing. If this tubing were to be laid along Michigan Avenue, starting at the Bridge, it would reach to a point just south of the Twelfth Street Station. In addition tc the tubing, there will be fourteen thousand light bulbs. And if some practical joker were to take all these light bulbs out of their respective sockets early some morn ing and lay them end to end, again start ing at the Bridge, he would finish at Jack son Boulevard with a sore back. (To our 'It's a new salt shaker for Woolworth's. knowledge, this would also be the first time that light bulbs had ever been laid end to end.) As one faces the sign he will find a clock on the right hand side; in fact one would have a hard time over looking the clock. It is to be sixty feet in diameter, and will have a minute hand twenty-nine feet long. By way of com parison, this is approximately seven hun dred times as long as the minute hand of your wrist watch. The end of this hand will move a little more than three feet per minute. Along the bottom of the sign there will be one of those strips of moving letters like the one on the Forhan's sign at the Bridge. Our operative's informant, Mr. L. M. Pontious, told him that this sort of thing is called a Motograph. We were glad to find that out, too. The sign is being built by the Kenwood Erection Company for the Federal Electric Company for the Chevrolet Motor Com pany of the General Motors Corporation. Mr. Pontious of the Kenwood outfit vouched for the above figures — that is the numerical part of them. The "end-to-end" figures were worked out by our operative, and very likely are as accurate as most "end-to-end" figures. We've always rather liked to hear statisticians declare that fifty million of this or that would reach for such a distance from here to there, but we ques tion the advertising value of the Chevrolet sign if it were dismembered and end-to- ended. Still, it might create quite a stir at that, with proper police escort and enough flags and sirens. Shop- Keeper f~^\ NE of our correspondents, not long ^-^ back from Italy, told us about a little friend of hers, a picture dealer on the Via Tornabuoni in Florence. He keeps a black ledger inscribed with the "names and num bers of every payer." He wanted awfully to sell his Sano di Pietro to our correspond ent, a struggling art student, for "only thirty thousand lire." Soon it was "only twenty- two thousand lire," but it remained, according to him, the finest Italian primi tive "outside a galleree." He pleaded des perately that he needed to make a sale, pictured his wife and babies without a stalk of spaghetti in the house. He hadn't sold a real work of art for two years — only cheap copies, which he had declined to carry in the good old days. Americans weren't traveling any more, and the few Britishers on the Continent just didn't care. He was convincing to our corre spondent, but he was mistaken in taking March, 1934 13 her look of sympathy for one of purchasing power. Having apparently proved the merits of the picture and satisfied her of his own desperate circumstances, he launched into a campaign defending his reputation and high-standing as an art dealer, and his great personal integrity. "Where are you from in America?" he asked suddenly. Knowing better than to say Des Moines, Iowa, her home port, which to most Euro peans borders on California, our corre spondent said, "Oh, near Chicago." And that was when the little fellow dragged out his black ledger, rubbed his hands before quickly thumbing the pages, and then shrieked with excitement, "Ah, there it is! I have it! A customer in Cheecago! You know her, maybe? Mrs. Marshall Field — she's beeg shop-keeper there! Yes?" Organized Relief DECENTLY the United Charities sent ¦*- *¦ out a letter to a number of friends who hadn't been sending in the customary number of those glad tidings which begin "enclosed please find check." The letter read : "When our records reveal the name of a subscriber who has not sent us his renewal we fear that something we have done or not done has lost us a friend. If this is true would you use the other half and write us?" The rest of the letter — half of it — was left blank for the reply. Now we've always had the idea that there aren't very many people who really like to write letters, so when we saw a post man stagger into the United Charities of fice at 203 N. Wabash loaded with replies, we decided that while the spirit of charity might be weak from lack of financial nourishment, it certainly wasn't dead. We asked if we might read some of the replies, and got another surprise. In the letters that didn't have checks — and an amazing number had them, by the way — the general theme was "I am giving directly to families where I know there is great need." And that reminded us of something we heard that happened not so long ago to a near north side lady. Her heart is pure gold and her pocketbook is not entirely empty of that contraband metal. There were always a few "worthy" families to whom she played lady bountiful. One day, because it was hard for this dear person to say "no" to anyone, she let a social worker clear the names of her half dozen pet families with Social Service Ex change. This exchange, in case you're a bit foggy about the intricacies of relief, has lists of every family in the city that's getting help. Names are listed alphabetically, phonetic ally, by alias, by address, and in so many other ways that a person's chances of re ceiving aid from more than one place at one time are distinctly microscopic. Well, this mechanical detective revealed the fact that every one of the six families was getting relief from some organized charity or other. Since then the benevolent lady has con fined her philanthropy to writing checks for accredited social agencies. We've always thought that if all the "benefits" that benefit only their promoters, all the profits of blind men who see except during business hours, all the gifts to ragged and tattered families whose shabbi- ness is professional could be diverted into authorized channels this fair city's relief problems would be vastly diminished. Musk Notes dent than ever and very modish. There is a sort of sense of soaring white lines in its neo-Empire background, and a gorgeous silver Venetian blind, draped in green, pulls the eye unto itself. Mirrored in the sleek floor is a single ebony and silver Steinway flanked by a large water jar of floppy blossoms half -turned up to the wall niche where a miniature Paganini fiddles madly. We're glad it's back. Jlying Alarm Clocks E stopped in to see what the Amer ican Airways people thought about the recent Washington air mail deci' sion. And they told us about some fun some of their pilots in the southwest were having. There is a McKinley family living in the shadow of lonely Round Top Mountain, near Big Horn, Arizona, and they have a new baby — about three months old. It's supposed to be fed every morning at five o'clock. The American Airways people received, at their Los Angeles terminal, a letter from the McKinleys. The Macs were having a hard time waking up early enough to feed the baby during these win ter months, because it's very dark in the shadow of Old Round Top and their alarm clock was broken. Well, recently — about every four days — one of the A. A. pilots began flashing his bright landing lights as he flew over the McKinley house; it came through their bed room window and awakened them each time on time to feed the baby. They wanted the Airways people to find the pilot and thank him; and because it was such a big help, they wondered if, maybe, some of the other pilots might do them the same favor till the days grew longer. It was learned that Pilot Ted Lewis and Co-Pilot Paul Carpenter were the men who had flashed the light. Immediately the fol lowing request was posted on the pilots' bulletin board: "Will each pilot flying westward on the morning trip from Ft. Worth to Los Angeles flash his landing lights as he passes Round Top Mountain to awaken the McKinley family living at the foot of the mountain. This request remains in effect until May 1st. (Signed) F. L. Duncan, Station Manager." This would seem to be the world's first "flying alarm clock" service. News Notes HP HE Herald and Examiner has dropped -*¦ to two cents and the American has a new Chic\ie serial going. We approve thoroughly of both innovations. The first means a saving of six cents a week for us. It'll go into a vacation fund for Tribune cartoonist Carey Orr. The second means that everything is nor' mal again. Austria may be in revolt, Paris may be in arms, England may be in an ulti' matum- serving mood, Hitler may be insane, but everything's all right in Chicago. We never did know just what the Chic\ie stories were all about; something like Joe "Thank God for the good old 'Tribune.' 14 The Chicagoan Cook's 'Yellow Bird story, we assume. And it seems years ago when the first one ran; maybe it was, because the new one is about Chickie's daughter. We're pretty sure of that, because it's entitled Chic\ie's Daugh ter. Well, well, Chickie has a daughter and Jimmy has a nickel. And the Tribune for a long, long time flashing their circulation figures "in excess of 800,000," now boasts in their Loop of fice, "775,000 and going up." Color Comment THE insides of the Illinois Central sub urban coaches are being redecorated. Nice, cheerful colors, too. The old solid sort of burned orange was all right, but we'd got pretty tired of it after all these years. There was a sameness to it; in fact it was the same throughout. The two new colors are a kind of robin's egg or World's Fair blue and a sort of light, grayish blue-green — about the color of George E. Q. Johnson's muffler. There's still some of the burned orange around though; the window sills have been left in that shade or touched up a bit with it. We like the new colors; they make us think we're going somewhere instead of just in Town to our desk. The conductors' uniforms remain the same. Travel and Transport '"¦""?HE railroad people have been coming -*• to the conclusion that something ought to be done about saving and restoring passenger business, and that probably a de velopment of a radically different type of passenger equipment would be the answer. And that's happened. We previewed the new high speed, light weight, stream lined, three car Union Pacific train which has just been completed for its experimen tal run, and it is radically different. The paint job is canary yellow and golden brown. After a long series of tests, the yellow was decided upon, because it can be seen for a greater distance than any other color — a safety measure. The canopied roof and the bottom of the train are painted a golden brown, and the sides yellow. Be tween the two is a narrow striping of red extending continuously the entire length of the train and accentuating the stream-lin ing. The color scheme of the interior is blue, shading down progressively from nearly white at the top of the vaulted ceil ing, through lighter shades of blue to a dark blue below the window sills. Hori zontal lines of aluminum show between the different shades of blue. The chairs are trimmed in aluminum, too, and upholstered in golden brown. The sills are black bakelite. The new train is very light weight — weighs approximately eighty-five tons, or about the weight of a single modern Pull man sleeping car. A ten -car conventional steam train weighs one thousand tons. The six'hundred horse power, twelve cylinder, V-type distillate (a non-explosive fuel) burning internal combustion engine powers "I don't mind him being a fish sales man, your Honor, but he leaves his samples all over the house !" *Ki) -— the train. It can propel it at ninety miles an hour with a load of one hundred sixteen passengers, its crew and 25,000 pounds of mail and baggage. A ten-car steam train, carrying the same load at that speed, would require 4,500 horse power. We haven't yet seen the Zephyr — Burlington's new gleaming shaft of stainless steel motor train. It's one hundred ninety-six feet of silver, and trim as a sail-boat. It has seats for seventy- two passengers, three cars, weighs eighty- five tons and is capable of a speed exceeding one hundred miles per hour. It has bag gage, express, buffet and smoking compart ments, powered by electricity generated by a two-cycle straight eight, six hundred horse power Diesel engine using a non-explosive oil for fuel. It's the first time an engine of this type has been used in American train operation. Articulated trucks (six teen wheels for all three cars, where the usual type of large railway coach has twelve, or thirty-six for three cars) electro- pneumatic brakes, air-conditioning through out, roller bearings, shatter-proof glass, light weight and plenty of speed. The Zephyr marks the culmination of more than two years of intensive study on the part of the Burlington's mechanical staff, and it writes a colorful and significant chapter into American railway history. The Milwaukee Road has just put in service a new passenger day coach which is a departure from the con ventional type of construction. The di mensions are as usual, but the seating capacity is about one-third less than the old type due to more space between seats and the installation of smoking lounges. The windows are wider, and a new ventilating and heating system has been provided. The seats are of a rotating and reclining type. The interior is colorful — rubber tiled floors in bright colors and cheerful side walls and seat upholstering. Individual lights at each seat supplement the ceiling lights. The smoking lounges at either end are commodious and handsomely furnished. The coaches are seventy-two feet long and will seat forty passengers in the body of the car and fourteen in the lounges. And there you have the trains of to morrow. And we wonder who started all this new aerodynamic, light weight, high speed, plenty of comfort business? The automotive people or the railway people? Or did they both get the idea at the same time? Anyway, it's about time. Sale TT was at Kroch's during that well- known bookstore's recent sale of Fine Bindings from the World's Fair exhibit. A more or less tattered scholar from Hobo College was lovingly fingering the elab orately jeweled volumes bound by Bayn- tum, Hertzberg, Monastery Hill, and par ticularly the one by Riviere and Sangorski. The clerk noticed his all-consuming in terest and courteously asked if there was anything he might do. The Hobohemian nervously eyed the in truder with an air of aristocratic hauteur, then timidly asked, "How much for this volume?" "Our special sale price," said the clerk in his best business manner, "is $1950, sir." "How much?" the Hobohemian asked with a gulp. "$1950," the clerk repeated enthusias tically. "Our previous price was $2500." The ragged . gentleman was silent for a moment, after which he ventured forth, "That's a trifle too much. I'll take one of those little Blue Books for a nickel." March, 1934 15 CJtre 1 1 Lonument THE HISTORIC WATER TOWER, AT CHICAGO AVENUE AND NORTH MICHIGAN, WAS THE ONLY DOWNTOWN STRUC TURE TO SURVIVE THE FIRE OF 71. THE TOWER, WITH ITS ADJOINING PUMPING STATION, WAS ERECTED IN 1867. NOW ITS GOTHIC DESIGN LOOKS A BIT OLD-FASHIONED AMID THE SOARING, MODERN SKySCRAPERS OF THE NEAR NORTH SIDE, BUT IT IS STILL AN ESPECIALLY SUITABLE STUDY FOR THE CAMERA OF A. GEORGE MILLER. The Show Left Town A Chicago Novelette Complete in This Issue By William C. Boyden THE inadequate little lobby of the pleasant little Harris theatre has something in common with a State Street trolley at the twitching hour of six in the evening. Except that it is eight- thirty, and the churning pass of humanity smells better, wears more decorative clothes and treads on each other's toes with greater suavity. John Garrity, the Shubert man ager, looks harassed because he has dis persed only four of the seven envelopes of critics' tickets originally clutched in his hand. His face lights up as he spies Charles Collins' pipe emerge from behind Mrs. Kellogg Fairbank. Gracious Gertrude Bromberg, local liaison officer between play and press, seems worried for fear some re viewer will get to his seat before she has introduced him to Oliver Saylor, the high powered publicity director of the drama about to be unfolded. Judge Joseph Sabath enters with dignity, even through such a crush, bowing politely to the many first- nighters whom he has severed from the bonds of matrimony. Phil Davis enters with jauntiness, wearing a yellow muffler around his neck and a blonde around his arm. Kid Sherman, the ex-pugilist, begs Mrs. Henry Field's pardon for knocking her notebook out of her hand, causing her to miss the injpressive entrance of three members of the Saddle and Cycle Club. Moon in the Morning is opening, starring Lenore Cornell and featuring those two promising young players, June Stange and Kent Stoddard. "You'll like Kent. He's framed to make women frails." "Trying to get him off to a bad start? You know I don't like actors. They are always making love out of last season's show." "But this guy's different. I went to school with him." "And I suppose he did the female leads in the Pudding Shows." "Yeah? Well he also played a pretty mean brand of quarter-backing." "Anyway, he'll never give me a tumble, with all the competition I'll have at By- field's. Kitty Byfield is too attractive to care how many other attractive women she has around her." "You'll get by." "How about you? Didn't you tell your boy friend to bring someone? He'll prob ably appear with that Stange girl. She looks to me like the kind of girl who make men want her to understand them." "I guess I'm safe enough. Sis Willner had it in her column the other day that Kent and June Stange are combusting." "That makes us both safe." "Wouldn't you know the play would "The inadequate little lobby of the Harris theatre has something in common with a State Street trolley" open with the butler kissing the parlor maid?" (whispered) This colloquy takes place before and as the curtain rises. The colloquizers are , Margaret McDowell and Tom Burns. They sit in the fourth row, thanks to Mrs. Couthoui and a recent pay-day. He is tall, rather rough pleasant face, keen laughing eyes, unruly reddish hair, Scotch by de scent. She is tallish, lovely oval face, soft melting eyes, immaculate ash-brown hair, Irish by descent. She designs clothes. He doesn't work much either, being an archi tect. They love each other, sort of. For three acts they hold hands. Once or twice their knees touch. Between acts they talk with Betty and Gail Borden. Gail thinks the show is a turkey. Betty shushes him. Eleven o'clock! The curtain falls as the character played by the great Lenore Cor nell wishes the characters played by June and Kent luck as they start off for Afghan istan to forget and start life anew. Mar garet and Tom make their way back-stage. You never know whom you are going to meet at Ernie Byfield's parties in the House-on-the-Roof of the Sherman. And you are never disap pointed. If you fear a deluge of Lake Foresters, you will find fifty actors, ten orchestra leaders and a job-lot of ink- stained journalists. Dread the boisterous- ness of Bohemia, and you discover yourself among Meekers, Linns, Blairs. That's what makes Ernie the perfect host. On this wel coming party for Lenore Cornell four young people do not know who is present, and do not care. Margaret finds; herself on one of the spacious sofas in the Colonial living room with Kent Stoddard, medium tall, dark regular featured face, intense speculative eyes, smooth black hair, English by descent. Tom finesses a table on the porch, a table for two, where he sits with June Stange, shortish, delicately chiseled face, candid grey eyes, knotted golden hair, German by descent. As far as these four are concerned there might as well not have been a celebrity in the room. Margaret and Kent are talking, much as any young dress designer and any young actor might talk. "You know I've always hated actors, but you seem different." "Oh, that's because my father sent me early to his tailor, and I've never been allowed to wear pleated pants." "But you haven't once told me that the talkies are after you." "I save that for second meetings." "And you haven't accused a single other actor of being swishy." "It's my puritan bringing up. Mother al ways told me not to call other little boys bad names." "Now let's talk about me. What do you think I think of your acting?" March, 1934 17 'They are dining at the Tavern . . . their table is not far from Critics' Corner" "I think you are much too intelligent to be fooled by it." "You should see me in my horn-rimmed spectacles." "Seriously, Margaret . . . ." June and Tom are talking, much as any young actress and any young architect might talk. "It must be wonderful to be an architect. Did you go to the Beaux Arts?" "Yes, two years, so I could learn to de sign hot-dog stands for the World's Fair. I'd have starved if I hadn't had a ten per cent interest in ten nudes in the Streets of Paris." "Was yours a blonde or brunette?" "We incorporated and shared equally in our assets." "This is a perfect spot for a party. Does Mr. Byfield give many?" "Never as good a one as this." "Is that a compliment, Mr. Burns? Kent tells me you are a blunt man." "Kent hasn't seen me since I bought my spats and became a city fellow." "Kent thinks a lot of you. He told me . . . ." "Seriously, June As Margaret and Tom approach Margaret's studio on Pearson Street, Margaret says: "I like your friend Kent." As June and Kent approach their adjacent rooms at the Am bassador, June says : "I like your friend Tom." A day passes, as days have an an noying habit of doing. They are dining at the Tav ern. Their table for four is not far from Critics' Cor ner, where Ashton Stevens, Charley Collins, Edward Moore and Karle- ton Hackett are discussing Art, Music, the Drama, and whether or no Bill the Bartender can mix a proper pousse cafe. Life sits benignantly at the feast. The notices of Moon in the Morning have all mentioned June and Kent a p probatively ; Margaret has sold a stunning frock to Mrs. Howard Linn; a Winnetka friend of Tom's has mentioned the possibility of building a house in the Spring. The chablis, recom mended by the knowing Mr. Kuhn, finds pleasant reception in four young stomachs. Chatter clicks back and forth with the zip and celerity of a ping-pong ball. Glances of sympathy and understanding now cross the table, now flash sideways. Once when Margaret reaches down to pick up a hand kerchief, Kent's polite hand barely brushes hers. Once Tom's foot touches a foot that from its angle would seem to be June's foot. Otherwise they are just four nice people having dinner. jtl. week passes, and no one knows where it has gone. A couple of highly varnished dancers, very famous, glide insinuatingly around the floor of the Empire Room to the soothing strains of King Cole's orchestra. Nothing is heard but the occasional pop of a champagne cork and the low murmur of diners. And no murmurs are more murmurous than those across a table over in the corner. Kent Stoddard flicks his cigarette lighter, as only an actor can flick a cigarette lighter. His conscience hurts him a little: "I feel an awful swine to break up our quartette by dragging you off by ourselves. Tom has been so decent to me." "It is naughty of us, Kent dear," answers Margaret with the cutest of possible pouts. Frankie Masters is bobbing up and down in boyish simulacrum of Ben Bernie. Women from sixteen to sixty bob up and down in the arms of wide ly assorted varieties of the genus homo. The clavilux blends, disperses and reblends the colors in John Norton's murals. It is the College Inn. At a discreet table under the Snack Bar sit a couple. Franklin D. Roose velt might enter the room astride a kanga roo, and they would not notice it. Tom Burns fingers an ash off his cigarette, an ash grown long while he gazes into candid grey eyes. He feels very contrite. "I guess I'm rather a louse, wanting you all to myself, when the four of us have had such a grand time." "But, Tom dear, how can we really know each other, if we aren't ever alone to- gether," replies June, candid eyes becoming even candider- ^s/ioon in the Morning does nice business, over eighteen thousand a week according to Variety. Maurice Seymour and James Hargis Connelly fight to take pictures of June Stange and Kent Stoddard; Charles Collins runs one of the pictures on his Sunday page; women's clubs invite the two young thespians to luncheons and make them talk about the significance of the drama. But June finds that her matutinal slumbers are disturbed by the sun and moves to a room on the west side of the Ambassador, and several floors higher. Kent remains where he is, solving the sun problem by the simple ex- pedient of pulling down his shades. The pulse of business quickens. Dowagers and debutantes flock to dress shops to take advantage of pre-inflation prices. It means a lot of night work for Margaret McDowell. The Estate of Marshall Field talks of erect' ing a vast hotel on Michigan Avenue be tween Delaware and Chestnut Streets. Feverish activity manifests itself in the of fices of Graham, Anderson, Probst & White. It means midnight oil for Tom Burns. Margaret and Tom find it almost impossible to get together in the evenings as they have been wont to do. Martin Harding, worthy scion of a great restaurateur, picks his hostesses for Harding's Colonial Room with painstaking care. Beauty he demands, charm he insists upon, tact he requires. Marjorie Kavanaugh, generously endowed with all these qualifications for the perfect hostess, would never have made the mistake if an ardent admirer had not taken her the night before to see Moon in the Morning. Hardly over her excitement at seating the devastating Kent Stoddard and. his lovely companion, Marjorie sees the beauteous June Stange emerge from the elevator, fol' lowed by a tall young man who has been a 18 The Chicagoan frequent customer. Having last seen June and Kent folded close in one another's arms, what could be more natural than to lead one half of last night's love-interest directly to the other half? How is Marjorie to know that these two have not met socially for over a week? How is she to guess that Kent's "Won't you join us?" is deeply rooted in irony. Fortunately she does not hear the chatter which clicks back and forth with the zip and celerity of a wet tennis ball. "Lousy weather we're having," opines Kent. "Poisonous," agrees Tom. "The paper says it may rain," adds June. "That is, if it doesn't snow," argues Margaret. Stage-hands are loading the scenery into trucks, wondering the while when they will work again. Miss Lenore Cornell, the great star, plays with her pet monkey as she supervises her maid packing the trunks. Moon in the Morning is going to Pittsburgh. And through the window of a studio on Pearson Street an other moon, this one real and with a ring around it, casts shadows over a couch where two figures are more or less gracefully en twined in postures suitable for the consummation of a kiss. A keenly at tuned ear might hear the clock tick off thirty seconds. The faint rustling of a dress. A sigh. Then: "Kent, you're wonderful. I love you, love you, love Again the tick- tick'tick of the clock. Then : "You can't go tomorrow, Kent darling, I can't live without you." In the ghost-like gloom of blue shadows a small white hand softly touches hair smooth and dark. "Margaret angel, these days have been perfect. You are the first woman I have ever really loved." A scurrying cloud makes the moon wink. "You won't forget? And you'll come back?" "Of course, Sweetheart, the very minute the run closes on the Coast." "Kiss me, Kent." The moon, the clock, the shadows whirl about in mad phantasmagoria. Camille Dupleix, Ambassador's impeccable headwaiter, rare ly allows an underling to open a bottle of champagne. Which is all right with the guests because Camille is such a handsome young Frenchman and serves with such a flair. And broiled live lobster with the champagne served in a room makes Camille's presence doubly necessary. The feast is spread. The cork pops with just the right detonation. Camille, handsomely rewarded, suavely withdraws. Tom Burns raises his glass: "June, to the happiest days I have ever spent." "You mean that we have ever spent." Bubbles titillate four well turned nostrils. Glasses are set down. Two large hands cross the narrow table, take one small hand be tween them. "How can I ever let you go, June darling?" "I'll be back, Tom, just as soon as we close on the Coast." "If the talkies don't get you." Social arbiters may differ on the propriety of leaving one's seat at table, going behind a lady's chair, putting your arms g '" ^""WWBB^K about her shoulders, tilting her head back and kissing her full on the lips. But that is just what Tom Burns does, and if he is wrong, blame it on some very good cham pagne or on two very kissable red lips. A drizzling rain makes dank the ugly train-sheds of the Grand Central Depot. A bedraggled train slides out into the mist hanging like a pall over the railroad yards. Back along the wet boards of the platform walks a girl. Her steps are slow, listless, seemingly without purpose. Behind her walks a young man. Nor do his steps suggest any vital exuber ance. But he catches up, finally. "Hello, Margaret." "Oh, hello, Tom." Unconsciously they fall into step, but several paces apart. Silence. Twenty feet of nasty damp board pass under their feet. Then Tom: "Well, they're gone." "Yes, they're gone." "We'll miss them." "Yes, we'll miss them." They reach the station, pass forlorn figures in stiff images of life on the hard benches. Tom again: "Had breakfast?" "Only a cup of coffee." "Want to have some?" "Well, Tom, I . . . . Do you want to have breakfast with me?" "I suppose we might as well." "You're not very enthusiastic." "It might not be so bad. We'll go over to the Blackstone and have some wheat cakes. I'm famished." "Swell! Remember last time we break fasted at the Blackstone?" "Do I!" They are out on the sidewalk. The rain subsides. He takes her arm. "After all, dear, the show's left town." n ill 'A drizzling rain makes dank the ugly trainsheds of the Grand Central Depot" March, 1934 19 Social JLeader "For the touch exotic," says Mr. Ramsaye in his article on the social life of the cinema city, "consider the fact that the real triumph of a Hollywood party is to win the attendance of Miss Anna May Wong, the premier con tribution of the Orient to the screen . . . Anna May Wong has a slant on the world, but not in her eyes." Hollywood Off the Set The Life as It Is Lived in the Celluloid City By Terry Ramsaye WHEN Walt Disney and his produc tion staff came to an impasse in the . lyrics of Three Little Pigs they met the problem by forgetting the words and finishing the quatrain on the flute. This sun-pickled afternoon that I have set myself at the task of recording some thing of the life of Hollywood — and I mean the life sociologically, biologically, ethno- logically and in fact everything but logi cally — I wish I were a piccolo player, because I suspect that is the medium in which it could be told best. To put it up in one paragraph, there is no life in Hollywood. It is like nothing so much as an aspic that never jelled — Hollywood is the only mining camp which has operated on one gulch for a quarter of a century, a process rendered possible only by the continuous supply of pay dirt forwarded by the home offices in New York. Twice in its history Hollywood was al most organized socially. First it was when the Lasky lot was the center of the produc tion universe, and second when Pickfair loomed as a symbol of the success idyllic. That is now all as long ago and far away as the bells of Mandalay. Hollywood just doesn't know who is who or why, today, and it has not had anything more than a notion since sound came along. If you want to be safest and surest about who's the whoest in Hollywood at any given time, turn to the box office receipts pages of Motion Picture Herald and read the key city grosses. The top figure is the top per sonality. The United States in all of its major centers has built its social registers on success, with Dun and Bradstreet the real authorities behind them. The same condition obtains yet in Hollywood, but the sensitivity of the situation is such that to be absolutely assured of making no mistakes there ought to be a movie receipts ticker set up in the lobby of the Beverly- Wilshire Hotel. The social life of the motion picture community is inextricably intermeshed with the art life, the commer cial life, the sex life and the political life of the region — it is a region, not a commu nity, because strive as they may they cannot make a community out of it. One blessing of the depression is to be recorded. With the glum years, by force of pressure expressed in the roars of the angry mob, the era of ostentation in its more crass expressions appears to be over. A decade ago Tom Mix snorted up and down the by-ways in a car trimmed in em bossed silver and Spanish leather, and a downtown piano store displayed a Steinway NOTE: Author of the two-volume cinema classic, A Million and One Nights, and Editor of Motion Picture Herald, sovereign publication of the art- industry, Mr. Ramsaye's will be remem bered by adult Chicagoans as one of those peerless pens which, in company with B. L. T.'s, Ring Lardner's, Percy Hammond's and others, lifted The Chi cago Tribune to the zenith of its orbit. concert grand plated with mother-of-pearl to the order of Charlie Ray. Then came the night a year or so ago when the scintillant, haughty and mighty in their glories of ermine and platinum and Kimberly hardware poured out to a de luxe, searchlighted, microphoned, rose petaled world premier preview at the Pantages theatre and had to flee into the lobby for cover at the breaking of a barrage of un born Plymouth Rocks. The hungry and hopeless of the unemployed were annoyed a lot. This became one of the classic un published stories of Hollywood, and it sounds very like some of the items which eventually a few weeks ago led President Roosevelt to make remarks about movie salaries. Hollywood, which had staged its weddings and sound-cued its funerals, took to cover and since — no picture, no society. In its own struggling way Hollywood is trying hard to have a life, to "be people." One of the current evidences, strangely overlooked by the palpitating fan writers, is what might be called "the baby cycle." It is becoming positively the thing to have babies. Research, while leading to no abso lute conclusions, tends to indicate that it was none other than the vital Gloria Swan- son who started the baby cycle. The standard stock concept and assorted stories of Hollywood as a sink hole of sin are all very wrong. Hollywood has not got enough social guts to be sinful in a big way. It has its sprin kling of amateur and professional vice, all trivial. Its big, imposing, extra-legal liaisons are robbed of importance by their social acceptance. Any American city can teach Hollywood tricks, and I am not even including New York. The drug traffic, which got so much publicity in the aftermath of sensational journalism which followed the murder of William Dean Tanner, alias Taylor, a dec ade ago, has all but vanished. It had a flurry of awakening for a few minutes last month when an Asiatic cargo got across with its agents from Tia Juana, but it was done within a few hours before a new merchandising wave had begun. As for liquor, Hollywood can not take it. The reasons are largely climatic. Very little sincere drinking is done, even by experts among the expatriates from New York. They do not dare. Three highballs may make a man sassy, and there is no such man in Hollywood. Those who got snooted and said "No" probably were all deported long ago. On those rare occasions when a motion picture Hollywoodsman gets tight he hurries home by a back road and goes to bed for fear he will have courage to tell somebody what he thinks. That makes the night life very brief. The most outspoken man in Hollywood is Mr. Pat Casey, who never takes a drink. Speaking entirely of the yes-system and with absolutely no bearing whatsoever on the drink topic, it may be recorded that a few years ago the brilliant Mr. Arthur Caesar reversed the rule, and proved it by reversal — which is to say that he gave all comers a verbal bust in the nose. He was shortly employed at high salary and has not been heard from since. That reminds me of the time when, in the New York service of a considerable but transient screen magnate, I was offered, ac cepted and was given a large raise in salary on a deal to quit making "quotable re marks" about the company's administration. The principle is that if the gag man is to be gagged and muzzled he still is entitled to his corn — but the ox must not. be gored. Cite if you will the synthetically cele brated bout between Mr. Al Jolson and Mr. Walter Winchell, and the even more exciting outburst of Mr. Lee Tracy at Mexico City. I say cite them if you will — but all Hollywood knows and declares them to be mere publicity frame-ups — one of which got just a shade out of hand. That, however, is not strictly in the pattern of our story; there's no time at the moment to go into all that Hollywood will do to attract and amuse the customers. There is a life in Hollywood lived by a few of the saner, self-assured and established figures of the industry — and that can describe only a few — that is very like the life of any normal American city, but this pertains only to homes that are islands unto themselves in this Hollywood South Sea archipelago, not a part or influence on the picture map. Such a reserved American life is typified by the L. B. Mayers, for instance, and this despite the fact that the name of Mayer is such a compelling factor of influence extending deep into every nuance of the Hollywood scene. March, ,1934 21 Some among those of lofty fame in Hollywood are almost recluses. Mr. Charles Chaplin, once so much the life of the big parties, is now rarely to be seen. His Japanese major domo, "Kono," answers the telephone and relays messages, but Mr. Chaplin sits by the fireside and plays the fiddle. It was a matter of no little com ment when Chaplin appeared at Darryl Zanuck's "Bowery" party at the Vendome cafe. He brought along Paulette Goddard, of whom perhaps more later on the screen, if, when and as there is another Chaplin production. The "Bowery" party was en livened with considerable of the jollity of the make-believers of Hollywood. For in stance, Connie Cummings and Benn Levy rode a tandem down the boulevard for the last half dozen squares approaching the Vendome. Such cut-ups, in our village! The cut-up spirit had a vogue. Joan Crawford threw a garden party and posi tively had a "hot dog" stand. Movieland at play is almost as funny sometimes as Southampton and Newport. And mention of the Vendome brings up consideration of the restaurant life of Hollywood. The Ven dome is the newest and most costly menued and swank-laden of the eating places. And while there is food to be had at the Ven dome, its real significance pertains to other matters, elaborate ramifications of the in visible map of Hollywood. The Vendome is about as much a restaurant as Wall street is a thoroughfare, or Tammany Hall is a benevolent association. Al Levy's restaurant is the oldest and probably most atmospheric of Hollywood's eating places. Levy's operates on a policy of good food and ample. There one may find most any Hollywood figure most any day, but the regulars are the old school picture writers and their producer friends, and the ranking publicity persons. Like as not you will be seeing there such a literary Nestor as Mr. Al Cohn, among the first and most famous scenario crafts men, now with Warners and, incidentally, but importantly, also collector of the Port of Los Angeles, second in tonnage for the United States, in recognition of his ster ling services to the Democratic party. And there will be maybe Homer Croy, now picture writer and formerly from Booneville, Missouri, subsequently of the Hotel Judson colony in New York's Wash ington Square, where he became a humor ist. (The Judson was a funny place any way.) There will be directors and players, without end — and with lots of it. It is a handy spot for Mr. Joe Breen of the Hays office and Mr. Pat Casey, producers' labor boss, and Mr. Charlie Sullivan and Mr. Edward B. Derr, one time star of Bethle hem (Pa.), who was, pre-war, a master ac countant and while serving Mr. Joseph P. Kennedy saw the light and took the other side of the ledger to become a producer. The assorted Brown Derby restaurants, all growing out of a strange conceit of a place shaped like a hat in Wilshire Boule vard in Los Angeles, now located also in Hollywood and Beverly, are meeting grounds for all manner of members of the picture colony, with a large sprinkling of stars great and lesser, and an adoring, hopeful, autograph hunting fan fringe. The Brown Derby chain is under able publicity administration attentions, and just to make sure, "the press," meaning the army of writers for the fan magazines and news papers, are equipped with cards that en title them to a fifty per cent discount on the check. This of course pertains not to our subject but to publicity — but every thing in Hollywood pertains to publicity. The food, if you are interested, in these establishments is above the Los Angeles average, and the waitresses are better than that. Most of them came out to break into the movies. There's one who has not made the screen yet, but has two apart ment houses to show for her efforts so far. She is the kind that would do well any where. Hollywood's nearest current approach to organized society is The Mayfair, a dinner-and-dance club with five scheduled functions a year, and "all in dustry" but hand picked membership. It began at the Biltmore and is now holding its parties at the Beverly- Wilshire in Beverly Hills, which, incidentally, makes a Sunday night party possible. Los Angeles, you may understand, is so completely under the domination of the weather-and-climate refugees from the Bible Belt and the middle west's Prairies of Propriety that there can be no Sunday night dancing, not even at the still impressive Hotel Ambassador's far famed Cocoanut Grove. The Ambassador is still a movie capital, despite its years, and there the folk of Hollywood are taken most seriously. I have to record that breakfasting one afternoon in the main dining room, where the acous tics of the serving pantry seems indis creetly arranged, I was regaled with a most acrimonious discussion between a head waiter and various assistants because some one on the Sunday night before had been such an utter dumbbell as to serve Mr. Julian Johnson, story editor of Fox, with rye buns. It seems that the entire world was supposed to know that Mr. Johnson would have nothing but French bread, and hell was to be had all over the lot. It has long been known that Mr. Johnson is the terror of headwaiters from Canoe Place, Long Island, to Point Loma, but at the Am bassador they do it with gestures and oratory. Blushing the while, one might as well set down that motion pictures and their peo ple are not what one would say accepted in the upper crust of Los Angeles. Los Angeles, you know, supports its upper crust on oil, citrus fruits and cattle. The movie people are as badly off as though they lived on the wrong side of the railroad tracks in Sedalia. A very few motion picture per sons are among the socially elect of Los Angeles, but they are very few. Film ce ment smells like banana oil. Some of the most sparkling names in movieland appear to have no social life at all in Hollywood. There's Miss Anna Sten, who has been so busy taking English les sons from and for Mr. Sam Goldwyn, preparatory to her appearance in ?<[ana, that for her whole two years in the region she has not been seen at a party. And few can be more rare than Greta Garbo, timid soul, sequestered in her pent house a-top Sunset Towers. Also one does not discover Miss Mae West at the parties. When Miss Mae's I'm 7s[o Angel was previewed at Mr. Sid Grauman's classic Chinese theatre not one of Hollywood's stars attended. That in Hollywood means something, or is sup posed to. If one may judge of Miss West's disposition in the matter, it would not be much of a speculation as to what she might say they could do about it. As it is, her chief public appearances are at the prize fights, sitting alongside, on the one side, of Mr. Emanuel Cohen, Paramount 's chief of production, who has, one might remark, seemingly more of an eye on the box office than on Hollywood and its foibles. Mr. Winfield Sheehan, with a home of vast splendors up in the hills, is on oc casions the host of considerable functions, but all so very quietly conducted. No re porter has yet overtaken a Sheehan guest list. It may be set down in passing that the stormy vitriolic Sheehan moods are no longer a part of the Hollywood weather, but the same non-committal blue eyes sweep the scene, on the Fox lot and across Hollywood. The technique may change tint, but the basic system, never. Tor the touch exotic, consider the fact that the real triumph of any Hollywood party is to win the attend ance of Miss Anna May Wong, the pre' mier contribution of the Orient to the screen. Miss Wong, one is told, was born in San Francisco. Anna May Wong has a slant on the world, but not in her eyes. They suggest an Occidental seeing, recording for an Oriental mind. In Hollywood as elsewhere there is a phase of social activity which takes its in' spiration and movement from charitable impulses. There is the Assistance League, presided over by Mrs. Abe Lehr, which serves luncheons, with society girls as wait' resses, with also the tips going to the sc lected causes. And mostly unrecorded and remarkably conducted without publicity are the many benefactions of Miss Marion Davies, who supports a clinic for children and each Christmastide gives an exciting party for the children of the worthy poor at the Metro-Goldwyn Studio. The whole Metro lot was knee deep in kiddie cars and Christmas baskets one day this December. As might be expected in this effulgent land of make-believe, clothes are important. For showmanship in clothes take Lilyan Tashman, who has hers done mostly by Howard Greer, a local couturier. She's famous too for her glitter ing emerald clips. Lilian Harvey highlights the occasion with a (Continued on page 60) 22 The Chicagoan LRaiment Uxoyaltyi MAs might be expected in this effulgent land of make-believe, clothes are important." — Hollywood Off the Set. — "For show manship in clothes, take Lilyan Tashman, who has hers done by Howard Greer, a local couturier." "The Hollywood version of the Prince of Wales is the dashing Bob Mont gomery, who has a gold name plate on the instru ment board of his amaz ing car. It would be very difficult for Mr. Mont gomery to get permanent ly lost." cJhe {Boulevard of Token Dates A Pasticcio of Verse or Something About La Michigan BY NICHOLAS N. PLARR Did you ever see a dream walking? I did. And 'long side drove a Packard Twelve And pulled up to a stop. Out got an angel Old enough to be her pop. They talked just a minute Then got into the car And drove off gaily To the Palme Hous I want to go back to Michigan, To Michigan Avenue. . . It stretches from the I. C. gare Northward a perte de vue Up to the dog's leg at The Drake . . . (Evelyn, dear, may I borrow your rake? Just for tonight. There's a dance at The Drake. His name is what? Oh, Rodney Moore. Superior 7124? Thanks loads, dear . . . when in Rome . . . Never fear, I'll bring him home.) Another Fair And we'll be all square. Evens Stevens. Sir William Blackstone Was a jurist to the King, But never came across the sea (the sea}. Had he come he'd have bent an elbow At Michigan and Balbo At the famous hostelree. New ensemble? You saucy rogue; You've been shopping at Blum's- Vogue. You'll never see your calories Hanging in Anderson's Galleries. It's just an old English Garden; (Shades of Raymond Hitchcock, Shades of Hitchy-Koo. Was it 1920 or 1922?) Just an old English Garden; But designed by Joseph Urban, Designed by Joseph Urban, Designed by Joseph Urban, Joseph Urban, Boom! The Auditorium: Not to be confused with Ripley's. Otium cum dignitate: Chicago Club. Yes, is it not, eh? Spaulding, Gorham, Black, Starr & Frost Should have a forum (quorum) At any cost. Jerrems' tweed Yes, indeed! Question up before the house: What is that thing atop the Straus? If I love again, Though it be something new, If I love again. It will be you: English breakfast-tea and cake At Fred Harvey's. See the Lake! Sittin' at the ba' Sippin' my Side Ca' At the Pabst Blue Ribbon Spa. The Railway Exchange: Okay, Fred, I'll trade you my Union Pacific For your Baltimore & Ohio. Okay? Sic transit gloria mundi. Was the Tip Top Inn ever open on Sunday? T'was the night before May Day, And all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. The pictures were hung On the walls with great care In hopes that the people Would come from the Fair. And how they came To Mr. Harshe's picture palace Where some artists are apt to view the work of other artists with Less charity than malice. People's Gassy Light & Coke, My bill's too high, I hope you choke. Would you be dapper? There's Capper & Capper. Ten cents a chance That's all you pay there: Woolworth's. The Pubulic Lib'ary, It has a lot of books, And strangely it's not managed By a lot of crooks. Hi-ho, Lackaday, Whadda you want to know? When your heart's on fire You must realize Smoke gets in your eyes . . . But listen to me: You can't blame It on the I. C. I'm runnin' wild, I've lost control . . . Because the Chevrolet sign that told the time at Randolph, Chevrolet sign that told the time at Randolph, Chevrolet sign that told the time at Randolph Isn't There Any- More. If your hat's wrecked by the rain Just step into John T. Shayne. If I had gold, If I had rocks, I'd leave them all At Papa Kroch's. The London Guarantee Building, while not the highest in town of course, is still pretty high: Mad dog's and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun. Rub-a-dub-dub, Some gents formed a club Atop the 3-3-3. Quite unlike a cavern They called it The Tavern — A wonderful place to be. This double-deck bridge, they say, Was got underway By a now forgotten mayor Who had a flare For making an utter ass of himself upon any and every occasion. What mayors don't? Look westward as the River bends; A large, red sign flashes on and off and on: "College Inn." Ernie Byfield's basement. Charlie Grimm and Stephenson, Cuyler, Hartnett, Klein Send the horse-hide whizzing Down the old foul line. Herman, Jurges, English Always follow suit; That's because they masticate Wrigley's Juicy Fruit. . . . Just tell them Smokey Joe Was here and had to go. And the smoke pall parted, The smoke pall part-ed. And there stood Power (Yeah?) Of the Press— The Tribune Tower. Ah, there, Colonel! There's some soot On your nose and On your boot. Off the Avenue we've taken you to — East Illinois Street — Is a bar of sorts Called O. K. Mort's. It was the craze In speakeasy days. The stuff they serve was never raw, son; The murals were done by Edith Lawson. In Diana Court There is a statue. Anything your little heart desires, I can find it for you At Saks-Fifth Avenue. Lord & Thomas Sing psalms To olives and palms. . . . And you'll be the grandest lady In the Easter Parade If You Are Furred and feathered By Martha Weathered. Let 'em eat cake, The land of freedom is free once more. Let 'em eat cake, Let there be sunshine from shore to shore. The shore. The Lake. The Drake. What a hell of a long walk. Let's stop for a double-Scotch and soda. 24 The Chicagoan Golf Preview A Contemplation of the Chicago Season By John E. Lehman HAVE you ever seen a dream form ing? Well, you have — whether you were aware of it or not — and this dream is rapidly assuming real form. What dream, you ask, can this be? Is it a dream of fantastic riches and fame? In a way it is; but not in the sense of selfish gain or conceit. The riches are the two-hundred' odd golf courses that make up the play ground of the Chicago district golfing fra- ternity; the fame is the rightful acclaim due the Galahads that represent the district in the major tournaments of the country. You see, the fathers of golf in the Chi cago district aspired to make this the out standing golfing community in the country, famed for its alluring and formidable courses and, too, for its widespread interest in golfing events. That this already has been accomplished in large measure is very evident. The success of this dream is di rectly due to the large following of golf here, the thousands of club members who take a deep pride in their courses that they may have the finest equipment for their favorite sport. This summer you will find you can swat the little white pill around more courses that are finely conditioned, and present a diversity of shots, than ever before. Fair way watering systems have improved play ing conditions to such an extent that courses without such systems find it nec essary to plan for them in the near fu ture. As a result, this past fall and winter a number of clubs have installed fairway watering systems, bringing the total to twenty-four; so now Chicago has more courses with watered fairways than any other city. The interest in golf ing events runs high. It was in the locker room after a pro-amateur event, the latter part of last season, that Tommy Armour remarked of this interest in golf and paid the golfers of the district a fine compliment. He stated that he had not been any place where enthusiasm for events was so evi dent, not only by the good amateurs, but by the "business men golfers11 as well. This is very gratifying, since this is Tommy's first season as a resident professional in the Chicago district. It doesn't mean, nev ertheless, that the state of perfection has been attained and that there is no room for improvement; but it does mean that the right approach is being made and, we hope, with a full follow through. To the aspirants of championship titles, the foregoing means a great deal — the best of layouts for the developing of one's game, and events to whet one's competitive spirit. Under these circumstances it is only a nat ural assumption that embryo champions will be and are being developed to carry the banner of Chicago's golfing fame to other parts of the country. The past has seen such luminaries as Chick Evans, Bob Gardner, Ned Sawyer, Al Seckel, Paul and Bob Hunter carry the banner. Today they still shoot the brand of golf that won hon ors for them, a brand of golf that could carry them to a championship today; but, with the exception of Evans, they have seen fit to abstain from the rigors of cham pionship tournaments, content to watch the rise of Chicago's younger hopes. Who is going to carry the banner this season? To single out any one of the many who are capable to do so would be pure luck, even if I were to guess cor rectly. There are hundreds of golfers of ability in the district whose prowess is con fined to their club, either because of lack of desire to enter tournaments or lack of time to play should they qualify for a tour nament away from home. It is best, there fore, that I restrict myself to the outstand ing amateurs — those who are capable of carrying the banner in this year's New Deal National Amateur Championship. (Later on I shall expound on this term, New Deal.) When the National Amateur qualifying rounds for this section come, it is an even bet that most of the following named golfers will make the grade. Those I have in mind are: Jack Westland of Sunset Ridge, George Dawson of Glen Oak, Chick Evans of Edgewater, Don Armstrong of Aurora, Dick Martin of Sunset Valley, Ira Couch of Chicago Golf, Art Sweet of Ridgemoor, Douglas Casey of Oak Park, Russell Martin of Flossmoor, Hank Bowbeer of Riverside, John Van Nortwick of Chicago Golf, John Ames of Glen View, Frank Justin of Riv erside, Hunter Hicks of Bob O'Link, Ed Schildberg, Jr., of North Shore, Bill Lain of Beverly, Bill Chambers of Sunset Val ley, Bob Carey of Sunset Valley, Warren Dawson and Gus Fets. Of the more experienced tournament players, Jack Westland is the outstanding performer. Not given to the spectacular, but probably the steadiest and most con sistent player around, Jack came through last season to annex the Western Amateur title. In 1931 he was runner-up to Ouimet in the National Amateur, which placed him on the Walker Cup team in 1932. This spring, again, we see his name on the Walker Cup team for the 1934 matches in Great Britain. Like Westland, George Dawson is very consistent and last season saw him catch his stride again. The first hint of his challenge to all comers was his fine showing in the National Open Cham pionship at North Shore, where he fin ished in the money. He topped it off with winning the Chicago District Amateur at his home club. Chick Evans still masters the irons and at times uncorks the hottest kind of golf. Last year he qualified for the National Amateur and was playing good golf from the tee to the green. The defending cham pion eliminated him in a close match when Chick's putting jinx had him by the hand. A tall, long hitting chap, Don Armstrong by name, has always shown consistently in tournament play to good advantage. He is the present Illinois State Amateur Cham pion, which title he won over the difficult Medinah number three course. Ira Couch, who takes golf with a chuckle and disarming matter-of-factness, has played golf around Chicago for a long time. But his lackadaisical manners have not kept him from being a finalist in the Western Ama teur twice. The remainder of the golfers on this list are consistent performers and, no doubt, will upset the apple cart of fa vorites and come crashing through to vic tories. It is not that they are not able, it is just they haven't clicked as yet, be cause they do have the golf game to go places. 1 he new-comers are headed by Dick Martin, who won the Western Conference Golf title two years in a row while he was a student at the University of Illinois. Since that time he has won the Chicago District Amateur and last year was the runner-up to Dawson in the same event. He is one of the finest shot makers I've seen and can go far in the National Amateur if he can find the time to play in it. Then there is Hunter Hicks, who quali fied for the match play rounds of the Na tional Amateur last year. His golf game, no doubt, will be brushed to a finer point this year than last year — and he was good last season — so watch him. Bill Lain, a long hitter being groomed at Beverly, arose unannounced last season to lead the district qualifying rounds for the National Ama teur. North Shore has a comer in young Ed Schildberg, who won the District Junior Championship for a starter a few years back. Last season he made the veterans wonder what manner of youth this was when he turned in a number of low scores in district events and also qualified to go to Cleveland for the National Amateur. He entered Northwestern last fall, so next year the Big Ten (Continued on page 61) March, 1934 25 For a New Deal in Polo A Discussion of Proposed Changes in Tournament Procedure THE polo kettle is boiling merrily. The National Polo Association is about ready to serve a pretty swell dish to an avid public. Oscar of the Wal dorf would have to work nights to produce a creation that would eclipse this special treat for the equine minded gentry. Since the sensational and unprecedented success of the Indoor Championships last Spring, the Polo Association has been toying with the idea of holding another championship series in Chicago, but varying the system of eliminating the competing teams. The staid, phlegmatic British Tories of fiction are a very radical group, and Union Leaguers a flighty bunch indeed, compared to our Polo Association, so it is little won der that most people are surprised, though immensely pleased, at a proposed change in the tournament procedure. Some sort of change is sadly needed, for, using last year's rules, Chicago would be unable to put a single high goal team on the field. Now that Captain C. A. Wilkinson and Major C. C. Smith are planting trees with the C. C. C. instead of wielding mallets at Fort Sheridan, our only high goal aggre gation is broken up. Even though Smith and Wilkinson were to be invited to enter the Nationals, they would be way off form and unable to play up to their handicaps. There is little opportunity for polo practice in a conservation camp. The situation becomes even more of a muddle when a listing of all the high goal men in the country is consulted. Take a look at the list, printed at the conclusion of this article, and you will see that there are only twelve men in the country with handicaps of six goals or over. Unless a limit is placed upon the total strength of a team, the East would have a terrific edge on the rest of the country in high goal competition. This would be most unfair, and any plan that will split up the high goal men among several new teams will not only improve the game for spectators, by doing away with one sided affairs, but will also put more fast teams in play and help develop new players. Men can only get in the higher rankings by playing in fast company, and an opportunity for this should be provided. Unofficially, the plan being considered by the Moguls of Polo is to divide the country into two sections, East and West, each section to hold an elimination tournament. The teams winning the different classes in each section would meet at a later date, either in New York or Chicago, for a best two- out-of-three championship series. Instead By Jack McDonald of four classes and an open event as last year, there will be three divisions, Senior with a total team handicap of 13 to 18 goals; Junior, with handicaps from 7 to 12 goals; and a third division with handicaps from zero to 6. Arranging a tournament that will suit everyone and that will enable all teams to play their games without long waits be tween matches is a most difficult task, and usually results in plenty of headaches for the committee, but it can be done. Johnny Q. Public, to use a Boake Carterism, is wide awake to the thrills and action fur nished by indoor polo and is beginning to clamor for more and better games. The newspapers are joining in the general chorus, for fast polo makes good copy, and soon the noise will be loud enough to reach the Polo Association in New York. Then we may have a little action, and the polo players west of the Alleghenies will cease to be step-children. If the proposed plan is adopted, a Western tournament will be held with the best teams in the Middle West competing. It is regrettable that the Metropolitan Indoor Tourney, now in prog ress, can not be used as a basis for picking a Western Championship Team in each class. The proposed plan is far from perfect, but seems a decided improvement over the old style of tournament play. Of course it will be most difficult to make expenses on a four day tournament, particularly so if the Association receives the large cash settlement they have asked for. It costs a great deal to bring men and mounts from the East to Chicago, and with only four nights to stage games, well it's a tough nut to crack. It is almost sacrilegious to speak of gate receipts and money in the same breath as Polo, but, after all, someone has to foot the bills, even though Polo has never been tainted with commercialism. Nevertheless, after last year's matches the Polo association received a check for $2,500, the first profit on a National Tournament in ten years. Let's hope that the Polo Association gets smart and awards the Nationals to Chi cago, a city that is acutely polo-minded. Anyone who has ever attended the Nation als in New York can readily see the ad vantages of holding the games in a section that is polo mad. No matter how sophis ticated a man may be, or how used he may be to public acclaim, the applause of a huge crowd will key him up toward play ing a bit better than his usual best. All this storm of words, aroused by the announcement of a tournament system that may not even be adopted, may seem out of proportion, when so little has been said about the excellent games being played weekly at the Chicago Riding Club and at the 124th Field Ar tillery Armory. The most recent game, February 10, was one for the book. All the fireworks, spills, and injuries of the old Roman Circuses. North Shore was out to win over the Green Bay Rustlers, knowing that a win would put them in a tie for first place with the Sixth Corps Area Team. North Shore finally won, 7 to 6J/2, in one of the most gruelling battles ever seen at the Armory, but not until two of the best players in the indoor loop, Herbert Lorber and Lieut. Chris Schuh, had been severely injured. In the third chukker, Lorbers horse fell and rolled on him, bruising him badly and fracturing his collarbone. Schuh, who had been refereeing the games, sub* stituted for Lorber and shortly afterwards was struck in the mouth by a wild mallet swing, causing serious injury. The games this winter have been sin gularly free from accidents, and it is most unfortunate that this clean record should be shattered in one night. Lorber will be laid up for about five weeks, and will prob- ably be unable to play in the Nationals, while Schuh will also be out of the game for some time. Herbert Lorber and Frank Bering have been team mates for seventeen years, last year winning the National Class "B" Title with James Hannah as the third man. Those seemingly miraculous passes and set ups that they make close to the goal are not just luck, but are due to that sixth sense that team mates acquire after many years of tournament play. The sport pages have played up the athletic ability of both these men at great length', but little has been said about their unstinted services for the advancement of polo in the Middle West. The numerous new players, the many men breaking into the higher rank ings, the fine intersectional matches, and the bringing of the Nationals to Chicago last year, all are the results of much hard work by Lorber and Bering. And just when they are tied for first place in the Metropolitan, Lady Luck turns her back on them. Stevens Hammond, who was pressed into service two weeks ago when Cowboy Reed hurt a finger on his stick hand, has ar ranged to play the remainder of the games with the Green Bay Rustlers. Hammond, when well mounted, is one of the hardest men to stop in the indoor game. Two other men like himself, each carrying a two goal handicap, (Continued on page 55) 26 The Chicagoan SheCB. eacon L azes TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN'S CAMERA AND A WESTBOUND MOTORIST ON A NEAR-NORTHSIDE STREET TRACES A SHARP PATTERN, WHILE THE BEACON UPON ITS TREMENDOUS PED ESTAL ATOP THE SOAP MADE AND LIMESTONE BUILDED PALMOLIVE BUILDING AFFORDS A CONTRADICTORY IN SPIRATION TO THE CAMERA OF A. GEORGE MILLER MAURICE SEYMOUR (June G'CDea IN EARLIER DAYS WHEN CHARLES COLLINS WAS THE DRAMA CRITIC FOR THIS MAGAZINE HE PREDICTED A BRILLIANT FUTURE FOR THIS DARKLY BEAUTIFUL IRISH GIRL, THEN APPEARING BRIEFLY AS A PIQUANT FRENCH MAID IN SOME OPERETTA OF THE PERIOD. PROFESSOR COLLINS HAS A WAY OF BEING RIGHT ABOUT THESE THINGS. MISS O'DEA IS NOW THE VERY ATTRACTIVE LOVE INTEREST IN "HOLD YOUR HORSES" Amateur Nights And Some Notes on the Psychology of Acting WHAT makes an actor? Why can John Smith, the Assistant Cashier of the First National Bank, play romantic roles in the productions of the Methodist Church of Glenetka, while' Dick Jones, the Sales Manager of the Ne Plus Ultra Grocery Company, would rather lose an arm than get up before people and pretend to be someone else? The answer might make a fitting subject for a mono graph by Sigmund Freud or Alfred Adler. These explorers into the subconscious would doubtless attribute the urge to act to a latent exhibitionism, a holdover from the infantile desire to attract attention, to be noticed. Or they might expatiate on es cape-mechanisms which drive harassed mor tals to flee from realities to the pleasanter fields of phantasy. What shoe clerk would not give a month's salary to don the habili ments of Cyrano and swash-buckle with the gay blades of Gascony? What elevator boy would not fancy himself in an impec cable tuxedo seducing a debutante? Explain acting in whatever psychological terms you wish, it is undoubtedly one of the supreme forms of egoistic expression. In what other field of endeavor have we anything comparable for pure self-satis faction? Assuming the actor is passably competent, he does his day's work before a continually applauding public. He quits for the day with the plaudits of the multi tude ringing in his ears. It may be ar gued that professional athletes, especially baseball players, enjoy the same opportu nity for self-exploitation. But have you ever seen a hard hitting outfielder strike out three times in a row or a fast short stop let an easy grounder pass through his legs? No plaudits then. It is true that stage performers sometimes come a cropper, but such incidents are the excep tion. No producer will let an actor get before the footlights who has not at least a ten to one chance of doing his chore capably. And contrasted with other busi nesses and professions, the player has an im measurable advantage in public apprecia tion. Who sees the doctor perform the delicate brain operation? Except for a few criminal lawyers whose exploits are re corded in the press, who knows what goes on each day behind the doors of the at torney's office? Who but the sales man ager has any real knowledge of how many Fuller Brushes the drummer sells? No, most of us have to sweat and struggle along with an occasional pat on the back from our superiors or a casual word of thanks from a satisfied customer or client. Dull, very dull, as compared with the lavish appreciation afforded the mime who paints his face, walks without tripping all over By William C, Boyden himself, and speaks another man's thoughts with some slight degree of intelligence. What does this halcyon existence make of the actor? What would it make of you or me? Generally speaking, a somewhat difficult type of human animal. If your hand-claps tell a man that he is great for two hundred nights in a row, that same man is apt to get reasonably interested in his own greatness and to tend to talk about it more than the Fuller Brush man talks about his great salesmanship. If you and I insist on inviting actors to dinner on every possible occasion, is it any wonder that these agreeable gypsies come to be lieve that the world owes them food and drink and that they owe nobody anything? All of this acidulous meandering was brought to mind by at tendance at the first professedly amateur production I have witnessed in some time, the Uptown Players' presentation of If Booth Had Missed. What struck me most forcibly was the thin line of demarcation between amateur and professional players. Here is about the most difficult type of play for actors, a drama in which prac tically every character is a figure out of history. It takes nerve to face an audi ence as Abraham Lincoln or Ulysses S. Grant. Yet these young people, who prac tice law or sell insurance during the day, put on an extremely creditable perform ance. Give any one of a dosen of them six months in a good stock company, and he could hold down most of the jobs on Broadway as well, if not better, than the present professional incumbents. I would defy all the producers in New York to find a boy who could present as convinc ing a Thaddeus Stevens as the one offered by Tom McDermott. Give this young man a little more maturity and a few more years of experience, and he will be heard from. To a less degree the same may be said of Howard Cox, who struggled man fully with the role of Lincoln. A touch more of sureness of delivery and the char acterisation would have been notable. To my personal knowledge Lloyd Faxon, the General Grant of the evening, and Charles Eastman, as Henry Stanberry the Attorney General, have appeared in more different parts than hundreds of so-called profes sionals. They are both thoroughly stage- broken and entirely competent. The play If Booth Had Missed is an in tensely interesting piece of imaginative writing. As the title indicates, it con cerns the hypothetical situation which might have faced Lincoln had he escaped the assassin's bullet. We are used to re garding Lincoln as a superman who could rise triumphant over the most difficult sit uation. It is educational and engrossing to view him in the guise of an ordinary hu man being whose activities were subject to the same sort of attack which is made to day on anyone struggling with the vast complexities of government. Although it may be the hero-worshiper in me, I take some issue with Author Arthur Good man in his interpretation of the possible trend of events if Lincoln had lived. Mr. Goodman's Lincoln fared little better than the ill-fated Andrew Johnson. Somehow I believe Lincoln would have put on a bet ter show. It is an interesting subject for argument. Another excursion into the half-world of the theatre led to Melanie Roll's The Mad Lover, presented by Luther Greene at the Punch and Judy theatre. Here was another side light on acting in the striking illustration of the impossibility of convincing performance when the play is tripe. Raymond Hackett, a handsome young juvenile of considerable experience on stage and screen, suffered gamely for three acts, trying to make his Lord Byron a believable person in face of impossibly stilted dialogue. Another pro fessional of more limited experience, Anne Seymour, likewise worked honestly and sincerely to bring Mary Chaworth to life. At the risk of insulting some paid-up mem bers of Actor's Equity, I voice the opin ion that several of the amateurs in the cast, notably Thornton Coolidge as Beau Brum- mel, might have appeared to the same ad vantage as the above mentioned Uptown Players, had they been working with ade quate dramatic material. The reviewers of the daily press have unlimbered almost every conceivable wise crack about The Mad Lover as a play. As in the case of Marcelite Englander's pro duction of her own Tomorrow Turns Bac\, Mrs. Roll's presentation of her ambitious brain-child is but another proof of the advisability of leaving the job of offering plays to those who make a business of the theatre. As in the case of the actor who finds such difficulty in evaluating his own worth, so the author is obviously incom petent to gauge the potency of his or her own pen. The place to try out the maiden efforts of embryonic playwrights is the ex perimental theatres where one need not im port Hollywood actors, take the public's money nor keep drama critics away from their pinochle. The job of writing a play about Lord Byron is respectfully submitted to Maxwell Anderson. I nearly forget. No one called The Mad Lover a MelanKolly evening. March, 1934 29 Opera in the Black A Summary of the Month V Musical Events By Karleton Hackett THE close of the opera season found Messrs. Woodruff, Papi and Longone patting each other on the back and smiling broadly at all and sundry. They had got the public going, and the theatre is for the public. No public, and the doors are shut on black emptiness. That final week they were "in the black;" which is different. A full week of grand opera, seven performances, which showed an actual operating profit of $2,- 768.20. That hangs up a record for the boys to shoot at. A striking fact : For every performance, save two at the beginning of the season, every one of the cheap seats was sold out solid! What social prestige goes with a seat in the second gallery? And if none, why do people go? Manifestly to hear the music. If there are such a number of peo ple who wish to hear the music, then opera justifies itself and should be supported on cultural grounds, as are The Art Institute and The Public Library. The police even had to be called to clear the box office of clamorous would-be buyers who would not believe the ticket- sellers who told them there were no more seats. (Curious, how wellnigh universal is the disbelief in the truthfulness of the men in the box office.) In one jam a woman was.knocked down and, alas, had a leg broken. But be not alarmed, since the management, contemplating such a possibil ity, had taken out the appropriate insur ance. The novelties, Tumn- dot and Le Coq d'Or, added distinction to the season. Turandot was as brilliant a show as you ever saw, and with greater value to the music than most of us ex pected. But it was not, alas, the familiar Puccini of the mellifluous melodies for the singers to sing and, so, was a disappoint ment to the generality. Why Puccini, a man theatre-wise if ever there was one, should have in his age deliberately turned away from his true powers and giving all the music to the orchestra, left his singers with naught but dramatic declamation, is one of those questions. The modern or chestra is the composer's Nemesis. Rosa Raisa, Puccini's own choice for the title role, gave everything she had, and it was hard work. Marion Claire did her part effectively. Papi brought all the music from the score. Le Coq d'Or was delightful. Paul Kerby conducted with imagination and force. Muriel Grodemange made a pretty picture as The Queen, and Lucille Meusel sang the aria beautifully. The ballet played up in style and the whole thing had color and movement. Rimsky- Korsakoff wrote fasci nating music, but Russian fairy tales are not our tales. So Le Coq d'Or will be the beloved of the intelligent and afford them grateful opportunity to bewail the lack of appreciation in the generality. Well, they ought to get that much from the price of their boxes. Tito Schipa was in fine form. Carlo Morelli made a real impression. Sigrid Onegin gave a forceful performance. Lu cia Diana, Mildred Gerber and Norman Cordon made good. Henry Weber was a tower of strength. Ruth Page and Harald Kreutzberg made Ravel's Bolero a brilliant spectacle. The success, artistic and finan cial, seems to assure a season next year. SlR HAMILTON HARTY as guest conductor with the symphony proved the happiest kind of choice. That he should show himself a genial Irishman was to be expected, but we had not been prepared to find him a leader of such power. The program was not promising to the eye, the Sibelius Second symphony and the Mozart Serenade for string orches tra, with Delius and Stanford thrown in, but as soon as he was fairly under way he had everybody eating right out of his hand. Poetic in conception, with both force and delicacy, and that command which marks the leader of men. The Mo zart was one of the most exquisite bits ever heard in Orchestra Hall. Arnold Schoernberg, the red terror of the musical revolution, was, however, gen tle as any sucking dove. The Ver\laerte J^acht was as sweetly sentimental as our recollection had painted it, but the lack of Mr. Stock's deft blue pencil was sorely felt, since Mr. Schoernberg gave it com plete. The Five Pieces for Orchestra have no longer the shock of twenty years ago; too much water has flowed under the bridges. Logical enough, if one cares for that, but neither exciting, disturbing nor intriguing. Good textbooks for students of the new art, perhaps, but futile in the concert hall. The Bach Prelude and Fugue in Schoern- berg's arrangement for orchestra brought no revelation of recondite truth. Pretty hard for a revolutionist to keep in the van these days. On the same program Mr. Stock gave an impressive performance of the Chausson symphony. The men were on their toes, in a manner of speak' ing, to show their mettle to the distin guished visitor, and played their best. It was the same the week before in their playing of Strauss' Thus Spa\e Zarathustra, which, all things considered, is the best of the tone-poems; the most imaginative in conception and honest in the mode of expression. Ossip Gabrilowitsch gave a superb per- formance of the Brahms D Minor piano concerto. A few chips which fell amiss failed to mar the breadth of the conception or the mastery of the setting forth. The Berlioz Fantastic symphony, how ever, was a disappointment. The fantasy of other days had faded and it all sounded drab. Has the music gone or did they fail to catch its spirit? Something wrong somewhere. It was with profound relief to the well- wishers of the orchestra that the powers that be showed evidence of bestirring them selves regarding the practicalities. The time has come, in fact had come many moons since, when something must be done about selling the orchestra to Chicago, as the saying is. That it can be done, the tickets sold and the necessary guarantee raised, is not to be doubted. But it will not do itself. Somebody must take hold with a will, which, seemingly, they have at long last decided to do. Power to them. Lily Pons closed the subscription series for the Girl Scouts at the Auditorium with great popular acclaim. A charming person with brilliant gifts but, alas, suffering from prima donnaitis. She sings the fioreture with distinctive quality, the extreme high notes are of peculiar purity, but she will sing flat. Learn to take the bitter with the sweet and look pleasant. The Minneapolis symphony orchestra has a conductor, Eugene Ormandy. He has the gift and has made his orchestra into a responsive body. The Beethoven Seventh had breadth and power; very fine. The Kodlay Hary Janos he made a genuine delight. It was Hungarian and under his deft touch the pomposities and extravagances sounded just right. That mode of utterance is merely their spontaneous manner of ex pression. The real thing. He closed the Girl Scout series with an "extra" that was most welcome. Very glad we had the chance to hear him and his band. 30 The Chicagoan JLtta Lr< ¦U oris A LIVING, BREATHING REFUTATION OF THE TRADITION WHICH HOLDS HEFT AND GIRTH INDISPENSABLE TO THE PROPER DELIVERY OF VALID SONG, SHE COUPLES WITH GREAT PERSONAL CHARM THE FRENCH GRACE OF MANNER AND THE FINE ITALIAN INSTINCT FOR SINGING, A COM BINATION IN PERFECT ATTUNE WITH THE DEMANDS OF THE THEATRE. SHE CLOSED THE SUBSCRIPTION SERIES FOR THE GIRL SCOUTS AT THE AUDITORIUM MATSON LINE AN UNUSUAL VIEW OF WAI- KIKI BEACH WITH THE ROYAL HAWAIIAN HOTEL IN THE FOREGROUND AND THE MOANA-SEASIDE ON THE LEFT NATIVE HAWAIIAN SINGERS GIVE DAILY CONCERTS OF OLD ISLAND SONGS IN THE PALM COURT OF THE ROYAL HAWAIIAN HOTEL ADJACENT Vacation Places A PHOTO-STORY BY DOLLAR LINES THE S. S. PRESIDENT COOLIDGE ENTERING THE FAMOUS GATUN LAKES- OF THE PANAMA WATER-WAY 32 The Chicagoan ANADIAN PACIFIC PARADISE In Easy Sailing WILLARD D. PLANT PALM AVENUE, PANAMA, CANAL ZONE, LEADS TO THE ADMINISTRATION BUILDINGS THROUGH THIS ENCHANTING VISTA OF ROYAL PALMS NATIVES OF KINGSTON, JA MAICA, ARE PHOTOGRAPHED IN FRONT OF THE THATCH- ROOFED HUT WHICH SERVES THEM AS A HOME THE S. S. PRESIDENT COOLIDGE IS SHOWN BEING TOWED THROUGH THE PEDRO MIGUEL LOCKS March, 1934 33 > BICYCLE RACING March I I — Six Day Bicycle Race. Chicago Stadium. WESTERN CONFERENCE BASKETBALL March 3 — Northwestern at Chicago; Indiana at Purdue; Iowa at Wisconsin (final); Ohio State at Notre Dame. March 5 — Purdue at Illinois (final); Indiana at Michigan (final); Minnesota at Wis consin; Ohio State at Western Reserve (final). March 12 — Notre Dame at Minnesota (final). NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE Black Hawks Home Games March I — New York Rangers vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. March A — Montreal Maroons vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. March 8 — Detroit Red Wings vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. March 13 — Toronto Maple Leafs vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium (final). Stanley Cup playoff schedule not arranged. FLORIDA WINTER SPORTS March 4, II, 18, 25 — Aquatic Sports Carnival, Miami Beach. March 16, 17, 18 — Miami Biltmore Mixed Doubles Tennis Championship, Miami Beach. March 20 — Florida State women's golf championship, Miami Beach. •iiiiiii 34 The Chicagoan Spring Chills and Fevers The Sports World's- Temperature Is Taken By Kenneth D. Fry SPRING, overrated as a season, is here. (Interval of twenty minutes, while wondering what to write next. Oh, well, might as well hear Fred Allen. Too bad he can't play third base.) The silly period is almost upon us. Shortly the baseball clubs will trek to warmer spots, toting excess luggage in the form of baseball scribes, who will solemnly play golf all day and then write inspired copy concerning charley-horses. The ball clubs go south at this time of year for what is laughingly called a training period. As a matter of fact they will lose money — cash — but the time spent and money wasted will serve to get them back in the public prints to such an extent that Opening Day will be another greatest opening day in the history of the National Game. Fortynine people I haven't heard from since last Sep- tember will invite me to lunch next week and subtly suggest a pass for today. En' graving room foremen will curse sports editors for dumping eight column layouts on them at 3:35 P. M., GST, over an NBC-WJZ network — hold that, simply 3:35 P. M. This business is becoming a habit. (Ten years of newspaper training went to waste hereabouts.) Well, we're getting along. We got by Fred Allen and I just kicked the radio in the teeth, thereby eliminating a piano team. Spring is pretty much here because Charlie Grimm, the jovial, banjo-playing boss of the Cubs, stepped before a local microphone and became, in keeping with an ancient custom, an ambassador of good will and optimism by predicting great things for the Cubs. So that is that. Meanwhile dull days, while baseball has been gathering force, have been enlivened by several matters of resounding impor tance. One of our papers spread, in large type, the stupendous news that Pat Malone, the burly, high strung Cub pitcher, would be traded, etc. Less than a week later that same paper carried the story that Pat had signed after a brief conference with Presi dent Walker, while rival sheets chortled with glee and plastered pictures over front pages depicting Malone in a conversational love feast with Prexy Walker. The saddest and most useless baseball event foisted upon the public of late was the feeble and futile gesture toward rein stating Shoeless Joe Jackson, a pitiful figure of the Black Sox scandal. Commissioner Landis curtly dismissed the case with one of his usual masterpieces of brevity and conclusiveness. And rightly so. It is somewhat mystifying that interviews with Jackson the next day indicated that Landis had asked Joe to apply for reinstate ment. At the risk of being wrong, I don't believe it. Poor old Joe got it in the neck and he deserved it. But why, in the name of Christian charity and the Lenten season, drag him back for exhibition purposes? He's too old to play baseball. And if he man aged a minor league club — which seemed to be the idea — well, that's silly, too. A lot of people would pay money to see a beaten old man who went wrong, and that's the way the public would take it all. The fifth Old Fashioned and the Black Sox case are two things to be let alone. I hope I'm not softening up in my old age. Powel Crosley, Jr., a young fellow who has made money out of radio, certainly learned about the baseball business from his new National League pals. He bought the Cincy Reds on Feb. 4, and Dazzy Vance on Feb. 6. Maybe he's going to use Dazzy on the radio. It is this depart ment's duty and pleasure to report that the late and unlamented fight game continues its blithe way to oblivion. Barney Ross, who's a great fighter, a fine lightweight champion, and the best handled boy in years (bows to Winch and Pian) , won over old man Billy Petrolle, of Duluth, who's handled by Jack Hurley, who's also one of the best. Having loosened up to the extent of a couple compliments, Petrolle's retirement from ring activities — and it's about time — brings a slightly bewildered frown to this old brow, since he kicked about Ross "carrying him." Even if it's true, I don't believe it. And what of it? Anyhow, there's a great deal of head shaking about the proposed Barney Ross- Jimmy McLarnin setto. If Ross can take Petrolle so easily, then he can take Mc Larnin, who isn't getting any younger. Kindly stop worrying about Ross. My erstwhile colleagues in the sports writing business have been saying that Ross has been overmatched ever since he started. I used to think so myself. The only differ ence is that I can change my mind. Furthermore, it's too bad the yarn about Jack Hurley stepping into Madison Square Garden proved unfounded. At least, it hasn't materialized yet. Jack Dempsey who comes up with such an astonishingly smart remark now and then that someone should get wise and hire him, says the Garden kills fights. No, the fighters do that, but the Garden helps. And plenty. Tying up the large chumps who masquerade as prize fighters is killing, or has killed, the racket. Give Hurley the Garden and let Dempsey be matchmaker. I'm full of other ideas, too, and not about blondes, either. January brought a total of $41,000 in gross gate receipts at boxing and wrestling matches in Illinois. $32,000 of that was produced by the Jim Londos-Joe Savoldi farce. No further comment is needed to tell the present state of affairs. New York might be considered a hick town but the boys were not sucked in by that King Levinsky fight, 4,500 people turning out, including ushers, judges, and the Levinsky family, who got passes. The boys turned on eulogies for Max Schmeling when Steven Hamas gave the Black Uhlan a going over at Philadelphia. Why? Schmeling's record doesn't call for so much wasted space. Max is still a fair fighter. He should work at twenty rounds. He can't collect his thoughts in ten. It's high time someone got out a club and went after Baer and Camera for Soldier Field this summer. That thing would do more to revive what's left of the business than anything you could think of during the rest of the year. Why not lay off both those guys until they get religion and see the light? Much to my disgust, the mellow mood continues. Even Ty Cobb is an old softy. Says he took baseball too seriously. Well, anyhow, at the moment Purdue is going along the usual path in Big Ten basketball. Nobody is going to knock the Boilermakers off their perch this winter. Iowa was the first to beat Purdue and it just goes to show what can be done when people quit kicking a victim around. The most healthy movement in middle college sports is Iowa's comeback. The Hawkeye field house, seating around 11,000, is too small to handle the crowds. Despite the intricacies and breaking up of the game basketball hangs on to its popu larity. I still like an old idea that branded basketball as a game in which ten players should be sent onto the floor, given a ball, and let along for forty minutes with out an official to clutter up the premises. C/ASUAL COMMENTS ON CURRENT conditions: Bobby Jones seems to be yearning for another whack at competition. My God, doesn't anyone ever mean what he says? I was so sure of Jones. If he steps into a match I'm going out and get drunk. Maybe I will anyway. Any offers? United States Lawn Tennis officials continue to like the way our Davis Cup team is run And I used to think they were smart With all the respect and (Continued on page 59) March, 1934 35 The attitude of a man toward his clothes — what is fashionable, what is good taste — varies with the eras. Two decades ago Strict Formality was the watch word in dress; men dressed more carefully, more metic ulously, than now. With this new era (i.e. the New Deal) a new attitude toward clothes has become evident. Now the desire is to be well dressed without being dressed up; to appear non chalant and "easily" dressed and to despair of over-dress ing. A sort of cult of in formality has come to be, a careful carelessness — except, of course, in the case of the unrelenting day or evening formal wear. There is, true, a tendency toward a trifle more formality in Town dress, but it is still an easy formality. While Country clothes are going more and more informal. And under present condi tions this is not strange. of he J\e For this casual smartness can be satisfactorily attained only by adept artisans who can produce fine, hand- tailored clothes; the average workman just doesn't have the ability, the touch. And what with Codes and all, it is the average and the in ferior workman, never highly paid, whose wages have jumped, and the fine artisan, always well-paid, whose wages remain about the same. The economic result is: bet ter values in finely built clothes than ever before. The illustrations on this page carry out the casual smartness theme. The ath letic silhouette — broad shoul ders, easily tapered waist, comfortable fullness in the trousers — is maintained in the three suited figures: the single-breasted and double- breasted jackets and the single-breasted model on the more portly, matured figure. (The last mentioned is an excellent example of how the new casual smartness of dress aids the over-sized man.) The topcoated figure wears a full, loose-hanging, Raglan shouldered model with mil itary collar, slash pockets and leather buttons. The style is an adaptation of the famous Scottish shooting cape, and an example of this same new casual smartness in topcoats. 36 The Chicagoan Just About My Happiest Birthday A Word or Fifteen Hundred Upon a Natal Holiday By Edward Everett Altrock BIRTHDAYS come and birthdays go and the next long river's the Jordan. And I've always thought it was at Jordan's-Near-the-Old-Sauk where I prob ably spent my happiest birthday anniver sary. Not that I haven't had some mighty pleasant birthday celebrations right here in Chicago — the greatest railroad center in the world — but My Birthday at Jordan's, as I usually call it, stands out like a sore thumb in my memories of good times had past and present. I never did know how I'd got that sore thumb; probably mashed it in while crushing ice. Jordan's-Near-the-Old-Sauk (not that gentleman who is always sitting nodding out in front of Sylvester's general store — that's old man Mennafee and he's been that way for years) is not what you would call densely populated. In fact a cross-section of the population (those who are forever getting out of bed on the wrong side) would reveal about the same sort of thing that you'd find under a log. FEBRUARY 1, 1934 I wonder why Uncle Charles wanted me to write things in this book. Just because his thumb is sore from crushing ice he has to go and make me write things in this book. What's to write, I'd like to know? The ship is steaming along beautifully, but I don't know how the hell far we are out of Port Arthur. And I don't dare ask Uncle Charles, because he is as sore as his sore thumb. Maybe Mr. Brauerbottle, the first mate, could tell me. Say, it's cold here; I just wonder if there's a little nip on the galley shelf. FEBRUARY 6, 1934 Well, I sure have missed a few days or two of writing in the log book. Some good jinnee must of seen me writing about won dering if there was a little nip on the galley shelf. On account of just then in come the swellest little almond-eyed Japanese beauty I ever laid my almond eyes on. Naki is her name. I been showing her the ship for the past few days. I showed her the hold, too, and all around. I'm going to ask can I take Naki home as a birthday present to Cousin Edward. Naki, I found out, means in Japanese "Not-for-All-the-Rice-in- China." Pretty kind of name I thought. Probably birthdays at Jordan's-Near-the-Old-Sauk aren't what they used to be. But then, isn't everything in a state of constant flux? And the flux of wild geese that used to fly over Jordan's in season. Sometimes out of season, too — silly geese. I'll never forget the Eve of My Birthday. A small but plump little goose named Carioca (after my Aunt Rhea) came wandering into the kitchen where the womenfolk were baking my birthday cake. She was wearing a Mickey Mouse mask and as she waddled rather ungainly (she'd been eating heavily all day and anyway she couldn't see through the mask because it didn't have any eye holes) into the kitchen she looked for all the world as though she were wearing a Mickey Mouse mask. JJawned the morning of the anniversary of my natal day — my natal holiday really, because I didn't have to go to school or down to the office or whatever I was doing at the time. My! what a stack of presents there were. There was a tandem bicycle from Mae West — a "bicycle built for two," as she put it in her nice little note. Janet Gaynor sent a checked cap that was a bit too large for me, but nice. Clive Brook sent me a waffle iron with a little line about the "irony of it all" which I didn't think was very funny. Uncle Horace Peterkin gave me a mitten; I'm to get the other mitten for Christmas; then I'll have a pair. Walt Dis ney sent a pair of rubbers and Ed Graham sent me an old phonograph record — Nora Bayes singing Old Bill Bailey. Lenore Ulric gave me a lovely hand- embroidered hot-rolls cover that had hand- embroidered on it "Hot Rolls." It was in black and blue — to match my shins on the next day, she said. Little Naki sent the log from my Uncle Franz's good ship Port Arthur. A handsome pair of pliers came from the Alfred Lunts, and Lynn had scrib bled a word or two of greeting about them — you can guess what. Charlie Riley sent me a riding crop with a note about "always having cream for my coffee." The joke was on him, because I don't use cream in my coffee; in fact I don't use coffee. Jimmy Durante sent me a real rhum-blossom, stuffed and mounted. Frank ("Bring-'Em- Back- Alive") Buck sent me a seven year old cougar, neither stuffed nor mounted. That certainly "played the cat and banjo" (raised hell), as Kipling says, with the party. Until the cougar sat up and took off his head and turned out to be Hal Totten. Dorothy Parker sent a hand carved beer mug and the Cunard people sent a schooner. Franchot Tone sent Joan Craw ford. Mrs. Sebastian who lives next door sent a note asking me to pop in that evening. I did. She looked lovely in green chiffon; the library was in green, also, and the books in Morocco. Mr. Sebastian was in Morocco, too; that's why Mrs. Sebastian sent the note. Well, it certainly was a gay day. The papers carried my picture and a story about the party. One picture in the K[ews showed George Rector and me cutting my cake. Each of us had a huge cake knife. Mr. Rector was cutting the cake, and it looked like I was cutting Mr. Rector, but I wasn't at all. Anyway the cake knife they gave me was papier-mache. New York and Washington pipers copied. And along toward sundown, with everybody a little tired but happy, I received a telegram. That really made the day. It really made it "just about my happiest birthday." The message was from the President. It read, "Say, what do you think this is? Tour birthday?" /&>£& /V&/£f "Sissy !" March, 1934 37 Wk idi o wouldn t tread on atr — wi d itk <y A print dress with a new square neck trimmed with pleated organdy was de signed for Leschin by Milgrim. — Leschin. A brown and cream print, two piece dress, with tan wool three-quarter length coat. The dress has crystal buttons and buckle. — Powell. Two piece navy blue suit with wind blown collar trimmed in blue fox. The dress has a light blue top. — N. A. Hanna. ^y one of these Spring nsernotes . hies ? few A dress and cape in brown and white wool tweed with white silk pique trim. Worn with a hat of brown straw cloth. — McAvoy. A sheer wool navy dress under a coral coat of imported Meyer's wool. Silver clasp and buttons. — Saks-Fifth Avenue. Photographs by Maurice Seymour A dress and sleeveless jacket of brown and white crinkled crepe trimmed in flying squir rel fur. A bag to match. — Blackstone Shop. o)he II Larch of Styles KAUFMANN V FABRY Four piece suit (two piece silk dress), contrasting colors. Wool skirt that can be worn with top of silk dress, and wool coat. — Mandel Brothers. MAURICE SEYMOUR Two piece black wool suit trimmed with silver fox ¦fur, dress top of white crinkled crepe, an extremely effective composition. — Jacques. FORBATH W REJANE The new Muriel King swagger suit, one of the smartest of this American designer's creations for Spring. From the Fashion Center, Marshall Field. of he Styles of 1 1 Larch Two piece suit of brown crepe with white waffle pique and organdy trim. Off-the-face straw-cloth hat with ribbon trim. — Martha Weathered. 40 The Chicagoan Fashion Trends Significant Notations on the Modes of the Moment By Mrs. Ford Carter We are in for a fit of the blues this season, ranging from the navy and soft blues, and including Patou's sapphire, to the most delicate shades for evening. However, I still predict our smartest women will be seen in black and white. • This season Schiaperelli's silhouette is not only named, but has become a veritable typhoon, and usually swirls to the back. The other couturiers indicate the continuance of the windblown movement by placing the fullness in front, with the use of godets and plaits in the skirt, and jabots and bows at the neckline. You may be buttoned up the front or down the back this season, but you must have at least one street or sport model to fit this description. Talons and hooks of leather, buttons of cork, wood, bone and metal, and even those resembling lumps of coal are used on the smartest models. With Chanel sponsoring aviators1 wings for ear-rings and hair ornaments, and butterfly bows at the neck and waist, Mar cel Rochas showing a black gown with a white sea-gull on the bodice, Worth, large butterfly of pastel feathers at the neck line, and hats with entire birds upon them, it certainly looks as though we would be up in the air when making a selection. The silhouette is narrow and slenderising, flat at the sides, with all fullness at the back or front. Narrow skirts are slit to give freedom in walking. Many trains are shown,1 but are not practical for spring. Sashes of wide taffeta ribbon, and bustle tendencies on some evening gowns, give a hobbled effect. Watch your sleeves, all lengths, including short three-quar ter with fullness over elbow, also bracelet lengths and sleeves with the snug cuff line. With your new spring taillier or redingote, carry one of the large mannish linen or foulard handkerchiefs. Gloves with deep flaring cuffs made of the material of your gown are correct for evening. Those in net are particularly chic, and may be worn with the newest of the tailored net evening gowns. Speaking of net, you can't possibly forego one of these enchanting models, or one of the new blouses of printed net, or, better still, one of the string colored net, for your new tweed suit. How would you like a pair of white glased kid gloves, spotted with blue polka dots, to be worn with your sports cos tume of white with navy blue trim? It will be hard to resist the flounced petti-coat, either in taf feta or cream-colored crepe, to be worn under dark evening gowns. Or the chiffon capelet contrasting in color, as brown over very light blue, or white over black. With the new suits with short, fitted jackets and dipping waist-line in back, wear one of the new blouses with a frilled jabot or butterfly. A black satin bow worn with the simple tailored blouse is stunning. Don't be hypnotised by the wealth of smart accessories, and buy impulsively. Decide whether you are to be bird, butterfly or the smart tailored type. There has never been a time when you could suit your individual taste, and become a person ality, as at the present. Whichever type you decide upon, carry it through your entire wardrobe. This can easily be done if you have decided upon the modern silhouette. You can not only be simple and tailored during the day, but with the new evening suits for semi and informal wear, and with the simple model with the crisp lines, it jnay be carried out in the new taffetas or cotton nets. For instance, can you imag ine anything smarter for evening than the new tailored redin gote of net or lace? On the other hand, if you prefer to be the portrait type, choose a dressmaking suit and go in for your ruffles and plaits, off-shoulder and picturesque type, in your evening attire. Draw a distinct line between your formal evening with a low decol lete both front and back, but sometimes with long sleeves, and your informal suit, instep length, to be worn with a hat. WOOLS Cotton like wool Wool like cotton TWEEDS Soft sheers Crepes Alpaca MATERIALS SILKS Heavy crepes Few satins, plain and printed Taffetas in a big way SHEERS Nets Chiffons Laces Organsas COTTONS Crashy towel-like ma terials, some like heavy knits, not on ly for day, but high style for evening COLORS— HIGH STYLES DAY EVENING Black Navy and nearly all shades of blue Black Some gray still in picture White Pastel shade frocks worn under dark coats Pastel Blue Some bright greens and yellowish reds for sepa rate frocks Some pastel pink March, 1934 Spring is in the (flair "Head o' Curls," designed by the Marshall Field Beauty Salon, is a flatter ing frou-frou of soft bou- clette curls. "Victorian" by Delgard of the Dorothy Gray .S'alon, is reminiscent of lavender and old lace, with its high- piled ringlets. "Neo-Classic" by Arnold Faxe of Mandel Brothers Beauty Salon, proves that the glory that was Greece is influencing today's coiffures. "Piquante" by Mr. Mario of the Elizabeth Arden Salon, illustrates a distinc tive coiffure that is prac tical for everyday use. "Streamline," designed for Miss Jane Rowe by John of the Helena Rubinstein Salon, is ultra-modern with its sleek flat lines and upward lilt. "Dinner at Eight," designed in Stevens' Powder Box, shows the upward trend in coiffures, away from the face and up from the neckline. The Chicagoan Natalie Moorhead, actress and singer, as charming to the eye as she is to the ear, achieves perfect soignee in the alliance of her new hat with her new coiffure. CoifC onsciousness Overcomes the Hat-Bent Shopper By Lillian M. Cook THE first robin may be news to an alert reporter, but to a woman, nothing says Spring more definitely than a shop window filled with new hats. Between hat and head lie many important rites concerning coiffures, whereby we enter the picture with chatter of this and that. One attempt to wear a juvenile sailor hat or one of Alphon- sine's precariously anchored pastel felts over last season's coif fure probably will be disappointing, and a close, mirrored inspection may be downright alarming. It isn't enough that hair becomes too bushy and long, and that permanent waves grow out. Chicagoans face a daily brigade of arid interiors and smpggy streets that do no one good, and take a particu larly vicious toll from the hair. It is a rare person whose hair has not become dry almost to the point of being brittle at this time of year. Since the success of the new bonnet depends on a carefully waved coiffure, and the appearance of the coif fure reflects the health of the hair, Spring brings us auto matically to the threshold of the beauty salon. jMandel brothers, who do so much to make beautying-up a pleasant process, are particularly kind to ailing hair. Right now everyone is asking for their Ogilvie Reconditioning Oil Treatment, which begins with an antiseptic lotion. The lotion is followed by the oil, which is steamed into the scalp and then removed with an olive-castile shampoo. The hair is luxuriously dried by hand, and then the scalp is mas saged until it glows. A vigorous brushing follows the mas sage, and finally an herbal pomade is rubbed in. This treatment turn* the hair from straw into spun silk in the space of an hour, and it will make your head feel suspended in midair, instead of resting leadenly on your shoulders. It may be had at Saks'Fifth Avenue and Stevens as well as at Mandel Broth ers. Another Mandel hair feature is the High-Light treatment, usually given in conjunction with the Reconditioning Oil, which is a gentle form of henna that puts glints into blonde hair, and dancing lights into brunette. Arnold Faxe, hair stylist, has returned from his European travels brimming with ideas for new coiffures. See him if you feel inarticulate about The Casual Smartness of This Topcoat Cannot Be Successfully Imitated The highest type of hand tailoring is required to produce a coat of this character. Its easy natural manner of draping and fitting is not to be found in the conventional topcoat. Few fabrics respond more readily to the soft construction than the tweeds and Shetlands in which this coat is featured. It is supremely comfortable and, at the same time, gives its wearer unmistakable distinction. HAND TAILORED FOR US BY WALTER MORTON $65 LONDON DETROIT CHICAGO OUTFITTERS TO GENTLEMEN 100 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE March, 1934 43 Tfake a Pleasure-Planned Trip to on the QUEEN of BERMUDA and MONARCH of BERMUDA Each over 22,400 gross tons YOUR Furness trip is "pleasure-planned" from the start! Dancing — at sea on a brilliant $250,000 dance deck, ashore at a leading resort hotel! Swimming — at sea in a great tiled pool, ashore at a dozen coral beaches! Sports — at sea on an enormous Sports Deck, ashore on celebrated golf courses, championship tennis courts, in sail boats, speed-boats, or on bicycles! Such a trip is only possible when you sail to Bermuda on these great vessels . . . the only liners afloat providing a private bath with every room. And how you will enjoy their Bermuda-planned pleasure facilities, includ ing night-club cafes, cocktail bars, "talkies," ship-to-shore phones! SAILINGS TWICE WEEK LY FROM NEW YORK DIRECT TO THE DOCK IN HAMILTON 60 ROUND TRIP up INCLUDING PRIVATE BATH Apply local agent or Furness Bermuda Line, 307 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago, III. fmimuctess leads the way to Bermuda Q)ld-fashioned Hospitality awaits you HOTEL SIO OUTSIDE ROOMS Each with tub and shower bath 2: Afew at «2.5° and up CADILLAC SQUARE at BATES STREET i DETROIT Three reasons why HOTEL La SALLE is Chicago's favorite place to dine! 1. Joseph Tyroler — Catering Manager — whose skill and experience has contributed to the success of hundreds of important dinner parties of prominent Chicagoans. 2. Jean Louis Gasabat — Parisian Chef of International fame — a past^master at menu selection and enticing food preparation. 3. The Rockwood Room — The Coffee Shop — The Old English Tap Room — providing in each an inviting environment — deft, cheerful service — the best to be had in food, wines, liquors — at really attractive prices. This HOOH—or TOHIGHT TOU WILL EXLJOY HOTEL La SALLE LaSalle Street at Madison This SPARTON Will Be Sure to Please! Chicago's new favorite for A. C. or D. C. Current. It's a 5-rube superhetrodyne, short and long wave set with electro-dynamic speaker, volume control, illu minated dial and C | built-in aerial. *^ Complete with tubes 32 .SO WAKEM & WHIPPLE, Inc. DISTRIBUTORS 225 E. Illinois St. WHItehall 6740 44 The Chicagoa* Jerry Norris is the other half of the love interest in Hold Your Horses. A fitting vis-a-vis for Miss June O'Dea, Mr. Norris is a very personable young man with a good voice, who lends to juvenile roles a touch of the old haut monde. your hair, and he will direct the hairdresser who gives you your wave. Next door, at Stevens Powder box, blonde hair is given the very sympathetic attention it requires. Bleaching is particu larly successful because of a Special Shampoo originated in this shop. It includes an oil treatment, a bleach, an egg shampoo and lemon rinse, all of which lighten the hair, but leave it soft, glossy and ready for a permanent wave. This shop has the Piero Paris permanent wave with its beneficial oil masque. Marshall field's Lanchere Beauty Salon js headquarters for the famous MacGregor treatments and preparations. For hair that has had to contend with bleaches, dyes and hairdryers, as well as the weather, they recommend an oil called the MacGregor Hair Reconditioner. The Mac Gregor Tonics for Dry and Oily Hair, respectively, have a stimulating effect on the abnormal glands which cause those conditions, and the Heather Bloom tonic helps to overcome a flaky scalp. These preparations are available in treatments at the salon, and also you may receive instructions for using them at home. The Marshall Field Annex boasts a specialist who will solve hair problems that require expert attention. He is F. V. Lockefer, tricologist, and in his clinical-looking office he holds continual open house to all types of scalp disorders. His treat ments are chemical, mechanical, and electrical, and are tre mendously effective in prolonging the life and improving the health of troublesome hair. Baker and Vogel, known individually to hundreds of Chica- goans, have joined forces in a modern shop in the Stevens Building. The new equipment and colorful setting make it an attractive place in which to be refurbished. They have a highly satisfying hair treatment using a rich, nourishing oil called Inecto Loxol, and are already giving many Easter per manent waves. Over on the Avenue, The Dorothy Gray Salon puts win ter-weary hair into condition for a new permanent wave by alternating a hot oil shampoo with a bi-weekly stimulating tonic rub and brushing. After the permanent wave, Delgard will remodel your old coif into something decidedly 1934. Digressing from hair for a moment, Doro thy Gray has the best cosmetic news in many months. It is °^ 7^0 3/7 cia 'a> to ** n* 'Otitic you» *°K in // Co, "*^a„s LEY -~;,'fyr***. '^£1 -'or /•/-. * ens«mblt «lru -- cAl/FOD;." " *«1?*"<*KS "out; »es R$2 oo m USh M ch Ost ¦vera arge nod ges. ¦00. «or >cr/. ordt Qtld erd era re Pri and H PA ces 'tint ol. Hol.$ on No vo?2e ^ *vii mi ¦¦50. 250 li/rj urn D rive win A*KlN{ a^o/ph ^nd Koo "p- 75 cfo. step out.rj it°«ri, J/o( car £S tun urs March, 1934 45 (jUE^flE UOU GO M0W1 til Ski Skate Tobo^an uisfote u<ru ao oowi to Ride Golf Tennis Pedal JjSt CAx/wu)^ CDbcLsiq ihw&i uou up! v Half the fun of a holiday depends upon your being healthy and lovely. Healthy so that you can enjoy every minute to its utmost. Lovely so that you will excite admiration wherever you go. And it is he- cause preparedness along these lines counts for so very much that Elizabeth Arden suggests that, prior to your departure, you come to her Salon and he endowed with health and beauty. Another thing. You don't 'want to waste precious days of your holiday hurting all over from unac customed exercise, do you? And Oh how skiing, swimming, riding and bicycling can hurt if you are muscle-bound after months of inertia. What to do about it? Just thist Go to Elizabeth Arden's Salon and tell the Directress of Exercise 'what your plans are. Are you going to swim? She will put you through all the motions, get those muscles that are utilized for swimming in good running order, and by the time you go South you will not only be in excellent condition for sport and fun, but you will be beautiful too. Are you going to ski ? Miss Arden knows just which parts of you take the punishment, and in a jiffy she will have you suppled up so that you will be able to enjoy the first day as much as the last, without a twinge of pain. Are you going to ride a bicycle? It is wise, then, to stretch out on a satin mat in Miss Arden's Exercise Department and under the direc tion of an interested instructor pedal away and get every leg muscle into play. This will also aid you in recovering your balance, an essential Qualifica tion for bicycling. Are you going to stay at home? Then, by all means go to Elizabeth Arden s Salon and have your circulation stimulated, your body limbered and firmed by special exercises which are as much fun as they are effec tive. You will feel as exuberantly alive and healthy as if you had gone North or South. And don't forget to ask about tbe Ardena Face Treat ment which introduces a sensational new salve! For an appointment please telephone Superior 6952. ELIZABETH ARDEN 70 East Walton Place • Chicago NEW YORK LONDON PARIS ©i Elizabeth Arden 1934 TORONTO a new Salon Facial Package, containing the three basic prep arations for daily skin care. The treatment for dry skin includes Cleansing Cream, Orange Flower Skin Lotion, and Special Mixture Cream. That for normal and oily skins con' tains Cleansing Cream, Texture Lotion and Suppling Cream. If you already have large jars of these preparations on your dressing table, you will welcome the smaller size for the guest room, desk drawer and for weekend cases. If you are not familiar with their many excellent qualities, you may experi' ment with one of these packages. The price is so little that they are practically a gift from Dorothy Gray. Life is pleasant in the Elizabeth Arden salon. Among the unusual features there is a hair treatment in which warm oil is sprayed on with a machine, then steamed until it penetrates deep into the scalp pores. The Arden Eight Hour Cream, which has probably done much for your skin, is also used to nourish the hair in reconditioning treatments. Because it is difficult to give successful permanent waves to very fine hair, Arden has a permanent waving machine with special rods, par* ticularly adapted to this type of hair. Allow from two to three hours from shampoo to final drying, and you'll be turned out slick as a whistle. When you're there, ask to see the new automatic lipstick in gold with a jeweled clasp. Because it is much too good'looking to be discarded at the end of the month, you will buy refills for a song, and continue to use the cher- ished case. Every visit to the Helena Rubinstein Sa' Ion is an event, because even the simplest services are performed with a flare. Every shampoo, for instance, begins with a vigor' ous brushing, and if the scalp appears to be undernourished and in need of stimulation, manipulations are added to liven the hair. The Helena Rubinstein Oil Bleach, in which a special oil is added to the bleach, has proved a safeguard to unnaturally blonde hair. Scalp tonics and a Hormone scalp food are ad' juncts to the reconditioning treatments. It is no secret that some of the most distinctive coiffures in Chicago have origi' nated at this salon. Mrs. Eugene McDonald is wearing a Little Women type of coiffure created by Miss Johnson of this salon, and Mrs. George Rasmussen is another socialite who credits it with her well'groomed coiffure. A last word about faces: Have you tried any of the delight' ful Barbara Kay preparations? The five creams — Almond Cream, Wrinkle Oil, Penetrating Cream, Hormone Cream and Penetrating Oil — vary in hormone content according to the amount of nourishment your skin requires. The powder is soft and downy, the rouges are colored with fruits and there are four shades in either cake or paste form. There is also a natural hair oil and Pearl Nail Enamel, as flattering as it sounds. It is not possible to purchase this exclusive line every where, but the better beauty shops have it. The Helena Rubinstein Salon has instituted a series of art exhibits beginning with John Groth, local artist and art director of Esquire. The Groth exhibition was made up of twentysix drawings and etchings from his Mexican portfolio recently com' pleted after a sojourn in that country. This exhibition idea seems to us to be a rather sparkling innovation for a beauty salon; and we like it. AN OVAL DESK IN A MODERN MOTIF MADE WITH NATURAL LEATHER TOP, THE COMPLEMENTARY CHAIR IN STRIPED VELVET (KNAPP & TUBBS) 46 The Chicagoan MODERN REPRODUCTIONS OF FINE OLD PIECES OF FURNITURE ARE USED IN THE DINING ROOM OF THIS APARTMENT DONE OVER BY ROSALIE ROACH FASSETT ROSALIE ROACH PASSETT, A. I. D. DECORATOR Time Turned Back An Old Apartment Tastefully Modernized By Kathryn E. Ritchie THERE'S no denying the charm of old houses — they have space and height, generous windowsills for flowering plants, and open fireplaces. They have wide staircases that sweep majestically down into great front halls, with a closet underneath the stairs for wraps, golf clubs, roller-skates, umbrel las, card tables. They have a wealth of beautiful detail, wood panelling and carving, lovely cornices, simple mouldings, deco rated ceilings. Even when they're houses that have been asleep for fifty years or so, as some of them are, they are still charm ing, like certain old ladies who continue to dress in the style of a generation or two ago. We like especially, however, those old places which have been in some degree modernized. They lend themselves so excellently to it, and in the skilled hands of persons with imagination and good taste they attain a second blooming which is of more than usual interest because of the blending of the charming elements of the past with certain sane and lovely features of the present. The result is a graciousness of atmosphere which is difficult to obtain under other conditions. Modernizing an old house is something which needs to be undertaken with understanding, however, and for this reason is a field in which interior deco rators are usually the most successful. The accompanying illustrations are an example of that gra ciousness of effect achieved by modernizing an old apartment, one which an interior decorator, Rosalie Roach Fassett of Chi cago, chose for her own living-quarters and place of business. It was pretty hopeless at first, the walls in the living-room being a dirty yellow, the gray and white marble mantel which extended the width of the chimney breast, full of cracks and scars; the ancient oak floors rough and badly marred; the side lights old wooden fixtures which had been gilded; the center light a hideous brass arrangement. The rest of the rooms were in equally bad condition and were correspond ingly unattractive in detail. There were still left, however, the open fireplace, the simple mouldings, the high ceilings. With a few inexpensive alterations, the use of lovely Direc- toire and other antique pieces of furniture, and the skillful introduction of certain modern details, the old living-room has been transformed into one of charm and good taste. The walls are now painted a grayish white, a color which is matched in the Venetian blinds, and the stunning dull satin draperies in /m On/ & CALIFORNIA No other way to California is so much fun as this way — via Havana and the Panama Canal on a famous President Liner . . . And the cost is very little! The President Liner that you may board any Thursday in New York will be either a regular Round the World or Trans-Pacific liner bound out for far away fascinating places, and your two weeks to California will be filled with real adventure. Sunny, luxurious days, and nights of tropic loveliness . . . The adventure of new entertaining friends — from the world's four corners. If you choose, you may stopover in Havana or at the Panama Canal. Then continue your trip on the next or an other President Liner . . . with every stateroom outside, charming public rooms and ample decks, outdoor swim ming pool . . . and menus that list the best of the good things from all the countries these world -cruising liners touch. Fares are from $165 First Class on Round the World ships, and from $200 First Class and $120 Tourist on the Trans-Pacific vessels. Complete Round America roundtrips: one way by Presi dent Liner, one way by rail, are from $255 First Class hometown to home town. If you would like to go West by train and return from California by President Liner, there is an Eastbound sailing every other week. Orient • Round the World Special summer roundtrip fares make an Orient trip a real travel oppor tunity this year . . . And if you would like to go beyond you may sail Round the World by President Liner for only $654 First Class, visiting 21 ports in 14 countries 1 Stopover as you like, of course. Continue on the next or another of these liners that sail so frequently. Get all details from your nearest travel agent or from one of our own offices. . . 604 Fifth Ave., New York. Statler Bldg., Boston. Transportation Bldg., Washington, D. C. Union Trust Bldg., Cleveland. 110 So. Dearborn St., Chicago. 159 Bay St., Toronto, Canada. 465 Howe St., Vancouver, B. C. Fourth at University, Seattle. 634 S. W. Broad way, Portland, Oregon. 31 1 California St., San Francisco. 514 W. Sixth St., Los Angeles. Broadway Pier, San Diego. DOLLAR (5tsawiUup xuisS cwid AMERICAN March, 1934 47 Imagine it is dusk. Arriving quickly from the office, you step from your taxi or bus at the entrance to The Belmont. Our doorman touches his cap smartly. You enter, and crossing on deep, soft rugs through a luxurious lobby, are whisked aloft in a green and gold elevator . . . A quiet corridor. You turn the bur nished bronze knob of your door . . . Here are shaded lights, warmth, restful chairs, attractive furniture, interesting pictures ... .A steaming bath in a gen erous tub. Thick, big towels ... A menu is slipped beneath your door. You descend for dinner. Why not a cocktail, first, and a cigarette in the Empire Lounge? Frederick wheels the traveling bar to your elbow and mixes a Dry Martini with the skill born of many bars. You sip leisurely and select your favorite dishes from a wide choice . . . Then dinner — a memorable dinner such as only Louis of The Belmont and his picked staff can achieve. Later you may saunter across the lobby to the English Room and read to soft music, or complete a foursome with fel low-guests at bridge in the spacious Twelfth Floor Lounge. Finally you will sleep, between crisply clean sheets, close to Belmont Yacht Har bor and the murmur of the Lake. * * * Is this not a pleasant design for living— particularly when you learn that the de lightful room and bath may cost you as little as fifty dollars a month — and the delectable dinner as little as one dollar! HOTEL BELMONT THE LIVING ROOM IS AN INTERESTING EXAMPLE OF HOW AN OLD APARTMENT MAY BE MODERNIZED THROUGH THE USE OF INGENUITY AND IMAGINATION the bay window at the south end of the room. The, mantel, after the cracks were filled, was narrowed down by painting the central marble portion black, and leaving the outside strips the color of the walls. The mirror above the fireplace is a modern addition. The old gilt fixtures were also painted like the walls, and a lovely Venetian chandelier replaced the ancient brass monstrosity. The floors were covered with inexpensive black linoleum, on which an oval design was painted in gold with here and there a little circular marbleized motif in royal blue and white. This was then waxed and polished. The blue and white motif is repeated in the chintz coverings of two easy chairs. There are also two old white and gold Italian Directoire chairs covered in white leather, a tub-chair upholstered in ribbed white velour, and against the wall op posite the fireplace, an old French iron day-bed covered in dull gold striped satin. Above it hangs a Mongolian painting on silk, representing the "Thousand Buddhas." Other accessories include old French lamps of tole and glass, and one of white Chinese porcelain, two old Italian gouache paintings covered with bubbly glass which hang on either side of the fireplace, small Chinese porcelains, and on the mantel a beautiful bisque replica of the statue of Pauline Borghese by Canova in the Borghese Palace in Rome. In the dining-room adjoining the walls, floors, and window hangings are the same color as those of the living-room. The furniture consists of modern reproductions of old pieces, including a Duncan Phyffe table, chairs which are copies of famous old Chippendale pieces in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London and are upholstered in dull red leather; the Sheraton side-board a copy of one in the Metre politan Museum. Two bed-rooms, an office, bath and kitchen complete the apartment. In the owner's bed-room, which is very small, one corner was cut off by an enormous nine foot high window, opening onto an inner court. This presented quite a problem but was ingeniously handled by the decorator in a way that was attractive in itself and that made the room seem larger. A mirror was used to cover the lower half of the window, in front of which a dressing-table was arranged with the back legs cut off, and the mirror top resting on the wide window-sill. The lower part of the dressing-table was draped with chintz, while the window above the mirror was hung with white striped net curtains, exceedingly full, edged with an 8 inch ruffle and a valance consisting of three tiers of 8 inch ruffles. These cur tains are draped up at the sides and hang to the floor on either side of the dressing-table. The second bed-room is done in black, white and red with modern furniture; the bath is white with a black and white star-fish paper above the dato and chromium light fixtures; while the kitchen, a large north room, is rendered bright and sunny by the use of brilliant yellow for the walls, with pale green theatrical gauze curtains in the window. The Chicagoan ARTHUR MEEKER, JR., WHOSE NEW BOOK, VESTAL VIRGIN, ENGAGES WIDE ATTENTION IN CHICAGO READING CIRCLES To Read or Not A Restatement of a Popular Theme By Marjorie Kaye I AM informed by my infallible friend the calendar and a good many friendly readers whose letters reflect an indis putable interest that the time has come for the second semi annual restatement of the policy on which, a swift year ago, this column of critical opinion was established. I quote from the April, 1933, issue these fundamental convictions: One — That there is far more writing about writing, in the lay press, than is good for the writing industry. Two — That there would be a good deal more reading of books, by the so-called general public, if the earnest ladies and gentlemen of the penny prints were enjoined, by Constitutional Amendment if necessary, to restrict their energies to the voicing of opinion and leave in the safe or unsafe hands of the two-dollar authors the telling of their stories. Three — That the story's the thing, wherefore all and sundry profound pother about style, construction, tech nique and the private lives of the literati is eminently suitable to the columns of The Writer's Digest. Four — That it would be a pretty good thing for the book business, because it would be a good thing for the book public first, if an end were made to plain and fancy experting and the paying reader permitted to lay his own bets, as at the mutuel windows when the buy is horseflesh, and pocket his winnings or losses like a free man. Nothing having changed during the twelve months that have elapsed, we proceed with the current findings of my fellow toilers in behalf of your reading comfort. Cossack Girl — Marina Turlova — The Macaulay Company: Despite the claims of the publishers that the incidents in this novel have all been authenticated, it seems a bit thick to read that a woman, and an obviously attractive and well bred young woman, could serve through a complete campaign as a cossack private, and not have her sex discovered. It's quite interesting, * KCnWOODTtMDS Gentle soft woolens withjhat rugged Jionest-to-tweedness loo$T .' . . tailored ^w|tfc a cleft precision so that you can be completely casual about them . .styled or the sVaggf r anct d-dsh of the niry /%. . si> s mart you will wear §m in town ; . >in new "|fcftji|$is and colorjB that sing . . . Kenwood's spring phoffy Smvremdd fs*how re b*nbH March, 1934 49 oY» THE AV£*0g WHS a nnounce The Return of MRS. JACQUES S. POTTS and STAFF from the PARIS OPENINGS with the EARLY SPRING COLLECTION Modes for Immediate Wear or Custom Made 545 NORTH ON MICHIGAN AVENUE 1 J l>fl%£ in an environment that even before you are served. convinces you that here is excel lence extraordinary. Charm, gen tility, exquisite good taste. Quiet, restfulness — meticulous and alert service. Menus that provide a varied selection — food of extra-fine quality — and skillful preparation. In short, a lovely room to dine in, such as one would expect to find in the hotel-home catering to so many of Chicago's most distinguished people. Yet prices are invitingly moderate. PCAUSONI At Pearson Street, East of the Blvd. though, and contains some excellent descriptions of conditions in Russia immediately after the Revolution. — J. McD. Falling Star — Vici Baum — Doubleday, Doran: After roaming listlessly around Hollywood for two-thirds of her book, the lady discovers something to write about and finishes in a burst of swell writing. Meanwhile she has confirmed all of the worst things you've ever heard about Hollywood and added a few previously unpublicised depravities, all very unconvinc ingly. I'm inclined to suspect that she had a bit of contract trouble with the colonists. — W. R. W. From Broadway to Moscow — Marjorie E. Smith — Macaulay: A new view of Soviet Russia, this time by a newspaper woman who, as the wife of an American communist, was able to see many things tourists would overlook. — E. S. C. The Hawk And The Tree — Patric\ Carleton — E. P. But ton: An unusual novel depicting life in a British boys'' school. I suspect men will like it better. — G. K. Hop Skip and Jump — Dorothy Aldis — Minton, Balch: I have the unqualified opinion of Patsy Ann, my infallible ex- pert on books of this sort, that Miss Aldis' new volume of verses for children is quite the grandest that her widely read ears have ever come upon. For what it is worth, I add my vote to the same effect. — W. R. W. The Innocent Wife— Colette — Farrar &? Rinehart: In 1903 Sidonie Gabrielle Claudine Colette — the great Colette to France and catalogue curtailers — collabed with her husband, pseudonymed Willy, and The Innocent Wife appeared. To me it is Colette — toujours Colette — the stylist. It is in English for your convenience, and pleasure, if you enjoy reading this kind of book.— M. K. Lessons in Equitation — L. J. Flaherty and F. W. Haga- man: These lessons, in mimeographed form and with pen and ink illustrations, will be a great aid to persons wishing to learn to ride well. While not infringing in any way upon the func tions of a riding school, the lessons contain much valuable material on the care of a horse, the proper equipment, and some excellent advice on the use of the reins. — J. McD. A Modern Tragedy — Phyllis Bentley — The Macmillan Company: In my slender opinion, the outstanding book of the period, a fascinating story of life in the Yorkshire textile community by an author who knows it warp, woof and fabric (if that means what I think it does). If you are not a Book- of-the-Month or Library Guild slave (or, for that matter, if you are) this is your next book buy. — M. K. More Money — Charles Grant — Claude Kendall: A novel about money-mad people and an Irish girl who is different enough to cope with even that. An admirable story for filming, by the associate editor of Liberty. — M. K. The Paris Front — Michel Cor day — E. P. Dutton & Com pany: A notable diary of the war that will outlive many of the best books on the shelf. There is nothing quite like it for scanning and it is well worth the $5.00. — M. K. ' Passion's Pilgrims — Jules Romains — Alfred A. Knopf: The second volume of Men of Good Will, published last year, car ries on the high, clear standard of that notable beginning. You should not miss it. — M. K. The, Prodigal Father — Richard Church — E. P. Dutton & Company : There is a masterful stroke in the delineation of an ethereal art that overshadows the plot and makes one forget the lack of humour that might add greatly to the enjoyment of the reader. Of course the world abounds in misunderstood fathers, but it is a good story, whether you play piano or poker. — M. K. Queen Elizabeth — J. E. Tieale — Harcourt 6? Brace: It is great to thumb a volume laden with the fruits of diligent research; then scan its pages. The biographer, professor of history in the University of London, gives one of the best portraits to date of this proud and dignified lady of elegance and intelligence. — M. K. The State Versus Elinor Norton — Mary Roberts Rut*- hart — Farrar 5? Rinehart : Here is one more to add to the forty six successful novels credited to Mary Roberts Rinehart. — M. K. Such Is My Beloved — Morley Callaghan — Scribners: A pessimistic and not especially novel estimate of the probable odds against the clergy in its unfinished bout with the sins of the flesh. Skip it.— W. R. W. Switzerland on Fifty Dollars — Sydney A. Clar\ — Rob' 50 The Chicagoan DOROTHy ALDIS, WHOSE NEW VOLUME OF CHILDREN'S VERSE, HOP, SKIP AND JUMP, COMES TO GLADDEN JUVENILE HEARTS • ert M. McBride: Fourth in this series of uptodate works on the unembarrassing frugality with which the world may be girdled by the economically inclined. — M. K. Vestal Virgin — Arthur Mee\er, Jr. — Putnam: I decline to dash through this book to beat any printer's deadline. As far as I've gone, though, it is head and shoulders above any of Mr. Meeker's previous works and I warn you not to miss it. I'll tell you more about it next month. — W. R. W. Vagrant Verses — Charles Barney Corey — W. H. Wilton, Inc.: I know the poet a little too well, and poetry a little too little, to be wholly without bias in behalf of this brisk collection of verses written in pensive moments during several intense years on the unsigned firing line of many a major publicity and public relations campaign waged in the Chicago sector. They are salty, masculine, lithe and lean as their creator, whose forth right personality they reflect in every line. They are like noth ing of contemporary utterance and I suspect they will wind up in a majority of the town's better libraries. — W. R. W. Watch the Curves — Richard Hoffman — Farrar and Rine hart: The best light fiction of the winter. Not much plot, but the swellest characters in many months. A cross country motor trip on a share- all expense basis, treated in a William Faulknerish vein, but with enough cheerfulness and light to maintain a fast pace. — J. McD. What Shall We Drink? — Magnus Bredenbe\ — Carlyle House: Here is a dependable guide book by an epicure who knows his vintages. This lush reading is all yours for $1.50 and it is worth it. — M. K. The Young Manhood of Studs Lonigan — James T. Farrell — Vanguard Press: I am a good deal more interested in the young manhood of James T. Farrell, who lived in Lonigan's neighborhood and contributed snappy items to this magazine when it was a pup, than I am in anything he may write this side of forty. He has everything a great writer needs but judg ment. This, like everything he has written, is superb composi tion. I suppose it is the ablest writing of the month. I know it is the dirtiest. Filth gets in your eyes. But keep them on Farrell, anyway. When he has learned that everybody else knows all the four-letter words, too, he'll produce some extremely worthwhile books. — W. R. W. 5. S. LURLINE • S. S. MARIPOSA • S. S. MONTEREY • S. S. MALOLO HAWAII • SAMOA . FIJI . SOUTH SEAS . NEW ZEALAND . 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MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO— RANDOLPH 8SU March, 1934 Visit the Smart Diversey In a convenient location at 2800 North, is situated this group of business establishments which can amply supply the needs of a community of several hundred thousands. Park ing is convenient and the outer drive and many east-west boulevards make this Diversey Parkway Shopping center accessible from every part of Chicago. BUICK • • ? with Knee-Action wneels \^nts new era oj gracious Living suggests a gracious car Men and women are living splendidly once more . . . seeking the tasteful |and the beautiful in all things . . . and, naturally, this new era of gracious living suggests the ownership of a gracious motor car. We give you Buick for 1934 as the car which mirrors this new mode of life. It is beautiful, with the tasteful beauty you expect of Buick. Its new Bodies by Fisher are spacious . . . luxuriously appointed . . . and comfortable in the extreme. 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DIVERSEY MOTOR SALES Sales, Service and Parts 824-826 Diversey Parkway Buckingham 0604 Visit ^p RICKETTS Famous Restaurant and Bar 2727 North Clark Street (Near Diversey) Diversey 2322 ALWAYS OPEN GAY SPRING fabrics, colors and styles make smart sports frocks. Shown is a two pieces navy boucl6 trimmed refreshinjly with yellow and white. Come in to see it! $16.95 SPORTSWEAR SHOP 422 Diversey SHANESY MOTOR CO. Inc. LINCOLN and FORD 2821-25 Sheffield Ave. Diversey at Sheffield all types used cars Service you will like Lakeview 8000 52 The Chicagoan Parkway Shopping Center A large group of automobile dealers for the better cars are situated in this district and they as well as the quality shops do much to make this Diversey Center a favorite shopping place for the North Shore resident and the discriminating living many miles away. cbpnng CJashton i totes Contemplate March — stiff breezes — budding trees — new clothes! Windblown things that are as gay as a swooping, sly March breeze. Tweedy, English taileurs that stride along on cool, crisp days. And hats as rakishly slanting as a swashbuckling pi- rateers', or childishly tilted like a little Breton school girls'. Paris takes large brims this Spring and cuts them into sharpened angles and faces them with bright plaid taffetas, and pique and other fresh, gay materials. Fine straws are good, with Baku leading. Colors are bright. Bright shiney black, bright blue, bright plaids and other happy shades that match or contrast with your new March outfit. These you find at the Francine Shop. At Gertrude Kopelman's there are fresh, lovely frocks. Note navy sheer in a two piece suit. A jumper dress with detachable blouse of pique embroidered in tiny pin dots of red and: blue is worn with a tailored jacket whose wide, lapels carry the blouse motif. 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Yet the new DODGE sells for as low as $645, [f.o.b. factory]. The bigger DODGE for 1934 has features never found on any car! ilLZ — Chicago's leading automobile bargain specialists — broadcast spectacular automobile news nightly from station W.C.F.L 6:30 — 6:45. You can really buy a fine motor car at a fraction of its cost from Felz. NEW BIGGER DODGE NOW OFFERED BY FELZ 907 DIVERSEY BLVD. USED CARS 113 2 DIVERSEY BLVD. March, 1934 53 An Unusual River Estate On the Fox River at Geneva, thirty-five miles west of Chicago, two-thirds of an acre with 170 feet of river frontage — wooded island opposite. ... A nine room remodelled early American farmhouse. A panelled Georgian living room 19x32 feet with marble fireplace and random width oak pegged floor. On the first floor, a commodious guest room and bath. . . . On the second floor, three family bedrooms, two baths, heated sleeping porch, maid's room and bath. A two car garage. ... A beautiful rock garden topped by terrace of New York blue stone flags — a garden of roses and perennials. An artesian spring flowing from wall fountains through a water garden to the river. . . . For one-half its original cost. QUINLAN AND TYSON, INC. ONE NORTH LA SALLE ST. CHICAGO, ILL. CENTRAL 0227 A HOTEL WITH A SPARKLE • The minute you enter the lobby you'll sense the "sparkle" of Hotel Knickerbocker. And you'll like it. The smart, cosmopolitan environment, the snap and pep of alert, helpful service, the un obtrusive hustle of an organized staff cheerfully "on the job." You will feel the "spirit" that has won for Hotel Knickerbocker, Chicago, its enviable patronage. Your room will be immaculately clean, bright, airy and comfortable. You will realize that here is a truly modern hotel, pleased to have your patronage, ready and willing to serve, eager to make your friendship — • and always to hold it I Cinema In Ermine Royalty Stalks the Screen By William R. Weaver IT has come to the knowledge of the gentlemen who decide what will sell well in the cinema that the lives and deaths of flesh and blood royalty have been more interesting, if not always more entertaining, than those of Mr. George Barr Mc Cutcheon's mythical monarchs and their myriad progeny. Con sequently, we seem to be well into a royalist cycle. The Private Life of Henry VIII, incomparably enacted by Charles Laughton, was a splendid beginning. The once great Garbo's superbly staged Queen Christina, which a pair of man' eating Great Danes stole from the star and poor old John Gil' bert, failed to advance the ball beyond the line of scrimmage, but Elizabeth Bergner's Catherine the Great, a sumptuously staged footnoting of the lady's early years, made it first down and the game is young. I have hopes of seeing Edward G. Robinson score a touchdown in and as Napoleon, the only sov ereign the character actors have fought shy of consistently, whether Paris approves or not. And Stephen Zweig's Marie Antoinette is begging for performance by, say, Anna Sten. Anyway, the cycle is something to be grateful for. It leads directly to biography, with which young Hollywood has had little to do thus far, and I nurse a conviction that the oral mo' tion picture is capable of doing splendid things in that field. For quick examples, there are George Arliss' Disraeli and Walter Huston's Abraham Lincoln. I abandon the thought in high hope. Another cycle, shorter and swifter, opened during the month with Es\imo and closed, I hope, with The Man of Two Worlds. The first is a magnificent depiction of life and love among the Eskimaux, with only pardonable box office emphasis on the latter, and you should see it. The second is a flimsy and unutterably tedious counterfeit manifestly in' spired by the first, and if you see it don't blame me. I've told you. Part of no cycle at all, and not at all likely to be the father of one, Paloo\a looms singularly in retrospect as the significant picture of the eighteen upon which these eyes have focused since dispatch of my preceding bulletin. It is supremely comic, a clinching vindication of Jimmy Durante's rating among the comedians, yet it owes as much to Stuart Erwin's inhibited ap' peal to sympathy, Lupe Veles' wanton abandon and Marjorie Rambeau's Spartan maternalism. It is what the cinema crowd calls, for want of words, a natural. It is the single picture of the period you cannot get along without seeing. I suppose it is correct to say, too, that Anna Sten 's T^ana belongs to no well defined class. As a matter of fact, T^ana is a very flimsy, gaudy, ill considered and altogether unimportant production. Perhaps it was designed to be forgotten, so that Anna Sten might be remembered the more. A remarkably at' tractive person, combining the best of Dietrich and Garbo with the worst of Gaynor, she is not likely to pass quickly out of. mind. I've an idea that she is not more than one good picture away from fame. One more picture of the month seems to me to call for special mention. (I've listed all of them, with complete directions for seeing them or not, on page 6 of this issue.) This last item is Miss Fane's Baby Is Stolen. Not in more years than I like to claim have I seen so many unpardon' able offenses committed in one picture. The first deception is practiced in the title; Miss Fane is a screen actress who has be.m duly married and whose baby is altogether legitimate. The second deception — and this is an offense against public policy — ' is achieved when the story is made to state that (1) it is pos' sible to kidnap a baby from a well conducted home in Holly wood or elsewhere without detection, (2) all of the national, state and local agencies cannot effect the capture of kidnappers if they hide out in a hut somewhere and don't get nervous, and (3) if kidnappers snatch your offspring you might just as 54 The Chicagoan AN IMPRESSION OF CHARLES LAUGHTON IN KING HENRY VIJI well give up. The final offense, if you admire Dorothea Wieck as I do, is committed in sacrificing her to this unholy end. Fortunately, the public seems to have had the good sense to banish the picture by the infallible means of neglecting it into oblivion. Polo A New Deal in Tournament Play By Jack McDonald (Begin on page 26) would have little trouble winning the new low goal title. One of the most amusing features of the weekly games is the curious reaction of the crowds to fine play and fine players. Conservative play, no matter how excel' lent, gets little applause, while a vicious slash at the ball after a hard race, even though the shot is missed entirely, brings the crowd to their feet cheering. The galleryites have more or less adopted Lorber of the North Shore, Reed of the Milwau kee team, Fergus of Cleveland, Hammond of Green Bay, and Rice of the Cardinals, as their special pets. Mass psychology is usually wrong from a technical viewpoint, but in this case the crowd has picked some fine polo players for heroes. Should the Nationals be played in Chicago this spring some structural changes will have to be made at the Armory. Rub ber walls, for one thing, would have to be installed to take care of the crowds who will try to force their way in. Every Saturday night finds the Armory packed, with only standing room available, and this for the Metropolitan League games, which, although good polo, have no bearing on a sectional or national title. The Chicago Riding Club, playing every Sat urday night, is also drawing big crowds, so it is easy to prophesy that an unopposed series, with the best players in the country appearing, would exceed all previous attendance rec ords. Everyone is hoping that some scheme will be arranged that will bring the better Eastern players back to Chicago, Winston Guest, who has won an immense following here, Michael Phipps, Stewart Iglehart, Harvey Shaeffer, who with little indoor experience played on a Championship "A" Class team, and many others. The Gerry Boys would also attract large galleries, for, al- Alice Ventures Into PIANOLAND at LYON & HEALY Wabash Avenue at Jackson Boulevard "111 birthdays, my dear, and my voice is better than ever,77 sang the (thitkerina (And that remark was not at all strange because Alice had just read the story of Chickering before she took her nap) . . . and a fascinating story it was of the oldest American-built piano . . . a piano so fine that it was selected for a Queen of England . . . another by the greatest of Swedish singers ... as well as for thousands of homes in many lands. *695 Small Amount Down. Easy Monthly Terms. Old Piano in Trade. Carrying Charge. AMERICA'S COMPLETE MUSIC STORE FOR EASTERTIDE Shoulder bouquets Corsages Boutonnieres Nosegays Spring Plants As low as «pl«5U George Wienhoeber \C^T j NC- Z^>^1 Florist 28 N. Michigan Ave. 4 1 S. 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State 2800 State 2810 though they have never made a Western appearance, their reputation in the world of polo has created a great deal of interest. Back of all this interest in Eastern players is the curiosity to see all these well known athletes in action against our own stars, with the secret longing that the home town talent can take the strangers into camp. * * * The Handicap Committee's List of High Goal Players. Ratings from 4 Goals. Baldwin, L. A 5 Bancroft, T. M 4 Barrett, C. R 5 Bering, Frank 4 Borden, Arthur 6 Brown, Lt. Col. J. K 5 Burns, J. J 4 Clark, F 6 Clark, W. G, Jr 4 Combs, C. C, Jr 5 Corpening, M. M 4 Davis, Capt. G. E 5 Davis, J. M. K 4 Fitzpatrick, K. S 4 Gerry, E. T 7 Gerry, R. L., Jr 5 Granniss, R. A 4 Guest, W. F. C 10 Guest, Raymond 5 Harriman, W. A 5 Iglehart, P. L. B 6 Iglehart, Stewart 6 Kiefer, Lt. H. W 5 Kornblum, Lt. M 4 Lorber, Herbert 5 Maloney, C. W 4 Mills, J. P 8 Nicholas, F. S 4 Nichols, W. H.. Jr 7 Oliver, George 5 Pflug, C. J 4 Phipps, M. G 8 Radcliff, C 4 Rathborne, J. C 6 Reber, W 4 Reynolds, W. G 4 Richards, J. D 4 Shaeffer, Harvey 4 Smith, Maj. C. C 6 Smith, G. S 7 Smith, Lt. L. G 4 Wallace, Lt. J. P 5 Wallop, 0 4 Wilkinson, Capt. C. A 5 Wilson, G 4 METROPOLITAN INDOOR STANDINGS. Sixth Corps North Shore 124th F. A... Cleveland .... Green Bay .. February 10. SENIOR DIVISION Won 2 2 1 1 0 122nd F. A. Shamrocks .. Ft. Sheridan Riding Club . Cardinals Milwaukee ... JUNIOR DIVISION Won Lost 1 1 1 1 2 Lost 0 1 1 1 1 1 Pet. 667 667 500 500 000 Pet. 1000 500 500 500 500 000 News Department Life on the Frenzied Front Page By Neil O'B rien THE prosecutor leveled his right forefinger at the State's witness in the Tenth Touhy Trial (sometimes known as the Fifth Factor Case) and then, changing his mind, stuffed it into his right coat pocket, along with the rest of his hand. "Do you know John Factor?" he asked the witness. "No," replied the witness. "Jake the Barber," amplified the prosecutor, using the tiny amplifier he carried in his coat lapel. "No, I don't know him, either," said the witness, "but I've heard of him." "What have you heard?" asked the prosecutor, trying to hide his eagerness and failing ludicrously, long streamers of it remaining in full view of the crowd. The witness was slow to reply. "I'm not saying," he declared, at last. "If I told you, then you'd tell some one else, and before long it would be all over town. No. It's just gossip anyway; you wouldn't be inter ested." "Yes I would. It's my business to be interested. Let's have it." "Well, I heard he was kidnaped for ransom." "Oh, thatl Everyone's heard that; that's nothing new." "So somebody's been blabbing already. Well, that's the way I thought it would be. Somebody always has to talk too much." "I heard that away back in last summer. Last July. Where were you last July 1, by the way?" "I don't remember." 56 The Chicagoan "Were you at the Dells on Dempster road on that night?"; "Why, what happened at the Dells?" "That's where Factor was kidnaped." "No, I wasn't out there that night." "Were you out there the next night?" "No, I was never out there." "Were you ever at the Dells in Wisconsin?" "Yeah, once. About four years ago." "Nice place, isn't it? So restful." "Oh, it's all right. Starved Rock, here in Illinois, is just as good. Once you've seen one of those places you've seen them all." "Yes, I guess you're right about that. It's the same way with kidnaping trials. Which reminds me. Do you recog' nize that man sitting over there?" "You mean Roger Touhy?" "Yes, do you know him?" "No, I don't. He certainly doesn't look much like his pic' tures." "They were lousy pictures, weren't they? Did you see the one of me pointing my finger at him? I was the second from the left." "I remember. You had a felt hat on." "No, that was Touhy with the felt hat on. I was pointing." "The fellow with the felt hat was pointing, as I recall." "I'm sorry, old man. You've got that wrong. Touhy wasn't pointing; he had nothing to point at. He was just looking." "Well, you ought to know. You were there and I wasn't. But if that's the case, then you must be Touhy, because under the picture it said the fellow without the hat was Roger Touhy. Touhy didn't need any hat; he wasn't going any place." * "By George, that's right. I hadn't thought of it in just that way before. I hadn't thought of it at all, to tell the truth. I don't believe I'll think of it now, either." "I wouldn't, if I were you. Think of something pleasant. Think of a number between one and ten." "It"s already after ten; it's almost lunch time. When we come back after lunch I want to ask you about the picture where you had the felt hat on and Touhy and I both were pointing. That was a lousy picture, too." Ofn Oxtemive JJlsplaij Today, fine furniture is easier to acquire than ever before, and according to all indications easier than it will be for a generation. Today, fine furniture is finer than ever before. Designs represent a discerning good taste, and the cabinetmaker's art has reached a state of rare perfection. All this is immediately apparent when you see the extensive display of fine custom models at the Robert W. Irwin Showrooms in Chicago . . . the largest showing in the middle west . . . offering unlimited selection and opportunity to compare values. Financial Column The Currency Goes to the Dogs By Jack Diamond NOW I am a pretty reasonable kind of a fellow, and with all this talk you hear going around these days about the national debt or deficit— I think it is $31,000,000/ 000, but I am not sure whether that is the debt or the deficit, or if they are the same thing — I feel that the government is entitled to get a little break once in a while. But there is a limit. Personally, I am sore about my ten dollars, which I have not got back yet. A dog ate it up. In fact, he ate up twice that amount — a $20 bill — but all \ got back so far from the United States of America (from, to be exact, the National Bank Redemption Agency of the Treasury Department of the United States of America) was ten dollars. So, I figure, there is still ten more dollars coming to me. Now the reason they tell me I can only get back ten dollars out of the twenty dollars this dog chewed up is because there is a rule that dogs do not eat up money; did you ever hear anything so foolish? That sounds pretty silly to me, and besides I saw this dog chew up my twenty dollars and so did some other people, too. We even submitted an affidavit to that effect. Well, I am so mad now I can hardly talk, so I will let you ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. 608 SOUTH MICHIGAN BOULEVARD " SPRINGTIME EASTER . . A NEW PERMANENT WAVE What would Easter be without a new bonnet, and under it a glossy coiffure! 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MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO NEW YORK PARIS HOTEL PANCOAST MIAM BEACH FLORIDA Life at The Pancoast has a distinctive savor — quite differ ent from the crowded accommodations so common to many large resort hotels. The gardens, the aviary, the whispering coconut palms, the Cabanas and private beach are characteristic of the tropical surroundings. Guest rooms have sun porches overlooking the ocean. French chefs specialize in appetizing menus. Early season arrivals indicate the advisability of making reservations without delay. OPEN THE YEAR AROUND American Plan: December through March. European Plan: April through November. J. A. PANCOAST President L. B. SPRAGUE Manager ON THE OC EAN THE NEW HOME OF CARBON P. DUBBS IN WILMETTE WAS LANDSCAPED BY C. D. WASSTAFF AND COMPANY read that affidavit, which tells the whole story. That is, every thing but the dog's name, which is Omar, which is unimportant. I got up this affidavit myself and I thought it was pretty good for a layman. Really, the only hard word in it is "deponent," which I looked up in the dictionary and found referred to a fellow who makes an affidavit, so that was O. K. Deponent, Jack Diamond, a reporter for The Chicago Daily Hews, hereby submits the following affidavit as his sworn explanation for the accidental mutilation of cur' rency — the remaining fragments of which are enclosed — for which he seeks full redemption of Twenty ($20) Dollars : On Monday evening, Jan. 8, 1934, deponent was dining in the restaurant of Thomas Quigley at 710 Rush street, Chicago, in the company of Dempster MacMurphy, an executive of The Chicago Daily J<[ews. Deponent withdrew some currency from his pocket and a $20 bill, of which he was the owner (fragments of which are enclosed), accidentally fell to the floor. At this point, a pet bulldog owned by the restaurant proprietor suddenly snatched up the bill in his mouth, eating and swallowing all but the fragments submitted herewith. The incident, as described, was witnessed by Dempster MacMurphy, Thomas Quigley and Mrs. Thomas Quigley, all of whom herewith attest its veracity, as well as the fact that they have known deponent for several years and know him to be of good reputation and standing in the com' munity. (Subscribed and sworn before me, etc., etc.) That's not bad, is it? Besides, it is something of a proof of my reputation, such as it is, but that doesn't help me very much right now. In fact, the whole affidavit didn't do very much good. You see, all we could wrest away from Omar were some three scraps of the $20 bill, showing part of a serial number and an ear and forehead of the fellow whose portrait was in the center. .At first, I figured they might wonder how a newspaperman happened to have as much as $20 all at one time, but I was prepared to make a later affidavit if necessary to explain that it was pay day that day and I had not gone home yet. Well, I sent the whole business to our correspondent in Washington, Leroy T. Vernon, asking him to do what he could, because there was a chance he might know somebody in the redemption division who could help me out. I also wrote Vernon I would ship the dog to Mr. Morgcri' thau, saying "Here is the rest of my $20 bill," but I was only joking about that. Finally, in a couple of days I got this letter from this friend of mine in Washington and, sure enough, the next day or so I got a check for ten dollars (No. 136702) with form No. 58 The Chicagoan ANOTHER VIEW OF THE PALATIAL DUBBS ESTATE SHOWING THE BEAUTY OF SYLVAN SETTING METICULOUSLY ATTENDED 6172 R. A. showing that I was case No. 2818, for all the good that did me. Dear Jack: I have just returned from a coroner's inquest over that $20 bill of yours, the verdict being that it is half dead and worth only $10 to you. The law is so specific there was no escape from winding up in the Redemption Division as no favors can be granted under it except in close shaves — and this did not fall in that category. You must have three-fifths of a note intact to get full payment. You would have qualified if there had not been a big chunk out of the part you sent in. The measuring apparatus was put on in my presence so I couldn't even lie about it. There is another angle. If that bulldog actually swal lowed part of the bill he is one of the few. dogs in history to do so. Over many years of experience the superin tendent tells me they have few cases in which a dog has actually eaten money. Other animals do it, but not dogs, he says. Conse quently, to protect themselves, they have a rule that dogs do not swallow paper money, and pay on that basis. If you ever recover the piece torn out of the half you sent, or part of the other side, it can be sent in and matched to what is now here. Any time you get over the three-fifths point, you can have $10 more. If anybody presents the missing parts, they will get the ten. The clerks themselves have, to make up the deficits if they overpay anybody. I have asked to have the check sent to you and I enclose you the receipt they gave me. If the settlement is not satisfactory, you can turn it down — but you won't get any more than this on what you have turned in, I am sure of that. Regards to the gang back in the local room. Yours, Roy. So now I have ten dollars, anyway, but I am still pretty sore. I think I'll take the case up to the Supreme court. Get me Max Steuer! Or how do I get in touch with Roosevelt? Spring Chills and Fevers The Sporting World's Temperature Is Taken By Kenneth D. Fry (Begin on page 35) personal liking I hold for George Lott, western officials were slightly in bad taste in trying to open a rumpus over George's ranking And nobody would like to see George win the National Championship more than this silly scribe. ..... Now there's Tilden and Vines Doing big business and earning plenty with the best series of net exhibitions ever seen There are two real tennis players. In case you're interested in real tennis players The slimy lads who tamper with race horses finally found a com- W*i Choosing your hotel is like establishing your own home. It is, in fact, just that — with the rare opportunity of having your home free of all routine responsibilities. C, hotels Windermere offer the fulfillment of your desires. Here, in scenic setting of park and lake, with dignity of architecture and every modern requisite of service, is the ideal of rest . . . quiet . . . life at its best . . . within ten minutes of the Loop. 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Babe Herman hasn't made his X on a Cub contract at this writing He'll remember how to sign his name soon. ..... Just to prove I'm not sore because the Black Hawks are making a huge liar out of me, I hope they win the Stanley Cup To hell with everything. (Ed. Note: Right!) Hollywood The Life in the Cinema City By Terry Ramsaye (Begin on page 21) 22 karat diamond and Carole Lombard has a star sapphire about the size of a colonial doorknob. The diligence of racketeers, kidnapers and bootleggers looking for something else to do, has driven many of Hollywood's best gems into the safety deposit box while paste copies make the appearance. Depression and market accidents might have the same general effect, except that the originals would not be in the box. The studio fashion designers, conspicuously Adrian of MGM and Travis Banton of Paramount, contribute not a little to the Hollywood social scene. They are likely to be the hands that shape the garb of such figures as Mae West, Joan Crawford and Norma Shearer — and Jean Harlow, although of course studio influences tend to keep Miss Harlow in the pictorial role of the Blonde Bombshell, whether she likes it or not, and she probably does. I he Hollywood version of the Prince of Wales is the dashing Mr. Bob Montgomery, who has a gold name plate on the instrument board of his amazing car. It bears his name, address and studio address. It would be very difficult for Mr. Montgomery to get permanently lost. Adolphe Menjou has the sophisticated name of being the best dressed man about, with his fifty suits and forty pairs of shoes — only ten less than has Mr. Albert Wiggin of the New York Chase Bank Wiggins. Over on the Paramount lot the social center is Gary Cooper's dressing room and he is no casual dresser. The current glass of fashion in Hollywood, however, is Mr. George Raft. There is a marginal life around and about Hollywood that is called "ranching." Among the ranchers, who would be subur' banites elsewhere, are Paul Muni, Richard Dix and Bill Boyd. They take their open air open. When they give a party it is a barbecue party, and a good one. Out on the edge of things about where you start for San Francisco is Will Rogers' ranch, a tidy matter of several hun dred acres, including a private polo field. Mr. Rogers appar' ently likes his polo, but he never ceases to be the showman. He plays his polo in overalls, tough like, to take the curse of too much gentility ofFn it. Hollywood has quite a polo playing set, including such stalwarts as Spencer Tracy, Clark Gable and Bob Montgomery. Mostly they get all gashed up and there's a clause in the playing contracts which forbid their playing while on a picture. The soft spoken Darryl Zanuck is also an ardent player. Another suburban manifestation is in the movie life about Toluca Lake, where the type of home might be called, after the Spanish, the Hacienda. Among the residents are such diverse personages as Bing Crosby, the crooner; Charles Farrell, romancer; Jack Oakie, the lad who made Indian nuts famous, and Richard Arlen. Most recent to join this colony is Al Cohn, immortal for the script on the first of the sound pictures, and some best sellers since. Speaking of Mr. Cohn brings to mind the Pacific Writers' Yacht Club, presided over considerately by such salty persons as Grover Jones and William Slavans McNutt. Brought to mind, you understand, because Mr. Cohn is collector of the port and has a bearing on the traffic on the high and low seas hereabouts. rlERE and there, according to old Spanish cus- torn, are places where the little ivory ball chases itself around The Chicagoan CHARACTER FURNITURE A VIEW IN OUR GALLERY ANNOUNCING TO THE PUBLIC THAT OUR GALLERIES ARE NOW COMPLETE FOR THE SPRING SHOWING OF HIGH GRADE FURNITURE IN ALL PERIODS. INCLUDING ENGLISH, FRENCH AND MODERN. WE EARNESTLY INVITE THE PUBLIC TO INSPECT THIS SHOWING. PURCHASES CAN BE MADE THRU YOUR DECORATOR OR DEALER. IfoAPP^TUBBSjNC. WHOLESALE FURNITURE Eight Twenty Three SouthWabash Avenue CH 1 C AGO - - - ILLINOIS A PHOTOGRAPH BY MAURICE SEYMOUR SHOWING A MINT GREEN CHIFFON EVENING DRESS WITH WINDBLOWN BACK. BY GERTRUDE KOPELMAN over red and black between the single and double 0. This is in no wise to be confused with the single and double cross, em' blems of Hollywood. If one were in quest of night club thrills in the region it is said that they would find it in the Colony club, country, and the Clover club, in the New York manner. I am minded of the remarks of the most famous motion pic' ture banker of the West Coast who has said that what little the Code and the Blue Eagle may add to the cost of production is trivial as compared to what the boys are losing on the fall of the marble and charging to the pictures. It is set down in Hollywood gossip that one able producer made $48,000 worth of mistakes in contract bridge the other night. But he raised hell over the caviar item at a press lunch' eon, that same week. Basically he was right, about the caviar. Let us close the picture at Palm Springs. A younger rajah, scion of a celluloid dynasty, sits with his feet a-wash in the ripple of the cerulean pool, while grouped about are the beauties of his court. He has a royal command to deliver: klHey, Bill, you go back to the studio — my other stooge will be down tonight." To the power and the glory forever, of such is the Kingdom of Hollywood. Golf Preview A Contemplation of the Chicago Season By John E. Lehman (Begin on page 25) will hear about him when he starts play ing collegiate golf as a sophomore. There is my list of eligibles to carry Chicago's banner to the National Amateur this year. The New Deal means that all those who qualify sectionally will automatically start match play in the tournament proper. The United States Golf Association felt something had to be done about the old method of qualifying thirty-two for the match SATISFACTION IN GOOD CLOTHES No man wants to be everlastingly thinking about the clothes he is wearing. -:- + A poorly draped suit begets an unhappy clothes consciousness. 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With the number of good golfers increasing rapidly each year, qualifying became more difficult than the actual play. It was evident that many of the best golfers would fail to qualify if some misfortune cost them a few strokes extra on two or three holes, because the scores of the low thirty-two did not permit one to waver very far from par figures. So now the sectional qualifiers — there will be around one- hundred-and-eighty — are paired off for eighteen hole match play rounds the same as in the British Amateur. This means that seven matches will have been played by the two finalists when they reach the thirty-six hole finals. It is a much better arrangement, I believe, for a number of reasons; it eliminates the nervous tension caused by worry over ability to qualify, and since the championship has always been decided by match play, it is much fairer to all to start match play immediately. The sages predict this to be a good year for golfing Chicago in all respects — so here's hopin1. Old Stuff Chicago in Retrospect By Alexis J. Colman THEY tried to tell us, did tell us, that there had been no newspaper called the Times-Herald. And at the Public Library! We could only gasp at such ignorance. Shades of Herman H. Kohlsaat and Cornelius McAuliff! It developed that someone, because of lack of shelf space, and because they had numerous volumes of the Times and Herald, thought they could go without the Times-Herald file, so they had sent those volumes to a branch for storage, and there they are now. Well, the T-H was quite a paper, we all thought, in the years, say, 1896-1900. True, little remains to remind one of it. But many there are who remember the always kindly Mr. Kohlsaat; many who recall sitting at the counters of the string of bakery lunch rooms he had established before he became a newspaper publisher. And as for Cornelius Mc- Auliff, every alumnus of his staff surviving thinks there could have been no more considerate managing editor — even though he was wont to come out to the local room with a bunch of cuttings in his hand and, with a sweeping glance over his specs, say: "Ah, Mr. Lowery, while you are resting,11 and give the reporter a special feature story to write for Sunday. Or it might have been Bunting, or Bate, or Mullaney, or Fairchild. The handsome building and plant put up by James W. Scott for the Herald, and used by Times-Herald and Record-Herald and Evening Post, has long been given over to other than newspaper uses. But aloft in the gable the faithful herald still blows his bannered bugle, at 163 West Washington Street. Look up and see him some time. Here he is, the John T. McCutcheon of thirty-one years ago, at drawing-board in the art room of the Record-Herald, finishing a picture which seems to be Father Knickerbocker and some young scion- — the significance of which we have forgotten. The photograph was taken by Fred H. Wagner, staff photographer. Much water has gone over the dam in the three decades, much ink converted into the depict ing of aspects in the events of the day in ways calculated to appeal to the beholder's sense of humor. As a cartoonist Mc Cutcheon has always been in the front rank. It seems inade quate, even trite, to characterize him as the dean of his craft, for he is far more. Ability to select and portray the vulner able element in national or international situation is his; the McCutcheon cartoons have always told the story so that he who ran might see and read and get the point. Our personal introduction came in the spring of 1897, when we went to see him at the Record, to have him illustrate a story, Only a Clown, which Hobart Chatfield -Taylor had given us to run in the Daily Commencement Bulletin at Lake Forest College. John said drawings would be $5 each. We couldn't think up any bully-for-old-Purdue argument, or cite Sigma Chi membership, or urge the publicity value of having his work in our paper, so that ended negotiations. (We ran the story, without illustrations.) The Chicagoan He was courteous, and kind— but he really had little time. What time he could devote to outside work he was putting into illustrating some railroad booklets. But he chatted in a friendly way, and introduced us to George Ade. In a later era, when Record and Times-Herald were merged and he came over, we saw much of him. Then, early one evening, a day or so after it had become known that McCutcheon was going to the Tribune, we entered the wash-room, to find the manag ing editor, Cornelius McAuliff, mixing in his little tin pail the bran concoction his doctor had prescribed. A few seconds later McCutcheon came in. They talked. It was an offer he couldn't afford not to accept, the artist averred, gently. But there was no joy in the rosy countenance of the Old Man as he continued to stir his mash. It couldn't happen now. The world do move — even the spheres of education and athletics. Far be it from us to imply that athletes take easy courses to relieve themselves of worries as to passing marks, but — ""Bill11 and Fred Moloney once were noted track stars at the University of Chicago, and because they cut coo\ing classes to catch the boat for the 1900 Olympics in Paris, their dear teacher, Miss Marion Talbot, presiding over a course titled Sanitary Aspects of "Water and Food, informed them when they re-entered school the following fall, that ten cuts were several too many, and that they would have to make up their culinary deficiencies in order to be eligible for the 1901 spring dual meets. Much merriment on the campus ensued, for W. A. was captain of the track team and speedy quarter- miler, and his brother one of the Maroons1 main reliances in the hurdles, having finished third to Kraenzlein of Pennsylvania and McLean of Michigan at the Paris meet. We wrote a story, including verses : So don your big white apron, Bill, And, Freddy, toe the crac\; There's pie to ma\e and ca\e to ba\e Before going on the trac\. And wash the cups and saucers up, And wor\ down in the dairy; That coo\ing class you cannot pass Because you went to Paris. P.S. — The fact that there were coeds taking the cookery course may have had something to do with the Moloney boys1 predilection for it. The other night two radio songsters who challenge hearers to name old songs that they can't sing con fessed themselves stumped when someone asked them to sing a gong which includes the lines: You loo\ awfully good to father You loo\ awfully good to me. 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Rentals as low as $75 PER MONTH Phone: Whitehall 6040 H. H. Dunbar, Manager JAUNTY JUNIORS SIZES 11 to 17 They're perky . . young and gay in every line. And they fit as though they'd been made spe cially for you! This one is of polka dot satin and you'll love it! Leschin fWWI^innTW^^inW^irW^ Cecil Lean, they'd have been able to satisfy the querist. Cecil and Florence were the idols of their following, putting on show after show written by a couple of versatile Hyde Park High School lads. Young Cecil Lean singing Howd You Li\e to Be the Umpire? was something to remember. We weren't there, at Sheriff Magerstadt's first execution, but we know it came off as scheduled. The ministers said prayers and recited hymns while the preparations were going on. And, at the proper moment, the sheriff asked the prisoner: "Howard, have you anything to say?" And the low-toned reply of the negro came: "No, sir." The trap was sprung, and in 19 minutes he was pronounced dead. He had refused to play cards with his guards during his last night, saying the pastime was a device of the devil. His last two ADMIT... ¦•*;' ' 17s* , • ¦¦' ~ • ' -i^ppyr^ . ¦ />? *; To Execettlo-n. at Ceutitv Jail Friday, February 17, 1899, between JO and J 2 A.M. ^<cx^- ^./CC^?^^^'^^ hours he spent praying and reading the Bible. The Inter Ocean's account said: "With remarkable coolness Robert Howard stepped on the gal' lows in the old county jail corridor yesterday at noon and was hanged for the part he had taken in the murder of Frank Metcalf in an alley on the South Side a little more than three months ago. Howard chewed gum incessantly while preparations were going on for his death, and surveyed the trap, guards, and spectators without an apparent touch of fear." A dosen newspaper men, a like number of physicians, a Bap' tist and a Methodist clergyman, the sheriff, Jailer Whitman, and the guards comprised the spectators. Conventional, 100 per cent. The usual thing. Somehow it seems that they got their man, and gave him his due, with far more regularity and dis patch than is the case nowadays — dispatch, that is, in meting out punishment; electricity is, of course, neater, quicker. Whenever a present-day delver into events of Chicago's earlier decades wishes to get a start, he turns to Capt. Alfred T. Andreas' history. Others can em' broider, and adduce new sidelights and incidents, but the funda mentals, involving important men and events, will be found in Andreas' work, and probably illustrated. Capt. Andreas long enjoyed the intimate friendship of Chicago's prominent men, and his wife and elder daughter, Eulalie, were participants in social affairs. Eulalie was an author in her own right, her talent inclining to little songs, for which she wrote both words and music. When a young girl, so a family jest ran, Eulalie happened to be in a group at a social affair when the subject of names and their origins came up. "Our family is descended from a Span ish monk," was her naive contribution. In 1896-7, when the younger daughter, Elouie, attended Ferry Hall, the family lived in Lake Forest. Attending a dance at the Windermere Hotel, Elouie met a youth named Clarence Atherton. It proved a case of love at first sight, and shortly thereafter they eloped and were married. The parents, deeming their daughter much too young to take up the responsibilities of wedded life, succeeded in keeping the newly-weds apart for many months, but in November, 1897, the flame having continued to burn brightly, Elouie contrived to break away, and was met by her spouse as she arrived at a Chicago railway station. The parental benediction was per force forthcoming, and when we last heard of them — which was many years ago — they and two or more little Athertons were living in Iowa. Capt. Andreas, during the Lake Forest sojourn, had the idea of producing a history of the Great Lakes, but we believe he did not get very far with it. Observance of the anniversary of the Iroquois theater fire — the thirtieth occurred Dec. 30— brings The Chicagoan poignant memories to Chicagoans. At the dinner of the '93ers Association at the Great Northern Hotel last fall, after hearing Mrs. Annabelle Whitford Buchan, attired in appropriate cos tume, generous-brimmed plumed hat and all, sing After the Ball, Little Annie Rooney, and Two Little Girls in Blue, we recalled to her that we first had seen her on the Iroquois stage in that Eddie Foy Bluebeard play at the matinee on Saturday, Dec. 26, just four days before the fatal fire. Miss Whitford and her sister were starred members of the cast, taking part in the many striking tableaux and wire-swinging stunts. One song particularly we remember: "We come from Dalmatia, far away, far away." Perhaps it was because we were reading copy in the Sunday department of the Record-Herald at that particular time, and had Saturday off, that caused us to attend that particular mati nee. Otherwise it might as well have been the one of the following Wednesday. Another fact we recalled to the singer was that, as golf editor of the paper, we had followed closely the playing career of the man she later married, Dr. Edward J. Buchan, who, as a representative of Racine, played in many tournaments about Chicago, and also one year won the Wis consin amateur championship. Still another event we mentioned— a sad one — was the death of her father, who, a veteran telegraph operator, while in charge of the Postal wires installed in the Onwentsia clubhouse during a big tourney, suddenly expired while on duty there. "Old Whit," as he was affectionately known by his young men, signed "30" to his own life story right there in the club. On only one other occasion have we seen death on the links, that when a caddie, Eddie Maginn, was laid low by lightning in a storm during a tournament at the Glen Echo Country Club, St. Louis. Before Louis Eckstein made Ravinia fa mous for its open-air opera, it was just a quiet little residential suburb on the way to Highland Park and Lake Forest. But in an earlier year they did have winter sports, as this pass to the skating rink and toboggan slide for 1904-5 attests. The man ager, "Ed" Welsh, we had known at the Exmoor Country Club, Highland Park, where for years he ministered to the wants of club members and visitors. The name of L. Hamilton McCormick, who died at 74 in Miami on Feb. 2, was associated with golf at the Onwentsia Club from the very first. For he was donor of a unique trophy, the Hamilton McCormick Benedict Cup, played for by men and their wives in medal play handicap foursomes, at twelve holes. Winners were given custody of the cup for one year, besides a miniature of the trophy to keep. Put up in the club's first season, 1896, it was won, appropri ately enough, by the "Laird o' Wheaton," Charles B. Mac- donald, and Mrs. Macdonald. Charles holloway, who came out of his California retirement last year to furbish the Auditorium's proscenium arch which he had originally painted, had his origi nal studio in the late '80s in a little frame house set apart on the prairie at Park Ridge. Here he got the inspiration for his famous amajsonic figure and the motto "I Will" on her breast which won for him the prise offered by the Inter Ocean for figure and motto which would best symbolise Chicago — a combination which deservedly has stood the test of time. Hoi- This advertisement is not intended to offer this product for sale or delivery in any state or community wherein the advertising, sale or use thereof is unlawful. March, 1934 67 GLAMOUR WITHOUT CLAMOUR Live enjoyably, live fully — for a day or a decade — at Hotel St. Regis. A pleasant Oasis of Quietude and Splendour, iso lated from the Commonplace, yet in the Manhattan Midst Of It All. Here dwell Peaceful Comfort, Charm, Distinguished Social Atmosphere, Cuisine Superlative, and innate Courtesy. Daylight registers daily. All rooms face outside. Radio City! — Just a few steps away. Central Park I — Just up the Avenue. 53rd Street sub way station provides quick access to and from the Penn. Station and Grand Cen tral Terminal. Close by the smart shops and the theatres. There's decorous gay- ety in the smart Seaglade. Three other restaurants. There is prestige to the address, "At the St. Regis". Single rooms, $5 — $6. Double rooms, $7— $8. Also Parlour, Bedroom, Bath $10 to $20. E. 55th STREET at 5th AVENUE loway painted mystic, cabalistic designs on the outer walls of his studio, unintelligible to the laity, and "Be Jocund" was the painted slogan adjuring the beholder. Here he and his brother Ben entertained their friends, who included Col. Ayme, swashbuckling soldier of fortune, and Fred Richardson, later noted for his delicate traceries and allegorical drawings in the Daily 7<[ews. Whenever old Chicago bibliophiles think of it, they lament the destruction of the precious, irreplaceable books that were lost in the great McClurg book-store fire. On Sunday, Feb. 12, 1899, the store's total stock, worth $450,000, was consumed, and while most of the books were of current editions, at least $50,000 worth — the figure would be far higher today — were rare books, many in fine bindings and with old engravings, and ancient manuscripts, impossible of replacement. This collection was mainly in the "Saints' and Sinners' Corner," a department named by Eugene Field where book collectors and book lovers were wont to foregather. Zero weather, and frozen hydrants that caused fifteen min utes'' delay before they could be thawed by steam from the engines, made it one of the very hardest fires the Chicago department has ever had to cope with. Thirty-five engines, five hook-and-ladder trucks, five chemical engines, and two stand-pipes were stationed around the block — Wabash avenue, Madison, State, and Washington streets — and only once since the Great Fire had such a quantity of fire-fighting apparatus been assembled. Two hundred tarpaulins the firemen did man age to spread over stacks of books, but fire consumed them all, with the books. Chief Denis Swenie, Marshals Horan and Musham, and their men worked in coats of icy mail that constantly grew thicker as the spray fell upon them, until they were compelled to thaw themselves down to their original proportions by the bonfires that were lighted in the streets. The fire was attributed to an explosion of gas on the third floor of the building, a five-story structure, which stood at the northwest corner of Wabash and Madison. A. C. McClurg &? Co. carried $400,000 insurance, and the building, valued at $140,000, was insured for about $100,000. While the Mc Clurg building and stock were totally consumed, adjacent buildings were saved, about the only other damage being from smoke and water to the stock of Mandel Brothers' Wabash avenue store, estimated at $10,000. roR a fortnight in each of the first two springs of the century, we covered the sojourn at Champaign and Urbana of the Chicago National League team, later by common consent labeled the Cubs. On the first of these trips Frank G. Selee, a manager of the old school, was mentor for President James A. Hart's hopefuls, and Bob Lowe was cap tain. The next year Frank Chance was the playing manager. Johnny Kling, star catcher, was a hold-out, preferring to tarry in his Kansas City billiard parlor until Hart should come across with a contract more nearly approaching his idea of equity. But Chance professed not to care, averring that "this Pat Moran is just as good, and I don't care if Kling never shows up." It is probable that he didn't really think so, but he didn't want Kling to believe himself indispensable. Chance rejoiced to see snappy Johnny Evers and fiery Joe Tinker rounding into shape. George Huff, coach for the Uni versity of Illinois, supervised arrangements for the practice, on the field in good weather and in the gym on rainy days. Huff allowed that he had some excellent material, too, notably a black -haired youth named Carl Lundgren and a boy named Beebe, both pitchers. Chance was an admirable chief, inspiring his men to their best efforts. He well deserved the designation "peerless leader," a title which, I think, Charlie Dryden be stowed upon him some time later. Most dramatic moment in the Republican national convention of 1908, in the Coliseum, was that when, in the midst of the cheering attending William H. Taft's selec tion, his half-brother, Charles P., crossed the rather small floor- space that remained clear, between the elevated press row and first row of delegates' seats, to where a tall, fair-haired young man was seated near the west wall, and warmly grasped his hand. For the hilarious demonstration was marking the climax DANCING? and wish that you, too, mitjht have the same poise, srace and ease on the dance floor? 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Brother William's nomination, forecast as a certainty because he was President Theodore Roosevelt's choice, nevertheless could not be fait accompli without a ballot, and there were delegates who hoped that circumstances might develop which would miraculously bestow the honor upon their favorite son —Hughes of New York, Knox of Pennsylvania, Cannon of Illinois — or Roosevelt again. But one ballot sufficed, Taft receiving 702 of the 980 votes cast. It was a colorful conven tion, as Chicago conventions have a habit of being. Probably a record — up to that time — was set when a 47-minute demon stration for "Teddy" occurred, despite his announced deter mination not to run. He set the fashion of not choosing to run; Coolidge, under identical circumstances two decades later, merely followed the T. R. precedent. The convention also afforded us the spectacle of that veteran poker-addict, Speaker Joe Cannon, gesticulating as, in defending some one of his House rulings, he shouted the scriptural quotation: "I would rather be a door-keeper in the house of the Lord than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." It has been reported, and denied, that the Illinois theatre is to be torn down, its site to be a parking lot. When the playhouse was put up by Will J. Davis in 1898 it was the pride of Chicago theatrical circles, and continued to be always a rival to Powers1, the "little opera house." It was at the Illinois we first saw George M. Cohan — in Little Johnny Jones, with his first wife, Ethel Levey. For contrast, it was in that theatre that we saw Henry Irving, at his best, in The Bells. One does not hear so much, these days, about the anti-cigarette movement. Not with sales mounting into the billions, and costly, gilt-edged radio programs spon sored by their manufacturers, and with well-nigh universal smoking by both sexes, all ages. There seems to be no Lucy Page Gaston. Eight anti-cigarette organisations were repre sented at a convention in Willard Hall in the Woman's Temple on April 1, 1899, presided over by Miss Gaston. Led by the Daily Hews boys' band, they sang this to the tune of Tan\ee Doodle: Come, friends, and listen to our song, We'll tell you what we're doing; We've pledged ourselves against the weed You'll never catch us chewing. We will smo\e no cigarettes, "Ho matter who proposes. And as for us we'll never snuff Tobacco up our noses. Miss Gaston was a crusader, but her methods involved noth ing like the hatchet sabotage of Carrie Nation. 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And then, to the rescue of the stage, radio and press people, and likewise those who pay their way, rode again the Byfield'Bering combination with Mayer and Mc- Bain as alternates. And with them rode a new Number One man — Frankie Masters. Wednesday Nights at College Inn are once more what they used to be, now with the Young Masters in charge. And the stage-radio-press people again know where to go at mid-week; and the good Braun is back in form. Zelda Santley, Doris Hurtig and Edith Griffith head the show — impersonator, dancer and vocalist. Miss Santley, we think, is the find of the season. And Frankie and his boys have several smart glee club numbers. Yes, it's good to have Notables Nights at the Inn again. They're quiet like — and that's a notable compliment — with Young Masters doing a grand job. Perhaps the Old Maestro had better look to his laurels. Over in the Empire Room of the Palmer House there are a number of clever young people. The Rag Doll Kids, Duffin and Draper, are the most refreshing "kid" team we've ever seen. Extremely youthful appearing though they are, they've had a full measure of experience. Parisian sophiticates hailed them for a whole year at the Folies Bergere. There they earned star billing not given to an American team for many years. They had the routines, and Paris was quick JAPAN THIS SUMMER A journey to Japan, once months away is now days near. The cost, formerly of budget-wreck ing proportions, is now a comparative laughinf matter. Spend summer meridians away — in a world older than the Egyptian era, yet newer and still more glamorous than tomorrow's dawn. Peer into lordly temples and sacred shrines. Week' end at Miyajima or Lake Chusenji. Wanda amid the soft greens and tender tints of "Hiv pon's matchless scenery. 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Taste the de- lecta ble foods, breathe the exquisite bouquet of old vin tages; enjoy the music of Irving Mar- graff and the Black- stone Concert Ensemble. Let the Blackstone Staff help you plan your next Bridge, Tea or Coc\tail Party COCKTAIL HOUR 5 P.M. AT THE HISTORIC BLACKSTONE BAR to appreciate them. London, Monte Carlo, Ostende, Deauville and Berlin followed. Then John Murray Anderson grabbed them for his Almanac. Later they were featured at Cocoanut Grove in L. A. Their most famous routine is the "Rag Doll Dance." Matt Duffin is the dancer in this number, and Jessie Draper is the dancee. And it is hard to understand how any one who has bones can get into the positions that Miss Draper assumes as her contribution to this startling performance. Two other youngsters there are the McGraw. twins. There have always been twin sister acts in the amusement world, but when twins pass the most exacting examinations of learned scientists at the University of Chicago with identical scores and are thereupon labeled one of the few pairs of identical twins in the world, that's something else. Lydia and Geraldine McGraw were born on Christmas Day, eighteen years ago. Like all of the Abbott girls, they are from Chicago; were graduated from Senn High School last June and matriculated at Northwestern University last fall; began danc- ing with Miss Abbott when they were but five years old. And despite their merry whirl in the International Dancers' line of the twice-nightly shows, they still find time to study English, French, Geology and two mathematics courses. Lowe, Burnoff and Wensley, the comic dancers, are still fea tured in the Empire Room shows. The talented Rosita and Ramon, long famous for their fine dancing are there; and Gale Page, torch song sensation, Stanley Morner, ballader and Rich ard Cole and his orchestra polish off a perfectly balanced floor show. At The Drake Pierre Nuyttens has a real show in the Gold Coast Room. He has recently added Carmine di Giovanni, a tenor formerly of the operatic stage; Miss Clyde Cottam who does comedy and character dancing and George Nelidoff, Russian baritone. The others of the show are the Biltmore male trio; Francis Wilier, acrobatic dancer; Harriet Lundgren, a lovely ballerina; Ruth Lee, blueist; Stanley Hick man, tenor; and The Drake ballet. The Crusaders, a quartet with clarinet, string bass, guitar and accordion, play while Earl Burtnett and his orchestra take their intermissions. The Crusaders, by the way, are one of the featured Monday night units on WENR, and have been signed for a long term con tract for other weekly broadcasts by NBC. M. Nuyttens presents several original and carefully worked out stage sequences — the Slavic Fantasy and a new military number being his most engaging. Out south at the Steam Ship Ollie the charming captain, Miss Ollie Beebe, has taken on a new or chestral crew, Art Fisher and his boys. There are eight acts nightly in the show with Henrique and Adrienne, dance team, heading, and the Trilby Sisters and six other supporting acts. Down at the Terrace Garden in the Morrison Clyde Lucas and his California Dons are in the band shell for as long a time without intermission as any band we've ever heard. Romo THE AINSLEY LAMBERT DANCERS GO THROUGH THEIR CLEVER ROUTINES DOWN AT THE TERRACE GARDEN SHERRY AND PORT In Mayfair's most exclusive draw ing-rooms and at ancient Tudor hearths, "wine" means Sherry and Port. And for almost 150 years (where- ever good-living is British tradition) the finest Sherry and Port have meant Sandeman. 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The new show at Chez Paree will be cur rent by the time this journal is in the mails and on the stands. We shall report on it more fully in the next issue. Henry Busse and his orchestra have been selected to follow the Lopes outfit. Jack Waldron is the new master of ceremonies. And, best of all, Sheila Barrett is back to offer her swell mimicry. Martha Raye, vocalist; Barbara Blane, dancer; and the sixteen Chez Paree Adorables are featured. The new show, we understand, a.t.w. (at this writing— a term often used on a monthly pub lication) will be the first of its kind ever presented to the Town — it's built upon original music. We're glad about that; we complained in this department some time back about the lack of that very thing, and we wagered at the time that Mike Fritzel, Joey Jacobsen and Art Goldie would be the logical entrepreneurs to pull off the idea. Carlos Molina and his fine orchestra still hold forth in the Urban Room of the Congress. And that hotel will soon have a new room — the Eastman Room. Mr. Kaufman of the Con gress thought of it and gave talented Artist Eastman a carte blanche to go ahead and shoot the works. A novelty in Town is the four story restaurant over on the Avenue across from the 333 Building — the Budweiser Grill. There's an attractive bar and hors'd'oeuvres bar, a beautifully done Boulevard Room — silver and black chairs, walnut walls with black onyx pillars; the Grill Room downstairs with its own bar and colorful, comfortable leather upholstered settees and chairs; and a floor of private dining rooms — for luncheon and dinner parties, business luncheons and dinners, after -theatre suppers. It's really a show place. Paul Ash has forsaken the stage to become a school master. He head the Paul Ash College of the Stage, Radio and Screen, in the Mailers Building at 5 So. Wabash Avenue. The dean of stage band directors will devote his entire time to the school, he announces. Comprising a dancing department, with a staff of instructors, each an expert in a particular phase of the dance; a radio studio, where John Stamford of NBC will instuct in voice, public speaking, dramatics and radio technique; an electrical recording laboratory and complete radio broadcasting equipment, the Paul Ash college is one of the most complete institutions of its kind anywhere in the country. There is also a booking department, headed by Joe Bren, formerly of the Music Corporation, where entetainment is pro vided for any and all occasions; and students of the school, when perfected will obtain professional engagements through the medium of this entertainment service. For professionals, the College offers routines, musical arrangements, instruction, pro duction coaching, as well as bookings. With the appointment of Otto K. 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Portraits of all of our presidents from Washing ton down through Hoover to a large, handsome oil of F. D. R. hang on the early American walls. The Presidential Quintet plays during the dinner hour. (Begin on page 8) A BIT OF SWEDEN— ION Rush. Delaware 1492. European cooking and atmosphere. Famous for its smorgasbord. SALLY'S WAFFLE SHOP— 4650 Sheridan Road. Sunnyside 5685. One of the north side's institutions; grand place for after-a-night-of-it break fast. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish service and food stuffs. You'll leave in that haze of content that surges over a well-fed diner. STALEY'S — 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 2315. Specializing in charcoal broiled steaks and chops. Moderate prices. LA PARISIENNE— 127 E. Oak. Superior 3181. Coffee-chocolate patisserie; briocles, croissants served after the Parisian manner. FRED HARVEY'S — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Superior menu and string ensemble at dinner. WAGTAYLE'S WAFFLE SHOP— 1205 Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. 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May we have the pleasure of presenting our suggestions to you? 55th Street at the Lake Plaza 1000 HOTEL SHORELAND CHICAGO K^K^U^^^ e* EASTER eg |S FLOWERS Jf {* FOR HER.. <& 9* Corsages <?S if *<*« 2$ 3^ Blooming Plants $3 p& Spring Flowers GQ f* From $1.50 up *f ?* 9& 33 T.Don Kear in C ^g ^. O FLORIST -> ^ 3^ Board of Telephone ^Q C^ Trade Building Harrison 1000 ~V» CCu fCb CCb ecu (tb COufDuCa^CCuCQ.5 CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Here the fine old traditions of culinary art are preserved. And there's the fa mous Merry-Go-Round Bar in the Pompeian Grill. MORRISON HOTEL— 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Several dining rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. The largest in town, and there are several well-serviced dining rooms. HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle and Madison. Franklin 0700. Several superior dining rooms with excellent menus. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Several note worthy dining rooms and, of course, College Inn. And able bartenders at the bars. EVANSHIRE HOTEL— Main at Hinman, Evanston. University 8800. Most convenient for far north siders and, of course, Evanstonians. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match. HOTEL BELMONT— Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2100. Quiet and refined, rather in the Continental manner. 40 E. OAK — Whitehall 6040. Smart town homes, roof promenade and sun porch. BAKER HOTEL— St. Charles, III. Route 64, 37 miles west of Town. Unique atmosphere and two dining rooms, the main room and the Rainbow Room. Dinner dancing Saturdays. HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. Several private party rooms, the main dining room and the coffee shop. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 E. Pearson. Superior 8200. Here one finds the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak refinement. WAX WORKS FISKANA — Victor. Dwight Fiske's grand ballads, two discs, twelve inches: "Two Horses and a Debutante," and "Mrs. Pettibone"; "Ida, The Way ward Sturgeon" and "Clarissa the Flea." Absolutely for your library. WAGON WHEELS— Victor. Billy Hill of "Last Round-Up" fame col laborated on it; from "Ziegfeld Follies" too. Paul Whiteman's orches tra. Reverse: "If I Love Again" from "Hold Your Horses." THERE'S A CABIN IN THE COTTON— Victor. Cab Calloway and boys do it, and on the other side "The Scat Song." Better have it. RAFTERO — Victor. By the Paramount Studio orch. From the Parapix "Bolera." Reverse: "Carioca" from "Flying Down to Rio." A DAY WITHOUT YOU— Brunswick. Reverse: "This Little Pig," both from "Eight Girls in a Boat," by Victor Young and orch. I WANNA BE LOVED— Brunswick. Reverse: "Got the Jitters," both from Billy Rose's revue "Casino de Paree," by Don Redman and band. MOON ABOUT TOWN— Brunswick. Freddy Martin and boys play this good "Follies" number, with "You're Devastating" from "Roberta" on the back side. COFFEE IN THE MORNING— Brunswick. The Boswell Sisters sing this and "Song of Surrender" from "Moulin Rouge," accompanied by the Dorsey Brothers. WHISTLING UNDER THE MOON— Victor. Reverse: "There's Something About a Soldier," played by a couple of British bands, Jack Jackson and Ray Noble. Recorded in Europe. LET'S FALL IN LOVE— Victor. Eddy Duchin and his orchestra play this number from the film of the same name. Reverse: "Love Is Love Any where" from the same Columbia pic. STAR DUST — Victor. Reverse: "Speak Easy," both played by Wayne King and his orchestra. THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET— Victor. From the Paramount flicker "Eight Girls in a Boat," with "If I Didn't Care" on reverse. Both by Eddy Duchin and his able orch. f ^V IlILaJt 4 f LOORS Of SURPRlSfS fOP - ' ji/ue/u| gpfi'-tiig amd. oxsms. Nothing else like it in town. A famous caterer — a noted chef — four floors for food — each with a different and distinctive service. For a quick, but a mighty good lunch — a leisurely dinner — hors d'oeuvres and a tasty beverage — or after-theatre supper — you will find the food perfect, the prices fair, the service extraordinary — the environment smart but warm and inviting. Open from 12 to 12. New — and most attractive! Doormen park your car FREE Budweiser Grill Telephone State 1314 74 IgNADIAN (JUB S6 ^^TV|ANADIAN CLUB," happily, is one of those Jew products known the world over lor con sistent, unvarying excellence. W ken xiiram Walker, m 1858, lounded this now vast business, lie laid down naro-ano-last principles ol quality and purity. JL nose principles nave not been changed in 75 years. i hey are practiced laithlully today, 111 every process ol distilling and leisurely mellowing Canadian Club — whose age is attested by the government s official stamp which seals the bottle. JLhose same principles are your assurance that any product bearing the, name ol xiiram Walker Of Jons measures up to the high standards so evident 111 Canadian Club. <&t3> &jd7U/ WALKERVILLE, ONTARIO " " PEORIA, ILLINOIS W ft AwJlf^ HERE was a time when men were wont to debate the relative merits of different fine cars — and each of three or four favorites had owners who proclaimed it above all others in the world. $p No longer, however, does this situation obtain. For one car has come so sharply to the fore that it occupies a position quite obviously apart. That car, as you already know, is the Cadillac V-16. ip The story of the V-16's ascendancy is an interest ing one. In the first place, this car had its inception in the avowed determination of the General Motors Corporation to produce the world's finest motor car. And while the creation and development of this super car was entrusted to Cadillac, there was made avail able for the purpose every facility that General Motors itself possessed. No restriction of any nature was permitted to interfere with, or in any way hinder, the realization of the funda mental purpose — to -produce the finest medium of personal transportation on earth. ^p The first V-16 produced was, naturally enough, a sensa tion. For one thing, it was the first passenger car to have a 16-cylinder motor. Too, it reached performance standards and comfort standards that were entirely new. And in general elegance, it surpassed all previous conceptions, ip It soon became obvious that such a car would necessarily have a restricted ownership. It must have, it was realized— for no one organization could produce a volume of such cars and still hold to the standard established. So, at the end of 1932, Cadillac announced its restricted ownership policy for the V-16 — only 400 cars for the year, each body to be built to individu al order by Fleetwood. This has remained the V-16 policy, and such it will be through 1934. jp Naturally, the V-16's that will be produced in 1934 represent a revolutionary ad vancement over the V-l6"s of other years. For it is now, as it was in the beginnings the pur pose of Cadillac and General Motors to make this the car of cars. Always, it must represent a tremendous advancement over any other car available at any given time. s£ Consequently, you will discover in the neiv V-16's an order of general luxury almost beyond belief. Per formance simply defies any attempt at adequate description. There is comfort, in all things, that approaches the ultimate. And the car's general safety provisions leave nothing what ever to be desired. A demonstration would help to appreciate all this. But you would have to use a V-16 for years in order to get the full significance of its superiority, ip Membership in the "400" circle for 1934 is closing rapidly, and interested persons are advised to com municate immediately with their Cadillac dealers. For, once the 400 commissions have been accepted, that will be all for 1934. A D I L L A