April, 1934 like Price 25 cents CUICAGOAN THE WORLD'S FAIR-ENCORE An Article by MILTON S. MAYER Photographs by A. GEORGE MILLER A SUNDAY SUPPER SUCCESS A NIMATED amber and old J. jL gold, a crown of lacy foam, beautiful to behold, and all that it promises to the palate— Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer. Decorative and de licious, stimulating and satisfying, Blue Ribbon is the toast of Sun day suppers throughout America. Keep a case on hand at all times. It makes the simplest meal simply perfect, and it's a sure-fire hit on any and every other occasion. BLU E RIBBON Hear Ben Bernie on the Pabst Blue Ribbon Program every Tuesday Night. NBC Red Network © 1934, Premier- Pabst Corp. L_ L. W to ct plccifont evening This is not the prelude pictured above. This is the beginning of the pleasant evening when you realize you are looking your very best. The prelude takes place in the seclusion of the Lanchere Beauty Salon, where an invigorating Agnes MacGregor treatment, the excitement of a brand new coiffure, the final touch of a perfect make-up are the real prelude to having a nice time. Call State 1000, Local 141 for appointment. The Lanchere Beauty Salon is on the Fifth Floor. & D April, 1934 3. Contents for APRIL EASTER PARADE, by Burnham C. Curtis 1 A LITERARY ESCUTCHEON, by Sandor...., 4 A GUIDE TO CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 EDITORIAL COMMENT 15 CHICAGOANA, by Donald Campbell Plant 17 FAIRGROUNDS SCENE, by A. George Miller 22 WORLD'S FAIR: ENCORE, by Milton S. Mayer 23 THE NEW FAIR, by A. George Miller 25 SHAINDEL KALISH, by Maurice Seymour 26 DEATH OF THE THEATRE, by William C Boyden 27 MUSIC AND MOTION, by Karleton Hackett 28 "JEUX d'ENFANTS," by Maurice Goldberg 29 CARRIAGE CINEMA, by William R. Weaver 30 JAMES DURANTE, ESQ., by Clarence Sinclair Bull 31 SPORTS DIAL 32 SPRING SPORTS BLOOM, by Kenneth D. Fry 33 COSTUMES AND CUSTOMS, by Ruth G. Bergman 34 THE FIELDS ARE GREEN, by Williard D. Plant 35-39 THE GARDEN'S THE SPOT, by Kathryn E. Ritchie 43 BEAUTY AT EYE LEVEL, by Lillian M. Cook 44 CONTRACT BRIDGE, by E. M. Lagron 47 TO READ OR NOT TO READ, by Marjorie Kaye 49 OLD STUFF, by Alexis J. Colman 52 BASEBALL IN THE AIR, by Edward Everett Altrock 56 OLD JOHN LAW, by Jack McDonald 58 FUN IN COURT, by Joseph P. Pollard 61 A STAG AT BAY, by Carey Fitzhugh 64 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Patrick McHugh 66 MR. RICHARD ATWATER, POET, CLASSICIST, PUBLICIST AND COLUMNIST, IS VOUCHSAFED THIS MODERN ESCUTCHEON BY THE ADMIRING SANDOR THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager— is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company. Martin Quigley, President, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago, 111. Har rison 0035. Hiram G. Schuster, Advertising Manager. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. 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HAMILTON CO. 150 East Ontario Street FLORENCE ELY HUNN 49 Cedar Street A. DUDLEY KELLY 152 East Superior Street WILLIAM R. MOORE 40 Bellevue Place MORTON-FARMAN. Inc. 126 East. Delaware Place MARC T. NEILSEN 7123 Yates Avenue BYRON M. NORTON 133 Forest Avenue, Oak Park LEON R. PESCHERET 1306 Carmen Avenue WILLIAM J. QUIGLEY, Inc. 115 East Delaware Place GAY ROBINSON 664 North Michigan Avenue MABEL SCHAMBERG 630 North Michigan Avenue JAMES G. SKIDMORE 152 East Superior Street IAMES C. STAVRUM CO. 919 North Michigan Avenue KATHARINE MORSE THORNDIKE Anne Forester, Inc., 41 East Oak Street JESSICA TREAT 1803 Harlem Boulevard, Rockford, Illinois RUTH TUTTLE 115 East Chestnut Street CHARLES J. WATSON Watson & Boaler, Inc., 722 North Michigan Avenue D. LORRAINE YERKES 700 North Michigan Avenue FLORENCE BARKER Alberta Bames Beall, 866 North Wabash Avenue 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 Groody and Donald Foster. ELIZABETH SLEEPS OUT— Stud ebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2790. Leslie Howard's comedy which, a -few years ago, was named "Murray Hill." GIRLS IN UNIFORM— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. You know all about the story. The cast is said to be efficient. THE SHINING HOUR— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Story of a young wife who discovers herself beloved by her new brother-in-law; played by an able cast headed by Conrad Nagel and Violet Heming. MUNDELEIN MOSAICS— Mundelein College, 6363 Sheridan Road. Third annual offering of this popular program of one-act plays presented by the Laetare Players, Mundelein's dramatic club, April 8. CINEMA WONDER BAR — A lavish, lyric and altogether magnificent filming of Al Jolson's stage success with the Jolson voice in superb employment and all the goodlooking gals in the world plus Kay Francis. (Don't miss it.) GAMBLING LADY — Barbara Stanwyck's stellar stock hits a new high in a colorful, complex and extremely realistic drama of the gaming tables. (See it.) DAVID HARUM — Quaint Will Rogers, grand Louise Dresser, lovely Evelyn Venable and a splendid cast in a likewise splendid production. (Obligatory.) SUCCESS AT ANY PRICE— Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Frank Morgan, Colleen Moore, Genevieve Tobin and Edward Everett Horton totally lost in a scrambled scenario. (Unthinkable.) AS THE EARTH TURNS — Jean Muir and a vast cast of plain people endow with considerable realism this patient picturization of the year's first important pastoral. (If you need a spring tonic.) DIARY OF A CRIME— Ruth Chatterton and Adolphe Menjou. in a plod ding enactment of a depressing play proving, again, that "murder will out." (Skip it.) THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE— Ramon Novarro, Jeanette McDonald, Frank Morgan and other competents in swift, tuneful and opulent performance of a sprightly operetta. (Hear it.) MASSACRE — Richard Barthelmess fights the good fight for the persecuted Red Man, a little melodramatically but earnestly withal. (I would.) FOUR FRIGHTENED PEOPLE— Cecil B. DeMille directs Claudette Colbert and others in an oral but otherwise inferior derivative of "The Admirable Crichton." (I wouldn't.) BOLERO — George Raft and Carole Lombard divert and entertain with dance and dramatic didoes. (Yes.) DEVIL TIGER — A staged and inconclusive animal picture. (No.) DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY— Evelyn Venable, Fredric March and a dis tinguished cast distinguish a distinguished stage play so superbly screened that it's a pity picturegoers distinguish themselves by falling asleep on it. (Of course, you're different.) CAROLINA— Janet Gaynor, aided by Lionel Barrymore, Stepinfechit and subordinates of like calibre, not to mention a song hit, sends you out remorseful about the Civil War. (Go.) I AM SUZANNE — Gene Raymond and Lillian Harvey wangle an extremely delicate romance backstage in a puppet show. (Read Dorothy Aldis' "Hop, Skip and Jump.") HI NELLIE — Paul Muni ties Lee Tracy for the newspaper comedy drama championship of the screen. (Get a load of this.) LOOKING FOR TROUBLE— Spencer Tracy, Jack Oakie and Constance Cummings have and give a great deal of fun for six out of a probable seven reels, after which the plot goes haywire. (See that much of it.) HIPS, HIPS', HOORAY— Wheeler and Woolsey finally manage to prove themselves comedians. (See for yourself.) FASHIONS OF 1934— William Powell, Bette Davis and Frank McHugh in just about the most unique and satisfactory hour's inconsequential en tertainment of the month. (Take the ladies.) EIGHT GIRLS IN A BOAT — A distant Yankee cousin of "Maedchen in Uniform" with "This Little Pig Went to Market" as the theme song and major claim to notice. (You've heard it.) The Ritz-Carlton O is invariably tfte Ul choice of connois seurs—because of the distinguished at* mosphere, the im- peccable service, th* matchless cuisine-* plus that indefinable something found ONLY in Ritz hotels. The BAR, too, is a fascinating duplica tion of that famous Parisian Rendezvous* To lunch or dine in the OVAL RESTAU RANT is an event, even for our most frequent patrons. Albert Keller, President The Ritz - Carlton of Baton under the same management 6 The Chicagoan One of the nicest things about cruising on the famous President Liners is the absolute freedom they allow you — to sail when you please, stopover as you like, continue on when you choose. Actually you may go through the Panama Canal to California (or New York), to the Orient and back, or Round the World almost as freely on these great ships as you could on your own private yacht. And the fares are no more than for ordinary passage ! STOPOVER AS YOU LIKE Regular, frequent sailings of the Presi dent Liners make it possible for you to stopover exactly where you want to — see the things you want to see and make the sidetrips you want to make, then continue on the next or a later of these liners, whenever you are ready. Suppose you are making an Orient cruise: arrive at Shanghai, and find China more fascinating than you ever dreamed any place could be. Stopover! Visit Hang- chow and Soochow, Tientsin . . . and Peking. Stay as long as you like. Then continue on, on another President Liner — identical in luxury with the one you have left. ORIENT ROUNDTRIPS President Liners sail every week from Los Angeles and San Francisco via Hawaii and the Sunshine Route to Japan, China and the Philippines ; every other week from Seattle, via the fa~t Short Route. You may go oneway, return the other — stopping over wherever you like, travel on the splendid new S. S. President Coolidge and S. S. President Hoover and as many others as you choose of the President Liner fleet . . . even at the very special Summer fares. Roundtrips are from $450, First Class... and fron. $240 extra-economical Tourist Class. ROUND THE WORLD The most thrilling cruise of all— at a fare that makes just staying at home a much more expensive luxury. 26,000 miles. Visits in 21 ports in 14 different countries, including Hawaii, Japan, China, the Philippines, Malaya, India, Egypt, Italy, France . . . Take only Ho days, or up to two full years — stopping over wherever, and for as long as you please, at no additional fare. Sail any week from New Vork, Los Angeles or San Francisco ; alternate weeks from battle. First Class fares from $654 — and your ship is your '¦otelin port! CALIFORNIA Sailing from New York, via Hava na and the Panama Canal to California, stopover privileges :,i"« the same as on the longer cruises. Fares are from $165 on Round the World liners and fr'«n $200 on the Trans-Pacific vessels. And Round America roundtrips — one way by President Liner, the other by train — are from $255 First Class, hometown to hometown. There is a sailing every week from New York; fortnightly from California to New York. THE PRESIDENT LINERS If you do not already know all about these famed, world-traveling liners, ask any travel agent to show you pictures of their charming public rooms and ample decks — with outdoor swimming pools, their staterooms that are all out side, large and airy — with real twin beds . . . and to show you samples of their menus, made up from the best of the good things from all the ports they touch. Get all information from your own travel agent, or at any one of our offices:NewYork;Boston;Washington,D.C.;Cleve- land; Chicago; Toronto; Vancouver, B.C.; Seattle; Portland, MAIL LINE Ore.; San Francisco, Oakland, Los Angoles or San Diego SKIS STEAMSHIP LINES AND April, 1934 7 The WORLDS FAIR C. D. Wagstaff & Co. Landscape Architect's DESIGN — CONSTRUCTION EVANSTON- CHICAGO Or YOUR HOME GARDEN SPITFIRE — If the stage doesn't want her, Hollywood and I want her; Kathryn Hepburn, I mean, in anything so keenly and humanly done as this striking story of primitive life in modern America. (By all means.) YOU CAN'T BUY EVERYTHING— May Robson and Lewis Stone head a notable cast in a striking narrative said to derive from the record of a famously wealthy American woman. (Attend.) PALOOKA — Still the best comedy of the season and the picture of the current crop not to miss. (Positively.) TABLES Dusk Till Dawn 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; Lydia and Joresca and the Twelve Abbott Dancers head the entertainment, and Richard Cole and his Empire orchestra play. 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. GOLD COAST ROOM— The Drake. Superior 2200. Earl Burtnett and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Pierre Nuyttens presents delightful entertainment. JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Beautiful sup per room and a rendezvous of very smart people. Phil Levant and his orchestra play. Excellent entertainment. WALNUT ROOM— Bismarck Hotel. Central 0123. Maestro Al Kvale and his orchestra and entertainment. ORIENTAL GARDENS— 23 W. Randolph. State 4596. Dan Russo and his Orioles play and Peggy Forbes is featured. Wednesdays are Radio Nights. STEAMSHIP OLLIE— 1712 E. 71st. Dorchester 5250. Art Fisher and his Crew play; Henriques and Adrienne, international dance team, head the ' floorshow. Nautical atmosphere. 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. Morning — Noon — Night PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. The splen did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. THE DRAKE — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Several dining rooms and always impeccable service. THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. And a new Cocktail Lounge. 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. 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 and the new Eastman Casino. MORRISON HOTEL— 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Several dining rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. * AUDITORIUM HOTEL— 430 S. Michigan. Harrison 5000. These many years a famous spot for excellent cuisine and service. 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 Tavern. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 E. Pearson. Superior 8200. Here one finds the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak refinement. EVANSHIRE HOTEL— Main at Hinman, Evanston. University 8800. Most convenient for far north siders. (Continued On pdge 71) these three rooms one hundred thirty dollars — others from sixty dollars featuring.. marine view from all windows complete furnish ings and a well equipped kitchen service replete a sky lounge on the roof in Chicago's social and smart shopping district seven minutes to the loop fred h. baschen management the park dearborn apartment hotel 1260 n. dearborn parkway at goethe Whitehall 5620 8 The ChicagoaN * * This is a bold statement to make about wine ...but it's absolutely true I f There HAS BEEN a lot of apol ogizing for American wines since Repeal... a lot of senti mental pining for the quality of "the good old days." In the face of this, we say: "Garrett's Virginia dare not only is one of the incomparable wines of all the world; but it actually is a better wine than it was before Prohibition!" That's a bold statement. But it's true — and here's why: Garrett & Company, makers of Virginia Dare, have always respected tradition. But we haven't been afraid to depart from it when we've hit on a better way to do things. The years of Prohibition were years of quiet and thought ful experiment for us. And they resulted in several im portant discoveries that are definite improvements over certain wine-growing methods that have been followed for centuries. If you knew Virginia Dare in the old days, you'll find that it retains the superb flavor and unsurpassed after-taste that made it America's most popular bottled wine. But you'll also find that it is an even better wine now than it was then. It has no peer — and that goes for any wine, of any type, from any country! We sincerely feel that it would be a fine thing for the health, the happiness, and the sociability of this country if Virginia Dare could be in every home. Its modest price makes that hope at least within the bounds of reason. Get a bottle — today! Serve it at dinner tonight (preferably with dessert) — and at parties as a pleasant and beneficial re lief from teas, coffee, or other beverages. AMERICA'S MOST DISTINGUISHED WINE! * HOWT TO TELL A REALLY FINE WINE ? CLEARNESS If it's clear to the eye. BOUQUET If its bouquet is pleasing. TASTE If its taste is fruity and fresh. AFTER- TASTE A nd most of all, if, like VIRGINIA DARE, it has a clean, inviting after-taste. April, 1934 9 HOSPITABLE HOSTELRIES Th eSeaso **sS, T^ *> e '** ^r^tion own **& MORRISON HOTEL Madison and Clark Dine and Dance in the TERRACE GARDEN Clyde Lucas and his California Dons playing at night. 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This Shop has the most outstanding styles in active and spectator sportswear to be found anywhere in the West. The Chicagoan EDITORIAL Tl— I P F A I D The Messrs- Milton S. Mayer and A. George I L_ I n I l\ Miller resume in this number their superb series of articles and pictures acquainting an attentive world with facts and features of its greatest show, A Century of Progress Inter national Exposition. Among the millions of words printed and spoken on the subject in 1933 none told the story so well as these. Nor were there among the countless camera exposures publicly and pri vately exhibited photographs so faithfully reflective of both form and spirit of the fair. The present account picks up from the point where it left off in the October, 1933, issue. We,' too, resume herewith our sequence of thus far accurate predic tions relating to th% topic. We were brave enough, a year ago, to predict unprecedentedly favorable weather; we hedge a little on that point this year, out of respect for the law of averages. We declared, also, that attendance, in spite of economic conditions, would surpass the most optimistic official expectations and that the fair would pros per the city to an extent unguessed by the very gentlemen whose purchase of bonds indexed their confidence; we double that bet this year. Our third major prophecy, and a long shot it was at the time, maintained that the show would be held over for a second year. We followed this inspired assertion with expression of our belief that the exposition would be made, because it should be, an annual affair. This we now reiterate. It is a better idea now than it was then. We think it will work out. P^""^ D K A A V Without blare of trumpets, even with fingers ¦ ^-^ IX / V \/\ I crossed, we introduced last month the first of what we now know to be a series of short stories, The Show Left Town. We considered it a pretty good story, just about perfectly attuned to our purposes and policies if any, but we weren't prepared for the response it drew. Evidently we've been holding out on approximately our entire readership all this while. We hasten, then, to inform you that we have obtained from the same author, William C. Boyden, another and in our inexpert opinion better story entitled Five to Five and After, and from the same illustrator, Sandor, illus trations executed in the same original and ingenious technique. We break an old rule against advance announcements to declare that this feature will come to you in the May number. The appetite for Chicago fiction by Chicago writers in The Chica- GOAn is, we believe, of relatively recent birth. It stems, we feel, from the native interest which abides, normally enough, in the yet unfathomed facility of the city to make itself the scene of unparalleled events, adventurous and misadventurous as well as glorious and in glorious. No melodrama of our acquaintance has compared remotely with that continuous and all star performance which is Chicago itself. CmCAGOAN Announcement The Chicagoan is pleased to an nounce the appointment of Mr. Hiram G. Schuster to the post of Advertising Manager. Mr. Schuster comes to the magazine following a long and distinguished career with The Chi' cago Tribune and The Chicago Daily J^ews. The first step toward having a Packard THE FIRST STEP toward having a Packard car is one you can take privately and with no investment other than a little of your time. • Your Packard dealer will be pleased to give you a booklet which will allow you to decide whether you want to drive or ride in one of the newest Packards and have your old car appraised. • The booklet, presenting the most confident offer in the motor car in dustry, introduces a new method of fine car buying. We say buy ing because we believe fine cars should be bought rather than sold. You will be delighted to find the Packard salesman working with you toward this end. • In the booklet you will find a list of those in your own community who have bought Packard cars; a sug gested list of questions for you to ask them; and blank pages on which to record the answers you get. • We suggest that you select a jury of your friends and neighbors, twelve good men and true, who own Packard cars, and then let your purchase of a Packard stand or fall on what they tell you. • Only a great car could make such an offer. Only a great car makes it. Why not 'phone or call for your copy of the booklet? The sooner you get it, the sooner, we believe, you will have a Packard and then— "Ask The Man Who Owns One" will apply to you. PACKARD ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE Chicagoana Scraps of Notes, Comments and Sketches About the Town Collected by Donald Campbell Plant BOCK beer is with us again after far too long a vacation, and Easter is coming up. It's been a long time since the good old Aries zodiacal sign has been seen. We've never met many goats (rams), but we've always had a sort of distant admiration for them, which we are led to believe, is indubitably the way to admire that quadrupedal species. Stout creatures, they are — alert and full of go. And, as Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, so is the Bock beer goat's head the first sign of Spring. It usually used to appear after Easter, but Easter is early this year, and Aries, unable to bide his time, has jumped the gun on the bunny. Possibly because of the falling off of the Odgennashish sort of verse, possibly because we just feel ever so much better about everything, we are offering to any and all takers — our customary Spring temerity — five to one odds that, this Spring, we do not see in print the noun "habits" being rimmed with "rabbits." What with Bock beer on tap, the Fair coming up again and Spring in the air and practically all over the place, we just don't see how such a thing could happen. It wouldn't be fair. Liquor Show \X7E paused at the National Wine and Liquor Show over at the Sherman the other day. We could easily have stayed longer, it was that interesting. It seems that American wines, practically all products of the fine vineyards of California, with may be a few other grape-growing states in cluded, are as good as, if not better than, the table wines of France and Germany. They are excelled by only a few of the most celebrated of foreign brands. Well, Ernie Byfield got together a jury of prominent local socialites, people-about - Town and acclaimed wine-critics which presided over a wine-judging contest in the colorful International Tasting Room which is now an important part of the Hotel Sherman. (Personally, knowing several members of the jury, we think that a harder liquor, say Scotch, would have been a bet ter test of taste — what with known experi ence and all.) The members of the jury were invited to settle the long-standing dispute as to the relative merits and qualities of domestic and foreign wine types. The judges de cided that the best of all the wines at the Show was Montrachet of 1926, a flawless white Burgundy. Among the other wines in die highest quality bracket was Chateau Fihlot, which was considered to be superior to Chateau Yquem — both French. The German Steinberger of the miracu lous year of 1921 was found to have a shade or two on Liebfraumilch Kolster Doc tor of the same year. And the bons vivants put Schloss Johannesberger third although this was a wine vintage of a later year. The judges were especially intrigued by Etoile, a Swiss wine. When poured into a glass a slight frothy star forms on the surface of the wine. Sillery and a white Tipo Chianti were selected as two fine Ital ian wine entries. Domestic white wines of Sauterne, Haut Sauterne, Chablis and Reisling varieties were voted as good or bet ter than the table wines of these types from France and Germany. More than fifty wines were tasted, and Mr. Byfield stated that in the opinion of the judges the meth ods of American vinters are improving tremendously. cDillingeriana THERE have been countless stories, gags about the bold, bad Dillinger and his escape from Crown Point's rubber jail. He's been hiding under Mayor Kelly's desk and under Mrs. Meffoufsky's piazza. He was at a charity ball at the Congress, at the bicycle races, at a hockey game (Ah, there, Mr. Bennett) and he's been robbing banks all over the middle west. Personally, "She has that earache again, Mother, and I had to sit up with her all night!" we don't think there is a Dillinger, but here's an untold, unrevealed, unscooped story with a Dillinger angle. It concerns two speeding automobiles which, one night recently, were literally tearing up the streets of the north side. One was obviously in pursuit of the other. They took corners on two wheels, sped through alleys, parks and side streets dis regarding traffic lights and police whistles. Both of them were high-powered cars, the pursued bearing an Indiana license plate, the pursuer an Illinois number. Finally the Illinois car caught up with the Indiana car by curbing it. A squad of detectives and policemen with machine guns, rifles and revolvers immediately jumped out and surrounded the trapped vehicle. Imagine their chagrin when they discovered their quarry to be a squad of Indiana policemen. "Why did you keep tryin' to get away from us?" one of the Illinois detectives asked. "We thought you was Dillinger." The Indiana arms of the law nonchalant ly, but with sighs of relief, replied, "Wheewww! That was a close one. We thought you was Dillinger!" Violin Lore 'T,0 us a violin has always been a violin; "*• and whether or not it sounded well de- depended upon the player. We have heard antiquarians and connoisseurs ac claim and extol the glories of Antonio Stradivarius and Josef Guarnerius and other historic Cremona artists. We have heard some of the great virtuosi of the world play exclusively on these ancient in struments. But outside of the explanations of the experts we have had no tangible reasons offered as to why this more or less enlightened age cannot produce instruments to surpass the old-timers. Doubtfully, we have wondered if the modern artists played Cremona instruments for publicity and showmanship. Yet it is inconceivable that men like Kreisler, Heifetz and Elman would use any but the vehicle that would give the greatest artistic results. Granted then that an accomplished artist can produce better tone on some instru- ^1 ments than on others and that he unques tionably prefers the violins of Cremona, what is the explanation for it? What makes violin tone? We found out. The answer of course is control; control of the pitch, control of the intonation — physical control of the instrument itself. Just what the instrument itself contributes to the facility of control has lately been ' made the subject of some interesting re April, 1934 17 "Me him squaw!' search work done by scientists in the impartial seclusion of their laboratory. Ignoring for the time being the theories advanced by the experts, a couple of elec tro-physicists of Purdue University, Doctors T. H. Stevens and R. B. Abbott, in collab oration with Mr. Hermann Walecki of the violin department of Lyon 5? Healy, brought the impartial eye of science to bear on the problem. Selecting a group of rare examples of Stradivarius and Guarnerius and other Cremona makers from the Lyon & Healy collection, along with some high and average grade modern violins, tone analyses were made by means of a cathode ray oscillograph. Thus as the tone was produced, a visual picture of the amplitude and conformation of the tone vibration was discernible. The results, as we thought, are interest ing. It is well known that tone of any kind is made up of a fundamental plus a varying number of harmonica or overtones. The greater the harmonic range control the better the tone quality. Under the eye of the oscillograph, the Cremona instruments permitted the greatest freedom of harmonic control , as opposed to the modern instru ment, with which the overtones were con trolled but slightly and with great difficulty. Violin-makers have learned that three factors affect the tone quality of a violin. First the shape, which includes the general pattern, graduation of thickness, and size of the bass bar. Second the texture of the wood, and third, surprisingly enough, the varnish with which it is covered. It is not impossible to produce a violin identical in dimensions with a Stradivarius. It is pos sible, to an extent, to secure wood which is similar in grain and density. But no one has been able to produce a varnish which has the resilience and durability of the Cremonese. It is said that the formula has been lost since 1750 which year marked the close of a century and a half of great violin-making. At all events the varnish has defied even the analysis of chemical scientists. Cremona violins sell for from $5,000 to $100,000. In the light of mere antiquity or curio interest these prices appear to be formidable. But if the unique beauty of the voices of Cremona instruments lives and perishes with them, if the world de pends on their existence alone for the tone color, resonance, and carrying power of the king of instruments, a king's ransom would make their purchase cheap. Personality Test /^\NE of our suburban grammar schools v-^ has been passing out to its pupils a sort of Virtues Check List, to be marked by pupil, best friend, parents and maybe an odd uncle or aunt on a percentage basis — 45%, 78%, 89/2%, 97%, etc. It's a rather long list — some thirty- eight charac teristics to have — running the gamut from A to U : Ambition, clean body, clean con duct, clean speech, clean thought, cheerful' ness, courage, courtesy, economy, energy, enthusiasm, faith, gracefulness, industry, initiative, honesty, hopefulness, judgment, loyalty, modesty, no-fault-finding, no gos' sip, optimism, perseverance, pleasant voice, punctuality, patience, politeness, reverence, recreation, self-confidence, self-control, self- esteem, sense of humor, sympathy, sincer ity, tact, unselfishness. (If we've left out anything, please excuse us; it's been hard.) The list was brought home to one set of suburban parents by the enthusiastic (98%) daughter to be checked. The par ents looked over the thing and declared it to be pretty silly. The sincere (92%) and persevering (89%) child was adamant (not listed) and insisted that it just had to be filled out according to Hoyle and Queens- berry. The parents still thought it was absurd and endeavored to explain. And the young lady countered with, "But this is the exact list that Lindbergh fills out for himself every day!" And can't you just imagine him doing that very thing! Monday: Energy — 97%; industry — 95^2%; modesty — 100%; no fault-finding — 26%; politeness — 88%; (po liteness to newspaper reporters — 11%;) self- esteem — 99%; self-confidence — 100%; tact - — 10%; and so on, or maybe you'd better check-mark the Flying Colonel yourself. Great idea though. 'Black on White '1X7E stopped around to see the Fair * * Store's Quality Street — a regular street of completely furnished homes, you know, all very nicely done and carried out to detail. And we heard about this little interlude. There is one bed room, the White Room, where everything is an angelic, spotless white — a calm, virginal white. - 'Psstl Here I come!' 18 The Chicagoan "Shhhh! He doesn't want to be called before seven a.m.!" Well, one afternoon (there were many visitors roaming around) one of the attend ants received something of a shock. In the White Room, on the white bed, she dis covered lolling in a true lazy-bones manner three little colored boys, very comfortable, right at home and giggling. But it was a sort of spot on the sun. Stripped Heroine /^\NE of our agents reports what he thinks the final observer probably misses in the Amelia Earhart museum pieces in Field's new Hangar section : Under her visible trans- Atlantic costume of wrinkled, tan Jodhpur trousers, brown suede jacket and boots, the dummy wears the same tan silk hose, pink silk panties and "bra" in which Miss Earhart flew. Other items — goggles, compact, smelling salts — are plainly laid out. No garters, though, underneath or anywhere: probably went without just for the fun of it. zA Qappella * i "'HERE'S an organization in Town •*• that's doing more than its share to up hold the reputation of Chicago as a music center — the Chicago A Cappella Choir, de veloped and directed by Noble Cain, one of the outstanding exponents of a cappella singing in America. The choir, composed of seventy rich, young voices — the average age of its members is twenty-four — is en tering its fourth year of successful perform ance. It is heard regularly each Sunday afternoon as the chorus of the Hoover Sen tinels, and frequently as guest artists on other radio programs. The choir's next public appearance in concert is scheduled for April 19th at Orchestra Hall. Requirements for admission to the A Cappella Choir are few and simple — a good voice, the ability to read a score readily, and a passionate desire for musical expres sion. Solo voices are not asked for, although a number of members have rare ability for individual roles. Training is not required, yet some have studied in conservatories of music here and abroad. Professional musicians are in the minority. The members represent a wide diversity of nationalities, religions and occupations. Among the men are architects, dentists, lawyers, department store and factory ex ecutives, drug clerks, insurance salesmen, railway employes. The women include school teachers, saleswomen, stenographers and several housewives. Noble Cain, now choral director for the National Broadcast ing Company, had developed the Senn High School A Cappella Chorus to a point where it stood alone in that type of music. Many students after graduation wished to con tinue a cappella singing, and urged Mr. Cain to organize the more adult vocalists. These alumni of Senn were the nucleus of the present choir. There is a considerable waiting list at present. The members receive no stated salaries; but compensation for the services of the choir goes into a common account for dis tribution periodically. So eager were the members for a choir that originally they paid dues to buy new music and meet cur rent expenses." Now the organization is self-supporting. In addition to several Eastern concert trips, including one to Camden, N. J., for a Victor recording, the chorus has given six concerts with the Chicago Symphony or chestra under Dr. Stock, perhaps the most notable of these being its rendition of John Alden Carpenter's special choral number for the Washington Bi-centennial. Initialed Mugs THE old barber shop quartet that used to sing Sweet Adeline has been revived, but the old barber shop custom of private initialed, crested or name-bearing shaving mugs is pretty much a thing of the past. We did, however, bump into a sort of variation of it over at the Blue Ribbon Spa. In fact, it was there that we were reminded of it — the initialed mug custom, not the quartet. Now a lot of Spa regulars have their own beer mugs with their initials or names on them. It's a nice idea, and we like it. 'Planetarium TT was Caesar who wrote about being as "*¦ constant as the northern star and that the skies were painted with unnumbered sparks. And it was Caesar who, in addi tion to being one of the greatest military "She's writing a desert story!' April, 1934 19 geniuses of all time, became deeply interest ed in the study of the heavens — when he was sojourning in Egypt with Cleopatra. While there he met a famous astronomer, and together they worked out the solar sys tem of counting time, which is our present calendar system: the Julian Calendar. But the days when the secrets of the stars were reserved for kings, emperors and scientists are gone. We were thinking such lofty thoughts while we were star-gazing the other day, sitting under the vaulted dome of the Adler Planetarium watching the parade of the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Planets on the linen canopy of the star chamber. And meanwhile the director, Dr. Philip Fox, was clarifying for us the mysteries of the heavens. As we watched, the light of the sun was dimmed so that we could see the moon, the planets, the stars in the progress of one day. They rise from the eastern sky-line; they climb upward overhead; they sweep down ward to disappear behind our lakefront buildings outlined on the horizon of the Planetarium chamber. In four minutes we saw one complete day of the universe. But the Planetarium is rather like a great symphony: it defies wordy description — like getting religion, it can only be experienced. And this miracle of the lakefront was made available to us through the generosity of philanthropist Max Adler. It was he who made Chicago the home of the popular drama of the heavens, a drama visited by more than three million persons since its premiere in 1930. Open Road \ MERICANS interested in places and ¦*•*- things outside of this their own, their native, land Jbave. for some time been .explor ing the world of Soviet Russia. And now there is an additional reason for American "Mother goes through these things awfully wellt doesn't she?" excursions into the U.S.S.R.; the Anglo- American Institute of the First Moscow University, under the direction of Irving V. Sollins of N. Y. U., which was begun last summer with great success, will be elabo rated upon this summer. It will offer a variety of courses, with full academic credit, in education, economics, psychology, sociology, criminology, art, literature, areonautics and the Russian language all in English. It is conducted under the auspices of the Institute of International Education, which has on its advisory council many noted edu cators including John Dewey, Robert M. Hutchins, Harry Woodburn Chase, Charles H. Judd and Ernest H. Wilkins. Its pur pose is primarily a summer school for for eign students, teachers and others who are interested in education and social life of the Soviet Union; and the student is thus of fered a combination of summer schooling and European travel at very economical rates. 'My 'Adolescence,' Mona Lisa, the Venus de Milo, and my secretary, Miss Meeg.' The Institute was helped into being by The Open Road, the only American Travel agency to have permanent representation in the U.S.S.R. for many years, and the first to send organized tours to Russia. Just re cently The Open Road has opened Chicago offices wherein Mr. S. Jesmer is their rep resentative and Miss Florence Herzman, University of Chicago and Sorbonne gradu ate, is in charge of the travel department. T)og Show 'T,HE old First Regiment Armory will ¦*¦ again hear the growls, barks and yipes when the curtain goes up on the annual all-breeds shows of the Chicago Kennel Club on March 30, 31 and April 1. It will be the largest show in years with over one thousand dogs of forty breeds entered. Among the local breeders, the club's president, Alex Stewart, will show his Wires, Harold Florsheim his Airedales, Thomas M. Howell his Irish Wolfhounds and Labrador Retrievers, James Hayworth his Labrador Retrievers, the Orin H. Bakers their Kerry Blue Terriers, and Gor don Kelly his Labrador Retrievers. And about every breed from Chihuahuas to St. Bernards, including several rare Boxers, will be in the rings. Polo Situation HpHE polo horizon has brightened a bit ¦*¦ since the announcement that the Na tional Indoor Matches will definitely be held in Chicago. The first ray of sunshine came when doctors, peering at Herbert Lorber's fractured collar-bone via X-ray, said that there is a bare chance that he may be able to play in the tournament. Herb, with his customary energy, started burning up the telegraph wires trying to get a good high goal team on the field. And it looks as if he has been singularly successful. With Bob Nichoalds at number one, and Bill Nichols at two, Lorber will have a high goal outfit that will be hard to beat. Nicho alds, a young Texan now playing polo around Detroit, is a ball of fire on the 20 The Chicagoan indoor field, and well worth his two goal handicap. Bill Nichols, seen here last year in the Nationals, carried seven goals, and is one of the best players in the game. Nichols gave up polo last fall to begin an apprenticeship in a Muskegon foundry (a terrible fate for a polo player), but was ready at the drop of a hat to join Lorber for a little high goal play. No stone will be left unturned in order that Chicago may have at least one high goal team in the Nationals, even if it means burning down a Muskegon foundry to get Nichols a few days vacation. ^Design for Static TN a local gown shop where the rugs are as deep as the concern for milady's com fort, contact with her saleswoman's hand brought an involuntary cry to the lips of a rather timid client. (It was during that last cold, dry snap — and you know how "elec tricity" is generated by dry weather and thick carpeting.) A week later when this same lady re turned for a try-on, the saleswoman ex cused herself for a moment. She reap peared wearing,- the customer noticed, a small metal chain trailing from one ankle— a la gas truck. It worked. Academy Graduates T T'S rather a jump from the plump forms and curly tails of Walt Disney's now notorious Three Little Pigs to the Paris salon of the French fashion director, Main- bocher, but we made it easily the other day while thumbing through some bulky files over at the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts. It seems, strangely enough, that both of these prosperous, successful and universally- known artists were one-time students in this Town of ours. And here, side by side in the Academy files, are their embryo at tempts at art. A decorative sea and gull arrangement is the early start towards Main- bocher's fame as a great designer of dress, and a pen and ink bit is Walt Disney's first step towards the renowned rodent — Mickey Mouse. 'O.K. Boys— I'll pay the water bill — don't take out the pipes." They tell us 25,000 young people have gone forth from this school of Carl Werntz' in the last thirty-two years, and as Mr. Werntz names former students who are now the leaders in all fields of design, Chi cago looms importantly as the training place of artists. Ezra Winter, painter of one of Radio City's highly publicized murals, Dean Corn wall, whose recently completed California murals have brought him wide attention, Louis Ritman, Carl Lawless, the Taos painter, Victor Higgins, the Prix de Rome winner, Eugene Savage — only one of four such winners from this Chicago Academy — the illustrators Russell Patterson, Grant Reynard, Dynevor Rhys, and the renowned "Eric" of Vogue, all have left student sketches in these Chicago files. There is hardly a well-known cartoon strip whose originator did not at one time or another attempt his pen and ink antics in this school. Frank King of Gasoline Alley showed a penchant for a colorful, il lustrative style which still bursts forth in "Fannie May will hear about this, young man!" occasional Sunday strips, and Helen Hokin- son, satirist of The Klew Tor\er, did sweet little Dresden-like girls before she took to the big-bosomed ladies of women's clubs and travelling tendencies. Frank Willard, Billy DeBeck, Cecil Jensen, Vaughn Shoe maker, Roy Nelson, Carey Orr, Charles Plum, J. Millar Watt, George Storm, E. C. Segar — the list of cartoonists of Chicago training is amazing. All of which convinces us that Chicago is pretty important as an art center. That so much talent has been trained here is reason enough to believe that the process is still going on, and even now we are looking with admiration and fond hope on the paint-smeared youngsters sitting over drawing boards, and splashing before easels. Jonetics "^TOT what you might call a regular -L^1 Tribune reader, we hadn't bumped into that paper's simplified spelling until the other Sunday. We were reading, in the sports section of course, about the Flor ida Derby and (the Tribune linotype had got excited and the line was ". . . Derb yand . . .") Bobby Jones's comeback plans. In each story the word "aisle" was used and spelled, after the Tribune fashion, "ailes," and we had to read each line a second time before we got the idea. And in the turf story there was a word that we just couldn't solve: "rihtd." The sentence read: "Mrs. Damon Runyon's Angelic, closing stoutly, was rihtd, a head behind Forever Young . . ." and it didn't seem to mean very much to us. Maybe it was the linotype again. Anyway, between the Tribune editorial de partment and the Tribune linotype oper ators the good old English language will probably eventually become something else again. But Kernel Macormic's words, no matter how funny the spelling, are law. P. S.: After having gone into the weighty matter more thoroughly, we be lieve the word "rihtd" is the Tribune's new way of spelling "third." April, 1934 21 STEEL THAT STOOD THE STRAIN OF MANY A ROLLICKING ROLLER COASTER PARTY IS PULLED DOWN AS A CENTURY OF PROGRESS EXPOSITION TRANSPLANTS THE MIDWAY IN PREPARATION FOR ANOTHER FESTIVE YEAR ©ft With the ©Id PHOTOGRAPH BY A. GEORGE MILLER The World's Fair — Encore A Preview of the Big Show on the Lake Front By Milton S. Mayer YOUR World's Fair editor, whose policy of batting 'em fair and fearless has won him fame throughout the length and breadth of the 23 rd precinct of the 5th ward, has been pressed to take up where he left off last November. He has been pressed by such distinguished Chi- cagoans as his landlord, his butcher and the gas company. The latter finally shut off the gas. If I may usurp the prerogative of the 20- cents-a-word writers and use the first per son singular, let me say that I did not give the Fair a thought from last November un til two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I found myself on my favorite front porch in Selma, Alabama ("50,000 White Farmers in Dal las County by 1935"), dreamily inhaling the ivory fragrance of the magnolia blos soms. That's a lie. The magnolias don't bloom until mid-April. But I actually was on my favorite front porch in Selma, dreamily inhaling the ivory fragrance of one thing or another. (The mint should stand in the Bourbon for three hours, and no leaves on top of the glass.) "Massa Milton," said one of the grey- haired old darkies who has been in our family for 300 years and consequently can't get around as well as he used to, "wha's about dis heah wuhl' fyah agin? Does y'all reckon we gonna wanna go?" "Da's right, Massa Milton," chorused sev eral other grey-haired old darkies who hap pened to be sitting on the front porch of the grey-haired old mansion, "wha's about it?" This whole scene is a fabrication of a diseased mind. There weren't any grey- haired old darkies on the front porch, and everyone knows that no Southern gentle man with a tatter of pride would deliber ately open a conversation with a Yankee. It was I who opened the conversation by asking what the Selma folks were saying about ' the 1934 Fair. I was told they weren't saying much of anything about it yet, and then they asked me if it was going to be any good. I didn't know, but I wasn't going to display my ignorance, so I feigned an attack of epilepsy and excused myself, retiring to my room and remaining there until the first train left town, three days later. Returning to Chi cago, I hied me to the Lake Front, and a chilly hie it was. The place was still snow bound, and there was not a great deal doing as far as hammering and riveting are con cerned. But the Administration Building was like a bee-hive in the season of bee hives. I went about in my usual way, listening at key-holes, wooing pretty secre taries for inside information, obtaining ad vance dope from several executives whose private lives I threatened to expose. When I left the Lake Front to return to civiliza tion, I had in my brief case the secrets of the 1934 World's Fair, besides a couple of pair of sox and a suit of long underwear left over from the last time I had used my brief case. A Century of Progress (the name is so immortally bad that I wouldn't want to see it changed now) has to do two things this year: (1) it has to be as good as it was last year to bring in the people who didn't come last year, and (2) it has to be better than it was last year, to bring in the people who came last year. It is going to do both. My closing note on the Fair in these pages last fall was a sour one indeed. I felt that the administration of the fair had been stampeded into reopen ing a show that had run its course. As I saw it at the time, the Daweses (what ever became of Charley, anyway?) had listened too credulously to the politicians who saw in the reopening the possibilities of graft and the certainty of shooting off their mouths; to the merchants and innkeepers, who stood to profit if the fair attracted fif teen people over the whole summer; and to the sentimentalists who wept that so much glory should pass from the earth. My opinion was that the sentimentalists had swung the deal, in mass formation be hind President Roosevelt. The Prexy got only the veriest glance at the fair when he was here and certainly had no opportunity to familiarize himself with its problems. But his voice had already become indistinguish able from the Voice on the Mount (and with reason), and when he, or one of his secretaries writing over his name, informed Rufus Dawes that it was a swell fair and it shouldn't be shut up, the die was cast. I felt that the voice of the common, or forgotten, variety of man, including me, would have told Rufus Dawes: "It sure enough has been a swell fair, but enough is enough. If Chicago didn't attend this year — and you say it didn't — what makes you think it will attend next year? There may be some out-of-towners who couldn't afford to come up this year and may be better off next, but they will be a matter of thousands, and your at tendance needs to be millions." That is how I felt last November. In these two weeks, my feelings have under gone a metamorphosis. If I had to, I think I could argue myself out of that attitude here and now and prove that the 1934 fair was a smart business proposition from the first. But I shall save that, it will not in terest you to know, for next month, in this same arena. My concern this time is the plant itself. Will it be different from last year's? Will it be "better"? It will be as much different as money and ingenuity can make it different. It will be as much better as experience can make it better. Remember, the men and women who are running this fair are post-graduates in the world's fair business. There have never been such before. No fair (except England's 1925 Wembley exposition, which wasn't completed for the first year) has ever been reopened. Between fairs the people who ran the last one die off before the next one, or the conditions of life alter so radi cally that their experience i& of no use. The administration of A Century of Progress is living its life over again, soon enough after the first time to profit by its experi ence. The mistakes of the 1934 fair will have to be new mistakes; the mistakes of the 1933 fair will not be made again. Wait 'til you see the new paint job. That, for Us in Chicago, who have to live with it day in and day out for six months, is going to be something lovely. Can you imagine applying the word "lovely" to the scrambled rainbow of last summer? It was sensational, like having a leg cut off is sen sational. It was too confusing, too mean ingless to do more than stagger the specta tor. It was predominantly contrast, and, as every one of us well-dressed women knows, when contrast dominates harmony in an ex tensive scheme, the result is offensive to the average eye. As this is written, the plan for painting the fair has not been released to the penny prints. Here it is: The exterior of the fair is going to be divided into vistas of a single predominating color. Wherever the visitor stands, his eye will receive the im pulse of a single color or color-combination, shading off into another sympathetic color- combination predominating in the adjacent visual area. The palette has been reduced from twenty-six colors to ten. Not only will the predominant color segregate the structures into visual areas, but insofar as it is possible a predominant color will tie together the structures related in purpose. Thus, white will predominate in the en tire transportation group — the Travel and Transportation Building, the Chrysler Building (already white), the General Mo- April, 1934 23 tors Building, and the new Ford Building. The harmony in last year's hodge-podge was too subtle. It escaped the public. There were so many colors in so many places that the only picture a returning visi tor could give his home-town folks was, "The whole thing's in colors." Who, let us ask, remembers the color of any single building last year, except for the Federal Building's gold, General Motors' orange, and Chrysler's white? Not I, for one. 1 here were vistas last year, but they were too large and too complicated. The eye was asked to take in too much. The present scheme eliminates the painful blasts of color, retaining, all the same, the. gaiety and relief that the use of many colors induces. Last year's scheme was Joseph Urban's. This prime and ir responsible colorist saw the fair itself for the last time in September, 1932. He died in July, 1933, probably unaware of the re ception his fantasy received. Urban was accustomed to measuring the success of his designs by the reactions of the workers on the lot, the carpenters, the hod -carriers, the charwomen. He altered his plans accord ing to those reactions. But he was ill in New York while the fair was being thrown together, and his contact with it was lost. His place has been taken by the young man who superintended the job for him last year, a young man whom, in my igno rance, I ignored last year in my examination of the builders of the fair. The young man is Shepherd Vogelgesang. This year's fair is Vogelgesang's. The color scheme is his alone. He is about 30, at once a color ist and a thinker (not an inevitable com bination), a conversationalist, and a person of such parts as to be the focus of every drawing-room and pool-hall where world's fairs are likely to be discussed. During the long winter he heard every kind of person express every kind of opinion as to the color of this year's fair. He thought about them .all, sifted them through his own, and decided, a few weeks ago, what he'd do if he owned the place. The administration listened to his scheme and told him he owned the place. From the outside of the Twelfth Street entrance, the vista will be predominantly white, harmonizing with the Field Museum and the Aquarium. The circle inside the entrance will be red, going to red and orange east across the Twelfth Street bridge and following through in the Dairy, Food and Federal and States groups. The red inside the Twelfth Street entrance will give way to blue-red as the visitor looks south toward the Hall of Science. Blue-red goes to green in the court of the Hall of Science. This green carries across the Sixteenth Street bridge to the Communications section of - the Electrical Group on the island. Looking south from the Hall of Science the visitor finds the green picked up on the north facades of the General Exhibits Group. White, used as relief in all the combinations, becomes domi nant in the court of the Electrical Group. Looking north from the white-and-yellow Twenty-third Street entrance, the visitor sees the south fa§ades of the General Ex hibits Group and the Hall of Science, both dominated by white and yellow. This same combination carries over the Twenty-third Street bridge to the Horticultural Building and the Casino, where it blends to red- orange. ' The Travel and Transport Building will be white and silver, and the long shed ex tending south from it will be blue-red, a horizontal black stripe eight or ten feet above the ground running around the two buildings. The white of the Travel and Transport Building carries to the rest of the transportation group. The success of the scheme depends large ly on the willingness of the exhibitors own ing their own buildings — General Motors, for instance — to "go along." If the paper conception is carried out all the way through, the visitor will take away with him a lasting image of the fair as he saw it from every strategic point. A year from now — five years from now — you will be able to describe the exterior of the 1934 fair. The fair by day will be no whit more lovely than the fair by night. First — here are your post-graduates —black and dark blue have been eliminated from the large surfaces because they do not illuminate— they create holes in the night effect. The biggest hole in the night effect was the lagoon. Urban conceived it from the focus of the nocturnal spectacle: bril liant with fountains and boats and encircled by a necklace of lights. There was no money for the lagoon last year, and the dark channel running the length of the ex position became a no man's land by night, making two fairs out of the mainland and the island. This year there is money — not too much, but enough for at least part of the Urban's conception to be realized. The necklace of lights is a certainty. There will be more boats and they will be lighted. Urban's most romantic touch was a theatre in the north lagoon, built out from the Sixteenth Street bridge. This structure, like most of those planned for the arts last year, never rose. This year it will, not as a theatre, but as a cafe-concert plaza, with shops and ex hibits. At this: writing it is likely that Ur ban's lagoon theatre will be occupied largely by a complete distillery installed by Hiram . Walker &? Sons, Ltd. ; sic transit. For the south lagoon the most ambitious spectacle of the new fair is on paper. Its chances for materializing are good. It will be an arcade or tunnel of water, 1,500 feet long, extending south from the Sixteenth Street bridge. Seventy-five feet wide, thirty-five feet high, it will be illuminated from beneath the surface of the lagoon by a kaleidoscope of thirty-two colors. At the south end of it will rise a water dome 180 feet in circumference and twice as high as the dome of the Federal Building. All of that, together with new touches of giantism added to the general illumination by night, is the 1934 fair in panorama. How, my friends, does it sound to you? It sounds good to me. It sounds better than good. It sounds as if it will wear. I think we who saw the fair fifty times and more last year became bored with .the unbroken excitement of color; there were places to rest the legs, but none to rest the eye; there was no foil to the unfolding batik. Last year's colors were a sight to see, but something was missing. The new fair will have a serenity, as it is pictured to me. That serenity may prove to be the some thing that was missing. I wonder if my friend Vogelgesang's decision to introduce a note of serenity into his fair isn't a con cession to the dead, and therefore serene, past. Serenity was a great thing once. It was conceded to imply more majesty than fury implied. The columned serenity of the World's Columbian Exposition made a dwarf of every visitor. It marked the open ing of the age we call our own. We aban doned serenity for fury, the church steeple for the skyscraper. The 1933 'fair was the apex of fury; I wonder if it wasn't the Armageddon. One afternoon before Vogelgesang had decided on his paint job, he and I sat spin ning the silken skein of philosophy, and it came my turn to sound forth, and I said I wondered if people changed much and if they didn't want what they had wanted a thousand years before and if the past wasn't more present than the present. And Vogelgesang grinned and said, "I hope you're not going mystic on us." I hastened to say I wasn't, but I Was. Now I find Vogelgesang introducing what I take to be a note of serenity into the fury of the world's fair. I wonder if he isn't going mystic on us. After I have thought about it some more, I will go around to his basement and accuse him openly. I think I'm right about the past and all that. Take the principal develop ments aside from the color scheme — of the 1934 fair: There are going to be seven olden-time villages where the Midway stood last year. (The Midway is being moved to the north end of the island, to pull the crowds over the bridge.) There will be a Swiss, a Tunisian, a Black Forest (sh-sh-sh: Ger man) , a Spanish, an Old English, a Colonial and an Irish Village. They were inspired by the success last year of the Belgian Village. And they will probably all go broke — the logical sequence of the American habit of playing a good thing to death. Why was the Belgian Village so success ful? It appeared, at the beginning, to have no place in an exposition avowedly built to extol the miracles of modern science. Its counterpart has been seen in every fair for a century. It looked like a big risk. What happened? The unrelenting miles of scien tific wonders drove the visitors into the Bel gian Village. It was simple, it was quaint, it was serene. It was a reproduction of what mankind possessed five hundred years ago; it was what (Continued on page 61) 24 The Chicagoan ©n With the Tl ew PHOTOGRAPH BY A. GEORGE MILLER STEEL SWINGS SWIFTLY TO PLACE IN THE SKELETON OF THE FORD MOTOR COMPANY'S TREMENDOUS EXHIBIT, OUTSTANDING AMONG THE NEW ATTRACTIONS ADDED THIS SEASON TO A CENTURY OF PROGRESS EXPOSITION BLASE CRITICS APPROACHED WITH SKEPTICISM THE JEWISH PEOPLE'S INSTITUTES PRODUCTION OF "GIRLS IN UNIFORM" AT THE BLACKSTONE THEATRE. THEY LEFT THE THEATRE IMBUED WITH UNBOUNDED ENTHUSIASM. THE PRODUC TION CAN BE UNQUALIFIEDLY CHARACTERIZED AS PRO FESSIONAL CREDIT FOR THIS' MUST GO IN A LARGE MEASURE TO THIS BRILLIANT AND SENSITIVE YOUNG ACTRESS. WHO PLAYED THE PART OF MANUELA. HER WORK SEEMED INSPIRED. HER FUTURE SEEMS UNDOUBTED Death of the Theatre Mystery with Ten Villains and No Solution By William C. Bo yd en THERE are mysteries surrounding Ten Minute Alibi as fascinating as the problem presented by the play itself. Under the auspices of the American Theatre Society, the show did extremely good business at the Erlanger for two weeks at a $2.50 top. Naturally encour aged, the producers moved the play over to the Selwyn and generously dropped the price to a $1.50 top. Immediately the show stopped doing business. It is impos sible to gauge intelligently the psychology behind such an anomalous situation. Here is one of the best plays of the murder- mystery type ever seen in Chicago. Its theme is novel in treatment; its suspense is gripping; its cast most happily chosen, with particular reference to those attractive young men, Bramwell Fletcher and Stiano Bragiotti, who portray the murderer and the murdered. Yet with the whole world nutty about mystery stories, play-goers are cool to the merits of the piece. Is it any wonder that the press is carrying stories to tjie effect that New York producers have put Chicago in Coventry? If Ten Minute Alibi cannot draw trade in Chicago for $li50, we might just as well classify our selves as a one-night stand. Reams have been written about the rea sons for the death of the theatre in Chicago. Each commentator presents his own hypothesis. Presumably the answer is a combination of many circumstances and conditions. With the risk of being repetitious, it might be interesting to list the various theories advanced, and without undue dogmatism to comment briefly thereon. A. "Hight Clubs have Killed the Thea tres. This cogent thought has been ad vanced by the sapient Ashton Stevens. He opines that a fellow taking his girl out for an evening gets better value at, say, the Palmer House or College Inn, where for a charge of $2.50 the couple can dine, see a floor show and dance till dawn. Contrast this with the problem of going to the theatre, paying $2.50 for a ticket and being still faced with the problem of dinner and post-midnight diversion. There is force in Mr. Stevens' argument. Yet, there are numerous classes of theatre-goers who do not classify as young lovers. Also numer ous young swains who can afford dinner, theatre, and night club. B. Tallies have Killed the Theatre. This theory has been advanced for years, and, while containing some grain of truth, does not tell the whole story. It is true that good dramatic values come out of the talkies, but one has only to compare stage and picture versions of the same opus to realize that flesh-and-blood actors can offer far greater satisfaction than shadows on a screen. C. The Theatres in Chicago are in V/ea\ Hands. This proposition has been publicly advocated by no less an authority than Professor Charles Collins. Again the truth of the idea is patent. Many of the Chicago theatres have been operated by shoe-string producers offering unpal atable theatrical fare and very little of that. On the other hand, groups like the local Shubert office and the American Theatre Society have undoubtedly tried to bring good things to Chicago and have suffered much grievous disappointment from the lack of support on the part of the populace. Ten Minute Alibi is an obvious case in point. D. Methods of Merchandising Tic\ets are Atrocious. Here is a reason which must be sound. Of course, everyone is familiar with the meretricious practices of ticket agencies in their demands for more than the fixed price of the merchandise offered. On the reverse side of the ledger we have in Chicago the ridiculous "two- for- one" custom, by which a naive playgoer buys at the box office for $2.00 what the man in the next seat has gotten for $1.00 by pick ing up a coupon on a cigar stand. More over, the public has come to realize that it is a good old Chicago custom to run a play for two weeks and then begin to issue the cut-rate coupons. Who is going to pay $2.00 for something he believes he can buy next week for $1.00? Again, there are too many passes issued. So, too many people who can well afford the price of a ticket are sitting in theatres next to customers who have laid out hard earned money for the same privilege. Much more could be, and has been, written on this subject. E. Box-Office Men Drive Customers from Theatres. This, of course, has always been true, and is allied to the general stupidity in merchandising tickets. Obvi ously, it is difficult for a box-office man to offer a customer two nice seats in the fifth row center when all said seats are in the hands of speculators. But theatre man agers should wake up to the fact that to the great majority of the public a theatre box-office is a forbidding spot. It should not be so. F. The Stage Hands' Union is Killing the Theatre. This is half true. Clearly, the excessive demands of the stage hands and their business cousins, the musicians, have discouraged many inexpensive produc tions. Yet, the wiser theatrical men in Chicago know how to handle these aggres sive unions, and a play or musical show which is doing anything like good business can staff the gaff, hard as it may be to take. G. J^ew Tor\ Sends Us Bum Casts and Shabby Productions. There is a lot of jus tice in this contention, and many Chicago audiences have been disgusted by the ad vertisement "New York Cast," as against the reality of one or two original players and a bunch of second-raters filling in. In many instances, as again in Ten Minute Alibi, the general imputation is not founded in fact. H. Chicago Theatres Do 7<iot Advertise. With the business at hand theatres can hardly advertise in competition with the vast full-page spreads which herald talking pictures. But one should be able to find the theatre ads, at least while the news papers and periodicals are devoting the present considerable amount of space to the doings of the stage and stage-folk. I. Chicago Has Been Hard Hit by Closed Ban\s and the Insull Crash. True enough. And this may be a most patent factor in the situation. On the contrary, as often pointed out. poverty-stricken and strife-wracked cities like Berlin and Vienna are getting infinitely more in stage enter tainment than we are. J. Lac\ of Good Plays. Here we are in a vicious circle. We have so often turned our backs on good plays that we can hardly blame New York managers for being chary. If we must face the unpleasant prospect that this second largest city in the United States must take a tenth rate position in the theatre world, then, assuming there are people here who want the theatre, can we develop a native drama to fill the gap? There are obvious difficul ties. Shoe-string domestic comedies appar ently have an audience but they are not satisfying to sophisticated and worldly persons of which Chicago has its full share. Repertory movements like the defunct Goodman need directors of creative genius and substantial financial backing. There is, howeyer, a glimmer of hope in such productions as Girls in Uniform, the remarkable presentation by the Jewish People's Institute under the direction of Charles Freeman. Mr. Freeman has proved that it is possible to produce locally a play of professional quality. Moreover, he has apparently unearthed and developed ac tresses capable of being factors in a new movement for a Chicago theatre. I refer to Shaindel Kalish, the amazing child whose picture is on the opposite page, and Sunda Love, who for the first time has a part worthy of her obvious talent. April, 1934 27 Music and Motion Wherein the Intelligenzia and the Generality See Eye to Eye B y Karleton Hackett THE Ballet Russe made good their place in the sun by doing another of those things that cannot be done. The success of their engagement at the Auditorium was simply a smash bang, and that not merely on the artistic side but also financially— if you are of the type of mind interested by such vulgar details. We in this land have never been properly ballet-minded and for proof the old Ballet Russe of Diaghileff still holds the record for artistic achievement rising heroically from a cataclysmic financial debacle; some of our most impressive money powers shiver to this day whenever they think of it. So, when this tour of the new Ballet Russe was an nounced, the wisenheimers shook their so phisticated heads, wondering, more or less sympathetically, who had had the nerve to stretch his neck out this time. Then, at the first performance, when the intelligenzia waxed almost lyrical in their enthusiasm, why that settled it; not a chance. If the intelligenzia fell for it then it was a cinch that the generality would have none of it. But, To and behold! The generality flocked in such numbers that they had to give an extra performance- — and are com ing back for a return engagement. Well, there simply is no telling about the public. What you would think they would like they turn up their nose at, while something that is really' way over their heads they simply eat uk ' 1 he classic mold of the Les Sylphides had a something of formality that missed the poesy and left one cold. Well done and all that, but as one old-timer mournfully said, "for ro mance, evidently, there must be grand dukes." Well, what has romance and grand dufc^s to do with this machine age — even if most of the equipment is standing idle? A touch of the old quality in Prince Igor, a color and vigor that recalled the barbaric day when life was lived for its own sake and nobody thought of making money. But this new Ballet Russe is of today. Beach and The Beautiful Danube with un daunted youth expressing itself with grace and charm made practical by routined skill. They knew their stuff and it was right up to the minute with the dancers grouped against backgrounds where all had been massed with remarkable sense of color. At times pretty close to a glorified musical comedy, save that the dancers were so young, so pleasing to the eye and withal so expert that they carried it up into higher realms. And yet all expressed in terms of our day that everybody could get. For once the intelligenzia really could approve of something that the generality liked — which surely constitutes a record. Gratifying signs of life, too, at Orchestra Hall, with the young bloods, at least comparatively speaking, quite turning things upside down and mak ing them like it. The house absolutely filled on Thursday evenings, to the tauten ing of the nerves in the hall and on the stage. With the highest of artistic resolves it is quite impossible not to feel that sinking sensation at the pit of the stomach when the players come forth to gaze at rows of empty seats. A depressant also to the audi' ence, and the one reacts upon the other until the gloom within the hall becomes a thing almost palpable. The Sowerby Passacaglia, Interlude and Fugue had genuine creative force back of it aptly set forth. Recondite in thought and reserved in the mode of expression, but likely to wear the better for that. Honest music beautifully played. Debussy's La Mer was delightful. Mr. Stock had the deft touch to weave the deli cate strands into an exquisite tonal texture which was both imaginative and forceful. The Schumann symphony, alas, shows age, and with the best of good will Mr. Stock could not quite make it sound as we used to think it sounded. Schumann never could fetch it with the orchestra, and his really fine thoughts have faded for want of adequate setting down. Good stuff in Hanson's symphony but why "romantic"? When a man has writ ten music he is willing to stand by, why not let it go at that, leaving the hearers free to write their own ticket? Gregor Piatigorsky played the violoncello with his usual aplomb. He always has something inter esting to say with his instrument, but for my single self I would rather hear him ex press himself through almost anything rather than Bloch's Rhapsody. Doubtless my error, but thus I feel, so why lie? For a long time now the serious-minded have been lifting up their hands in suppli cation for a new symphonist. None of the candidates brought forward having been able to make the grade. Unless they be stir themselves with effect the commonalty bids fair to take the matter into their own hands and settle it to their own satisfaction, at least for the time being. Would it not be amusing if they took up Rachmaninoff and jammed him down the throats of the aforesaid serious-minded as they did Tschaikowsky a generation or so ago? It looked like it the other evening. Mr. Stock and his men gave a superb per' formance of Rachmaninoff's Second Sym phony and aroused the audience to an al together unaccustomed pitch of enthusiasm, even to the point of half a dozen recalls accompanied with cheers! Yes, cheers. Could they have produced such an effect lacking real force in the music? The best of men cannot do much without something genuine to work with. Mr. Stock was most convincing, and it sounded as though he had added this to the number of popular symphonies. This, of course, would damn it to all eternity in the minds of the owl- eyed, so let us hope he makes it stick. We certainly need a new popular symphony. Power to him. Dalies Frantz, look ing fresh from the campus and as if he must have left his racket in the dressing- room, made an unquestioned hit, and with that old war-horse, the Liszt E-Flat Major concerto for piano. He had grasp of the music, poetry, power and brilliant fingers. Wound it up with verve and at about the fastest tempo ever heard for the final climax. You feared that he could not fetch it, but he could and did. Many recalls, also with cheers. A great night; and hav ing tasted blood, everybody would like more of the same kind. Excellent concert by the Symphonic Choir under the direction of Walter Asch- enbrenner. Delightful trio evening by MischakofF, Reuter and Saidenberg. Real ensemble playing. Have you tried on your Victrola the excerpts from Wagner^s Die Goetterdaemmerung, as played by the Philadelphia symphony under Leopold Stc kowsky? Or Arthur Schnabel's playing of the Beethoven G Major piano* concerto with the London Philharmonic? Or die Tschaikowsky Concerto in B Flat Major played by Arthur Rubinstein and the Lon' don Symphony Orchestra conducted by John Barbirolli? And the Beethoven Con certo (3rd) by the London Philharmonic Orchestra with Schnabel as soloist? Or some of the popular pressings of latterday revue and musical comedy hits? If not, get them, draw up to your own fireside — if it should be raining, so much the better — and for a time you may snap your fingers at fate. They will bring you something the flavour of the original; and you can have them whenever the mood takes you — and without advertising. 28 The Chicagoan MAURICE GOLDBERG ^feux dtbfifants 99 IRINA BARONOVA, NINA VERCHININA AND ANDRE EGLEV- SKY COMBINE YOUTH, GRACE AND SKILL, ESSENTIALS OF THE BALLET RUSSE, IN THE NEW BALLET TO BE PRODUCED DURING THE RETURN ENGAGEMENT OF THIS COMPANY FROM MONTE CARLO AT THE AUDITORIUM BEGINNING APRIL 14. THE MUSIC IS BY BIZET, THE BALLET AND CHORE OGRAPHY BY KOCHNE AND MASSINE. APPETITE WHETTED BY THEIR RECORD-BREAKING CHICAGO PREMIERE, THE PUB LIC WILL BE PRESENT IN FORCE TO SEE WHATEVER MORE THESE REMARKABLY TALENTED CHILDREN HAVE TO OFFER Carriage Cinema The McVickers Tradition Does Not Die By William R. Weaver /% S THIS is written David Harum in Z-\ the person of Will Rogers is dis- «^- -^-pensing his quaint charm several times daily at McVickers. And between performances Balaban and Katz give screen notice of their decision to reserve for exhi bition in this splendid cinema the best of all their pictures. Thus are the coaches of the aristocracy and the sabots of the intelli gentsia set down again upon a road deep- rutted with tradition and pointed toward the most storied and gloried of Chicago playhouses. It is meet that this should be so. Meet, too, that a production so fine and thematically appropriate should inau gurate a sequence continuing, if the gods be fair, on into the timeless tomorrows. Mr. Rogers has had no vehicle so per fectly to his measure, and no supporting players save Irene Rich so natively attuned to his personality as mature Louise Dresser and adolescent Evelyn Venable. When it is stated that David Harum is as much bet ter than State Fair as that superlative pas toral was superior to his next best effort, nothing is left to say about the picture save that attendance upon it is an extremely pleasant obligation. It is this same Evelyn Venable whose personality and performance require your presence at an unreeling of Death Ta\es a Holiday. It is she, not the latterly stagey Fredric March nor his notable but actorish cast mates, who lifts the beautifully pro duced play out of the bog of improbability which is screen death to this type of stage success. What transpires when she is off the set is artistic piffle to cinema eyes; when she i& mi the set everything' that happens v sU, does, and an actress saves a play wright. The picture is worth your while. The ladyiis^ worth her weight in contracts. Another pastoral and another young actress worthy of note are As the Earth Turns and Jean Muir. If you are as faithful to the reading advices of the book column as I hope you are to this department, you read Gladys Hasty Carroll's book some time last summer. The picturization has been accomplished with rare fidelity to text and a fine directorial discrimination. Miss Muir's performance in it assures her permanence, I think, in the group of capable youngsters finding their way just now into the first rank of screen players. Of the soil, too, is Spitfire, in which Kathryn Hepburn makes monkeys of the critical gentlemen down east who declared her no actress. Given almost nothing with which to build performance or characteriza tion, she gives of herself to this backwoods melodrama so much that even I, who have advocated legislation in restraint of hill billy fiction, believed it not only real but impor tant. I'm a little glad that the stage wasn't kind to the lady. The screen can't well spare her. Other earthy productions of the month are Carolina, in which Janet Gaynor finally turns in a sound performance with the aid of Lionel Barrymore and like support, and Massacre, a dramatic treatise by Richard Barthelmess on the white man's treatment of the red man in 1933. The latter is crudely done in many respects, but the sym pathy it arouses for the Indian remains after the story is forgotten. I've an idea it will tend to get something done in his behalf. I note five musicals among my mementoes of a month bounded on all sides by oral celluloid. The best of these is Wonder Bar, best of the Al Jolson pictures if not best of the Warner Brothers' ventures in extravaganza, a position still held by Gold Diggers of 1933 in my opin ion. Jolson's voice is better than it has been for years and the score includes at least one hit number. Of course the play is perfect for him, as to kind, purpose and point, and he seems to have had choice of all the talent available in Hollywood when he made up his cast. Don't miss it. Ramon Novarro's The Cat and the Fid' die is a finely spun and sung operetta with Jeanette McDonald and Frank Morgan in congenial roles. Bolero returns George Raft to his hoofer days and Carole Lombard dances opposite him, the story making a liar of the calendar and happy people of most of those in attendance. Lillian Har vey and Gene Raymond identify themselves with their puppets in a marionette-show fantasy, I Am Suzanne, which is a little delicate for mass consumption. Hips, Hips, Hooray is the first Wheeler- Woolsey con traption I have felt justified in recommend ing to your attention. It's funny. There is music in Eight Girls in a Boat, America's answer to Maedchen in Uniform, but the song hit, This Little Pig Went to Mar\et, was slain by the radioists before the picture got about. I decline to guess what you'll think of the picture, And if there isn't music in Fashions of 1934 (I don't remember) it doesn't matter; the pic ture is the best thing William Powell has had to work with in several seasons and manages to make screen room for Frank McHugh and Bette Davis as well. Hi Tsjelh'e is the best unscored comedy of the period, a newspaper story that Lee Tracy would have been at home in and Paul Muni occupies as well if not better. You needn't be remotely related to a jour* nalist to get a kick out of this one. Nor need you be a telephone linesman, nor a Californian, to laugh often and well at Loo\ing for Trouble, in which Spencer Tracy and Jack Oakie pool their separately considerable comedy talents with spectacular effect. Catch both of these. Coming now to the bread-and-butter dramas, I find Gambling Lady practically alone in the top bracket. It is a well rounded, manifestly authenti cated, naturally melodramatic and strongly characterized production that provides Bar bara Stanwyck with ideal employment. Supporting players are many and able. The plot is of finer craftsmanship than is com monly witnessed in a cinema season. I ask no better entertainment. * You Can't Buy Everything is sound as to acting, May Robson and Lewis Stone contributing sterling performances, but I don't believe there is sound basis for the theory that fictionized biography, however capably done, is substantial screen material. Several recent efforts in kind have provided proof of its fallacy. Four Frightened People is a dismal at tempt by Cecil B. DeMille to recapture the effect he achieved in silent days with Male and Female; not even Claudette Colbert saves it. The Diary of a Crime, a heavily motivated psychological study, may be for* given Ruth Chatterton and Adolphe Men- jou but not forgotten. Success at A]f%y'Price is a failure at the same figure, which is too bad as far as Colleen Moore is concerned and just dandy in the case of Douglas Fair banks, Jr. Devil Tiger is a phoney animal picture. And at this point I beg leave to mention again that Paloo\a is the picture of the month to see, as it was last month also, if you see no other. If it has left the United Artists theatre when you read these lines, follow it to another. Its humor is undated and without precedent in the cinema or elsewhere. Study Mr. Durante's portraits on the page facing this one and ask your* self how he can make you cry. Then go and see. The cinema scene, by the way, has un dergone considerable change on account of a sudden and not wholly explained revival of interest in vaudeville. The Oriental, for instance, houses a program in which the film affords rest for tumblers and so forth. At risk of seeming a follower of crowds, I write approval of the idea and suggest you catch one of these bills, before the tide turns the other way again. 30 The Chicagoan "IT'S ME POISONALITy" "HI—!" 'AM I MORTIFIED?" "TREASON— DAT'S WHAT" (Jawies LOurante FOUR PORTRAITS, BY CLARENCE SINCLAIR BULL, OF THE HIGH PRESSURE LOW COMEDIAN WHOSE "PALOOKA" IS THE SCREAMING SCREEN HIT OF THE PRESENT PICTURE SEASON BASEBALL American League, Comiskey Park, 35th and Shields Detroit at White Sox, April 17 (Opening Day), 18, and 19. St. Louis at White Sox, April 20, 21, and 22. Cleveland at the Sox, April 30, May I. National League, Wrigley Field, Clark and Addison Cincinnati at Cubs, April 24, 25, and 26. St. Louis at Cubs, April 27, 28, and 29. Boston at Cubs, May 3, 4, and 5. Philadelphia at Cubs, May 6, 7, and 8. Brooklyn at Cubs, May 9, 10, II, and 12. New York at Cubs, May 13, 14, and 15. BIG TEN BASEBALL April \4 — Ohio State at Illinois. April 16— Ohio State at Purdue. April 20— Ohio State at Indiana, Michigan at Northwestern, Minnesota at Purdue April 21— Illinois at Wisconsin, Ohio State at Indiana, Michigan at Northwestern Minnesota at Purdue. April 24 — Purdue at Illinois. APN| oo~S'CaS° at '°Wa' Mlcm"San at °nio State. Minnesota at Wisconsin April 28— Chicago at Iowa, Illinois at Northwestern, Michigan at Ohio State, Minne sota at Wisconsin. May 2 — Chicago at Illinois, Indiana at Purdue. May 3 — Indiana at Purdue. HORSE RACING Aurora — May I through May 23, twenty days. Washington Park— May 24 through June 23, twenty-seven days. Arlington — June 25 through July 28, thirty days. Hawthorne — July 30 through September I, thirty days. Lincoln Fields — September 3 through October 6, thirty days. Sportsman's Park— October 8 through October 31, twenty-one days. DOG SHOW Chicago Kennel Club, annual all-breed show, First Regiment Armory, March 30 31 April I. ' INDOOR POLO Western Championships — March 31, April 4, 7 21,24,26,28. II, 14. National Matches— April 32 The Chicagoan Sports that Bloom in the Spring With Casual Comments and Sound Advice to the Boys By Kenneth D. Fry WHAT with everybody going nuts because of everything, there comes a sensible explanation of a perplex ing problem, thus shaking the lethargy out of this aged, decrepit and procrastinating scribe. Sun shines through the clouds of spring fever and despair. If you can wade through those alleged figures of speech, then the rest will be easy. However comma as I started to say be- fore the literary urge got the better of me, a sensible explanation is forthcoming. Don't give up. Here it is. The Cubs own an outfielder named Babe Herman, an elongated, comical lad of seri- ous disposition and undeniable slugging ability. His abilities as an erstwhile first baseman and a more recent outfielder have been the subject of many alleged bits of humor on the parts of the boys who write pieces for the papers, much to the disgust of this correspondent, who does not believe in poking fun at people. But since Babe Herman began to cavort in the pasture at Wrigley Field, enemy pitching has been a mystery to him. In other words, he hasn't been scattering the bleacher customers with his prodigious drives, which, naturally, the Cub manage ment expected him to do when they lured him hither. Careful perusals of records indicate that the great Herman did his great slugging with clubs that were going nowhere, rapid ly. The move to the Cubs brought him to a club which was nudging its way about among the leaders. Consequently, Her man's value — problematical — to the Cubs was in his heavy hitting during a pennant drive. Consequently, again, when the Babe failed to solve hurling problems it was evident that pressure ruined his batting eye, to say nothing of his equanimity — if any. In other words, Herman isn't what is known as a great competitor. The neces sity of stepping up there and belting out a tremendous drive proved to be Babe's un doing. Give him a berth on a second divi sion club, where he has nothing to worry about — not even his batting average — and Babe seems able to bust pitchers loose from their moorings. This explanation is free. Now that it is down on paper, it hardly seems worth the effort, but, then, things are seldom worth the effort. The old philoso pher speaking. <As these lines are be ing laboriously written the major league clubs are eyeing their first opponents. By the time these lines appear to annoy or bore my valued and beloved public (I can read the stuff myself, can't I?) the aforemen tioned major league clubs will be edging their way through the cash circuit and the tank towns, toward the grand and glorious opening day ceremony, an American insti tution which rivals the inauguration, Mammy as sung by Jolson, a new book by Sinclair Lewis, a Hepburn picture, or an Indiana jailbreak. This is a time for serious thought, as the fellow said when he got the blonde drunk. Like most big propositions, baseball seems to many of us on the outskirts to be rather careless with money. But it has always seemed to me that many of our so-called captains of industry — now slapped down to the rank of corporal — could learn plenty from baseball. Despite the fact that the gentlemen who run the pastime don't by any means cash in to the limit on the show manship possibilities, baseball moves along a fairly serene path year after year, the steadiest and most honest of all sports, in cluding fishing and the Scandinavian. Bunk flows freely but it fools only those in the box seats. Bleacherites know all the answers, and that's as it should be. Of course, there are folk who have been sore since the Black Sox scandal. They think the Civil War was fixed, too. But if all sports were as honest as baseball, box ing commissioners would die of inactivity, and the Carnegie Foundation could guide its activities along academic lines. All this, of course, just in case you care for baseball. From the "Bubbles" column in the austere Daily l^ews of March 15: "It happened at the quadrangular track meet at the University of Chicago, involving Michigan, Northwestern and Chicago " And they point fingers at radio. Mr. Chuck Hoyt, Michigan's track coach, probably fills in side straights and three card flushes. His Wolverine team won the Big Ten indoor championship with what the boys called a well balanced team. It was well balanced with a flock of talent on one side and Wil lis Ward on the other. Mr. Ward is a well built and capable negro athlete. All he did was to win the 60-yard dash, tying the conference indoor record; the 70-yard high hurdles; and the high jump, for a total of fifteen points, almost half of Michigan's winning figure. If that's balance, then Mr. Joe Grein's office should test the scales. Michigan won only four first places, Alix, in the two-mile, being the only other Wolverine besides Ward who could get brackets for himself. Balance in a track team is OK. Having Ward on the team is equally, or more, effective. Incidentally, this Hoyt person has done this before. During his days as a prep school coach in Sioux City his track teams won nationwide prominence. He had a team whiclv was composed mostly of a boy named Morgan Taylor, who took those hurdles like nobody seen before or since. This is from memory, but the idea's essen tially correct. Before wiping the Big Ten' track meet off the books, may I mention that . the University of Chicago and Northwestern do a remarkably efficient job of running those things? Starting at eight o'clock, Chicago had the indoor meet out of the way and the points totaled by 10:20. Northwestern does an equally fine job with the outdoor meet. Now if enough cash customers would show up, everybody would be happy, including Mr. Chuck Hoyt, who has Willis Ward. What a man. A DECREPIT old guy approached a well known and hard tongued gentleman at the Stadium during the recent bike races. "I've been following these things" for seventeen years," he wailed, "and look what we come to — they haven't got the board up there with the standings of the teams." "You dilly so and so," replied the un sympathetic and hard nosed gent, "If you've followed these mugs for seventeen years, you should have caught up with them by The soul stirring op' timism of the boxing people is rivaled only by that of a tenor reading fan mail. While eastern authorities were arguing about the proposed Max Baer-Primo Camera cham pionship fight for September, a young man who should know better whispered to me that the Madison Square Garden Corpora tion was considering bringing the fight to Chicago. "Phooey," I said. "Why?" "Because," he said in a hurt tone, pitying my woeful ignorance, "because the Gar' den's bowl for outdoor fights seats only 65,000, and Soldier Field seats 144,000." Fight promoters are wearing patches on their pants — if (Continued on page 48) April, 1934 33 Costumes and Customs A Purely Journalistic Survey of Seventy Easters By Ruth G. Bergman WHEN Gabriel blows his horn what will you do? Run and get your silk hat and morning coat? Your new print dress and your smartest pumps? That's what you'll do if Gabriel serves notice and the stores have time enough to run one or two big display ads. Can't you see them? "Latest Modes for Judg ment Day." "Smart Boating Togs for Crossing the River Jordan." Such is man's propensity for making every holiday and holy day into a fancy dress affair that we have to stop and think whether we get clothes to wear to church or go to church to wear clothes. If you doubt it, try this little experiment in free association: ask ten of your friends to say the first word that comes to their minds when they hear the word Easter. At least five of them will say bonnet and the rest will be divided between Sunday and eggs. Perhaps there is a good reason for this. The Easter egg symbolizes creation and the return of spring. Possibly the Easter clothes are an expression of the spring-tide rebirth in the human heart. But you can see that I am getting beyond my depth. After all, I am a reporter and not a the ologian or a psychologist. My purpose is to call attention to the fact that bonnets, if not synonymous with Easter, are at least symptomatic, and that the newspapers devote an entire picture section to the Sun day parade in contrast to a few notices about the church services. But in Chicago this was not always true. If we can depend upon the evidence of old newspaper files, it would seem that once the citizenry was chiefly interested in the gustatory signifi cance of the day. Witness this para graph in The Chicago Tribune of seventy years ago, Easter Monday, March 28, 1864: "The season of Lent is passed — the season of forty days fasting is closed, and the faithful are once more permitted, to, regale themselves with flesh, fowl, etc., without fear of calling down on their heads the anathemas of the Church. . . . The flesh pots of Egypt are once more within easy reach, and fish no longer com mands a premium." Not a picture — the newspapers weren't illustrated seventy years ago — not a para graph about the fashionable ladies and gen tlemen in fashionable attire who attended the fashionable churches. For the week pre ceding Easter the day received not a single press notice. On Easter Sunday about a third of a column under Local Matters ^(sub-head: Religious Intelligence) was de voted to a listing of church and Sunday school services. The remaining local items were announcements of meetings, a physi cian's advertisement, notice of the rental and sale of church pews, and mention of an ordinance before the city council — pro posing that "Cemetery Park" be converted into a public playground. The next day, Easter Monday, there was one final reference to the holiday, and that was sadly tinged with commercialism : "The Catholic churches of Chicago were all well attended yesterday, and the services were of a brilliant and imposing character. The Episcopalian churches were all decorated with flowers and filled with attentive audi ences ... it is worthy of note that in two or three instances the occasion was taken advantage of to clear off the debt hanging over the church." But if the papers treated Easter rather shabbily, it was prob ably due to the war, which crowded every thing else off the front pages. Nor was there much elegance in the Chicago of those days. The city was suffering pain fully from growing pains. There were many more men than women, and the men were preoccupied. A decade and a half later church notices had gained a column (making a total of about a column and a third) and Easter rated an editorial, which, however, was concerned chiefly with the weather. "Not a snow storm for a week . . ." it began. "Hearts which have been stiffened by the woes of a most prolonged and lugubrious winter may now swell to fullness and hide the fissures made by useless fretting against the weather. . . . Spring is about to begin today. Her orchestra is picking up the fiddles, cornets, trombones and other 'fix ings' of the longed-for chorus, and men and women, Lent being ended, are ready to study show and shows." There were several paragraphs in this vein but Chicago had not outgrown her interest in post-Lenten foods. Under the heading of General News we find the fol lowing : "Lent is over, and the common law sustains any boarder who gets up his back and skips out without going through the formalities of giving a week's notice or pay ing his board when it appears his landlady has tried to ring in picked-up codfish on him more than twice between Saturdays, that is to say, for dinner on Friday and once at breakfast in the beginning of the week." 1 hat was only the reaction of a hungry newspaper man. Chi- cagoans as a whole had their eyes turned toward the churches. Those were the days when Chicago was recuperating from the fire. There were many new churches, big ger and more beautiful than the old ones. In the next five years Chicago became a city. Easter was celebrated with devotion — and with style. The ladies of those days swished their trailing skirts over paved streets instead of dirt roads and board walks; they had time to be elegant and to admire the elegance of the congregation on Easter Sunday. There were money and leisure, too, for the graceful gesture. Don't think, in your modern arrogance, that the Easter greeting card is a creation of the twentieth century. The ladies of the eigh ties sent them, too, dainty, pale blue paste boards hand painted with Easter lilies; pure white cards with a design of fresh young crocuses. Following the advice of leading experts on etiquette, the talented ladies of the day painted their own cards and lettered in ap« propriate sentiments in shaky gold and sil ver characters; but there were plenty of ready made cards for sale, too. "Easter cards and souvenirs — silk fringed cards at 5c upwards. Sachet souvenirs in box worth $1.00 at 45c each," ran an advertisement of the Bee Hive. For newspaper advertising had been invented by then, and at last Eas ter got some real publicity. Whereas, formerly, the day received only the most scanty advance notices the Chi cago merchants now blazoned it in all their advertisements. There was, for example, the Saturday of April 12, 1884, the day before Easter just fifty years ago; every store that advertised offered Easter special ties. Field's had three and four button genuine kid gloves in black and all colors for seventy-five cents (usual price $1.50 and $1.75), also Frame Lisle Jersey at fif teen cents a pair. Mandel Brothers men tioned their Ladies' and Children's Wraps, Jersies and Outside Garments, Tailor-made Dresses $10, $12, $15, $20 upwards. An indication of what the well dressed gentle man wore that year is contained in Dun- lap's ad : Easter Hats for Gentlemen, Direct Importations of English Silk and Derby Hats." So costumes change and customs remain. The Easter parade of 1934 features orchids instead of tuberoses, form-fitting skirts in stead of hoops and bustles, but there always will be those who worship and those who strut, those who go to church to hear and those who go to see, just as there have been ever since there was a Chicago and long before that. Such things are older even than Easter. u The Chicagoan cJhe cfields Ctre (^reen OJar CLwayi By Willard D. Plant IN WHOLE ACCORD WITH SECRETARY OF THE INTE RIOR ICKES' DESIGNATION OF 1934 AS' A "NATIONAL PARK YEAR" WE PRESENT HEREWITH THE FIRST OF A SERIES OF VIEWS OF AMER ICAN RECREATION PLACES OF SEASONABLE INTEREST. BUT 1934 IS ALSO THE YEAR OF THE PASSION PLAY AT OBERAMMERGAU AND SO, WITH COMPLETE AMITY TO ALL AND AN ESPECIAL SUGGESTION THAT NO READER FAIL TO INCLUDE THE 1934 WORLD'S FAIR IN HIS ITINERARY, WE OFFER A FOLIO OF SELECTED PHOTOGRAPHS AND PUT THE INTRICATE MATTER OF SELECTION UP TO YOU THE GOING-TO-THE-SUN CHALETS, ABOVE, OVER LOOK THE UPPER END OF ST. MARY LAKE, GLACIER NATIONAL PARK. ONE OF THE TUNNELS CARVED IN THE SIDE OF MT. PIEGAN FOR GOING-TO-THE-SUN HIGHWAY IS PICTURED IN THE PHOTOGRAPH BELOW PHOTOGRAPHS COURTESY OP GRF.AT NORTHERN RAILWAY INTOURIST EDIFICE IN BAKSCHISARAI, CRIMEA, OLD CAPITAL OF THE TARTAR KHANS, NOW THE RIVIERA OF THE U.S.S.R. ; llfl :, " ' * '.%¦* ; v* >>" krjfj# ' is* ¦¦;K', /;./ OPS . Si : :' ]6*M^ ..}.• * $ * :"' *¦* , ' CUNARD LINE THE NOBLE OLD CATHEDRAL OF INVERNESS, SEAPORT AND MARKET-TOWN OF THE NORTHERN HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND GERMAN TOURIST CORNER IN OBERAMMERGAU, FOR THREE CENTURIES FAMOUS PASSION PLAY VILLAGE IN THE SOUTH BAVARIAN ALPS «"!$¦"> *. .w- ..*»«».'! *"ST <i.»i»«y"»«;yry :: : : : : : : ,,:¦: SPANISH TRANSATLANTIC LINE RESEMBLING THE CLIFF-DWELLING TYPE OF ARCHITECTURE, THE CITY OF CUENCA, SPAIN, INTRIGUES THE TRAVELER ¦ *^*'& FRENCH LINE SABBATH DAY IN A PICTURESQUE VILLAGE OF BRITTANY SHOWING THE GOOD VILLAGERS, SOME DRESSED IN THEIR NATIVE BRETAGNE COSTUMES AND HEAD-DRESSES, SOME IN MODERN GARB, LEAVING THEIR ANCIENT CHAPEL vv Vm * :: ' ; W '*':: >.S' ' , ITALIAN LINE COUNTRy ROAD, WITH ORANGE AND LEMON TREES IN THE FOREGROUND, NEAR THE ANCIENT CITY OF GIRGENTI IN SOUTHWESTERN SICILY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF THE RUINS OF THE GRECIAN CITY OF AGRIGENTUM [Ylother liature Stages (Tier CLnnual Spectacle JESSIE TARBOX BEALS A DISTINCTIVE ANTIQUE FIGURE SURVEYS A RQBIN, PERHAPS THE SEASONS FIRST, ON A LAWN IN THE GARDEN OF MRS. IRENE SIDLEY, HIGHLAND PARK, ONE OF THE CHARMING RESIDENCES FOR WHICH THE SUBURB IS KNOWN PUERMANN "A BIT OF BLUE SKY FALLS DOWN TO EARTH ONE DAY AND LO, A POOL IS FORMED," KATHRYN E. RITCHIE WRITES ON PAGE 43. THE PHOTOGRAPH SHOWS THE GARDEN OF MRS. CHARLES SCHWEPPE IN LAKE FOREST Spring forties CLgain to the Suburban Garden PUERMANN JUDICIOUSLY CHOSEN GARDEN FURNITURE CORRECTLY ARRANGED ADDS A PLEASANT NOTE OF COLOR TO THE LUXURIANT VERDURE DISTINGUISHING THE EXPANSIVE GROUNDS OF THE WIGGINS ESTATE AT SPRINGFIELD _, ,_ PUERMANN THE LAKE FOREST ESTATE OF THE LATE EDITH ROCKEFELLER McCORMICK IS NOTED BY ALL AUTHORITIES AMONG THE FINEST EXAMPLES OF GARDEN LANDSCAPING IN AMERICA, A SUPERLATIVE MODEL FOR MODERN GARDENERS Gardens CDo I lot Spring from Seeds Cll< 99 one JESSIE TARBOX BEALS THE BROAD ACRES OF THE BARRINGTON ESTATE OF COLONEL AND MRS. JOHN ROBERTS REFLECT THE ATTENTIVE CARE OF THE COMPETENT GARDENER AND THE SKILLED MINISTRATIONS OF THE LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT KROSCHER THE GARDEN OF MRS. O. W. DYNES, PRESIDENT OF THE GARDEN CLUB OF ILLINOIS, IS A BEAUTY SPOT OF HINSDALE. PERSIAN LILACS, JAPANESE QUINCE AND IRIS PUMILA ARE SHOWN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH The Garden's the Spot Flowers Do Not Spring from Seeds Alone By Kathryn E. Ritchie There are people who will tell you that it takes only seeds, bulbs, shoots and a variety of tools to make a gar den. These are unimaginative persons who have themselves never planted a seed, or watered a little square of earth, or hung breathless over the first delicate sprout that one day thrusts a curious head above the ground. Beware of them — they are usu ally shabby souls who would lay violent hands on your choicest blooms, and who are far too much concerned about muddying their shoes to follow you down the little uncompleted garden path to see the evening primroses unfold at sundown. No, gardens are not made with tools alone, nor money, nor plants and seeds. They are created by the imagination. A bit of blue sky falls down to earth one day, and lo! a pool is formed. A little band of high capped men steals in through the gar den gate one night, tumbles great rocks about, builds miniature cascades, scatters water forget-me-nots and harebells with a lavish hand, and suddenly a rock garden blooms before your eyes. It is a place where fairy-tales are born and where each night the little men come back to swim in the pool they have made, and play hide-and-seek amid the jungle of the ferns. One should always tread carefuly in rock gardens, re membering he is a giant in the land of Lil- liput. Many of the loveliest gardens in the world have never been planted. They exist only in the fancy, where they are as carefully tended as the most elaborate outlay of terraced flower beds and splashing fountains. If I had a garden, I would want to put into it all those features I have loved in other people's gardens. Close behind the house I would have a little copse, of birch trees perhaps, or a small orchard where I could go out and look for snow-drops and spring beauties al most before the snow was gone. Leading to it there would be a walk bordered with yellow crocuses, standing like rows of tiny fragile lamps ready to light the coming of spring. I would have beds of scarlet tulips and yellow daffodils, and a hedge of gallant lilacs to nod their plumes when the breeze wanders through them. Somewhere there would be a pool, for these have always seemed to me to be the eyes of a garden, eyes which sparkle bril liantly on a day in June, grow languid in the heat of summer, become clouded with sad ness when it rains, and are shadowy with a thousand mysteries at night. Perhaps it would be a very small pool in the center of a tiled patio close to the house with gera niums around its edge and goldfish glinting in the sun, while nearby there would be a gay sun umbrella with a table and chairs set out beneath it for dining out of doors. Or it might be a larger pool, a pond, with water-lilies like fallen stars sleeping on its bosom, and a few ducks paddling busily about and standing on their heads to catch a bite of food. There would be buttercups and daisies growing around its edge, and tall reeds to bend gracefully in the wind. As for flowers, I should have hollyhocks, pinks, snap dragons — a great variety of old- fashioned blooms, and a whole field of red clover. I should have blue flowers to bring down the sky into the garden, and white flowers to catch the starlight on their petals. I would have certain flowers for fragrance, roses and lilies and a honeysuckle vine — perhaps even a sun-dial of flowers, for since Time itself began in a garden, it seems fit ting for them to have some sort of timepiece, a "measure appropriate for sweet plants and flowers to spring by," as Charles Lamb says, "for birds to apportion their silver warblings, for flocks to pasture and be led to fold by." Elsewhere in my garden, there would be a tiny fountain whose waters would drip like music, and be blown about in the wind like a silver veil, while in some other sunny spot I should have a bird-bath with a bench nearby where I could sit and watch the bathers. If none came, I could spy on the butterflies and bees, try to hear their little secrets, and attune my ear to that softly whispering, rippling song a garden always sings. But unto each, as pictured on the foregoing pages, his own creation. A VIEW OF MRS. LAWRENCE SCUDDER'S GARDEN IN LAKE FOREST April, 1934 43 Ideal summer vacation places for the whole family NOT HOTELS by any means; not resorts either in the commonly accepted sense of the word— the famous dude ranches of Wyoming and Montana are snug little communities; some of them located in the foothills, others up in the mountains, still others out in the open range country; and surrounded, in any case, by the great open spaces. No style at all about the ranches. No deep pile carpets, liveried servants, speaking tubes, crested tableware, or push buttons. Collectively, they probably couldn't dig up a single chaise- longue. I don't remember ever seeing even a sidewalk on a ranch. Guest quarters are usually frame or log cabins having pine floor and comfortable but plain furniture. Some of the cabins have private bath, but lots of the guests actually have to walk a few yards over to the bath house. Perhaps they see something in the wonderful scenery mountain ranges, painted plains, the green forest, flowered* valleys, ice cold lakes and laughing streams of white water. Maybe they like horseback riding— at least they seem to ride all the way from a little to constantly. Possibly it's the brilliant everlasting western sunshine, the active outdoor life, clean electric ozone, warm days, brisk nights ... the trout fishing or something. Maybe it's the plain wholesome food — beefsteak, green vege tables, plenty of milk and cream, and all that. Or the rakish clothes, creak of saddle leather, the friendly hosts, cattle roundups, rodeos, the sometimes exciting tempo of ranch life . . . the informality and total absence of standard ization . . . and a certain desir able "atmosphere" which the ranches possess without even knowing it. If you insist upon having a rather interesting booklet, treating with the dude ranches in some detail, please write A. COTSWORTH, II Passenger Traffic Manager Burlington Railroad CHICAGO O O YOU see, gardens really do not spring from seeds alone. They are the product of a heart which loves trees and flowers and beauty. Nor is the actual gardener who wields a hoe and shakes his head over the lack of rain any less a dreamer than the one who does his gardening atop a bus, or in an office, or on the kitchen window ledge. All gardeners are alike idealists — beginners, initiates, old hands, never-has-beens, even those smalhscale gardeners who plant nasturtium seeds in window boxes. They know how their gardens ought to loo\, and they toil endlessly to create the picture which is in their minds. If it fails to materialize, if the seed package promises spindly stems with small starved-looking leaves and two or three large gorgeous blooms and all that comes up is a row of pale, wretched caricatures of the flowers they have hoped for, gard eners have then to become philosophers; otherwise they would be swallowed up in gloom. Perhaps this is one of the missions of gardens. Cities are full of gardeners. One can tell by the brave little flower boxes to be seen from "L" trains blooming on ramshackle back porches amid a clutter of brooms, mops, wash-tubs and broken down chairs; and by the window sills of tall apartment buildings which bloom anew each spring with gay petunias and trailing vines. There are thousands of gardens in city houses growing in a space no larger than a round blue bowl; and in hundreds of small dining-rooms, tiny Japanese gardeners are today cultivating miniature rice fields — without results, alas! — while a solitary crane stands nearby poised on one leg gating endlessly day after day at a cactus plant. It threatens one day to grow up and topple him over. They're usually wistful souls — these city gardeners — who once long ago tended a little patch of sweet-peas or a few rose' bushes in a small back yard or helped their mothers with the weeding of her flower-bed on the farm. Implanted in them then was a love of gardening which makes each spring in the city a torment because they long so to dig and scrape and rake a little patch of earth. Later when the lilacs are in flower, one is apt to come across them driving aimlessly up and down the highways and byways of the suburbs peering out at other people's gardens. One should not frighten them away. They are merely taking a little vicarious pleasure in the beauties which they themselves cannot possess. Beauty at Eye Level And News of the Salons By Lillian M . Cook THE inimitable Helena Rubinstein breezed into town last week, accompanied by niece Mala, who is making her first American tour, and towing no less than five new embellishments for the great American countenance. What Madame Rubinstein has accomplished economically in arousing self-consciousness among womankind is a matter for staticians and pie-chart makers to discuss, but we weep at the thought of Queen Victoria and what her generation missed by the chronological accident of having pre-dated Madame Rubin stein and her pleasant aids to civilization. A world that once blushed at the mention of face powder, and considered the use of rouge to be downright carnal, now cries for luminous eye shadow and fragrant bath essences. No small part of the initia tive spent in arousing this enthusiasm for beauty culture has been that of Madame Rubinstein, and so, hosannas to her, for putting virtue into vanity. Of her five new products, we were most elated over the humblest, perhaps because this country has needed just such a gadget. It is a cake of mascara and a brush, housed in a case that, to all appearances, should contain a lipstick. Its trim littleness makes it po-si-tive-ly the first mascara case to look en tirely at ease in a purse. A majority vote will undoubtedly go to the Hormone Beauty Masque, which really is a facial-in-a-jar. It is pink, with a pleasant, flowery odor, is applied with a small paint-brush, and because it is slightly porous, it does not give one that taut, drawn feeling as it beautifies. Now that everyone wants pine 44 The Chicagoan CHIDNOFF Mme. Helena Rubinstein, pioneer among beauty specialists, recently visited Chicago with her young niece, Mile. Mala Rubinstein, who is following in the famous footsteps. oil for the bath, Rubinstein has a particularly nice one in a polka dotted bottle. A rich Herbal cleansing cream, and a most efficient muscle oil complete this flourishing quintet. All this flou-flou about eyes and eye makeup has finally resulted in some constructive thinking among the powers that be. Insistent invitations to use eye shadow, cos- metique, lash grower, eyebrow pencil and similar sundries, have resulted in a pretty unanimous feeling that gilding the sow's ear is wrong in theory. "If we can lighten dark circles, ease out crow's feet, lift drooping lids and put a rested sparkle in her eyes," say they, "we'll probably find it easier to convince her that green eye shadow will fill a great void in her life." So, now you may go to the Elizabeth Arden Salon, for in stance, and enjoy a facial treatment that includes innumerable pats and strokes about the eyes, and along the closely related sinus cords, plus a new lifting movement, designed to give you an alert, questioning expression. With your eyes as wide and sparkling as a kindergartner's, you'll want to try out all of her eighteen shades of eye shadow and trot home with six cos- metiques, each in a different color. Arden has many eye ac cessories — for instance, there is Eyebrow Mucilage, an innocuous but heavy cream to discipline stray hairs that have the instincts of a cow-lick. Joie de Vivre, a rich gland cream, may be patted on in odd moments at home to ease the wrinkle situation; Bandolettes, meal-filled pads to be dipped in milk and laid over the closed eyes, will relieve irritation and puffiness; Venetian eye-straps will take care of a furrow between the brows or lines under them, and Arden Eye Lotion is a stand-by. Incidentally, •try tucking a bottle of eye lotion and a packet of cotton pads into a pocket of your car, and have it ready for your next contact with wind or a dusty road. You'll arrive in a sweeter mood if you squeeze a few drops of lotion into your eyes oc casionally along the way. If you have ever had the unhappy experience of being caught in a shower with your lashes mascara-ed, only to have flecks of the stuff beaten into your eyes and down your cheeks, you'll want tq make the acquaintance of Dorothy Gray's liquid Lashique. Once on and dry, it's there to stay indefinitely, and neither rain nor tears will spoil the effect. Another dis covery we made at this salon is the eye irrigater, a device that you would swear is an atomizer. You fill it with Dorothy Gray Eye Wash — it holds a two or three weeks supply — and spray the liquid into your eyes. It is simpler and more sanitary than either the eye cup or dropper method, we think. 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Join the many thousands who enjoy it daily. Corinnis Spring Water costs but a few cents a bottle and is delivered direct to your door anywhere in Chicago or sub urbs. Order a case today. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT DO 0U« M«T 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood store) Corinnis SPRING WATER April, 1934 45 AN^ouLinb.^ sr r r>e ' f . COGNAC In the drawing rooms of May- fair, and in the salons of the Faubourg, St. Germain, Bois- nard Cognac has been ac cepted since 1834. And the secret of its distillation dis covered 100 years ago is present today in every bottle so that you, too, may enjoy it in a cocktail, an after- dinner liqueur, or with soda. Boisnard Cognac may be obtained at surprisingly reasonable prices in fifths and 12 ounce bottles and miniatures. I T WAS during the latter part of the 15th century that Jacques de la 1 Bree, country gentleman of the Cognac district, discovered that a delightful brandy could be had by separating the distillation of the wine of the district into the "head" (too rich in alcohol), the "tail" (too poor) and the "heart" (just right). The "heart" he distilled again, and again made the three-way separation, finally getting the "heart of the heart" — the very choicest brandy obtainable. De la Bree presented a nearby monastery with two casks of his finest. The brothers enjoyed one to such an extent that the administrator hurriedly hid the other in the cellar behind a woodpile and forgot it. Fifteen years later the visiting Archbishop of Saintes, having heard much praise of the district's brandy, asked to taste it. Someone thought of the hidden cask. Up it was brought, but to the amazement of everyone, half of its contents had evaporated and the expected white brandy was, instead, a beautiful, golden liqueur of exquisite bouquet and flavor. It was obvious, then, that the pure wine of Cognac, properly distilled (after the De la Bree manner), put in oakwood casks and left for Time to get in its handiwork, would become the finest natural liqueur. IMPORTED BY HATOWSKI BROTHERS 55 E. WASHINGTON ST., CHICAGO DISTRIBUTED BY I. LEAVITT & SONS, INC. 714 LIBERTY ST., CHICAGO, ILL. .it Only brandy from the province of Charente, t'«. which Cognac is the ** most important city, has the right to the name of Cognac. Other brandies from other districts and countries attempt to imitate the bouquet and flavor of cognac. None is genuine unless they bear this "A quit regional de Cognac." will tell you frankly that sleep is the best eye beautifier known. To supplement this precious commodity, she offers a two hour facial treatment, called the long Alementeau, which includes much patting, stroking with iced fingertips, rest under herbal pads, and numerous other soothing and revivifying moments. She also has an Eye Paste to be patted into those little wrinkles at bedtime. Pearl Upton, whose excellent beauty treat ments are classic along North Michigan, is now in colorful new high-ceilinged quarters at 952, and she will treat your eyes like a specialist. Her facial treatments include not only attention around the eyes, but also at the base of the neck, where the nerve and blood centers which control them are concentrated. She imports a gold and silver eye shadow which is somewhat rare about town. And do not overlook Artur, that coiffure- designing jewel, who is now in Miss Upton's shop. Being human, we have our weaknesses, and a most emphatic one for the eye preparations that Madame Jaquet has installed in Mandel Brothers' Beauty Salon, Stevens' Powder Box, and the Saks-Fifth Avenue Salon. These preparations have been household institutions with us since way back when, and we can recommend them unqualifiedly for almost anything short of smallpox. First, there is Cerefeuille, a cooling eye wash, next comes Creme Appateer, an amazingly heavy cream with a faint menthol scent, and third, the herbal eye pads. Do this: — wash your eyes with the Cerefeuille. Spread a heavy coat of Creme Appateer outward over your eyelids and inward under your eyes. Dip an eye pad in hot water, place it over your eyes and lie down for twenty minutes. That dash of hot water brings out all the healing pungency of the herbal pads, and melts the heavy cream enough to penetrate your weary muscles without actually leaking into your eyes. We've done this after driving, after weary hours at a typewriter, after extracting Michigan Avenue cinders, and when for diverse reasons our eyes were bloodshot. (We could name husbands who use them for hang overs ... a man needn't feel furtive about this cosmetic trio . . . and the more we have asked of it, the more thoroughly has it sold itself to us.) Creme Appateer is versatile, too. Use it to make your lashes grow, and to shape your brows. For a luminous look, spread a film of it over your lids before applying eye shadow. If Mas cara has made your eyelashes brittle and stiff, use Creme Appa teer at night to soften them. The Marshall Field Beauty Salon, where every one is an expert at something, boasts one of the best-known eye makeup artists in the country, Miss Lila Rittler. She will cleanse your eyes, use massage to soothe them, and make them up to look like Garbo modified. She does not "pluck" your brows, but prunes them. She applies pencil, not in a long, unbroken line, but in short, natural-looking dashes. In shaping your brows, she believes in synchronising the line with the lilt or droop of your lips, as the case may be. Eye shadow, according to Miss Rittler, should be as nearly as possible like the color of the eye, but in the case of the indefinite eye, which is not blue, brown, green or gray, she matches the shadow to the dress being worn. These days there is much ado about coiffures in Mandel Brothers' Beauty Salon. First, because Arnold Faxe is at hand to create them, and second, because such conspicuous people as Bobbe Arnst, Zelda Santley, Louise Brooks and Agnes Ayres have had their new coiffures designed there. Those coy but shaggy Hollywood coiffures are pathetically demode, and even movie people are having their hair cut shorter and swirled into sleeker lines than in the past. The new Makeup Bar is another nice touch in this salon. You may have a quick coat of makeup applied after your hair treatment, or enjoy a serious discussion of your soap, cream and cosmetic needs with the specialists in charge. Madame Elise, whose beauty salon is in the Mailers' Building, acquired her beauty training in Germany and, having undergone the long apprenticeship required there, is thoroughly proficient in dealing with hair. You may rely on her for effective hair-tinting and retouching, and her permanent 46 The Chicagoan waves will really hold up. Bertois is the coiffure artist at her salon, and a good one, too. Harriet Hubbard Ayer must stay awake nights thinking up new beauty products and new uses for old ones. She has a penetrating muscle oil for your eye, forehead and mouth wrinkles. Her newest products are a strawberry cream and strawberry lotion, so true in color and scent that you can fairly see strawberry seeds in them. The cream makes a grand masque to be left on during unoccupied half hours, and it is particularly effective in lightening and softening a rough, sallow skin. The lotion is mildly astringent, and should be used to remove the cream. Because a shelf full of jars is simply anathema to some women, a number of three-in-one creams have been devised lately. One of the best is the Jaquet Ensemble cream, a cleansing, nourish ing and powder foundation cream all in one jar. The new Tussy Emulsified Cleansing Cream, while intended primarily for that purpose, also is rich and smooth enough to nourish and mold the skin effectively. Contract Bridge Blind Openings and Horse Sense By E. M. Lagron BEYOND a doubt the greatest responsibility that can be , placed upon a player at the Contract Bridge table is that of making what is commonly called a "blind opening." This opening lead of the bridge player sitting on the declarer's left is particularly blind when it is made without the benefit of any bidding information, other than the declarations of the adversaries. The chap so clothed with the responsibility of a blind opening is about to become a "martyr to the cause." Upon his shoulders often rests the destiny of the hand. If he is fortunate and makes the correct opening, he is not acclaimed a hero — it's expected of him. If, on the other hand, his choice of the opening lead proves disastrous, then he is indeed a "dub," and his partner's wrath is his only reward. The ability to choose the correct card on the blind opening is the first step in the demarcation between the expert and the novice. Some people call it "card sense." Others call it "intui- tion." I do not think it is either. I might compromise and agree to call it "horse sense." iriERE is a hand that serves as a striking example of the point in question. It was played not long ago at the Seneca Bridge Club, Chicago. South opened the bidding with One No Trump. The East and West players did not enter the auction. North bid Two No Trump, and South closed the contract at Three No Trump. It was West's turn to lead — a blind opening. The flitting, fickle Goddess of Fate and Chance hovered over the hand. The North and South players had accumulated penalty bonuses reminiscent of the war debt, and were now vulnerable. If East and West lost this game, they stood to lose a most unfortunate rubber. Here is the West player's hand: Spades — J Hearts — 10 x x x Diamonds — 9 x x x Clubs — 10 x x x The player in question was a rather visionary individual who preferred to do his thinking and reasoning before and during the play rather than afterwards. His opening lead wrecked the fondest hopes of the declarer — he opened the J of Spades. His logic and reasoning, although not unusual, was certainly basically sound and justified itself in the results. The West player reasoned that neither opponent had a strong biddable and playable suit. Their No Trump bidding so indicated. Therefore, he recognized that there must be a "hole" in the declarer's hand. He did not need more than one glance at his hand to quickly see that his cards would never play an important role in the defense; therefore, the entire burden would rest on his partner's shoulders. It appeared definitely certain that the opening lead would be the only lead he would PALMER HOUSE AMERICA'S FINEST FLOOR SHOW TWICE NIGHTLY in the EMPIRE ROOM featuring RICHARD COLE'S MUSIC You are invited to Chicago's gayest, brightest supper club. Dining, dancing, entertainment continuously from 6:30 until closing. » » » » DINNER *2.00 (Saturdays and Holidays $2.50). For those who do not order dinner, minimum charge $2.00, Saturdays and Holidays $2.50. Most moderate prices on wines and liquors. For reservations phone RANdolph 7500 • NO PARKING WORRIES Drive up — step out. Doorman will park your car — deliver it when you call. 75c Eight hours April, 1934 47 An interior view of the Park Avenue ^s^ establishment of John Cavanagh, Ltd., New York, the most distinguished hat shop in existence. "We ARE PLEASED TO ^Announce that we have been officially designated as the first and sole representatives of You are cordially invited to inspect the complete range of these celebrated hats. LONDON DETROIT CHICAGO OUTFITTERS TO GENTLEMEN 100 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE -so ever have the opportunity of making and, therefore, should be as constructive as possible for his partner if he were to share at all in the burden of defense. Lacking completely any bidding information from his partner and without benefit of any suit bidding by the opponents, he did not have any true inference of his partner's holding. How ever, with twelve Spades missing it seemed most logical that his partner should hold more Spades than any of the other three suits. A singleton opening, of course, is not an orthodox open' ing against a No Trump declaration, yet in this case I consider it a brilliant play backed by "card sense." The West player realized that if he were to open the fourth best of either one of his four-card suits, his partner would naturally be justified in assuming that that opening was made from the longest and strongest suit in the West hand; consequently the East player would return the suit led when next his turn to lead. This could obviously accomplish nothing as a hand entirely lacking in high cards and entries could never be promoted, even if the thirteenth card was eventually established. This West player wanted, above all things, to be certain that his partner did not dissipate the oppor- tunity for establishing promotional tricks by returning such a worthless suit as would be opened if he (the West player) were to open either one of his four-card suits. The old-fashioned but meaningless "top of nothing" lead was an alternative that he could consider. This lead should obvi ously eliminate the danger of wasting "shots" by the return of the original lead by the East player. The objection to this opening is that it would accomplish nothing. It would simply serve as a meaningless exit from the West hand. The J of Spades opening in addition to being an exit from the West hand also offered the possibilities of being of definite promotional value to the East player. I am offering this example to the readers of The Chicagoan only to show the tremendous importance of applying a little reason and giving a little serious thought to those blind openings. It is far more important to attempt to visualize your partner's hand and to make an opening lead that will assist your partner than simply to conform to a fixed, rigid or wooden table of standard openings. The particular hand in question was defeated by two tricks and the Spade Jack was the only opening on the hand that would defeat it. With any other opening, the declarer, with the timing in his favor, would make his contract by a safe and comfortable margin. Spring Sports With Casual Comment and Advice By Kenneth D. Fry (Begin on Page 33) any — and they sneer at a stadium seating 65,000. Oh, well, there's always the CWA. Nate Lewis, the bald owl of Boul Mich, has fervent ideas that he can get Baer in here for a fight before the title go. The long distance tolls on that one will break what's left of the Stadium. And, if I may relax for a moment, I hope Al Sweeney ties up with the Stadium. For obvious reasons. For your information, my secret operative from Minneapolis blew into town, and left after depositing the in' formation that Minneapolis is the site of the headquarters of the football handicapping ring that directs the professional wagering activities during the fall. And they're so right that it hurts — the novices who went to college. And they even handicap basketball, which is about tops in that league. I understand, without sticking my nose into too many dusty corners, that Illinois' new racing commission irked the chiefs of local race tracks with that four-page ques' tionnaire, which asked everything from how many seats in the 48 The Chicagoan grandstand to how many legs has a horse. I understand, fur ther, that the real idea was to find out the name of the guy who takes tickets at Gate E, so that if he has been imported from out of the state, the commission can do something about seeing that Illinois folks get the jobs — simply a patronage problem. Also, it is currently mentioned around and about that Peter B. Carey, chairman of the commission, when informed of his appointment while in Florida, decided to run over to Tampa to see a horse race. Since he was in the business now he might at least see what went on at a track. It cost him $40.00 to see what went on. What long summers we have, Mr. Carey. Casual Comments on Current Conditions: There's a lot of difference between a willing fellow who can tape an ankle and smear on the iodine and the fellow who knows that a broken wrist requires slow and careful attention before the owner can heave baseballs over to first — as the Cubs found out when Stanley Hack's flipper gave out at Catalina. . . . That, of course, is snap judgment, based on reports. . . . But it has happened before — too often to be entirely acciden tal. . . . Financial note: Between January 1 and March 10, Jim Londos wrestled twenty-nine times before 174,700 people, and drew $218,300 into box offices. . . . Someone should get an auger, drill holes in the heads of boxers, and pour those facts in. . . . There's plenty of room. . . . The boys can sneer at Primo Camera's alleged lack of ring skill, but it's going to take a lot of fighter to take the title away from the big lad. . . . Max Baer is the only prospect with a chance. . . . And from the looks of things Max might have to throw a movie camera at Primo to do the job. . . . Thank God for spring and spring fever. . , . The rest of the year is simply inertia. To Read or Not Adversity After Anthony By Marjorie Kaye THE Spring lists are long and that is good. But the Spring books are longer, volume for volume, than books have been in my memory, and this, I have the temerity to declare, is not good. If I thought it were necessary, I would head a petition, to which I'm sure I could obtain a million sig natures, calling upon book publishers to abandon what appears to be a concerted effort to produce a second Anthony Adverse, not to say a third, thirtieth and three hundredth, by the dubi ous method of publishing a very great number of books con taining an equivalent number of words and trusting the law of averages to raise a mathematically determinable proportion of them into the best seller bracket. This seems to be the predominant publishing policy of the period. So many things are wrong with it, logically, theoretical ly, artistically, even mathematically, that I refrain from commit ting the similar error of probing the topic. The single thing right with it is the extremity to which it is being pushed. The rebound is sure to be swift and, unless that old pendulum law had been repealed, proportionately extreme on the side of brev ity. The million readers whose signatures I've taken for granted in the preceding paragraph will be very glad about that. Black on White — A. Raymond Katz — International Art Prints: Brought to paper by a process mechanically paralleling the operation of the artist's brush, the twenty exquisite com positions in Mr. Katz"' best technique are without like and be yond imitation. Contained, unbound, in a binder contrived in kind, they are, at $2.50, an unmatched buy and an artistic necessity. — W. R. W. Breakfast in Bed— Sylvia Thompson — Little, Brown and Company : (An Atlantic Monthly Press Book.) I thought the Unfinished Symphony finished my taste for Sylvia Thompson's work but Breakfast in Bed (the book) has revived it. Good catch reading. — M. K. Copy for Mother — Jeannette Phillips Gihbs — Little, Brown and Company: Not particularly noteworthy or unusual. You can pass this one by the author of French Leave. — E. L. There is nothing transitory about the revival of off- the-f ace hats. Not only do they predominate in current collec tions ; but they are the rage for cruise and resort f|^ wear. What is more, Elizabeth Arden has been au- =. & thoritatively informed that this brave, gay fashion 3^ ... so in keeping with the present vogue for facing fwg&> things ... is going to be with us for some time. Elizabeth Arden knows you ean wear off-the- face hats, for all their revealing qualities. 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LONDON PARIS BERLIN ROME TORONTO April, 1934 49 erairnnmpu Kaphas -*¦% The high uplifting vistas of the Ba varian Alps and the deep blue sky cradle this old world village bright with painted gables and ornamented panels. Here is enacted the Passion Play on a huge open air stage reveal ing, in one day, 18 acts and 25 tab leaux, 1 20 speaking parts, a thousand players and a special chorus and or chestra. In 1934 a 300th Anniver sary series of 33 performances, from May 27th to September 1 6th, will commemorate the vow made three hundred years ago. Once more the sincere villagers will ennoble the sacred drama with devoted art. Make your visit to the Passion Play the high point of your travels through Beautiful Germany. You will enter a thousand years of romance, culture and progress. Medieval castles and great modern cities, dreaming towns and gay night clubs. Music Festivals at Bayreuth and Munich, health re sorts and art exhibitions, honest prices and true courtesy. Write for Booklet No. 62. GERMAN TOURIST INFORMATION OFFICE 333 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago Harriet — Elizabeth Jen\ins — Doubleday, Doran : This mur der story will sap vitamines A, B, C and D and make you woe- ful for days, especially when you reflect that it is an actual case taken from the London courts. I couldn't stand a better one — or should I say worse? — M. K. His First Million Women — George Weston — Farrar & Rinehart : A potentially comic idea badly dubbed in execution and titled, evidently, for the films. Futilely, I think. — W. R. W. A History of Ireland — Professor Julius Po\orny — Long' mans, Green 6? Company: A deeply thoughtful, manifestly veracious and extremely informative work. An excellent addi- tion to your permanent library.— W. R. W. Long Remember — Mac\inlay Kantor — Coward McCann, Inc.: I, a sucker for Chicago stories, wasn't too sure of this young man from the Iowa prairies when, it seems no time ago, he pitched El Goes South and Diversey at a careless world from his diggings on the near North Side. Long Remember proves him. If you liked, as I did, the crisp style, the peculiarly pic torial quality of his terse expression, you ought not to miss this riper work. — W. R. W. Magnus Merriman — Eric Lin\later — Farrar fe? Rinehart: Just introduced to the American reading public, and a best seller in England, having recently pushed Anthony Adverse into second place. Picaresque novel with much swell humor and many pleasant characters. — D. C. P. Masked Women — Rex Beach — Farrar and Rinehart: Fol lowers of Rex Beach will like this collection of short stories about the activities of interesting women. — E. L. More or Less About Myself — Margot Oxford — E. P. Dut- ton &? 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Richard Smith : The price of this priceless volume, Ladies and Gentlemen, water-proofed inside and out, loose- leafed for the many practical purposes to which this type of work is heir, printed in type large enough and bold enough to be readily read after one, ten, or any containable number of the 1,000 tried and trustworthy mixtures prescribed therein have been correctly disposed of, is not three hundred dollars — it is not even thirty dollars — it is, tonight and to you, Ladies and Gentlemen, the insignificant, the paltry, the unmentionable sum of three dollars the copy. And that is not all, Ladies and Gentlemen. No, not by a jugful. With each and every copy of this marvelous work, this indispensable handbook of the smart host or hostess, this impeccable gift for friend, sweetheart, hus band or wife, we are giving, at no extra cost whatsoever, by direct mail prepaid to your address, even if you move, each and every supplemental insert, press-punched and ready for inclu sion, published within one year from the date of your purchase. Think of it — every new and worthwhile recipe, tried and found true by our laboratory experts, if not Good Housekeeping's — absolutely free. (And I'm not kidding.) — W. R. W. The Oppermanns — Lion Feuchtwanger — Viking Press: A no doubt significant, surely forceful, possibly partisan, in any case competent fiction treatment of the German situation. — W. R. W. Ridgeways — Frances Renard — Frederick A. Stokes Com pany: This excellent novel just missed the March deadline. But here it is — about Kentucky — and it is first rate. — M. K. The Savoy Cocktail Book- — By Harry Craddoc\ of The Savoy Hotel — London — Simon and Schuster: There should be no sipping of rollicking cocktails in Harry Craddock's opinion. Mix 'em and drink 'em, says he, while they're lively. And if you think Rheims is a Cathedral town count the Great Cham pagne shippers in Rheims. Only fifteen. Whether you have ten or twenty books on this unquenchable topic, add this one. — M. K. A Shadow Passes — Eden Phillpotts — The Macmillan Com pany: An admirer of Eden Phillpotts recommends this latest work. — J. McD. The Superhuman Life of Gesar of Ling — Alexandra 50 The Chicagoan David'J^eel and The Lama Tongden — Claude Kendall: The history of Gesar's adventurous life by this remarkable woman (only European woman to become a' Lama) and The Lama Yongden is real adventure. Don't miss it. Magic and Mys tery in Tibet, the last volume from the pen of Alexandra David - Neel, is an excellent prelude to the present volume. No per manent shelf is complete without these books. — M. K. Toward the Flame — Hervey Allen — Farrar & Rinehart: Originally published in 1925 or thereabouts, Mr. Allen's first hand notes on the war, assembled from personal letters and a diary, are brought out again, announcedly because the interest in them has been constant, conceivably because the success of Anthony Adverse has brought them within interest range of a great many potential purchasers. I still like Anthony Adverse. — W. R. W. Two's Company — Margaret Guion Herzog — William Mor row &? Company: A girl falls in love with her young step father and gives material for a fairly interesting story. A little dull in spots. — E. S. C. THE Voyage — Henrigh Herm — Farrar 6-? Rinehart: Trans lated from the German by Margaret Goldsmith. Plenty of ad venture for any evening. The little French girl, Marie-Paule, will linger in your memory long after the story is forgotten.— M. K. The Way of the Scarlet Pimpernel — Baroness Orczy — G. P. Putnam's Sons: The Scarlet Pimpernel, chivalrous and gay, again handles an involved and exciting situation in his usual high handed manner. The heroine, a demure little miss, snaps her fingers at the bold bad revolutionists, and blackmails the leading patriots, risking all that her lover may escape the guillotine. An interesting novel. — J. McD. While Rome Burns — Alexander Woollcott — Viking: Head raconteur of the day, Woollcott has collected his various magazine shorts and this is what he got. Better pick it up, and better chain it the way drugstores do telephone books. — D. C. P. THE Wife — Helen Grace Carlisle — Harcourt, Brace and Company: Yes, it is about a wife and her ultimate happiness. As for Robert — what a man! Recommended without reserva tion.— M. K. The World's Stage: Oberammergau, 1934 — Raymond Tiftt Fuller — Robert M. McBride & Company : A petit book, informative and timely, as it heralds the 300th anniversary of one of the world's greatest plays. — M. K. 5. S. 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Frequent sailings from both San Francisco and Los Angeles ...beautifully illustrated literature, at your travel agent's or Chicago, 230 H- Michigan Ave. Xew York. *35 5th Ave. April, 1934 51 •fr Private? Old Stuff Chicago in Retrospect By Alexis J. Colman CAPTAIN WILLIAM P. BLACK, who was defense at torney in the trial of the anarchists implicated in the Haymarket riot of May 4, 1886, lived in a large brick house in Park Ridge, on the main east-and-west thoroughfare, now an integral part of the Northwest Highway. The Cap tain, though less famous than his brother, Gen. John C. Black, was of commanding presence, considerably more than six. feet tall, of erect military figure with a whitening beard, and habitU' ally wore a frock coat and black slouch hat. We can see him now, as he walked down the street and then paced the platform at the Northwestern station while waiting for the train that would take him in to renew his oratorical efforts in behalf of Spies, Parsons, Engel, Lingg, et al. Often Nina Van Zandt, who married August Spies, editor of the Arbeiter Zeitung, dur ing the trial, was a guest at the Black home. The venerable Judge Gary (not to be confounded with Elbert H., later of the Steel Corporation) conducted the trial, which resulted in con viction and execution of the leaders and imprisonment for others. Lingg committed suicide in jail by biting just right on a dynamite cap. Schnaubelt, the man to whom the actual bomb-throwing was attributed, escaped and was said to have been seen last in South Africa. Surrounding the spacious yard of the Black domicile was a high, stout picket fence, necessary to restrain their scores of dogs, of mongrel breeds, of all kinds and sizes, and all possessed of great barking powers. Children probably teased them, and this did not improve their several dispositions. Mrs. Black, a believer in transmigration, regularly made the place a haven for any canine outcast. The townspeople long put up with the nuisance, but eventually the night-and-day barking, penetrating all over town from the central location, led the village board to pass an ordinance limiting to seven the number of dogs that one household might keep. So a chemist with some cyanide called around one afternoon, and most of the animals didn't live there any more. Doubtless they went to the dog's Nirvana. Who remembers the museum Charles F. Gunther maintained on the floor over his State street candy store? To those with an interest in historical material, this place was an inexhaustible mine. Figures in armor guarded the stair ways, old oil portraits, documents, and quaintly printed dodgers decorated the walls. Long showcases filled the room. Egypt was represented by mummies, papyri, and jewelry. There were Assyrian stone rolls, parchments of later years, royal decrees, grants of land decorated with ornate seals, Indian treaties, let ters of the Presidents from Washington down, and hundreds of other authentic articles collected by Mr. Gunther, a world traveler. Colonial, Revolutionary, and Civil War memorabilia were also there. The collection of Bibles was said to be one of the finest in the world. The collector had a sense of humor. So he displayed, as a curiosity, a reddish, scaly fragment of the skin of the serpent that tempted Eve! Quaint documents accompanying it, dating from 'way back, attested its genuineness, recounting the un- biblically recorded tale that Adam had dispatched the reptile just before the original parents of the world's races departed from Eden. Lightly passing over the aeons that have elapsed since the episodes in Eden, we desire to refer to the various stories that have appeared in recent months about sea serpents. Whether the captain of the Grace liner Santa Lucia really saw a 90-foot monster off Vancouver, or whether the veracious Scotsmen really saw a plesiosaurus in Loch Ness, or whether the Clyde-Mallory freighter Pecos really struck a sea serpent 40 feet long in the Gulf of Mexico, or whether the 2 5 -foot selachian actually cast up dead on the Normandy coast early in March proved the existence of the others, and whether one or more of the monsters is to be classed as a giant squid, according to Professor William Beebe, or as an oarfish as Cal # No — this is not a drawing room in some proud Lake Forest residence. It is the English Cocktail Room at Hotel Belmont where guests sip aperitifs before their dinners in the luxurious Empire Dining Room. The dignified charm of this refreshment place is typical of the beauty found throughout this unusually fine hotel. Guest rooms and suites, as well as lounges and lobbies have been decorated and furnished in exquisite taste. Standards of service and cuisine are scrupulously maintained by an alert staff on the same high plane as the appointments of the hotel. A charming location, overlooking Belmont Harbor and the Park adds to the pleasure of living here. Best of all, Belmont tariffs have kept pace with the times. Rooms, suites, and several complete housekeeping apart ments with private kitchens are now available at prices which, on a comparative basis, are unmatched in this city. Rooms, actually, range from fifty dollars a month — dinners are as low as one dollar. Come, see what we are privileged to offer you, at this particular time! HOTEL BELMONT SHERIDAN ROAD AT BELMONT AVENUE B. B. WILSON. Manager 52 The Chicagoan "You took his picture holding the guns last time — the Chief says it's my turn!" Johnson thinks possible — no one, so far as we have seen, has recalled, in all the hubbub and churning of waters incident to the alleged presence of any of the monsters, that one of them might be the very same sea serpent seen on the early evening of July 8, 1897, in our own Lake Michigan off the bathing beach at North Chicago. Yet probably there are persons now living in that suburb who would assert that they saw that sea serpent. As correspondent for Chicago papers that summer, it was natural that there should come to us at Lake Forest the next morning this story that had Lake Bluff and North Chicago fairly standing on their heads. We took the train for North Chicago and interviewed persons who had been down on the beach on that eventful sultry evening. Joseph Downey, ex- Commissioner of Public Works of Chicago, who had a summer home at the resort, was one of those who saw it. The presi dent of the village board also saw it. So did the sole police officer. Having got the story, we called up the Tribune, asking for James. Keeley, then city editor. We gave him the details, as we had them from eye-witnesses. Ours was a straight story, with such description of the beast as our informants were able to give. Keeley, unaccountably, was apparently inclined to make light of the story. Evidently he turned over his notes to a re porter, with instructions to go the limit, at the same time giving an artist carte blanche to draw a series of drawings for a 7- column strip. So, across the bottom of the first page on July 10 there appeared the strip, with a lurid story beneath, in which the monster was said to have "a head like a hyena, a mouth like a bushel-basket, eyes like the search light on a man-of-war," and saying that it "was painted white, old gold, crushed straw berry, pink and lavender." The following day the Tribune had an editorial on the episode. This, too, was somewhat in light vein. Well, we can only say that the North Chicagoans agreed that they actually saw what they said they saw. The newsreel and talkie camera men of the present day, noted as they are for their zeal, and insistence that kings pose and princes smile at their bidding, only inherit traditions of the news camera men of an older day. No tele- photo lenses or continuous film reels were included in their equipment, but they were as fertile in expedient and intrepid in pursuit of their man as are the hardy boys of today. On one occasion, when President Theodore Roosevelt was in Chicago, attended wherever he went by great crowds, Fred Wagner, the Record-Herald photographer, hadn't been able to get just the close-up that he wanted. Finally, seeing a convenient post, he quickly shinned up, and, pointing the camera down over the crowd fairly into Teddy's face, he got what he wanted, for T. R-, looking up with his generous grin, said: "You're bound to get me, young man, aren't you?" April, 1934 53 A Gracious Welcome awaits guests from Chicago when they come to Essex House in New York— especially as they are greeted at this ultra-smart hotel by a man for many years a familiar figure in Chi cago's hotel life — our manager, Mr. Albert Auwaerter. ESSEX HOUSE 160 Central Park South NEW YORK CITY Wagner had a way with him, an infectious smile that made the subject do as he wished. Many a time he accompanied us on assignments, whether to get Walter Eckersall and Tom Hammond in track or basket-ball at Hyde Park High, or Wally Steffen at North Division, or, later, "Manny" Holabird, Chand ler Egan, or other golfers in "action" poses, which we duly ran in the Green Sheet, the 4-page Sunday sports supplement. Other photographers of that period were Smallwood of the Tribune and A. C. Patterson, a big black-bearded, piratical-look ing trapshooter, who photographed on a free-lance basis. The recent death in New York of Harry L. Hamlin recalls the days when the Hamlin family ran the Grand Opera House, in Clark street across from the county building. One of the bright spots in the history of the house of Hamlin was the production of The Wizard of Oz, with Dave Montgomery and Fred Stone playing respectively the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, whimsical creations of Frank Baum. It was generally believed that it was the insistence of Fred R. Hamlin, Harry 's brother, that led to the creation of this show. Anyone who knew Fred Hamlin as a smashing, dogged golfer, playing for the Chicago Golf Club in many of the historic team matches with Onwentsia, can readily believe that he would have his way. The play was a tremendous hit. Audiences would have remained all night listening to Dave and Fred singing Mr. Dooley. The Red Mill and other successes followed, and although Montgomery's death broke up the team, Fred Stone carried on, to this day a popular, well-beloved figure. One of the show places to which Chi- cagoans used to lead their country cousins for refreshment was a little hole-in-the-wall at 10 Quincy street known as Heine- gabubeler's. Its bar was tiny, apparently made from a dry goods box, and the walls were covered with sporting and the atrical photographs and lithographs, as well as ridiculous signs, such as: "Only crooked men allowed to drink their whisky straight," "We have money to burn," and "If you don't see what you want, steal it." It was a crude trick place, and the unwary visitor found himself victim of many a sudden shock and jar. Seeking the upper floor via a steep stairway, he was precipi tated to the bottom when someone pressed a button that con verted the steps into a slide. One night in December, 1898, when Thomas Collier, the proprietor, was talking of gun fights and holdups with a friend from Idaho, two men came in, joined in the sociability and storytelling, and read the signs. They disregarded a sign reading "Don't hold up the bartender — the dough he is needing is not his, but belongs to Heinegabubeler" — for, as soon as the Idahoan had left, they were joined by a third man, held up Collier, made him reveal the hiding-place of the cash, dragged him downstairs, opened the ice-box and thrust him inside, warning him not to call for help for ten minutes, and left. When Collier heard customers come in, he yelled that he had been held up and locked up. "Can't give us any of your Heinegabubeler jokes," was the response, and it was half an hour before he induced some one to liberate him. The robbers got only $47; luckily, Collier earlier had put away $300 and a $300 watch. Before the Boy Scouts were, they were — the Park Ridge Zouaves. Yes, almost twenty years before the Boy Scout movement was launched, a score of lucky youths in the suburb had the benefits of hiking and camping out and the discipline of military drill. Dr. S. Cecil Stanton and Stanley H. Holbrook, both old Illinois National Guardsmen, were re spectively captain and first lieutenant of the company. The mothers of the boys, individually and in their church sewing circles, readily co-operated by making the uniforms— white Turkish jackets with a double border of narrow red braid, blue vests up to the neck with a row of many little brass buttons, baggy red flannel trousers, and white duck leggings with the small brass buttons. The dark red black-tasseled iezzes and ample light cream-colored bunting sashes with fringed ends were bought. On drill nights in the dance hall over Tarnow's gro cery store the boys were put through their paces and the manual of arms. The larger boys were equipped with regular Spring- 54 The Chicagoan field rifles, the smaller boys with real rifles. One summer we spent several days encamped at Jefferson's dam on the Desplaines River, but the uniforms were not taken along. Guard mount was observed, and the boys learned some thing of the day-and-night military routine of tented life. There was plenty of diversion, too — swimming, boating, fishing, and hiking — and receiving welcome visits of family members who drove out with horse and buggy, bringing watermelons, cakes, and other cooked things to relieve the monotony of canned fare. Highest point in the life of the organisation came with the unveiling of the Grant Monument in Lincoln Park, Oct. 7, 1891, when the zouaves marched in the parade, receiving a share of the plaudits of the great crowd. Reference to that unveiling justifies more extended mention, for it was one of the greatest days in Chicago's history. Mrs. Grant was chief guest, General Nelson A. Miles, mounted on a big chestnut, led the parade as chief marshal, and Judge Walter Q. Gresham was orator of the day. Delegations of the G. A. R. from Wisconsin, Michigan, In diana, and Iowa, as well as many from Illinois, were included in the 20,000 who marched. The men of the Army of the Tennessee, 300 strong, were doing the honors of the occasion and, commanded by Capt. A. T. Andreas, the historian, com prised a unit in the third division. Mrs. Grant, as guest of Mr. and Mrs. Potter Palmer, met the veterans of the Twenty-first Illinois, the regiment Grant raised, in a reception in the parlors of the Palmer House, and later reviewed the parade from the balcony of the Palmer mansion in Lake Shore drive, the party thence repairing by carriages in the fourth division to take their places in the grandstand immediately before the statue in Lin coln Park. Estimates of the crowds along the line of march from Harmon court to the park, including 75,000 in the park, ranged up to 250,000. Of the spectacle as a whole, the Tribune account termed it "a sight which for impressiveness and completeness and extent had no counterpart in the history of Chicago." And Ex-Sena tor John J. Ingalls, characterising the event as magnificent, tes tified: "I was at Grant's funeral ceremonies in New York in '85, and they thought they had a pretty big crowd there, but it wasn't anything like the throng I saw at today's dedication." At 2 o'clock, under a sky "gray and as cold as a soldier's fare on a forced march," the parade proceeded, requiring an hour and 25 minutes to pass a given point. When all divisions had arrived, twenty bands massed in one played the Star'Spangled banner as Miss Mary Strong, daughter of the late General Wil liam E. Strong, pulled the cord releasing the flags which had covered Louis Rebisso's great statue. "The cannon of Battery D and of the U. S. regulars boomed down southward and were answered by the salute of 21 guns from the revenue cutters. Two hundred and fifty thousand people hussaed, threw their hats, waved handkerchiefs, and all the whistles of the marine squadron rang out, the fireboats tossed streams of water, and all the flags were waved. Cannonading filled the air for ten minutes. As soon as comparative quiet was restored, Mrs. Grant was presented to the people and the enthusiasm took a fresh start." "You kiddies get the hell off there f said Mrs. Ernest By field of Chicago . . . "The fun began even before sailing. The idea of starting from a 'foreign' port puts one in the proper frame of mind. And the train ride is interesting, especially that part through Old- World Quebec. "I thought the trip down the St. Lawrence to Europe most delightful. I shall always prefer to go that way. "The Empress was all I had heard it would be. Instead of feeling confined to a mere stateroom, it's like living in a beautiful apartment at sea. "We played tennis every single day on the big sports deck. Most every one did. And met again later in that cunning bar to talk over the fun. "The food was simply marvelous. My husband was tremendously impressed with it, and with the courtesy of the staff. "Really, I begrudged the Empress her speed! The voy age was over too soon. But I'll go Empress again!" BUILT FOR NICE PEOPLE . . . The Empress of Britain is designed to please knowing people. Spacious apart ments, 70% with private baths. Marvelous heating and ventilation. Full-size tennis and squash courts. Olympian Swimming Pool. Gymnasiums. SECURE SHIP PLANS, maps, fares from YOUR OWN TRAVEL AGENT or J. C. Patteson, Gen. Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago. Wabash 1904. April, 1934 55 l ine Furniture ... regardless of price The American public has learned during the past few years that cheap merchandise is expensive at any price. In the mad downward rush of commodity prices, real value has been forgotten in many lines. 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Illinois St. WHItehall 6740 Baseball in the Air A None Too Intelligent Prognosis By Edward Everett Alt rock COMES Spring and comes the baseball season up like a jack-in-the-pulpit and comes Warren ("Flying Colo nel") Brown with a lot of brand new commas. Ah, for the life of a baseball reporter when the Spring comes in. When the expense account comes in — that's something else. Time and time again (Time, March 16, 1932) I have wished that I, too, might be among the lucky, except at Seven-Card Stud, fellows who follow the two or three local baseball teams (Eb. Note: Only two now, Mr. Altrock. The Feds sort of dropped out of things several years ago.) on their Spring training trips. There's a glamour to it — the card games, the clambakes, the autograph- seeking brunettes, the seeking blondes. The expense accounts. Boom! And then last year I was fortunate enough to be one of those fellows. I was unfortunate, though, in not having a line of my copy printed. You see I had been assigned to cover the activities of the Cubs, but I discovered after three weeks of tireless energy and not a few lines of bril liant writing that I wasn't with the Cubs at all, but with the Pittsburgh Pirates, which is not a local team. This Spring, however, it is a different story, or in other words, not the same story I wrote last year. I am here on the Coast with the right team, the Cubs. And it certainly looks like a Cub year. They ought to win the National League pennant with ease, forge right ahead and win the American League pen nant and then carry on and play Cincinnati in the World's Series. And who can tell? perhaps they will blast their way through to take the Nobel Prise for most doubles. Or is it double plays? From where I sit in Rob Wagner's office it looks like double Scotch'and-sodas, but that's just the way things look now. They may clear up later, though I hope not. Of course the 1934 Cubs haven't the serv ice of that quartet of stellar outfielders, Max Flack, Leslie Mann and Cy Williams; they haven't Vic Saier, Johnny Evers and Heinie ("Peerless Leader") Zimmerman; they haven't Grover ("Big Six") Alexander and "Wahoo" Bill Killifer, nor "Shuf fling" Bill Douglas, Claude Hendrix, Gene Packard, Mike Pren- dergast, "Hippo"' Vaughn. But then, the Giants haven't "Bonehead" Merkle, Buck Hersog, Heinie Groh, George Burns, Gracie Allen, Larry Doyle, Rubes Benton and Marquard, Chris tie ("Big Six") Mathewson, Charlie Tesreau. And the Pirates haven't Honus Wagner, Fred Clarke, Mike Mitchell, Ed Con- selman, Dan Duffy and Al Mamaux. The Phillies haven't Dave Bancroft, Cliff Cravath, Fred ("Flying Colonel") Lu- derus, Sherwood Magee, Dode Paskert. Brooklyn hasn't Jake Daubert, Zack Wheat, Casey Stengle, Ed Pfeffer. The Cards haven't Rogers Hornsby, Lee Meadows, Bill Doak, Ed Konetchy. Cincinnati hasn't Ivy Wingo, Hoblitsel, Devore, Cy Morgan, Eppa ("Big Six") Rixey, Fred Toney. The Braves haven't Hank Gowdy, Jesse Barnes, Art ("Peerless Leader") Nehf, Dick Rudolph. Of course I haven't seen a baseball game in twenty years, so I would naturally think of all those fellows when making a comparison, which is not what this started out to be and still isn't. The 1934 Cub pitching staff is truly re markable, though not so hot at Red Dog. (It looks like Brooks Brothers will get paid after all.) Tinning ought to have a great year. There is a very amusing anecdote about Bud. He was going through the M-G-M studios the other day and along came Otto Kruger, Jean Harlow, Lee ("Flying Colonel") Tracy, Joan Crawford, Herbert Marshall, Alice Brady, Greta ("Big Six") Garbo, Myrna Loy, Lupe Veles, Norma Shearer, Jean Harlow, Fay Wray, Charles Butterworth, Jean Harlow, Madge Evans, and Jean ("Sistie") Harlow. I can't remember the rest of the story right now, but I may think of it later. At lunch the other day Warren ("Comma") Brown was saying something that sounded as though it were starting out to be funny, but I can't remember that either. I hope I don't 56 The Chicagoan 'Certainly this is Ah Foo speaking. But I assure you I am not acquainted with your soiled linen." Warren certainly misses all those free Celebrity Night suppers and I don't blame him. I sent in my own expense account last week to the editors of The Chicagoan. It will certainly be interesting to see what happens if any of them gets around to open it. The first one I sent in when I was out here last Spring, and it came back last October with a rejection slip. I took the slip with me to Des Moines, indorsed it on the back and cashed it. There were several of us in the party and so we all went to a barbershop and got a haircut. It was too nice to stay indoors anyway. I have just remembered the rest of that story about Bud Tin ning, but as I recall it now, it wasn't about Bud Tinning at all, but about Kiki Cuyler. It seems that Ki had a sort of yen (100 sen, or about fifty cents in our money, except when you play pinochle with Charlie Grimm and then it isn't worth a dime) on the small of his back, and Andy Lotshaw advised him to see a doctor about it and maybe have it burned off. Well, now that I think of it, it was Pat Malone who told me the story and I guess he did pronounce it wen, but I thought he was just saying that to be funny. Anyway, considering the attitude and editorial policy of the editors of The Chicagoan, I'd prob ably better not go on and tell that story even if I could remem ber it. It has certainly been a trial getting this story written, what with a thousand and one autograph seekers bothering me all the time. You see at the moment. I am wearing one of Chuck Klein's suits, having fallen in the mud the other night after the party Toby Wing gave It's pretty big for me, but all the time people are coming up, especially girls, and saying, "Oh, Mr. Hartnett, won't you sign this?" It's really a wonder that I can get any work done at all; I mean it would have been. I don't see how the boys on the dailies ever get anything ready for the wires; but of course they can just wire, "See story March 27, 1933, 1932, 1924, 1910 and rewrite changing names Hack Wilson to Chuck Klein, Heinie Zimmer man to Augie Galan, Frank Chance to Dolph Camilli. Lead follows." This, if I remember correctly without having to reread the above to find out, leaves only Riggs ("Big Six") Stephenson among the hitherto unmentioned players of the 1934 Cub roster. I have left the "Old Hoss" till the last purposely, because I wouldn't for the world have any suspicion of favoritism cast upon this writer. 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Just the three of us, but Gerry had had a good schooling at one of those swanky Eastern finishing schools and knew her place. She always addressed him as Mr. Stephenson or sometimes in fun as Mr. Cobb, or Mr. Speaker, but never Riggs or Ty or Tris. I suppose I shall never forget the first time she met Riggs. I had told her that morning that I was bringing home for dinner the lamb chops she'd asked me to get and my old friend, that famous outfielder of the Chicago Cardinals, Riggs Stephenson. "Riggs," I said. "I am bringing Riggs Stephenson home for supper. So put the salad forks in soda and water, and fix your hair there on the right side." 'Tor gosh sakes Riggs," she replied, "this is a hell of a time to be telling me you're going to bring a golf professional home for dinner." Which reminds me of the anecdote about Bud Tinning. Old John Law Bouquets for the Coppers 1: By Jack McDonald kHERE ain't no such thing as a good copper" is a little item overheard in the wise money corner at one of the recent fistic fiascos. The fight was lousy, other' wise the sure-thing boys would have been busy concentrating on the battlers, and laying a few bets, and not spending their time throwing rocks at our noble law enforcement body. The knocking hammers were brought out in carload lots as all the boys joined in, and the entire force, from commissioner to lowliest recruit, took a terrific ride. Reportorial accuracy is impossible here, for the Post Office Department is frightfully Puritanical, particularly so where strong language is used in printed material. It's accurate enough to quote the smart-money lads as being certain that every member of the force, including a brother-in-law of one of the speakers, was a heartless thief, totally blind and without the courage of a certain yellow dog. A person overhearing the conversation would necessarily conclude that there was a differ' ence between these chaps and the law-and-order boys. FortU' nately the easy-money boys don't carry a lot of weight in the community, but just the same there's one viewpoint. Of course if you are one of those poor unfortunates who have unluckily made a left turn at a NO LEFT TURN corner, you may possibly agree with the easy-money boys. It's pretty tough to have a raucous voiced minion of the law shout, "Hey, lunkhead, you can't make a turn here." Particularly so if the favorite young woman happens to be in the car and hears with her shell-pink ears much earnest criticism of your mental, ocular and driving qualifications. It's a blow to hear those things, but don't be soured for life on the cops because of one man's verbal pyrotechnics. Anyhow the cop might have had indigestion or something. Run up to the Commissioner's office some day and take a look at the memorial cases holding the stars of officers slain in performance of duty. An imposing array, and certain proof that Chicago officers have plenty of intestinal fortitude. There are probably corrupt policemen on the force, for in any organization or in any profession there are bound to be one or two bad eggs, and even one bad egg can make an enormous smell. Statistics show that the professions, medicine, law, or engineering, have a higher percentage of criminal con' victions than our much maligned police force. Good, bad, or indifferent, the boys have courage, at least the 197 stars in the cases give eloquent testimony that the bluecoats have what it takes. It is an interesting point that not one officer shot in performance of duty has been wounded while evading 58 The Chicagoan TWO STRIKING COMPOSITIONS IN THE MODE OF THE SEASON, PHOTOGRAPHED BY SEYMOUR FROM THE TAILORED WOMAN trouble. Every man has been shot down while going in after a criminal. It takes a lot of grit to go in alone after a danger ous gunman fully conscious that your brass buttons and chromi um plated badge make a perfect target. But there are lighter and more congenial angles to police work. "Gentleman John" McCann, one of the best known men on the B. of L. was at one time assigned to traffic work near a large grammar school, and soon had all the youngsters eating out of his hand. John is a persuasive fellow, and it wasn't more than a few months before he had chivvied, enticed, and bullied the bad and backward boys into working a little harder on their lessons. Although a little out of a police man's usual line of duty, the results were astounding. For youngsters with no shame, and boys who had remained un touched by the harshest criticisms of the teachers, hung their heads and promised to try harder when "Gentleman John" threatened them with a month in the jug. The teachers were stunned at the progress shown by these chronic maligners, and discovering that McCann was the good influence, gave him a vote of thanks and squawked to high heaven when he was transferred. One of the tough angles to police work is that a man is never wholly off duty. Although theoretically through for the day, an officer may happen in on a stickup, and then it is up to him as an officer to make an arrest or stop things cold. One cop was off duty and driving along a Loop street on his way home when two bandits, making a getaway after a stickup, jumped into his car, one on either side of him, and stuck their guns in his ribs. Told to drive west he obeyed, but at the next intersection while pretending to use the brake, socked one bandit almost knocking him out, and managed to shoot the other. That's taking awful chances in a driverless car with armed men, but it was quick thinking and put two tough hoodlums behind the bars. 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Traffic work, a nerve fraying task, brings to light many humorous affairs. Considering the tremendous increase in population and traffic, and that the traffic squad has 160 men less than they had back in 1908, the boys turn in an excellent job. That, by the way, is one for Ripley, fewer men handling traffic although population has doubled and traffic increased 5000%. Jack Lunny, one of Captain Dave Flynn's most capable and even-tempered men, ran across many weird performances while directing World's Fair traffic last summer. One of the prize performances was that of a bearded Missouri farmer driving a rattletrap model T Ford with a sadly battered trailer down Michigan Avenue. It was rush hour, and left turns were prohibited, but the farmer calmly pulled over by the safety island and began to make his left turn. Officer Lunny, hot and irritable, left his post and dashed over to the farmer shouting, "You can't make the turn here." The Missourian stuck his head out the window, expectorated a hugh gob of tobacco juice, mentally measured the distance to the safety island, glanced back at his trailer, and said, "That's O. K., pard' ner, I think I just can make it," and nonchalantly made his left turn. There are quite a few policemen of the old school still on the force and doing fine work, but you don't often hear any thing of them. Mike Cooney, the recording angel of transgres' sors at the criminal courts building, is one. A big, gruff, rough and tough copper, but with a heart of gold. When Mike's huge voice booms out at some culprit, you can almost see the victim quiver, not knowing whether to run or hide. Hard boiled perhaps, but he often slips outside to buy a sandwich for some half -starved, no-good hoodlum, or will give his own lunch away to some unfortunate child, in court because of his parents' domestic difficulties. All this with a muttered, "Here, Kid," and then a quick getaway into the record room. You remember Wallace Beery in The Bowery — well, that's Mike Cooney in the flesh. Captain Stege is very well known to newspaper readers as he has been a prominent figure in the solving of many notorious murder cases, but few people know that he is also one of the most courageous men on the force. Here's a little scene from some years back: A madman bar' ricaded in a building, with a rifle, pistol, and unlimited ammuni' tion. The only approach was a long narrow stairway, with absolutely no cover in front of the building. The madman was sniping at policemen as they arrived on the scene, and nothing could be done but return his fire and wait for a break. A deadlock with no solution. During a lull the crazed man 60 The Chicagoan shouted down that he would surrender to Stege if he came upstairs alone and unarmed. Against the advice of friends, who thought it was a trap, Stege went up the stairs unarmed, calmed the gunman and brought him down a prisoner. It looks simple enough in print, but it takes a lot of intestinal fortitude to march up a narrow staircase, not knowing when a crazy man may cut loose at you from the top. Bert Williams had the right idea when he used to sing that old song years ago, Somebody Else, J^ot Me. The World's Fair A Preview of the Big Show By Milton S. Mayer (Begin on page 23) mankind appeared to want today. As Moran used to ask Mack, what causes that? I pause and inquire of my immortal soul not whither go we? but why? We want more olden -time vil lages, but do we clamor for more wonders of science? Not we. Is the hand of the past not upon us? Even more successful than the Belgian Village last year was the Streets of Paris, a base joint if there ever was one, but — oh weep, ye angels — it was exactly what the people wanted. Now listen, folks — the century of progress we were celebrating contributed nothing to the art of dispensing what the Streets of Paris dispensed. Vending naked women is an art that reached its zenith a couple of thousand years ago. Is the hand of the past not upon us? The sins of the Streets of Paris were all right with me, but they raised the question of the importance of progress. The naked women issue last year overshadowed all the wonders of science. The fair ducked responsibility on the grounds that it had no control over the shows. This year every contract gives the fair complete control. I dare the fair to exercise its control. The hand of the past is upon it. Throw in Mr. Henry Ford's three- million dollar investment in an historical exhibit of the automobile. Throw in the hand some success of Wings of A Century, the show that went back a hundred years to tell the story of transportation. Throw in the A 6? P Carnival, that packed 'em in with its marionette show derived from medieval Italy. Have I built up a case for the past, or haven't I? The 1933 fair was all sorts and shades of amazement. The 1934 fair is taking a crack at a little enchantment. I put my money on enchantment last year, and I beefed all summer for the want of it. I'm playing the same horse this time. Fun in Court Wild Lawsuits I Have Met By Joseph P. Pollard CHICAGOANS have ever been blessed with the presence of unique and bizarre struggles that arise to perplex the revered judiciary as one fiery combatant drags another down the mouldy corridors of the courts of law. I fervently hope that this parade will never end, for a long lifetime spent in the innocent enjoyment of this little warfare would be brought thereby to a disappointed end. I am sure the fee- winning boys of the bar will agree with this prayer; and I am sure the literature of the press will continue to be enriched by revelations of litigation that would shock the imagination of a Jules Verne. The battle between men and women rages on. 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Another damsel who didn't really want to marry the beau who had so persistently pursued her was revealed as having urged her brothers and uncles to force the youth to agree not to show up at the church on the appointed wedding day. Noth' ing daunted, the swain appeared, and so dazed was the maiden that she went through with the ceremony. As soon as she recovered, she sued the bridegroom for breach of his contract not to appear. Then there was the petition filed by a fireman to restrain his wife from following him to fires. He claimed it interfered with his career, but she claimed her action was a necessary precaution against the romances which followed his rescuing of night-gowned women. When a bank stenographer saw her picture in the company magazine, which was meant to be a group picture but on which the photographer's skill had placed the border just beyond a hand resting on her knee, she was forced to sue for libel to redeem her reputation from the malicious gossip which ensued She filed several affidavits to the effect that the hand belonged to another stenographer in the group who had failed to get in the picture, and that "said hand did not belong to any of her male acquaintances or admirers."" I would not advise any husband to insert a newspaper notice of his wife's death. At least, I would not advise him to let his wife hear about it; for trouble with the law is bound to arise, and it may not be a valid excuse that he did it "to make her relatives think she was dead and keep them away from us." To the multitude of unfortunate romancers who find them' selves defendants in suits for alienation of affections, I can only suggest that they pursue hereafter a woman whose husband is heavily in debt, following the example of the man who attended the sheriff's sale of the property of the husband who had sued him, and who successfully bid $10 for the $10,000 alienation suit which was outstanding against him! I doubt very much if a wife can successfully sue her husband to compel the performance of a promise made by him in a marriage agreement that he would [guarantee to] increase his income to $10,000 a year, but it has been tried. All sorts of things are tried. There was the petition for a change of name from Cohen to Conant, which petition came before a Jewish judge who promptly refused it: "We cannot overlook this attempt to convey the idea that 'Cohen' is not an Anglo-Saxon name." There was the curious suit for malicious prosecution brought against his drinking buddies by the lad who, short of funds, got on a train with a "corpse ticket," a special rate for travel' ing with the coffin of a deceased lady unknown to him. After the party which preceded his embarking, his cronies thought it would be a good joke to disturb his peaceful journey. They wired police in a town ahead that the traveler was traveling with a woman in flagrant violation of the Mann Act. Arrest followed. And so too did the suit for malicious prosecution. Military discipline and a suit for slander both followed the exuberant captain who offered the following toast to his superior officer at a banquet: "In politics a bearcat; socially a wildcat; and personally a polecat." Even innkeepers have their troubles. Fancy the consternation of one such when he discovered his guests hacking away at the walls of his hostelry, which walls were made of rock shipped from an abandoned Colorado gold mine, long before the mod' ern boom. A quick suit for an injunction against the zealous prospectors followed. Then there was a boundary dispute between an innkeeper and his neighbor, who was quite a prominent author and celeb' rity. To have a written record, the author wrote polite notes to the innkeeper, objecting to the damage done his trees. When these met with no response, the author stormed into his neigh' bor and demanded to know why he did not answer. The innkeeper answered that he had hoped for more letters, so he could sell the autographed signature of his famous neighbor and thus make up for the slump in the hotel business. He not only failed to receive more letters, but was hauled into court The Chicagoan "There's Gracie Allen again!" to be restrained from both the tree damage and the autograph peddling. Among the many prominent neighborhood fights which get into court is the one where a dog-pound keeper objected stren uously to a hostile neighbor's teaching the lads of the vicinity to bark like a dog. He wanted an injunction because "the boys are good at barking and they keep me on the jump all the time." Beauty contests have their perils. When his daughter was selected as winner, one ancient celebrated by drinking her health in heady wine, dancing himself into a fever on a lake boat and finally leaping overboard to cool him self off. He was drowned, and, believe it or not, the family sought to hold responsible in damages the organization which had prompted the beauty contest. Unpatriotic as it may seem, a suit was recently brought to restrain the singing of the Star Spangled Banner in certain elementary schools — on the ground that its many high notes were entirely too great a strain on the voices of children. Beyond the many petitions filed by ex-bootleggers to have their names placed on the county unemployment relief roll, and beyond the occasional removals from courtrooms of old codgers who disturb the peace and dignity of the justice-seat by causing murmurings among the spectators who nudge each other and point him out as the court fan who hasn't missed a case in 75 years, there are such happy events in the annals of criminal law as the case of the man charged with fraudulently filling cavities and otherwise doctoring mules' teeth to make them seem younger than they are; the woman charged with rifling her husband's pockets (he trapped her by means of a patented device containing a firecracker which exploded when his purse was touched) ; and the beggar who was accused of asking for a cup of coffee and a sandwich when, according to the testimony of the prosecuting witness, his pockets were quite obviously bulging with sandwiches already. And so it goes. I see nothing to be alarmed about when the citizenry of the land prove, by these little excursions into the law, their infinite capacity to create new and fascinating problems for themselves. The frontier may be gone, but the pioneer spirit still pervades our potential plaintiffs and defend ants. Of this, one final illustration is enlightening : An under taker had sold to a widower a casket for his wife's burial, with a $100 guarantee that the casket would endure for fifty years. There followed thereafter a suit against the undertaker to re cover on the guarantee — the plaintiff -widower having discovered that the casket was disintegrated on the fourth successive Memorial Day on which he had poked a rake handle into the grave. -A.N Ideal residential hotel is much more than just a modern hotel. It is in every sense your home . . . with out the cares and routine, hotels Windermere have this distinction. 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This ensemble and dozens of other frocks and costumes, all with the casual distinction traditional with Blackstone Shop attire, are being fea tured for spring and summer in our Sports Salon. You'll be surprised to find that such a quantity of chic can be purchased for so small a sum! Stan hey Kdrsiiak Blackstone Shop 669 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE— AT ERIE STREET A Stag At Bay And Those Young Ladies Who Prey By Carey Fitzhugh I HAD known Eric for about a year, bumped into him here and there at advertising agencies — he was Western manager for a group of Eastern magazines — had met him at a dozen or more parties during the Holidays, and on New Year's morn' ing had had breakfast and soda with him. One bright afternoon we met accidentally at the Palmer House Bar. Eric hadn't anything especially to do, and I had but didn't feel like doing it. After a brace or two of cocktails, he suggested that we trickle out to his apartment and tap a new case of Irish whiskey. Eric puttered with his mail for a minute without opening any of it — bills and invitations, I assumed. Probably more of the latter than of the former. I had heard, though I hadn't any particular nrst'hand information, that Eric was quite in demand. In fact, I remembered, in speakeasy days when (and where) I'd first met Eric — at Mort's — Mort had told me about him one eve' ning. Eric had been standing at the other end of the bar at the time. Mort had said that Eric was the girls' dilemma, that there were hundreds of girls he wouldn't marry — girls who were crazy about him. Mort didn't know why, said that Eric had never mentioned it, that lots of other people did, and that he'd been eyewitness to more than one example of it. He always had some swell'looker with him, Mort said, but he never seemed to get caught. Cornered maybe at times, but always uncaught. I'd heard much the same thing. Importunate women were pretty much the plague of Eric's life. Still it was next to impossible for him to spend a quiet eve ning alone with his books what with the telephone going off with a crash every few minutes. Women were always calling Eric on the telephone — one of the nastier phases of American young womanhood. Eric had just used the seltzer on the Irish when the telephone rang. He answered it. "Hello, m'love," he said and paused. "Well, now, Doris, don't you rather think it's just a bit early for golf? The heady April air, you know. All right, dear, but let's wait till, say, mid- June. Okay? Goodbye." "It is a bit early for golf," I agreed. "Yes," said Eric. "And anyway I hate turtle-neck sweaters and Doris always wears them." "Eric," I said at length, "people are always asking 'Why has Eric never married?' " "They are, aren't they?" he responded. He pointed to the under-the'eyes portions of his face, to his greyish temples. "See how the years have epuise me? I'm no longer the lightsome lad I once was. I blame my gradual disintegration on women alone and I don't care if the whole world knows how I feel about it." "And your charm, if it isn't a secret?" I asked. "I'm not sure," he replied. "Nothing physical, wouldn't you say? And I'm no mental Gargantua. I think women call me because I seem to have acquired a reputation for never having been caught. It's the old Diana spirit in each one of them; they want to catch me." The telephone rang again. "This may not be quite proper, Carey," said Eric, about to answer the 'phone, "but just you dash into my bedroom and get a bit of the conversation on the extension. Then maybe you'll not understand it all any better than I do." I went into his bedroom and picked up the extension. "Hello, Eric darling," a feminine voice said, "I suppose you are not free tonight?" "Of course not, Lovebird," replied Eric. "Who is that?" "Edith, you beast. And Ralph has scuttled off on one of those stern business trips, so immediately my mind leapt like a The Chicagoan startled fawn with a streak of yellow to Eric, that occult and elusive young man about town. Can't you break your engage' ment, dear?" "I'm afraid not," replied Eric, "but try me again one time." Before I could get back to Eric's living room the 'phone blasted away again. I engaged myself with the extension a second time. Just for the hell of it. "Eric sweet," said another feminine voice, "this is Julia and I just got back to town with a lovely, shiny, canary yellow roadster with a special compartment for old celery and lots and lots of those glistening collapsible cups that one is always losing in brooks and springs. And Eric, it's Spring!" "How clever of it," replied Eric. "But I'm playing squash in ten minutes and then dining with some people. Come again, dear." We began to talk about a new magazine that had recently been brought out. The telephone rang again, but I sat tight and gave my Irish and soda a chance. "Yes, I know, Iris," Eric was saying. "It does sound great — speedboat, the cool wind in one's hair. Ah, yes. No wonder you thrill, dear. But the paper says inclement weather late this afternoon. And so — perhaps another day, dear." Eric turned to me with a weak smile. "Is it always like this?" I asked. "Practically always," he replied. "If the sun's out they call and if it's raining they call. No matter whether I'm here or at the office." "But at the office can't your secretary . . . ?" I began. "My secretary isn't any help at all, the hussy. She gloats over it and dotes on it." The 'phone rang again, of course. "You answer it this time," Eric said. I took up the damned instrument. "Erickie, darling," shrieked a small feminine voice. "We're at cocktails at the Jaspersons' and you must hurtle up here at once. Mother's cockeyed and has sat down firmly inside the piano, and refuses to budge for anyone but you." "If she waits for Eric's aid, my dear," I replied, "I'm rather afraid she will stay in the piano until it becomes a harpsichord. He's in Detroit for a week." I hung up. "Nice going," said Eric after I'd delivered the message. "Probably the little Todhunter girl. Her mother's a sot." "But why," I asked at length, "has Eric never married any of these dreadful, but withal eligible little girls? Or will he?" "He will not," said Eric and paused. "Carey, Eric is married." "Ah," I said. "Truth removes her dirty domino. And so?" "We were at Caliente — a party of us — down from L. A. It was about a year ago this month. Forget the date. We'd all been cowboying around for several days. Three of us were down at the rail as the sixth race came up. A Hollywood dia- logue writer, a lovely young actress not long over from the London stage, and I. There were two favorites in the race and favorites hadn't been hitting the wire that day. Eric's Buddy and Film Row — both ripe for a hunch bet, we decided. We placed our bets, and then the girl announced that she'd marry the one whose horse breezed in. The film fellow and I agreed —thought it'd be fun. Film Row won and Eric's Buddy placed and I congratulated the happy young couple, fairly soberly thinking of my good fortune. And then! Then they put up a disqualification for Film Row. That happens about three times a season. The girl grabbed my arm and the film fellow collected our crowd and they hustled us off to a little Mexican chapel somewhere around there. I couldn't quite run; just had to go through with it." "And so you quit playing the horses?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. "And I came back to Chicago and the girl returned to London in a few months. I had a Christmas card from her; she's rehearsing for Cochran's new revue — nice cast job." "But a Mexican marriage, Eric?" I wondered. "Know any thing about their legality?" "No, I don't," he said. "Nor I," I continued. "But why don't you see your lawyer?" "Maybe I'd ought to do that," he replied, uncorking the Jameson's. "And maybe Cochran will bring his show over here." 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. April, 1934 65 Let your good taste be your guide . . . choose "There's no better address" . . . . the ultimate in service, appointments, and location. The Surf, just off the Drive and overlooking the Lake, is the choice of a very discriminating clientele. The individuality of its apartment homes, — its proximity to the center of smart activity — it an ideal home this spring. Surf have not as yet been increased, 5 room apartments available at low rentals. LEWIS S. THOMAS, Resident Manager "<Jher€$ JVo DetUrJlddressm 501 Surf St., at Pine Grove Ave. Bittersweet 7000 "FINE APARTMENT YOU MOVED INTO JIM. HOW DID YOU FIND IT?* "IN CHICAGO'S COMPLETE RENTAL DIRECTORY IN THE HERALDand EXAMINER.! :&^l>Ad&&^ "Sssh — I want this to be a surprise!' Music and Lights Enter, the Cocktail Lounge By Patrick McHugh WE wish we were an idle fellow, for if we were we could spend our afternoons in the Eastman Casino of the Congress and the Marble Room of the Blackstone idling over cocktails. The former room has a Continental svelteness and the latter a Mayfair smartness. We should probably drink sweet cocktails in the one and dry in the other. The Eastman Casino, named after its creator, Nat Eastman (and he ought to feel mighty proud of it), is Mr. H. L. Kauf' man's contribution to the sophistication of the Town. When Mr. Kaufman sets out to do something, he does it so fully that the result is something to lean out of windows about. And so the Eastman Casino is a magnificent room, a thing of beauty and a joy to its guests. The room is divided by a glass archway with crystal Neon lighting — another of Nat Eastman's innovations: the first use of Neon tubing of illumination other than advertising purposes. One half is occupied by the French bar and lounge with arm' chairs in cream and red and small cocktail tables serviced by cocktail caddies. The bar itself is beautifully panelled with Chinese lacquer work and inlays of gold, silver and mother/'of' pearl. Over the bar there is Neon lighting and behind it a center foundation out of which rises a white marble nude, while on the wall there are two murals with an old Chinese legend as the theme. The other half is taken up by the dining room and dance floor. This adjoining room will be opened daily at 11 A. M. for luncheon, and, during the cocktail, dinner and after'theatre supper hours a fivcpiece string orchestra will play for dancing. The room as a whole has for its color motif a full canary yellow and a rich apple green, even to the glassware and table flowers. Another striking feature of decoration is the two stained glass windows facing the Avenue. Created by a special 66 The Chicagoan process of Eastman's own, they are the only thing of their kind in Town. The Eastman Casino is really a notable contribution to the smartness of this village, and we're glad Mr. Kaufman got the idea. A COCKTAIL . room of a different type is the Marble Room of The Blackstone. Dignified without being severe and with a certain new warmth supplied by the deep blue, wide gold bordered drapes, and comfortable furnishings, it is one of those rooms where a noble drinks such as a double Scotch-and-soda or a fine Irish whiskey and ginger beer seem to be the fitting orders. A pleasant string ensemble provides very nice music and songs, and there is special entertainment on Saturdays. And the tables are far enough apart so that tete-a'tetes are a pleasure. Because of rooms such as the Eastman Casino and the Marble Room and the Palmer House bar, our wish for personal idleness during the cocktail hour grows, and our faith in Loop civiliza tion before night-fall becomes fast. In the Empire Room of the Palmer House, Richard Cole's fine orchestra is breaking local records. It will be a one year's stand for them next month, and that really means something in night club and supper room life wherein orchestras are usually changed every couple of months. When the Palmer House management signed up Cole and his bandsmen, that excellent group of musicians, although not a "name" outfit, was well known about Town. Cole had played at the Opera Club for two seasons, and for a dozen or more local debutante affairs. And it didn't take long for him to click with the night life crowd. Now, with one of the most popular bands in Town, he seems to be a fixture in the Empire Room — a permanent one we hope, because he seems to fit. Lydia and Joresco are the current dance team in the Empire Room. They've had tremendous successes at various European spas, at the Deauville Club at Miami and at the St. Regis. Last summer, too, they were at the Dells when Lombardo and his Royal Canadians were playing there. Roth and Shay do some novelty tumbling numbers; the Three Swifts, jugglers extraor- y^ AT THE HEART OF THINGS c-o* TO e^uE 8 MINUTES FROM TIMES SQUARE AND THEATRES M Stop at this new center of social and business New York ... on Park Avenue . . . yet but a few minutes from every where. Charming, home-like rooms. Famous restaurants. PARK AVENUE • 49TH TO 50TH STS • NEW YORK RICHARD COLE, WITH HIS ORCHESTRA, IS ROUNDING OUT A SOLID YEAR'S ENGAGEMENT IN THE EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE SPRING FOOTWEAR A punch vamp sandal in black, brown, or blue kid . . . $10.75 HANAN & SON I NORTH WABASH AVE. April, 1934 67 Eminence... connoting superb service, performing brodigies of hospitality... in suite or in single room. . .all trie assembly 01 cul tured good taste and metropolitan savoir faire. Eminence, too, presenting trie baradox 01 modest tarirrs... single rooms from $4. GEO. D. SMITH • Genera? Manager (HBcuLk cnopkin/3 cHotet ON NOB HILL .SAN FRANCISCO "NO NEED TO WORRY DEAR, LOOK IN THE HERALDS EXAMINER. FOR. CHICAGO'S COMPLETE APARTMENT RENTAL DIRECTORY? *BERN1CE,THEJUR.EAUY| AREN'T SO MANY GOOD APARTMENTS AVAILABLE NOW! I'M WORRIED". A SOPHISTICATED SYMPHONY IN BLACK AND RED ARE CLARICE COLITZ AND CHARLOTTE GOODING, MEMBERS OF THE EVANS CO-EDS NOW MAKING A HIT WITH THE FRANKIE MASTERS FLOORSHOW IN COLLEGE INN dinary, keep the ringside guests in an edge-of-chair attitude; Gale Page and Stanley Morner, pleasant vocalists, held over, and the Abbott Dancers make up the show. In the Gold Coast Room of The Drake, impresario Pierre Nuytten borrowed from the French for his latest stage production, A T^ight in the Latin Quarter. We like Pierre's idea of supper room entertainment; it's the theatre- night club kind of thing, with a definite intimacy about it even though the room is large. But after all, Pierre is Pierre, and the Town's people have come to expect a deft and near-perfect touch from him — which is ever forthcoming. And, too, he has talent with which to work: prima donna Ruth Dennen of the lovely soprano; Nana Parmette, Viennese dancer and Pierre's latest find; George Nelidoff, Russian barytone; Carmine di Giovanni, tenor; Frances Wilier, dancer; the dancing Trevor Sisters, and the Drake ballet. Earl Burtnett and orchestra are in the bandshell and with them are featured the Biltmore Trio, Ruth Lee, who sings blues, and Stanley Hockman. The relief work is done by the Crusaders and don't think that instrumental quartet hasn't been making a name for itself; the boys seem to have what it takes to be talked about. There's a new ballet down at College Inn. Eight beautiful dancers, tall, willowy and. graceful — trained by Ballet Master Fred Evans— are now one of the high' lights of Frankie Masters' entertainment program. The girls who make up the group are: Charlotte Gooding, premiere; Marjorie Burke, Nellie Higgins, Diane Wise, Clarice Colitz, Patricia Bradley, Dorothy Harvey and Dorothy Drowns. Mar' jorie Burke, a sixteen year old brunette, does a specialty tap number and the red-haired Diane Wise offers an acrobatic dance. In addition to the ballet Zelda Santley presents an entirely new repertoire of characterisations and has added new lines to her Pitts, Garbo, Morgan and Penner mimicries. Miss Santley seems to have become pretty much a fixture at the Inn, which is well. The Wednesday Notable Nights continue to pack the Inn, with Frankie doing his excellent job of introducing stage, screen and radio stars. It's too bad the theatre season has been, and 68 The Chicagoan NEW YORK is all the more delightful AT THE ST. REGIS When in New York, do as the smart New Yorkers do... live at the Hotel St.Regis. That means to miss nothing in the gay pageant of Manhattan, yet to dwell peacefully in true, homelike comfort. All rooms are notably spacious, charmingly fur nished and unquestionably sound proof. Four superb dining rooms — to suit every preference— including the famous Seaglade. Close to Radio City, Central Park, the smart shops, the theatres. Subway, two blocks away . . . Single rooms, $5- $6. Double rooms, $7- $8. Par lour, bedroom and bath, $10- $20. E. 55th STREET at 5th AVENUE PALMER HOUSE STUDIO THE McGRAW TWINS OF THE ABBOTT INTERNATIONAL DANCERS WHO NIGHTLY CAPTIVATE GUESTS OF THE EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE IN CLEVER ROUTINES AND HANDSOME COSTUMES continues to be, so lousy — it doesn't give Frankie a real work' out. Anyway, we're looking forward to Notable Nights of the future when, maybe, As Thousands Cheer, Follies, Roberta and other N. Y. hits have drifted into Town. And, too, the Beau Brummels, a white'tie and tails quartet, have recently been added as a relief band for the Masters out' fit. Tangos and Rhumbas are their specialty — a guitar, bass violin, cornet and clarinet. Danny Russo's Wednesday night Radio Parties at the Oriental Gardens continue to gather under one roof many stars of the radio world (the Fifth Estate — isn't it?) , and Eddie and Fannie Cavanaugh are perfect hosts, with Eddie doing the emceeing. Danny and his Orioles are out of Town doing a series of one-nighters, but they'll be back in another week or two. One of the night club events of early April will be the arrival at Che? Paree of Ray Bolger for his first night harbor appearance in Town. The new show will offer Doris Roche from the St. Morits; Ina Raye, sometime Follies star; Barbara Blane, the dancing find of the current (at writing) show and others. Henry Busse and his orchestra will continue. The current show, with Freddie Bernard handling the emceeing, features Sheila Barrett, caricatures extraordinary and oh, so biting!; Martha Raye, and Deering Davis and Louise Brooks; and, of course, the sixteen Adorables. Senor Joacquin Elizando, the man who "dis covered" Carlos Molina and a very well known personage to the Town's night lifers, is the big attraction in the Terrace Garden of the Morrison every Saturday afternoon where he and a group of men and women associates, each an expert in the Argentine Tango and Ballroom Rhumba, give exhibitions and instruct guests of the Garden in the intricacies of these dances. We probably shouldn't use the word "intricacies," because Senor Elisando insists that anyone who can walk can tango; it's just a matter of practice. The Tango, it would seem, has come to Town to stay, and is not just a temporary craze, but a permanent institution. For on afternoons when Don Carlos plays his rhythmic marimba music the floor is crowded with Tango dancers. Even at night WINE THAT TOASTED When Wellington defeated Napoleon, the House of Sandeman had been producing the finest Sherry and Port for 25 years. At that time, aristocratic Eng lishmen (who have always known their Sherry and Port) toasted the "Iron Duke" with Sandeman . . . just as today, more than a century later, they choose Sande man . . . the finest genuine Sherry and Port in England (genuine: for Sandeman is made in the au thentic Sherry and Port grape- districts of Spain and Portugal). And the prices of Sandeman Sherries and Ports will surprise you. They are so reasonable you need never serve inferior wines. SANDEMAN " EMMim April, 1934 69 Wine is More than a Luxury! Look for the MOUQUIN label on the wines you buy. MOUQUIN, Inc., 160 East Illinois St., Chicago. Superior 2615. vVl-v <Z44>e£ Inseparable for three generations! millie b. oppenheimer, inc. has the answer for everything that is new and smart in spring apparel. ambassador west 1300 north state RUTH DENNEN, PRIMA DONNA IN THE GOLD COAST ROOM OF THE DRAKE, RECENTLY SOPRANO WITH THE METROPOLI TAN OPERATIC QUARTETTE during the dinner and supper hours when Clyde Lucas and his California Dons furnish the Garden music there are innumer able demands for the Tango — so many, in fact, that Lucas has perfected a marimbaphone (a sort of xylophone with calabash resonators instead of metal), also features several novelty marimba numbers including a Chinese Rhumba. One of the Town's old favorites, Al Kvale, and his orchestra are now manufacturing music for the guests of the Walnut Room of the Bismarck. The floorshow entertainment will be changed entirely every two weeks, thus assuring the guests a variety of talent during the coming season. Down at The Stevens the center of attraction is the Colches ter Room since Manager Otto K. Eitel brought in George Dev- ron and his orchestra. Besides Devron with his fine tenor and delightful violin, Jess Stacy, pianist and Frank Sayre, barytone and drummer, are featured nightly during the dinner and sup per hours. Out south at the Steamship Ollie, Henriques and Adrienne, dancers, still head the floorshow. Captain Ollie Beebe also presents, besides the chorus of Skipperettes, the Chessin Twins in tap dances, and the Trilby Sisters, acrobatic dancers. Art Fisher and his orchestra supply the music. Out at Otto Singer's handsome Rainbo Garden the newest edition of Edward Beck's Rainbo Rays offers a diversified load of entertainment. Easter and Ha^elton, who have in the past danced for Ziegfeld, head the show. Among the other new-comers are Frank Swanee, a vocalist, who also handles the emceeing job — in a strictly refined sort of way; the Stanley Sis ters, who used to be starred by Georgie White in several editions of his Scandals — dancers, they; Danny White, who does a lot of clowning; and Helen Wehrle, an interpreter of classical danc ing. Impresario Beck has also several striking new numbers featuring the Rainbo Lovelies — new steps and routines and novel lighting effects. Jules Styne and his able orchestra and soloists have been held over from the last show; and so have the Shannon Sisters, and of course all twenty-four of the Rainbo Lovelies. CARLOS MOLINA, RECORD MAKING, RECORD BREAK ING BAND LEADER, WHO, WITH HIS FINE ORCHESTRA, GOES A-TOURING FROM THE URBAN ROOM TILL FAIR- TIME t«ia||gr — 4ge Old TRADITIONS ofSupertatm DINING once again at THE / BLACKSTONE HOTEL MICHIGAN AVENUE AT 7TH ST. 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Serving excellent foods in the simple, homelike Early American style with Colonial atmosphere. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 101 I 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. When the Landscape looks like this . . . remember RED RAVEN SPLITS LAXATIVE WATER For the morning after . . only Red Raven Splits will bring you back. Red Raven Splits did the trick before prohibition . . is ready for you now at every fine hotel, club, drug store, grocer. •? ? ? Also Billy Baxter Club Soda. ? ? ? One Night, one of Billy Bax ter's Letters, for four-cents in stamps. THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION Chcswkk, Pa. OTTO SCHMIDT PRODUCTS CO. DISTRIBUTORS FOR CHICAGO 1229 S. Wabash Avenue Fine CALIFORNIA Sweet and Dry Wines, Cordials and Liqueurs Sole Agents — LeRoy Leon et Cie. Champagnes and Wines Epernay — FRAN C E — Bordeaux THE E. O. 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Begun in 1634 as a result of a religious vow, the Passion Play has been performed every ten years since then. Thirty-three performances this year, between May and September, then not again until 1940. As official agents for the Passion Play, we have arranged a group of special Oberam- mergau Tours of varied routesand durations. Apply to your own Agent, or THOS. COOK & SON 350 N. Michigan Blvd., Chicago AMEROP TRAVEL SERVICE, INC. 400 Madison Ave., New York City AMERICAN EXPRESS COMPANY 70 E. Randolph St., Chicago Official Agents by Appointment L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able catering, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. HORN PALACE— 325 Plymouth Court. Webster 0561. Excellent cui sine and a bar with bartenders who really know the art of mixing. MISS UNDQUIST'S CAFE— 5540 Hyde Parle Blvd. Midway 7809. The only place on the south side serving smorgasbord. Breakfast, luncheon and dinner, and strictly home-cooking. 885 CLUB — 885 Rush. Delaware 0885. European atmosphere and choice French menu. Complete wine and liquor list. FRED HARVEV'S — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Superiority of service and select cuisine, and its tradition, make it a favorite luncheon, tea and dinner choice. PHELPS & PHELPS RESTAURANT— 1423 E. 63rd St. Plaza 1237. Early American cuisine. On the way to the south-of-Town racing courses. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Wabash 1088. The critical tastes of the clientele give unneeded stimulus to the chef. BERGHOFF CAFE— 15 W. Adams. Webster 0118. Always a favorite spot for German food and the excellent Berghoff brew. The food is the same and the beer is better than ever. CAPE COD ROOM— Drake Hotel, Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Everything you can think of, and several other things, in the way of marine foods. And a lot of Cape Cod atmosphere. JACQUES — 180 E. Delaware. Delaware 0904. 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An atmosphere of refinement and a variety of excellently prepared and served dishes. THE SAN PEDRO— 918 Spanish Court, Wilmette. Authentic old-tavern setting. Food that pleases North Shorites who gather there. There are some famous specialties. CHARM HOUSE— 800 N. Michigan. Superior 4781. At the Old Water Tower. Quaint, beautiful interior, excellent cuisine and service and reasonable prices. THE CHIMNEY'S TAVERN— Winnetka, III. Winnetka 3724. Duplicate of an old English tavern, with lots of old world atmosphere. LITTLE NORMANDY— 155 E. Erie. Delaware 2334. All the atmosphere that goes with the name and excellent American cuisine. WAX WORKS CAROLINA — Victor. Reverse: "Dancing in the Moonlight." Rudy Vallee and his Connecticut Yankees play both; the first from the pix of the same name. MY SONG GOES ROUND THE WORLD— Victor. Ray Noble and his orchestra do a nice job, and same with "Song Without Words." THAT'S' LOVE — Victor. Paul Whiteman's Ramona and her grand piano do this number from the film "Nana," and "Why Not?" from the film "Social Register." I WAS IN THE MOOD— Victor. Reverse: "How Was I to Know?" Both played by Eddy Duchin and his grand orchestra, with Lew Sherwood doing the refrains. TIRED OF IT ALL — Brunswick. And "Keep Romance Alive," both from the film "Hips Hips Hooray" and sung by Ruth Etting. JUNGLE DRUMS' — Brunswick. Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians play this umpha tango. On the other side Carlos Molina and his Joseph Urban Room band play a rumba, "La Comparsa de los Congos." I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS— Brunswick. And "Wagon Wheels" from the "Follies." Abe Lyman and his California orchestra play both. Antique Highland Liquor Scotch i Over 20 years old A product from the famous Macintyre Williams' Distiller ies in Glasgow. The Scotch that has been noted for its fine character and qual ity for centuries on the conti nent and now available in America. 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Our space is limited, make an appointment immediately so we can meet your convenience. Silhouette Shop Tel. Ran. 1500 Sixth Floor Chas. A. Stevens 8C Co. JANE ESTABROOKS Household Registry ^H has the answer for prot • individualistic service • trained help only • select nurses governesses del 6142 49 e. oak atWAGTAYLES FOOD IS VERY GOOD ARE OPEN ALL THE TIME Sheridan — opp. L Stati WHEN TOMORROW COMES— Brunswick. Freddy Martin and his crowd handle this number from "Mandalay" and "Spin a Little Web of Dreams" from "Fashions of 1934." I HAD TO CHANGE THE WORDS— Brunswick. And "In Other Words— We're Through," sung by Connie Boswell with orchestral accompaniment. ZAZ ZUH ZAZ — Victor. And "I Learned About Love from Her" by Cab Calloway and his Cotton Club Orchestra with refrains sung by the inimitable Cab himself. GOIN' TO HEAVEN ON A MULE— Victor. And "Don't Say Good- Night," both from the First National film "Wonder Bar" played by Rudy Vallee and his Connecticut Yankees. JAZZNOCRACY — Victor. Jimmie Lunceford and his orchestra do this ha-hot number and another "Chillun Get Up." WHEN TOMORROW COMES— Victor. From the film "Mandalay" and "Beloved" from the film of the same name. Don Bestor and his orchestra on both sides. I FOUND A SONG — Victor. And "Charming," both from "All the King's Horses" and played by Don Bestor and his orchestra. TRUE — Victor. "The Moonlight Waltz," both by Paul Whiteman and his orchestra. IN A SHELTER FROM A SHOWER— Victor. Reverse, "Arlene," two nice numbers by Jan Garber and his orchestra. INKA DINKA DOO — Brunswick. By Jimmy Durante himself, from his cur rent picture "Palooka." Reverse, "Hot Patatta," from his forthcoming film "Strictly Dynamite." Grand numbers. HARLEM LAMENT— Brunswick. And "Take It Easy," both by Earl Hines and his orchestra, with Earl working out at the piano. WONDER BAR— Brunswick. And "Why Do I Dream Those Dreams?" played by Freddy Martin and his orchestra, from the film "Wonder Bar." THAT'S LOVE — Brunswick. From the film "Nana." Glen Gray and his Casa Loma orchestra play this and "Lullaby in Blue." ILL WIND — Brunswick. And "As Long As I Live," both from the "Cotton Club Parade," sung by Harold Arlen, tenor. They'll probably be hits, especially the first named. LET'S PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER— Victor. From the Universal film "I Like It That Way," and "That's Love," from "Nana." By Harry Sosnick and his Edgewater Beach Hotel orchestra. FARE-THEE-WELL TO HARLEM— Victor. Paul Whiteman and his or chestra. Reverse, "Everybody Loves My Marguerite," played by Jack Jackson and his orchestra at the Dorchester Hotel, London. MIDNIGHT ON MAIN STREET— Victor. And "Looks Like a Beautiful Day," played by Jan Garber and his orchestra. SING A LITTLE LOW DOWN TUNE— Victor. Reverse: "We Were the Best of Friends," both by Tom Coakley and his Palace Hotel orchestra, with vocal refrains by Frank Barton and Fred Williams. STAR DUST — Victor. Reverse: "Cosmics," two lovely piano solos by Hoagy Carmichael. RUDE INTERLUDE— Victor. Reverse: "Dallas Doings," a stomp. By Duke Ellington and his famous orchestra. SUPPER TIME — Victor. Reverse: "Harlem on My Mind," both numbers from the revue "As Thousands Cheer," sung by Gertrude Niesen with Isham Jones and his orchestra. NOT FOR ALL THE RICE IN CHINA— Victor. Reverse: "Supper Time," both from "As Thousands Cheer," played by Leo Reisman and his orchestra. Vocal refrains: first number by Clifton Webb, other by Thelma Nevins. LIKE ME A LITTLE BIT LESS— Victor. From the film "Palooka." Reverse: "Some Day." Both by Don Bestor, refrains by The Chanters. ONE MORNING IN MAY— Victor. Hoagy Carmichael dnd his orch. Swell number. Reverse: "Armful of Trouble," by Don Bestor and band. WITH MY BANJO ON MY KNEE— Victor. Reverse: "Go "Long Mule," sung by Louisiana Lou with guitar. Tab. RUNNIN' WILD— Brunswick. Reverse: "Rockin" Chair," both by Duke Ellington and his famous orchestra. Better catch. LET'S FALL IN LOVE— Brunswick. Reverse: "Like Me a Little Bit Less," both by Gus Arnheim and his outfit. SPRINGTIME IN OLD GRANADA— Brunswick. From the film "His Double Life," by Victor Young and band. They play "Some Day" also. INKA, DINKA, DOO— Brunswick, from "Palooka," by Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians. "Night on the Water" on the back. I JUST COULDN'T TAKE IT, BABY— Brunswick. Leo Reisman and his swell band play this "Blackbirds" number, also another, "Your Mother's Son-in-Law." BLUE RIVER — Brunswick. Reverse: "Arlene," both sung by Jack Teagar- den, and neatly, too. Distinctive CANOPIES Fine canopy work demands excellence in both materials and workmanship. Even more insistently, it calls for correct ness of design — for sound artistic sense in planning and execution. The experience and reputa tion of Carpenter in fine canvas work is your best as surance of complete satis faction. Rental canopies avail able for weddings and special occasions. Ask for folder on "Fine Canopies." EST. 1840 GE0-B-eARFEtfTER*C0. Craftsmen in Canvas 440 NORTH WELLS STREET Chicago SUPerior 9700 For True Fashion TRENDS Consult Ellen French The new collec tion shows the coming Fash ions — rather than the pass ing Fads. Ellen Jrench 662 N. Michigan Avenue April, 1934 73 Here's sparkle, pep and happiness I'm just a mural — neverth'less I've beat my way around and know What smart folks like and where they go — That's why the praises loud I boom Of Knickerbocker's Tavern Room ! | I'm on the way ; | with service spright, | | I'm on the job I | both day and night | 'Cause smart folks dine § | and use my bar — | = They come from near ! 1 they come from far | | I'm just a figure I | on the wall — | | But all the same — | I give me a call ! | Hi TAV€Rn Walton Place, east of Michigan | Your Trip to the Soviet Union THIS IS A GOOD YEAR TO VISIT SOVIET RUSSIA Travel comforts have increased amazingly. Travel services pur chased in America before sailing cost no more than before the dollar went off gold. The Open Road offers special facilities in the Soviet Union based on years of experience, resident representation, and friendly rela tions with key individuals and in stitutions. Service to groups and those traveling on their own. Details on Application THE OPEN ROAD 203 S. Dearborn St., Chicago Harrison 6744 Cooperating with In tourist Moscow, New York, Geneva, Chicago IF I LOVE AGAIN — Brunswick. Freddy Martin and outfit play this "Hold Your Horses" hit. Reverse: "I Can't Forgive Myself." HARLEM CAMP MEETING— Brunswick. Reverse: "Little Town Gal," both by Cab Calloway and gang. WILL THERE BE ANY COWBOYS IN HEAVEN?— Victor. The Lone Star Cowboys — vocal, guitar, uke, mandolin — do this and "Wonderful Child." DAYBREAK EXPRESS— Victor. Reverse: "Dear Old Southland," both grand numbers by Duke Ellington and his orch. SONG OF SURRENDER— Victor. From the film "Moulin Rouge." "Kisses in the Night" from the same pic. Both by Eddy Duchin and orch. SO SHY — Victor. Reverse: "Snow Flakes"; two nice numbers by Isham Jones and his orchestra. THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS— Victor. From the film "Moulin Rouge," and "Temptation" from the MGM flicker "Going Hollywood." Jan Garber and his orchestra play them. BOMBAY — Victor. Reverse: "Golden Lily," hot ones played by Tiny Par- ham and his Musicians. ROLL OUT OF BED WITH A SMILE— Victor. Isham Jones and band play this and "You're O. K." MASQUERADING IN THE NAME OF LOVE— Victor. Don Bestor and orch. do this and "Inka, Dinka, Doo." OLD FASHIONED SWEETHEARTS— Brunswick. Jack Hylton and his orchestra play a London mammy song; they do "Yvonne" on the reverse side. MUSIC MAKES ME — Brunswick. Abe Lyman and his California Orches tra do a number from the film "Flying Down to Rio." Reverse: "Jimmy Had a Nickle" by the same band. LOVE LOCKED OUT— Brunswick. Reverse: "Without that Certain Thing" played by Ambrose and his orchestra at the Embassy Club, London. STRIKE UP THE BAND!— Brunswick. Red Nichols and his outfit revive that good Gershwin number. "I May Be Wrong" on the other side. BELOVED — Brunswick. Victor Young and his orchestra play a waltz from the show of the same name. "Little Women" on the other side by the same band. I HAD TO CHANGE THE WORDS— Brunswick. Reverse: "In Other Words — We're Through," Connie Boswell does two swell numbers. BUILD A LITTLE HOME— Brunswick. Reverse: "Rome Wasn't Built in a Day," both from "Roman Scandals." Abe Lyman's orchestra and re frains by Frank Sylvano and Phil Neely. SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES— Victor. From the musical show "Roberta." Gertrude Niesen sings, accompanied by orchestra directed by Ray Sinatra. Reverse: "Jealousy" sung by Gertrude Niesen with Isham Jones and his orchestra. AFTER SUNDOWN— Victor. From the M-G-M film "Going Hollywood." By Eddy Duchin and his orchestra with vocal refrain by Lew Sherwood. Reverse: "La Cumparsita," by the Duchin outfit. YOU'RE GONNA LOSE YOUR GAL— Brunswick. Reverse: "We Were the Best of Friends," both by Glen Gray and his Casa Loma orchestra, with refrains by, "Pee Wee" Hunt and Kenneth Sargent. v* — kiiTr3?!*1**^ LEARN TO RIDE! Without suffering the embarrassment of having friends gibe you! Join the others in enjoying horseback riding. Learn the fundamentals of Horsemanship. Full complete lessons on this subject, written by horsemen in plain English sent you postpaid for $1.00. (No stamps.) Rid ing horses are available everywhere. THE REMINDER St. Charles, III. DOG SHOW CHICAGO KENNEL CLUB 33d Annual All Breed Show March 30-31, April 1 Held at Armory 1 6th & Michigan Admission: Adults $1.00 Children 50c 10 A. M.-I0 P. M. 74 A NAME you can trust means a product you can trust! A HERE is much dis cussion these days as to what should be printed on the label of a liquor bottle. 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