JULY, 1934 *ik PRICE 25 CENTS e CUICAGOAN JAMES KEELEY — BY TERRY RAMSAYE EXTRA INNING GAME — BY WILLIAM C. BOY THE FAIR — BY MILTON S. MAYER AND A. GEORG DEN E MILLER he world's best answer to"Wnat will you nave?" ecause the deli cious flavour and friendly mellowness of Dewar's "White Label" and "Ne Plus Ultra" have established them as the standards of good taste all over the globe SOMERSET IMPORTERS, LTD., 2 30 Park Avenue. New York ... 1 North LaSalle Street, Chicago ... Ill Sutter Street, San Franci LET'S LUNCH AT FIELD'S FAMOUS in Chicago are the Tea Rooms on the seventh floor— the Narcissus Room with its pool and fountain, which Chicago children have looked on for many years as a place of enchantment; the Crystal Room, which has an air of quiet and dignity, and a view of the lake; the Walnut Grill, with its rich paneling and furnishings and its noted Tiffany dome; the Colonial Room where quick service is a feature. Two new rooms are being added to these this summer — the Salad and Sandwich Room and an old English room. The latter takes the place of the old Mission Grill, and is a handsome addition to the seventh floor. Its style of architecture is Elizabethan, the walls are half-timbered, the windows mullioned, and there are booths around the court. But of far more importance than its scheme of decoration is its special menu. This features fish and fowl dishes and game in season, making the room unique in Chicago and a resort for gourmets. The Salad and Sandwich Room will appeal to busy men and women who prefer a snack to a hearty meal. It adjoins the Colonial Room and devotes itself to appetizing quick lunches composed of, as the name suggests, salads, sandwiches and desserts. Dispersed over the seventh floor are private dining rooms which are popular for parties. The Wedgwood Room is a favorite for banquets or club meetings or even private concerts, and it is secluded enough to be very private. Not so large but equally pleasant is the Narcissus Banquet Room, which overlooks the lake. Its white walls, red carpeting, and wide windows give it a$i air of cheerful dignity. There are numerous smaller rooms, too, to accommodate smaller parties. Entertainment is provided in the form of fashion shows which are held at frequent intervals in the Walnut Grill, and sometimes in the Narcissus Room, so that you may absorb the latest trends in clothes along with the best of nourishment. Adjacent to the Colonial Room is the Colonial Cake Counter, another attraction of the floor. Here the dainties from Field's own bakers and pastry makers, the gift and bon voyage baskets and the candies which are its specialties, are invitingly displayed. For many years, Chicago children have looked on "lunch at Field's" as a particular treat, and parents have recognized it as one of the safest pleasures they can have, for special menus, prepared for immature digestions, are a feature of all the dining rooms. Small wonder these rooms are well-patronized — patronized to the extent of several thousand a day, and on special occasions as many as twelve thousand. Visitors to A Century of Progress are invited, when they come to Field's, to arrive in time for lunch or for tea and music in the Narcissus Grill, as thousands did last year. The seventh floor s new room specializing in fish, fowl and game MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY July, 1934 3 Contents for JULY Page THE GOVERNMENT BUILDING AT THE FAIR, by Burnham C. Curtis from a photograph by A. George Miller 1 A GUIDE TO CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 EDITORIAL COMMENT 11 CHICAGOANA, by Donald Campbell Plant 13 THE LATE JAMES KEELEY, a portrait 16 "J. K.," by Terry Ramsaye 17 EXTRA INNING GAME, by William C. Boyden 21 WHAT PRICE TRAVEL? by Carl J. Ross 23 EBBA SUNDSTROM, a portrait 26 SYMPHONY ON THE HALF SHELL, by Karleton Hackett 27 THE SPORTS DIAL 28 SPORTS AND SPORTSFOLK, by Kenneth D. Fry 29 THE CASUAL CAMERA, by A. George Miller 30 THE FAIR, by Milton S. Mayer and A. George Miller. 31 THE BARD GOES TABLOID, by William C. Boyden 39 CONTEMPORARY CLOTHES, by The Chicagoenne 40 TO READ OR NOT, by Marjorie Kaye 44 BEAUTY AND THE BEACH, by Lillian M. Cook 46 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Patrick McHugh 61 SANDOR CONTINUES HIS SERIES OF MODERN ESCUTCHEONS FOR PROMINENT CHICAGOANS WITH THIS TRIBUTE TO JANE ADDAMS ? 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. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson-Reilly, Bendix Building, Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Fran cisco. U. S. subscription, $2.00 annually; Canada and Foreign, $3.00; single copy 2?c. Vol. XIV. No. 11, July, 1934. Copyright, 1934. Entered as second class matter August 19, 1931, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. ? You'll find these four elements of the Dag gett & Ramsdell make up formula in the Cosmetic Section Perfect Protective Cream in Naturelle, Rachel and Brunette tones .... 75c PerfectRouge... cream or cake form. Light, >Jedium and Rasp berry shades . . $1 Perfect Face Powder of a delicate yet cling ing texture. Five beau tiful skin-tones . $1 Perfect Lipstick with a soothing cold cream b»se that's grand for Summer . . . $1 First Floor, North, State /Lino in Evanston, Oak Park may be unkind to your ski Cool, east wind out of Lake Michigan . . . hot wind off the western prairies . . . whichever way Fair winds blow they are hard on the complexion as all Windy City women know. But there's solace in the fact that Daggett & Ramsdell make it so easy and pleasant to protect your skin. Their simple make-up formula starts with a smooth base of Perfect Protective Cream to keep your skin satiny and supple . . . and ends with a fluff of Perfect Face Powder dainty as the golden dust that powders a butterfly's wing. MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY July, 1934 Drink Old OauKeslja ALE Served Wherever Good Ale is Appreciated Fox Head Ale and Beer are sold by all the better dealers — served at all the better hotels, restau rants and taverns — and distrib uted by FOX HEAD BEVERAGE DISTRIBUTORS, INC. 414 N. Jefferson St. Chicago Phone: Monroe 7400 TRY A CASE OR A BOTTLE TODAY STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., Matinees Wednesday and Saturday unless otherwise indicated.) Drama BIG HEARTED HERBERT— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Taylor Holmes in a gorgeous burlesque about a self-made man whose none too happy family revolt against the Nature's Nobleman idea. I LOVED YOU WEDNESDAY— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Sprightly comedy with Edna Hibbard heading the cast and wearing clothes. SHAKESPEARIAN REPERTOIRE— Globe Theatre, Merrie England, Fair grounds. Forty minute tabloid versions with four changes daily, pre sented by very able people. CINEMA LITTLE MISS MARKER— Shirley Temple, the late Dorothy Dell, Adolphe Menjou and a distinguished company in the soundest entertainment of the month. (Don't miss it.) LITTLE MAN WHAT NOW?— Douglass Montgomery strides stolidly through the picturization of a stolid book unbettered by filming. (Let it go.) MERRY WIVES OF RENO— Guy Kibbee finally gets a break and makes a bang-up comedy out of the divorce racket. (Yes.) NOW I'LL TELL — Spencer Tracy, Helen Twelvetrees and a lot of char acter actors in one of those expose things that doesn't jell. (No.) COCKEYED CAVALIERS— The Woolsey-Wheeler duo steps back a couple of centuries and are two hundred years funnier than usual. (If you care for them.) REGISTERED NURSE— Bebe Daniels in the steenth and— please— last of the hospital dramas. (Go to the Fair.) THE PARTY'S OVER — Stuart Erwin and assorted players in a domestic comedy that clicks like a new Buick. (Catch it.) SADIE McKEE — Edward Arnold steals this gaudy bauble from Joan Craw ford and deserves better. (Skip it.) THE THIN MAN — William Powell and Myrna Loy make a whale of a pic ture out of the decade's best murder mystery. (By all means.) HOLLYWOOD PARTY— Jimmy Durante, Jack Pearl and almost everybody who's anybody, but none of them know why. (No dice.) I'LL TELL THE WORLD — Lee Tracy's comeback picture and as funny as his blackout wasn't. (Go.) HE WAS HER MAN — James Cagney and Joan Blondell get quite a lot out of a distinctly different gangster story. (Well, yes.) SUCH WOMEN ARE DANGEROUS— Warner Baxter in another wrong casting, or is Warner Baxter wrong? (Think nothing of it.) MURDER AT THE VANITIES— The best musical of this, if not any, month. (Get a load of it.) THE TRUMPET BLOWS— George Raft, as a sizzling toreador, is still a likable hoofer. (You'll go anyway.) UPPER WORLD— Warren William in search of a story. (Forget and forgive.) STINGAREE — Richard Dix and Irene Dunn in a little old-fashioned and charming banditry. (Look it up.) ONCE TO EVERY WOMAN— Just another hospital opera. (Ugh.) FOREIGN CINEMA INTERNATIONAL HOUSE— 1414 E. 59th. Fairfax 8200. July 2, EMIL UND DIE DETEKTIVE, imaginative story of high adventure with children in leading roles; knowledge of German not necessary because of pan tomime. SOUND WAVES AND THEIR SOURCES, by Dr. Harvey B. Lemon and Dr. Hermann I. Schlesinger. July 3, LE QUATORZE JUILLET, satirical comedy, and THE BRASS CHOIR. July 9, 10, GHOST TRAIN, mystery story, and STRING CHOIR. July 16, 17, MARIONETTES, first really funny Soviet sound film; also PLANT GROWTH, remarkable photography, and BUTTERFLIES, life history of several. July 23, POIL DE CAROTTE, with English subtitles, and WOODWIND CHOIR. July 24, MORGENROT, picture of submarine warfare to end submarine warfare, and THE PERCUSSION GROUP. July 30, 31, PRINCE OF WALES, group of pictures from his life and actual travels; also FLOWERS AT WORK. WAX WORKS CARIOCA — Brunswick. From "Flying Down to Rio," and on the reverse: "The Boulevard of Broken Dreams." Connie Boswell sings both with that Boswell Something. I'VE HAD MY MOMENTS— Brunswick. And "The Beat o' My Heart." The fine Leo Reisman orchestra plays both numbers and George Beuler, new Reisman vocalist, does the refrains. HOW DO I KNOW IT'S SUNDAY?— Brunswick. And "Riptide," played by Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians. THREE LITTLE WORDS— Brunswick. With "My Gal Sal", on the other side. Both nicely done by Claude Hopkins and his orchestra. July is a cool month at ? ? . THE nARRAGAnSETT on the edge of Lake Michigan. 22 stories of modern 4, 5 and 6 room apartments cleverly arranged so that each room has an unusual amount of sunshine and lake air. 1640 E. 50th St. in the fashionable Chicago Beach dis trict, truly a town house with a subur ban setting. Nine minutes to business by the Illinois Cen tral—twelve minutes to the loop by motor. There is an agent at the building every day including Sun day, who will be glad to show you a typical Narragansett Apart ment and quote you a definite price. FRED H. BASCHEI1 mAnACEmErrr. 6 The Chicagoan ALEX D. SHAW & CO., INC. 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DAGGER RUM, distilled from the choicest cane sugar products of the Indies, mellowed for years in ancient kegs, awaits you at fine liquor stores, hotels, restaurants, clubs. Write for our recipe book. Address Dept. C-B. EDMUND MELHADO & CO., Inc. Sole Agents U. S. A. 2 W. 45 St., N. Y. C. DAGGER JAMAICA RUM J. WRAY & NEPHEW, Ltd. Kingston, Jamaica Est. 1825 BABY, TAKE A BOW — Brunswick. Jay Whidden and his orchestra play this good number from "Stand Up and Cheer," and on the back side they do "This Is Our Last Night Together" from the same film. EASY COME, EASY SO— Victor. Eddy Duchin, now of our Town, and his fine orchestra play this number and "When a Woman Loves a Man." CHRISTMAS NIGHT IN HARLEM— Victor. Reverse, "Carry Me Back to Green Pastures," both by Paul Whiteman and his orchestra. THE MERRYMAKERS IN HAWAII— Brunswick. Reverse, "The Merrymak ers in Spain." A twelve incher of male voices with an orchestra assisted by Brunswick artists. HEEBIE JEEBIE— Brunswick. And "I'm Left with the Blues in My Heart." Chick Webb and his hot-hot orchestra play both numbers. HERE GOES— Victor. Reverse, "Breakfast Ball," both from "Cotton Club Parade" and played by Jimmie Lunceford and his orchestra. YOU'VE SEEN HARLEM AT ITS BEST— Brunswick. And "Come Up and See Me Sometime" from "Take a Chance." Ethel Waters sings these two as only La Waters can sing. Absolutely essential to the library. Hit of the month as far as we're concerned. '¦ LIMEHOUSE BLUES— Brunswick. And "Dallas Blues." Two perfectly swell old favorites done in the best blues manner by Glen Gray and his Casa Loma orchestra. TABLES Dusk Till Dawn JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Eddy Duchin and his orchestra, fresh from Central Park Casino, play; Robert Royce is back heading the entertainment. There's a new bar. EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. Handsomely decorated and lighted dinner-supper room with a refined revue headed by Stone and Vernon and the Abbott International Dancers. Ted Weems and his orchestra play. FRENCH CASINO— Clark and Lawrence. Longbeach 2210. Imported "Folies Bergeres" company, direct from Paris; Carl Hoff and his orchestra and Noble Sissle and his band. CHEZ PAREE— Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. Mike Fritzel has just introduced his latest revue with Veloz and Yolanda heading an elaborate floorshow. Henry Busse and his orchestra are in the bandshell. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The goodole Byfield Basement with Buddy Rogers and his band playing nightly. There is some superior entertainment. SILVER FOREST— The Drake. Superior 2200. Earl Burtnett and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Pierre Nuyttens presents delightful entertainment. BEACH WALK— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. World-famed open-air dancing and refreshment rendezvous on the water's edge of Lake Michigan. A floor show and Harry Sosnik's orchestra. HARRY'S NEW YORK BAR— 400 N. Wabash. Delaware 3527. Joe Buckley and orchestra play for tea dansants; Don Penfield and his orchestra play evenings. 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. THE SKY ROOM— Stevens Hotel, Wabash 4400. Far above the street where it's cool. Keith Beecher and his orchestra play and Myrio and Desha head the entertainment. AFTER THE SHOW CLUB— 2052 N. Halsted. Diversey 9669. Wander ing entertainers and Eddy Hanson's orchestra evenings, Earl Smith's for tea dancing. SKY TAVERN— St. Clair Hotel. Superior 4660. Cool and a grand view, with Franz Ploner and his music for dancing. BOULEVARD ROOM— The Stevens. Wabash 4400. Charlie Agnew and his orchestra. George and June Ball and Irma Sofer, dance trio, head the entertainment. ORIENTAL GARDENS— 23 W. Randolph. State 4596. Herm Crome and his music makers are in the bandshell and there is the usually fine entertainment. CANADIAN CLUB CAFE— 16th St. Bridge. Victory 6660. Frankie Mas ters and his orchestra play and Dorothy Denese heads the floor show with her Panther Dance. Morning — Noon — Night Superior 2200. Several Several dining These many THE DRAKE— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. dining rooms and always impeccable service. MORRISON HOTEL— 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. AUDITORIUM HOTEL— 430 S. Michigan. Harrison 5000. years a famous spot for excellent cuisine and service. THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. And a new Cocktail Lounge. PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. The splen did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. 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 supe rior 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 famous Merry-Go-Round Bar and the new Eastman Casino. HOTEL WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Famous throughout the years as a delightful place to dine. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 block— Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Pleasant dining in the Marine Dining Room. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E.Ohio. Superior 4660. Well appointed dining room and a decorative continental Assorted Appetizer Bar. (Continued on page 65) Convenience is an important factor in milady's shopping, and surely no building in Chicago's busy downtown district is more conveniently located than the Marshall Field & Company Annex Building. With great department stores on every hand, available to all forms of transportation, you will find a little group of shops catering to the dis criminating . . . beauty shops, custom-made shoes, hats, dress shops and the like. A step from your motor, from the elevated, bus or streetcar, you enter the spacious lobby of this modern building, and are transported in a trice to the ninth, tenth and twelfth floors. Here, with the rush and turmoil of State Street and Wabash Avenue shut out, you will be served under ideal conditions. Fastidious persons are rely ing more and more on Marshall Field Annex shops. And bear in mind that in spite of the exceptional sur roundings, prices are extremely reasonable. It will richly repay you to investigate the offerings and service of these delightful petite salons. Visit these Interesting Shops LA RUE SHOP Smart Dresses Suite 700 M. W. DRESS SHOP Attractive Dresses Suite 900 C. AGNES CUNNINGHAM Smart Hats Suite 90 G FRANK BROS. Custom Shoes Suite 1044 ANN COOPER Millinery Designer Suite 930 THE BLUE THIMBLE Custom Dresses, Alterations Remodeling Suite 1021 MARIE I. GROGAN Antiques Suite 1000 K. I. LAUGHLIN Millinery Importer Suite 1001 MARGARET MORGAN American Designed Gowns Suite 1007 SALUBRA WALL COVERING Imported Washable Papers Suite 915 Q. & S. MILLINERY Smart Chapeaux Suite 939 GERTRUDE-ROSELLE Lingerie Suite 941 HELENA KNUPFER Gowns Suite 918 MARIE SCHER Custom Millinery Suite 910 LOTTIE E. COHOON Individual Frocks Suite 919 This Contour haircut by Rederer Individualized PERMANENT WAVES Scientific facials by experts \ec erer Marshall Field Annex Bids. 25 E. Washington Room 025 Rand. 0438 Wm. m. frazi n CUSTOM NECKWEAR MAKERS We take pride in featuring our new line of crepes and foulards. Designed and patterned ex clusive!/ for men of distinction. MARSHALL FIELD ANNEX Exceptional Pharmacies The efficient dispensing of drugs requires great professional skill and singleness of purpose. We serve the greatest concen tration of physicians in the United States. Visit one of our stores and note the difference in atmos phere, where every activity is devoted to strictly professional pharmacy. WRIGHT AND LAWRENCE Four Prescription Drug Stores 24 No. Wabash Ave. S3 E. Washington Marshall Field Annex — 13th Floor 58 E. Washington St. Garland Bldg. 20th Floor Pittsfleld Bldg. Main Floor Service Unit Pittsfleld Bldg. 14th Floor Individualized Service beading spangling, pleating, hemstitch ing, monograming, embroidering, but ton and buckle cov ering. Beads and embroi dery materials. THE ANNEX PLEATING & BUTTON SHOP SUITE 1035 M F. ANNEX I CENTRAL 03S8 SOUR BALDNESS THIN, LIFELESS HAIR DANDRUFF Their elimination is assured through the advances of science as embodied exclu sively in the incomparable specific LOCKEFER TREATMENT, the most advanced treat ment known to science and renowned for its unfailing success in the treatment of accepted cases. Consultation without charge Hours: 10 A. M. to 8 P. M. F. V. LOCKEFER HAIR AND SCALP SPECIALIST Suite 701— MARSHALL FIELD ANNEX 25 East Washington St. Telephone Ran. 8684 MAWHALL fltLD AND COMPANY ANNfX -BUILDING July, 1934 veuiu f 7/ K I ilk iP^rau aieta CWU Wli BY MARTHA WEATHERED 10 The Chicagoan EDITORIAL THE FAIR We venture to take issue with Mr. Milton S. IX Mayer's sombre summary of the situation on the lakefront. His forebodings, commencing on page 31, strum a distinctly doloroso accompaniment to Mr. A. George Miller's decidedly allegro photo graphs. Ear cocked and eye peeled for the worst, perfect reporter that he is, Mr. Mayer has detected portents that distress him. He is cynical about the gate receipts. He asks, as he has asked steadily during the three years of his exposure to the Fair, for a single tremendous, gigantic — aye, colossal — attraction, an attraction thrilling enough to panic the populace into the grounds. He's pretty glum about (1) the prospects of getting it and (2) the prospects of getting along without it. Mr. Mayer is our Worlds Fair expert and we're sticking to his story (as far as it goes, which is to say June 2 1 , the day on which it was written) . We have a great deal of respect for his reportorial ability and an earnest faith in his critical judgment of matters pertaining to this subject. But his story has not made us downcast about the future of the Fair or its concessionaires. We concur in his opinion that the drought has kept a lot of would-be Fairgoers at home, but we submit the adjournment of Congress as a substantial entry for the other side of the ledger. And drought and Congress aside — easy as that — we hold that the Fair is too good a show, on points, to flop. In our opinion it is tremendous enough, gigantic enough, even colossal enough — incidentally, enough of any of these to obscure any practicable single thrill attraction — to render a satisfactory account of itself in black ink come November. Mr. Mayer's deductions are logical. Show business is not. The World's Fair is the greatest show on earth. CHICAGO We quote Mr. G. R. Schaeffer, chairman of the publicity committee of the Keep-Chicago- Ahead Civic Committee: "Today Chicago is the outstanding entertain ment center of the world, by virtue of the city's natural advantages and the bigger and better offerings at the World's Fair. No other city can approach its attractiveness this summer. Now is the time for the city to put its best foot forward and take leadership in the future's prosperity." The good works of the Keep-Chicago- Ahead Civic Committee, the first organisation of its kind that has functioned practically for Chicago in recent history, are better known by their results than by name. It will be our pleasure to present in the August number an extremely competent and complete review of its activities by Mr. R. M. McFarland. The record of the organisation is gratifyingly at variance with the stodgy pattern of in numerable previous efforts in kind. No dull bandying of fanciful ideas across overladen luncheon tables, no futile voting of stupid resolutions amid the numbing fumes of Corona Coronas, none of the meandering, meaning less gestures which have become staple American symbols of civic thought in full bloom have been permitted to intrude between the conception of a sound idea and the consummation of its execution. A round measure of grateful approval, tinctured with wholesome co-operation, is in order. ETCETERA If you tuned in, as we did, the account of the Baer-Carnera fight broadcast by Graham McNa- mee — we'll stick to our horse — you got the idea that the thing called box ing had retrograded happily to the Neanderthal status mourned by sports men since the passing of John L. Sullivan. If you read the newspapers on the morning after, as we did, you gleaned from the writing men that Mr. McNamee hadn't told the half, if indeed any part, of what had occurred. But if you saw the motion pictures, as we had to because there they were in the middle of a program we wanted to see, you found out that the beefy gents involved are just a pair of overbuilt palookas who knew even less about what was happening than the reporters did and that the whole affair constitutes an eminently valid reason for awarding the heavyweight title to Arthur Brisbane's pet gorilla and permitting civil ization to dawn. We are pleased to cast the first vote to that end. . . . We'll cast a vote, too, for the alderman who takes the floor to remind the city fathers of various ordinances now standing on the statute books which pertain to the lately ubiquitous bicycle. A good time to do something about this would be before the death rate begins to parallel World's Fair attendance . . . And we're voting, naively enough, for a season of news and a holiday on partisan prejudice in the columns of the daily press. We believe that the publishers of the various newspapers have made their political identities perfectly plain to everyone, if anyone, who is interested. We think it would be nice to devote a few editions to the news. CI4ICAGOAN THE forthcoming, or August, num ber will contain an article by Mr. Jack McDonald, our favorite horseman, on the spectacle that is Arlington or any other race track as the sun rises, a scene as engaging as it is unpub- licized. That issue will witness, also, the inauguration of a new and engag ing department wherein the always interesting correspondence with read ers which this magazine, in common with no other, has somewhat ar chaically regarded heretofore as its own business. Why should we be selfish? And if you're still in town, or if you're back, your vacation will be enhanced by a reading of 1 Couldn't Get Away, an article on that extremely timely subject by Mr. Alfred Wallace. We think it will be a pretty good number. WE DO OUR NUT l ^r-% THE YOU NEVER SEE These gates are about to close on a new Packard that the world will never see. For these are the gates of the Packard Proving Grounds. And the car that is passing through them is going to be deliberately destroyed. Packard engineers will take this car and give it every punishment they can devise. With scientific thoroughness, they will torture it — strain every part, break it if they can. And they will do so with just one thought in mind— to learn how Packard guality can be still further advanced. For each new series of Packards must not only do better what other fine cars do well — it must also surpass previous Packard records. Today's Packard must be able to stand thousands of miles of wide-open speed. Here at the Proving Grounds the world's fastest concrete speedway shows that it will. Today's Packard must provide arm-chair comfort under all conditions. Here mile after mile of the cruelest roads ever contrived say it will. Power plant and chassis must be the strong est that can be built. Packard's man-made "desert" of trackless sand proves they are. The motor— the guietest Packard ever designed— must remain guiet throughout its life. 50,000 miles of 24-hour-a-day driving show that it will. You will never subject the Packard you buy to such merciless usage. But Packard insists that each of its cars must have a reserve of stamina, must be capable of heights of performance, far beyond any ordinary needs. And so, upon these Proving Grounds, Packard does its own doubting — that there may be no doubt about the Packard you buy. Do these statements challenge belief? Good. For you can prove them easily, and get the motor ing thrill of your life in doing so. Visit your Packard showroom. Visit it whether you are in the market for a new car or not. You'll get as warm a welcome as if you came to buy immediately. But by all means see today's Packards — ride in them— drive them. Then try to be satisfied with any other car! PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO CONSULT THE PACKARD LISTING IN YOUR TELEPHONE DIRECTORY FOR THE ADDRESS OF THE NEAREST BRANCH OR DEALER 12 The Chicagoan Chicagoana About the Town and the Fairgrounds and Back to the Town Collected by Donald Campbell Plant YOU probably thought we were go ing to start right in and chant about A Century of Progress, but the Ar lington Park Jockey Club meeting comes up this month, too, you see, which means that the best race horses in the country will be running for Chicagoans and their Fair visi tors. The prestige and popularity of the Arlington course has been increasing with the same rapidity of growth as the vines, shrubs, greensward and young fruit trees that make this track on the prairies one of the delightful spots of the local terrain. This year's trophy for Arlington's famous Classic, one of the richest purses that a horse can win for its owner in less than three minutes of running around a track, is a wonderful piece of British craftsmanship signed in the year A.D. 1809 by the mak ers, Benjamin and John Smith. It's a George III antique silver-gilt cup and cover, of very substantial weight, boasting a band of fine chasing and the famous acanthus leaf deco ration around the body. On the front is a racing scene with two jockeys up. Compet ing for this gem, on July 14, will be among others, representatives of stables famed among society leaders from coast (the At lantic) to coast (the Pacific). When it is remembered that the purse of this contest is "$35\000 added" (it can gross at least twice that much to the winner), mere by standers click tongues in cheeks at the knowledge that Mrs. Isabel Dodge Sloane is sending her Cavalcade — 1934's wonder horse — out to bring home the work of Benny and John Smith. Cavalcade, that has been running like a whirlwind all season, first began to show his glistening heels to the pack out on that very same Arlington course under the flashing silks with white and royal blue cross sashes that are the colors of Mrs. Sloane's Brookmeade Stables. Joseph E. Widener, the deus ex rruxchina for Belmont Park, flashes his scarlet and white stripes and scarlet cap aboard Peace Chance, as he tosses down the gauntlet to the great Cavalcade. One of the most exciting contests on the Arlington oval will be the Futurity, which with its minimum gross value of $60,000 is the second richest race of the year in America. Being run for "sport only" and not for profit, purses for races amounting to colossal salaries for mere working men and women are only second thoughts at Arlington. The Futurity, which is a race for two year olds and for which the entries closed in September, 1933, is for a distance of six furlongs, only. How would you like to own the horse that will win it? Among the owners who will be represented in the Futurity are B. B. Jones, nom du course, Audley Farm; William E. Woodward, Belair Stud; G. H. Bostwick; Col. E. R. Bradley; Mrs. Isabel Dodge Sloane; Warren Wright; Norman Church; W. R. Coe; C. B. Shaffer; Brownell Combs; John J. Coughlin, the Hon. "Bath-house John," alderman of Chicago's First Ward; Val Crane; Charles T. Fisher and Rear Admiral Cary T. Grayson, running under the nom du course of Dixiana stables; Capt. Marshall Field III; Mrs. John D. Herts; Morton L. Schwartz of New York City; Samuel Riddle, Glen Riddle Farms; Mrs Payne Whitney, Greentree Stable; {Cath erine Elkins Hitt; Hal Price Headley; Mrs. H. C. Phipps and Ogden Mills; Ogden Phipps; C. C. Van Meter; J. C. Milam; Sylvester W. Labrot; Willis Sharpe Kil mer; Shandon Farm; Arnold Hanger; Silas B. Mason; Mrs. John Hay Whitney; Cor nelius V. Whitney, George D. Widener, and William DuPont, Jr., Foxcatcher Farms. Arlington Park has an area of one thou sand acres of prairie farm land; was the first track in this section to install the totali- 2or for the parimutuel system; was the first track to incur the government tax on amuse ments and is the first to be caught in the "no free gate" ruling of the new Illinois Racing Commission. "The Trib says we put 'em in the ailes last night. I wonder what that means!" It is a thirty-five minute ride by the Chi cago & Northwestern R. R. from Chicago; a debatable trip by trolley and a go-as-fast- as-you-please one if you motor or plane. ^Aerodynamic Shoon /^VNETIME fight referee Dave Barry (of ^^ long-count fame) has a place on Madi son Street just west of Clark. A sort of lunch counter establishment, we guess it is. Or maybe cigar store. Anyway, for several days before the re cent Baer-Carnera go, in the window of Dave Barry's (Inc.) was displayed, sur rounded by many fight pictures, a pair of Primo Camera's ring shoes. The ones he wore when he whipped Jack Sharkey for the championship. While they didn't ex actly fill up the window, they did look, to us anyway, astonishingly like a couple of airflow Desotos, with wheels unmounted and with a slightly shorter wheelbase. Tribune Spelling Again ' I 4HE self-styled "world's greatest news- A paper," it seems, just won't give way in the little matter of correct spelling vs. that paper's simplified spelling — not even when it comes to the spelling of proper names. During the recent city tennis tournament at the Beverly Hills Tennis Club doubles players Eddie Shoaff and Fatty O'Connell advanced to the semi-finals. The next day the Tribune carried a sports page head: O'CONNELL, SHOAF WIN HARD MATCH IN CITY TENNIS Well now, Eddie Shoaff spells his S-h-o-a-f-f, and even though the top line of the head was tight there is no excuse for misspelling a man's name. And then there's the Tribune's misspell ing of the National Hockey League (they spell it "Hocky") and the Washington Park Jockey Club (they spell that "Jocky"). Well, the Tribune always did think it was pretty smart. Press Harbor V/17'HAT is probably the smartest enter prise of the whole Fair, we think, is Swifthaven for the Press at the west side of Swift Bridge at Twenty-third Street. Here, above one of the restaurants, is a rendezvous for local and foreign gentlemen and ladies of the press beautifully and comfortably furnished — telephones, typewriters, too. There's a deck with tables, chairs and a grand view of the Swift bandshell and stage, and of the aquatic sports. Swift and Company want local and visiting press peo ple to make Swifthaven their Fairgrounds July, 1934 13 headquarters, and, because of its club-like atmosphere, having once visited it they probably will. (The telephone is coin-box service. It didn't used to be, but recently Dick Hebb— oldtime Chicago newspaper man and longtime Swift's public relations chief — had that type installed. The irresist ible lure of telephoning free had got a couple of visiting pressmen; one called San Francisco and another called New Orleans.) The two best puppet shows on the Fair grounds are on Swift Bridge. Puppeteer Bill Baird's shows — The Mas\ed Hero or the Revenge of Kitchonia (with Sir Sun- brite coming to the rescue and overthrow ing Smudge) and Broo\sie (the Swift bo vine and her pals). 'Book Review HP HE new telephone book is out and it **¦ has twenty more pages than the last issue; the first time since the issue of the Fall of '29 that that's happened — that there has been a larger list of subscribers than in a previous issue. The book is complete from the Aaba Iron fe? Metal Co. to Mr. H. Zzess who has only his office 'phone listed so that his sleep will not be interrupted late at night by people who have, at that moment, that sort of sense of humor. You can still call Bermuda for $18.00, but probably nobody is there now. A call to Egypt is $39:00; to the Isle of Man, $34.50; to Java, $36.00; to Poland, $37.50 and to Uruguay, $34.20. It's a nice book with a sort of sand-grey cover. Trustees' Lounge /~\VER in the Hall of Science there is ^-^ probably the smartest gathering spot on the whole Fairgrounds — ¦ the Trustees Lounge, sponsored by Mr. and Mrs. Rufus C. Dawes. It's a rendezvous for socialites, and it's the preferred location for practically all of the official luncheons, teas, dinners given by the Fair people for visiting dig nitaries and guests of honor. Louis H. Skidmore designed the Lounge, Shephard Vogelgesang executed the color schemes, and Mrs. Barrett Wendell, Jr. fashioned the spot. William P. Wachsman Associates planned and built the cocktail bar, very modern with circular red morocco 'All right now, James, let the world know this is the Day of Independence!" settees and blue and white tables. The color scheme of the dining rooms is midnight blue, silver and a rich vermilion; the lounges are a pleasantly restful contrast of light blue and tobacco brown. The main entrance foyer is done in combinations of black, white and slate gray, shifting to green and slate gray in the secondary circular lobby. Delightful murals adorn many of the walls: the Urns on the dining terrace are by Mary Bartlett; the Mar\eting scene on the inside dining wall is by Mrs. Stewart Harvey. A study in Firewor\s revolves around the cocktail room, conceived by Helen Szukalska, while in the lounge proper are Columbian Exposition sketches by Fran cis Badger. In the circular lobby down stairs one views Moon, Stars and Roses by Eleanor Holden, and in the main foyer Diagramatics by Maude Phelps Hutchins — taken from her book of the same title; like wise in the foyer, placed in the entrance, are the originals from which John Storrs fashioned the larger models for the north end of the Hall of Science. T)illingeriana HpHE Gem Theatre, one of those honky- ¦*• tonk south State Street picture houses, seems to have, maybe, jumped the gun on B. & K. and other big-time cinema-stage palaces. They've booked John Dillinger's double, a Mr. Altman. Personal appear ances with a bit of chatter about his trials and troubles with the police of forty-eight or fifty states. Mr. Altman has been arrested seventeen times and finger-printed seventy-three times or vice versa. And he is quite sure that crime doesn't pay, but wishes he might have his face lifted so that he'll have a little peace for a change. Jaded Jade HpHERE'S an Imperial Jade Room over at * Field's, on the second floor. And we thought, as we wandered through, keeping our coat tail well under control, that it was rightly named. For the room displays a collection, assembled by the artwares section of Field's, of jade and other precious stones worth some $250,000. It's probably one of the most important collections ever shown in Chicago. There are several thousands of pieces comprising the collection, and, because of its unusual character and interest, it will probably be continued on exhibit all summer — for the Fair visitors. In addition to the jade which is the ma jor portion of the exhibit, there are finely, beautifully carved objects of rose quartz, rock crystal, carnelian, lapis, turquoise and amethyst shown in a setting rich with oriental color. There are plates of jade as thin as paper, jars and incense burners of white jade, bowls of dark "spinach" jade and carved figures of brilliant apple-green Im perial jade. There are intricate carved pieces, most of which took many years and some of which took a life time to complete. These are from ancient tombs, from the 14 The Chicagoak N*viv%, »lf MI*K*> i . "What if I was out last night? A man must have some diversion!" treasure houses of private palaces and es tates and, in several instances, from the Imperial Palace of the late Dowager Em press of China. Especial interest is attached to tomb jade, because of the light it throws on the promi nence of jade in ancient Chinese civiliza tion. The tomb pieces have been discovered only in the past few years, as a result of various excavations for a railroad which desecrated many old tombs. Innumerable ornamental objects were found in the tombs, among them bracelets, bangles, buckles, hair ornaments and suspension ornaments. These were all carved from nephrite. (There are, chiefly, two species of jade — jadeite, green and translucent, and nephrite, very hard white to dark-green.) The other forms found were ceremonial in nature. One of a pair of "spinach" green table screens attracted us. Circular in form, representing the moon, the scene carved on it depicts the fabulous hare-in-the-moon under what seemed to be maple trees and peonies. We were also catched by a string of one hundred eight jade beads, an un usual number, which would look swell on a redhaired gel. Although apple-green jade is, perhaps, most in demand because it is the jade of the Imperial household and is of a brilliant hue, museums and collectors are partial to pure white jade. It is very rare and when a fine piece is found there is inevitably much ado about it; it's the jade of the temples and the jade used in worship. Withal, it's a mighty collection Field's have. (gentlemen in Hats CjOMEHOW the new escalators at Field's *^ seem to suit the wellknown Chicago temper of Action. You step over to one any old time and start moving upstairs in stantly or more so. No break in motion; no standing to cool heels reflectively before evanescent elevators. Instead, a chrome-and-white Jacob's Lad der transports from one shopper's heaven to another. Upon it an ascending Gabriel for each subsiding Lucifer. As we stood watching the procession, we were seized by a foolish desire to witness gliding dowagers extend arms and undulate them winglike. We thought a few clouds might be attached near the ceiling to veil from upturned gaze each spirit as it passed to or from upper Elysian Field's. 'Byfield Basement * I 4HE new Sherman House Cellars, Loop A headquarters extraordinary for rare wines, liquors and liqueurs from all parts of the world, is decidedly worth inspection by any Chicagoan or Fair visitor who fancies himself something of a connoisseur of alco holic beverages. It's located at the LaSalle- Randolph corner of the hotel, and is under the management of that hostelry, enjoying the personal attention of Ernest Byfield himself, no mean authority on wines and liquors. Foreign governments have cooperated with the Hotel Sherman people in securing for the new liquor shop one of the most complete liquor stocks in the country. (More than four hundred varieties of bev erages are carried in stock.) From South Africa comes Constantia wine which is much like rich Port and is used as a dessert wine. Algeria has sent over a number of wines, including the famous Algerian claret and white wines. South America is repre sented by Sauternes, Burgundy and other French types. Also, many new wines which have not yet become known in Chicago are featured as well as Chinese rice whiskey, Japanese rice wine, Mexican tequila, Nor wegian mountain ash brandy (nothing like "mountain dew") and unusual vintages from Australia. Mexico also contributes its exquisite Habanero, a sort of brandy- sherry, and Greece sends its Metaxas. One of the largest wine maps of its kind ever painted has been done by David Leavitt, wellknown Chicago artist. The map, measuring twenty feet in length and five and one-half feet in height, depicts the locations of the world's great vineyards, and was painted from data supplied by Mrs. Charles S. Dewey's authoritative book on wines. It forms the decoration behind the long sales counter and is flanked by huge, decorative panels, one showing the gather ing of the grapes, the other the treading of the wine fruit. Another feature that has become exceed ingly popular (almost too popular, the man agement says) is a tasting counter where customers are invited to sample the wares of the cellar before buying. Qag TF you find on your desk when ydfe7ve re- A turned from lunch one day a notation to "Call RANdolph 9959. Very important!" and maybe somebody's name, don't pay any attention to it. It's just the latest prank of some office mate. It's a test number and you could call it for days on end without getting an answer. All you ever get is the busy signal. And if you dial the operator and ask her what about it? she'll tell you it's a test line. Just a warning. July, 1934 15 THIS PORTRAIT, LOANED FOR REPRODUCTION BY MRS. GRAHAM ALDIS, HIS DAUGHTER, SHOWS THE HERO OF MR. RAMSAYE'S SAGA OF CHICAGO JOURNALISM AT THE ZENITH OF HIS POWER AFTER HE HAD "PUNCHED, BIT, KICKED HIS WAY TO FAME AS CHICAGO'S DOMI NANT' JOURNALIST, TO DOLLAR SUCCESS, TO HONORS, TO SOCIAL STATUS, FRIENDSHIPS AMONG THE MIGHTY" "J.K." A Saga of Chicago Journalism By Terry Ramsaye On the considerable provocation of the demise of James Keeley, this saga of journalism in Chicago has been written by Terry Ramsaye as one who as, reporter and news- writer was an active participant in many of the happenings and movements which he records, first in the service of the Hearst Chicago newspapers and later with The Chicago Tribune. Mr. Ramsaye was an advertised "by 4iner" of the flamboyant journalism of Chicago twenty years ago when Mr. Keeley was at his zenith. It is also of passing interest to record, with respect to one phase of this story, that Mr. Ramsaye s newspaper career by coincidence paralleled the geography of Mr. Keeley's progress through "the river towns" to Chicago. In Leavenworth Mr. Ramsaye was an editor of The Times and wor\ed with Colonel Dan Anthony's old pistol on his des\ for a paper-weight. He is now the editor of Motion Picture Herald in l^ew Tor\. MARTIN QUIGLEY. UP out of the oblivion of foundling birth and the grim nurture of gamin life in Whitechapel James Keeley adventuring half a world away punched, bit, kicked his way to fame as Chicago's dominant journalist, to dollar success, to honors, to social status and to friendships among the mighty, saw his days of greatness pass and came at last to be laid away in the alien soil of Graceland's city rimmed burial fields, bound back to oblivion again and as homeless as the day he was born. Most of all that mattered in the life of James Keeley was his state of dynamic impingement on the life and affairs of the city of Chicago as the chieftain of The Chicago Tribune. He consisted of action and when the action ceased he became as the whirlwind which has blown itself out. With scant grace and inept words the Chicago newspapers before me tell of the passing of Mr. Keeley in his sixty-seventh year at his home in Lake Forest the morning of June 7. Even The Tribune, into which all the skill, all the fire and all the genius of James Keeley was poured for three decades, found less than a column to say for the one time master, who chris tened it with its continued boast of "The World's Greatest Newspaper." One may wonder what Mr. E. S. Beck, who became The Tribune's managing editor because he could read Keeley's mind, and what the McCormicks and Pattersons, who inherited their Tribune stock from their mothers but inherited their paper from Keeley, were thinking when his story came in from "City News." The Chicago Herald- Examiner he had hated so well gave him as much attention as his Tribune. All over the United States he was a better story than in the "World's Greatest Newspaper," a whole column better in the T^ew Tor\ Herald- Tribune, for instance. There was a time when a note on a well written story, ap proved by the initials "J.K.," was the highest award that The Tribune could present. Maybe The Tribune had its reasons. Possibly this crisp "JK" had that about him which inhibited sentiment. Even so it would seem that here was an opportunity to glorify the Chicago newspaper man and the Chicago newspaper, both of which could do with considerable of that about now. But the event of June 7 was mere biology. I was in the office of The Chicago Tribune the night that James Keeley really died, now more than twenty years ago. It was the night in 1914 that James Aloysius Durkin, office boy extraordinary, brought to newspaper fame by this great James Keeley, handed about first copies wet from the press of the newly combined Chicago Record Herald and Inter- Ocean, the merging and emerging Chicago Herald that Keeley had left The Tribune to found. The Tribune's rewrite battery, that last line of machine gunners between the facts and the printed page, sauntered up to the old Press Club in Dearborn Street for the morning bourbon and beefsteak, sitting long in a debate that ended in the verdict: "Keeley's got a damned amateur newspaper." The great "J.K." who had made The Tribune was dead then, and no longer enough of a reporter to know it. There were still those in the upper ranks of The Tribune who were fevered in wonderings when "J.K." would begin to show himself as the dangerous rival they ex pected, but they were men who had been so close to the heat of his ardor and successes as to be blinded to the evidences of type on paper. The "Overset Club" of editors and owners atop The Tribune worried yet a while, but the staff went whistling down the street. The bosses were burdened with Keeley tradition, while the workers were armed against Keeley and Keeley technique. \it&gfi <Bm WITH THE STORY REPRODUCED IN PART ABOVE JAMES KEELEY STARTED ON JULY 5, 1899, IN "THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE" THE MOVEMENT FOR A SANE FOURTH, HIS GREATEST SINGLE CONTRIBUTION TO THE REPUBLIC WEDNESDAY, JJTLY 5, 189&-TWEL MOCOFTHfFOOffi" THXJ» xhowv xxtum, l,OT* XV- JtJXED; rXMB I/C458, f 140,10ft. (tatiatiee tfcowf an Casualties Beaari- *ht 1st Cbleage »4 Other Frlaelaltl Ottos— Tar ' taauu ratal t* Oa* Ml Malas lia-ertreeraekers' Westa* . u*T— KiiiHim •( r«wl« l«r> «. loir laUtn Catch la— Ikyrssxhele Lists. KfeSULTS IK ones AND TOWNS. Deed...... „ ... J Want ...'.'".'."".'."".. 1,074 Fir* law aMM** The foregoing U a tabulated list of the dead and Injured and the losses by Ore sharking the celebration of the Fourth of July In the principal cltlea of the nation. The number of. those fatally Injured u large. The can non firecracker and the toy cannon, aa a rule through premature eipioelon. claimed the meet victims. Gun* and revolver*, through bursting; or stray bullets, show a far lee* number of casualties. la Chicago the explosion of a toy cannon caused the death of Joseph awatek. At Hebron, lad., the bursting of a gun, heavily loaded with dynamite, took the Ufe of Carl mac. while carelessness in handling fire crackers resulted In the dress of Katie Bailey, a child a year* of saw, catching fire. Death ensued from the burns received. Too greatest loss by Ore was recorded In New York' Otty, -where the flame*, started la almost every Instance by firecrackers and rocket*, consumed property valued at $100.- 000. In Chicago the Tire department waa busy, several fires breaking out In the down town district. Tha damage was. however, kept within the limit of ¦ 14,00*. a result due largely to the heavy ram which beat down upon the city during the morning. Table*' of the cause* of Injury and death follow: Boofinllnlatinry Table. City. Killed. Injured. Mew York .. 4* guo.ooo Chicago 1 03 13. two Boston........: 13» Baltimore 56 l.eoo PbUadelpala las Cleveland. 0 46 logo City. those suburbs being nearly hair an In the entire City of Chicago outside of Aos> Ha.' Several persons were arrested during the day for violations of the law, one men be-' tag taken Into 'custody after a child .had been seriously Injured by the explosion, of a hug* firecracker he had lighted, la «*a- ersL offender* against the restrictions Im posed by ths Major escaped the police of the police and were not arrested. Mast of those hurt, were children who received Injuries while playing with toy cannon or firecrackers. Chief Kipley at « o'clock said he had heard of numerous accidents, many of wham he thought were caused by persons placing flu can* -aver large firecrackers. He at that hour . ordered the polite to arrest ram-' marlly all persons seen Igniting firecracker* and placing tin pans over them. Herewith, Ik given a record of the Oay* oisualttes. go far aa reported: 17M Dead. gwCDCK, JOSEPH. IS years eU, IT* gees 1 1 street, silled by explosion of a toy esaacss. Hut Injtrred. Alter*. John. 14 years old. 0*» Addlsea asanas; hand lecerstsd by explosion of glaat nrscsacksr. lacerated "by eablodlna caanea erseksv: taken to Merer Hospital: not serious. Brewer, Harry. 14 years old. IH6 Fifty-nest place; ¦Undsd for live hours by explosion of two eeaaoe ensekses while examining them- to see It tnetr roses were still buralag, and fas* badly burned: Clnmeao, Joe. 1* year* old, «i West Okie street; fsoe burned by a cannon cracker. Crafts. tine. 20 rears old. 661S. Madison street. Austin: riant band bedlr cot by esplestsn of street. Austin: wadding from cartridge Imbed ded la right root sad fsc* burned by explosion of. toy cannon. Filter, Mamie.. » years old. 8000 Went worth ave nue; struck above left eye by e bullet while sitting on ths front steps at horns In ths even- nue and Hslsted street: taken to St. Elisabeth 'i Hospital. Goettel. bmnlel. policemen of Csaalnort Avenue July, 1934 1? TUESDAY, AVGtJVT 16, lWi-TWILYII PAGJW. PBICE TWO CENTS. ¦BANS TO DISBAND THEIR ARMY AT ONCE. K, lesehed at a Conference In Santiago to Discharge r Ike Insurgent Forces and Pay Them from tin United States Treasury. Of A SCHEME TO ATTACK THE CITY. J naiels Bsnortsd Present St Meeting of American Com- I asd Nstlvs Leader. Which Was In tended ts Be Estlrely BeersL BUNCO QUITS HIS POST. CepuUn General of Cubs Re signs to Escape the Hu miliation of Giving Cp the Island. ADDBES8 TO ADHERENTS. Most of the Commanders Under Kim Ssid ts Have Followed Bis Example. TihLA Daly War Wan; .Told Bl> kaiaUllUtlBK 4 FIGHTING IN PORTO RIOO. General Schwab's Men Bout Spaniard*, Losing One Killed tad Fifteen Wounded. BATTLE 8UNDAYM0RNING Foor Spuniiih OflWn and Twen ty FrintH K Iliad. Fifty Wounded, and Many Captured. GOVERNOR AUGUST1 FLEES ON A GERMAN WARSHIP. Captain General Escapes Capture by tb« American Foreea and Leares His Second in Command to Bear the Hunllla- tion of tha Surrender. DEWEY FIRES ON MANILA AND THE CITY FALLS. Consnl General Wildnun it Hongkong Cables the State Department the Final Assault Wis Made Last Sat urday—Spaniards Capitulate Unconditionally. UPON A THIRTY-WORD WIRE RECEIVED BY COMMERCIAL CABLE FROM A VACATION ING FINANCIAL EDITOR, JAMES KEELEY BUILT THE BIGGEST SCOOP IN CHI CAGO NEWSPAPER HISTORY ON AUGUST 16, 1898, ADMIRAL GEORGE DEWEY'S CAPTURE OF MANILA Keeley was The Tribune, which all Chicago knew, but now it was to discover, what it did not know and could scarce understand, that The Tribune was Keeley, so that when he went he left himself behind. For all his brutal insight and for all his coster cunning Keeley himself also was never to know, whereby he died the other day after a happy decade of reminis' cence as a hero counting the medals of a war fought for who and why he did not know. Had he known himself his over whelming pride would have made him seek something else to remember. A DEVIOUS dangerous path brought this James Keeley, in his teens, out of Whitechapel to the command of "The World's Greatest Newspaper." In the modest four teen lines of autobiography which he set down for Who's Who in America's last edition he recorded his date of birth as October 14, 1867, place London, "common school education.'" But his education had not begun. His schooling was to come from the hectic demi-civilized life of the great basin of the Mississippi, of the same peoples and soils that were nurturing his Chicago into a florid, ostentatious, violent metropolis. In his sixteenth year young Keeley of Whitechapel, what with his newspaper hawking, his fish peddling and his fighting, had accumulated some eight pounds sterling and a notion for America. He bought a fly speckled steamship ticket from a by-street agent, expecting that it would deliver him to some where in the region of New York. His geography was as inaccurate as the statements of the agent and when the lad had ridden to the end of his ticket he was off the train at Leaven worth, Kansas. It was not the nodding rusting old memory of a city then that it is today, drowsing on the bluffs of the Missouri. Leaven worth was clinging still to the hopes that were born when it rose up around the military post established to protect the traffic of the Santa Fe Trail to the southwest and Mexico. A motley drama of the life of the New World spread before the eyes of the aggressive youth from Whitechapel. The proper Leavenworth of stately homes along the Esplanade overlooking the river from the railway terminal and the steamboat landings northward toward the military post was known as "the mother- in-law of the army," because so many officers married there, but no one boasted the mile of gambling houses, saloons and bordellos on Delaware, Cherokee and Choctaw Streets, which were quite as accurately the common-law wife of the army. The fiery Colonel Daniel Reed Anthony of Abolitionist and border war fame conducted The Leavenworth Times, with a muzzle loading Colt's frontier model revolver on top his desk. Jesus Fernando Mella, a cook who had come up the river a few years before, was now the proprietor of the still great Hotel Planters standing high on the river bluff, the farthest west in civilized food and liquor, the last stop for a wine dinner until one reached San Francisco. There young Keeley saw his first editor in the gaunt hawkfaced old Colonel and there he thrilled at the story of the grand staircase where the Colonel's gun had sent Colonel Jennison tumbling down, and the also historic corner outside where, in the same deft manner, the editor of The Times had eliminated the competition of The Leavenworth Herald by the abrupt discontinuance of its owner- editor, Colonel Satterlee. Along the levee young Keeley sold the Times and blacked boots for swaggering sergeants bound for the excitements of Cherokee Street on pay nights. But from down the river at Wyandotte came boom stories. The politicians who had tried to lay tribute on the railroads for a bridge franchise at Leavenworth had mortally wounded their city. The bridge, which went to Kansas City, now some years in operation over the floods of the Missouri, was carrying the traffic for the building of a new metropolis to evolve out of and comprise the towns of Wyandotte, Westport and Kansas City. Keeley went down to Wyandotte, adapting the bitter practicality of Whitechapel to the rough and ready life of the river towns of this rude middle border where the West began. In Wyandotte Keeley curried horses for a bed in the livery- stable's haymow, painted crude signs for the boom-town merchants, washed dishes for his meals, peddled catfish and battled his way into a job hawking the Kansas City Journal, published in Missouri just across the river. When the Wyandotte correspondent of the Journal fell ill Keeley promoted himself to the job without consulting any of the persons concerned. With more luck than skill he achieved publication with his first efforts, although he marveled at what had been done to his copy in the Journal office. He went about his reportorial labors with much zeal and kept carbon copies of his stories to study them in comparison with the version which reached daylight in the Journal. In this strenuous process his news sense, the only real asset of his future career, was evolved. At the end of two months Keeley went over to the Missouri shore and promoted himself into a job as a staff reporter. Re porters were few and assignments and action in Kansas City plenty. He did three men's work and got three men's experi ence. He learned the meaning of "scoop" and the thrill that it brings to the newshawk. Bigger cities down the river called him, first Memphis, then Louisville. He must have passed swiftly through these towns for little remains of tradition there about him. He was five years from London and had just turned twenty-one when he jumped, dusty and travel worn, off a train at Chicago. 18 The Chicagoak JAMES KEELEY'S MASTERLY TREATMENT OF THE IRO QUOIS THEATRE FIRE ESTAB LISHED A NEW TECHNIQUE FOR THE HANDLING OF CATASTROPHE STORIES. TWO YEARS LATER IT HAD AT- TAINEDTOTHIS HIGH POINT OF PERFECTION VOLUME LXV—NO. 94 FRISCO NOW Ruifeciiy. Conflagration SweBpsflw Buildings Wrecked by Earthquake. HUNDREDS ARE KILLED. ^fyg €frmtq0 JSkittu QKbntme- THURSDAY". APRIL 19. 1006-TWEXTY-TWO PAGES PRICE TWO CENTS. — I FIRE SPREADS; CITYDOOMED? loss of Life Mi; Bi Greater When Seared Is Kide of Debris Still Ablaze. Twenty Persons Killed le Collapse ot Terminal Ho tel on Water Front, U. S. MINT BURNING. District South of Market Iron Water Front to Missloa Destroyed. Directly from the station Keeley made for the office of The Chicago Tribune and within two hours was out again, a reporter on assignment. That year a cattle rustlers' war in Wyoming gave Keeley his first spectacular opportunity. He arrived at the town of Douglas to find that a reporter for another Chicago paper was out on the story ahead of him. One telegraph wire served the region. Keeley blandished the telegraph operator and impressed him with Chicago generosity. Then, off to the cattle war, Keeley hired a team and buck- board and drove north, sending back stories and keeping the wire cut behind him that no other account might reach Chicago. He had begun a lone wolf career of reporting. Back in Chicago, where in that day telephones were few, he evolved a technique of putting them out of commission by puncturing the transmitter diaphragms with a lead pencil, thereby ren dering them useless to competing reporters. The wire cutting in Wyoming became a newspaper tradition and many a year later was the inspiration of J. Leroy Boughner, city editor of the Minneapolis Tribune, when Floyd Gibbons, covering the siege of John Deity's cabin in a lumber claim fight at Cameron Dam, Wisconsin, reported by telephone that Arthur James Pegler of the Chicago American had tied up the telegraph service out of the region by filing the New Testament. "If you can't use the wire cut it,11 Boughner barked at Gibbons. Gibbons went up a telegraph pole with a hatchet, but unlike the pattern of the Keeley tradition, the sheriff was waiting at the bottom when the reporter came down. However, the Keeley school of journalism was yet to put Mr. Gibbons on the road to fame, which is another story. Keeley was not long a reporter on the street for The Tribune. He became night city editor in 1892, the year before the Chicago Columbian Exposition opened, and in 1898 R. W. Patterson made him managing editor, exacting, so the story runs, a promise "never to suppress a story." The promise was hardly necessary. Within the year what Chicago newspapers came to call "Keeley Luck" began. Ed Harden, one time financial writer for The Tribune, was early in 1898 setting forth on a cruise around the world. "Just in case something happens" and may hap to get him port courtesies, he carried letters of commission as special correspondent of The Chicago Tribune and its then news ally The Hew Tor\ World. A thirty word commercial dispatch from the wily Harden beat out all official reports and correspondent dispatches and delivered to The Tribune's New York correspondent sitting in a four o'clock in the morning poker game in the World Building on New York's Park Row the first and exclusive news of Admiral Dewey's victory in the naval engagement in Manila Bay. There was a dog-watch on the direct leased wire from the World to The Tribune and in a moment the message was in Keeley's hands, which was three o'clock in the morning in Chicago. Keeley went to work on the telephone calling all Washington officialdom and giving the news and collecting comment, while the staff re-made the paper with maps and library material bearing on the battle and its scene. Meanwhile office boys on bicycles were sent racing. to recall The Tribune's delivery wagons with the papers enroute to the stands and subscribers. A new paper with the greatest scoop in Chicago newspaper history, from the beginning to now, went out as dawn was breaking over Lake Michigan. The essential job was Ed Harden's but Keeley knew what to do with the news when he got it. So did several other editors who did not get it. The next year Mr. Keeley, in pursuit of news and challenge to public attention, rendered what will most probably stand as his one great editorial service of the Republic — the "Sane Fourth." The evening of July 4, 1899, he was at home at the bedside of a small daughter, who was desperately ill. Outside all of Chicago boomed and roared with fireworks. The din was a torture to the little sick girl. Her father was over- wrought with despair and the fear that the fiendish noise might cost his child her life. At the tele phone he shouted orders to The Tribune news desk to collect figures on Fourth of July accidents from thirty cities and collate the total in a news presentation of this patriotic madness. That Fourth of July, so The Tribune's tables showed, had cost the United States more lives than the battle losses of the Spanish American war. The "embalmed beef" losses were also some what a Chicago story, but we will not go into that just now. The Tribune followed the story the next Fourth of July and presently other newspapers of power across the nation took up the cause. Eight years later the mortality and casualty figures were one-tenth those of 1899, and today the "Sane Fourth" is the accepted Fourth for the United States. Again Keeley, the reporter-extraordinary, found op portunity when President William McKinley lay dying of an assassin's bullet in September of 1901. For a week the President lay in the valley of the shadow. The night of the thirteenth Keeley arrived at the opinion that McKinley would not live to see the dawn. He held the presses in the middle of the night and for forty minutes sat at the telephone connected with Buffalo, waiting, waiting. "No change," the reports kept coming. Keeley knew there must be a change. At last he hung up the receiver and announced "McKinley is dead." This was again a Tribune scoop. Because of its technical appeal to newspaper men it is prob able that so long as pages are printed from metal it will be July, 1934 19 I StS-eictto* on I «i*e»f.fTiOM I otw ewtujoo itaeuy. . QSfa» (SMaxxsat Strife, IkSbmx** U§3 ; yOLPME LXXHI.— WO. 80*. C *» sxras^aHrToasA. THDRSDAY. DECEMBER 24. 1814.— TV7SNTY PAGES. * PRICE ONE CENT. MWIK-. W'JIW AUSTRIAN BRIGADE WIPED OUT TRAP SPRUNG ATTUCHOW.Off CRACOW ROAD CIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING JAMES KEELEY'S LAUNCHING OF HIS GOOD FELLOW DRIVE, WHICH HAS BEEN CARRIED ON BY "THE TRIBUNE" AND WHICH MR. RAMSAYE AD MINISTERED FOR A TIME, ARE COLORFULLY DESCRIBED IN HIS ARTICLE remembered that when the Iroquois theatre burned, killing some hundreds of its audience, Keeley covered The Tribune's first page with the names of the victims and carried the story of what happened inside. He knew that Chicago knew what had happened, and where, but that when The Tribune came around the big question was "it happened to whom?". It was a night to be remembered well across the newspaper world. Two years later the evening the news of the San Francisco earthquake was flashed over the continental wires, I was taking assignment from Charles I. Blood, night city editor of The Kansas City Times, and Henry Schott, managing editor, rolled in from dinner at the University Club to make his standard inquiry: "What's news, Charlie?". Mr. Blood, true to ritual form for this routine and occasion, shifted his chew, drew a fine bead on the cuspidor for his sector on the editorial dais and fired, a bullseye. "Oh, not a hell of a lot, Henry — but they've had an earthquake that's wiped out Frisco." "Suppose Jim Keeley '11 have another page of names in the morning," observed Schott. "Let's get on the Chicago wire and see what he's doing." So, as you may observe, Keeley-and-the-news was at times as much a newspaper concern as the news itself. I he great Keeley-the-reporter classic is the oft told Stensland story, oft told and only half told. But be assured it will stay half told here, too, but not so piano as to the essential fact. In early August, 1906, the Milwaukee Avenue State Bank, Paul O. Stensland, president, failed. The $2,000,000 life savings of the immigrant northwest side went with the failure. There were vociferations to the skies from vociferous people, Chicagoans born in lands where crying out loud was the only relief. On August ninth The Tribune hit with an exclusive story from the cashier, who told all, or all that he could. The Tribune steadily beat the police and all the authorities to the facts, but the major question — where is the president? — remained unanswered. Keeley could have answered. He could have answered and told the properly constituted authorities and invoked the normal processes of law. That would not have been showmanship. Or he could have kept his tips inboard and sent a reporter, as any reasonable managing editor might have done. Instead Mr. Keeley slipped out of Chicago, accompanied by Harry Olson, assistant state's attorney assigned to his service. At the end of a long trail they overtook Stensland, calling for his mail under an assumed name at Tangier in far Morocco, in Africa, a region then beyond extradition. With his glib persuasiveness and his bully bluff learned in Whitechapel Keeley talked Stensland into surrender and return to Chicago. Stensland could have smacked Keeley down and walked away. Stensland came back to Chicago and duly went down to Joliet while Keeley was the hero. The published stories never told and nothing but Keeley's expense account can cover the arrangements by which the secrets of the lady-who-knew reached The Tribune. In Whitechapel the costers wear coats of glory crusted with pearl buttons. The Stensland case was a large button on the Keeley jacket. Of course in his heart Keeley knew this. He sent money to Stensland in Joliet, and after his parole tried to help him rehabilitate himself. Stensland died in 1918. It is my guess that if Richard Harding Davis had never written a certain story about extradition and Morocco Mr. Keeley would have never gone there. You remember it, and the sad refrain — "Can't I come home sometime?" It was story book stuff that sent Keeley to Africa and brought Stensland back. A. LESS spectacular but equally illumi nating episode was the story of the failure of the Walsh banks, the Chicago National and Home Savings. Nearing press time the president of one of Chicago's larger banks entered Keeley's office, inviting him to "a conference" across the way at the First National Bank. Keeley knew that James B. Forgan was not at his office after midnight for any trifling matter. He went. In the banker's office was a gathering of Chicago's big business men. There were evidences of a hard session. Sand wich lunches and coffee pots stood around. The atmosphere was as hectic as an all night jury room. The story was un folded to Keeley and he started to go. He found the doors barred to all egress. The bankers had called him in for pub licity advice, and mayhap for the purpose of being very sure that The Tribune would not be erupting with the banking disaster in the morning. Keeley made no protest. He grinned and went heatedly into the councils. He got enthusiastic and stripped off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, opened his collar. The opportune moment arrived and, unnoticed, he seized two empty coffee pots and dashed to the door, waving the guard aside. "These guys want more coffee." The guard passed the shirt sleeved and disheveled Keeley, mistaking him for a jani tor. A few moments later Keeley was in The Tribune office pouring out the story for a "re-plate," a Loop extra. Perhaps it was just as well. The story had to come out sometime. But a calmer editor would (Continued on page 54) 20 The Chicagoan "Here the hapless husband who zvould never dare talk back to his wife can regain his manhood in vocif erous e xc ori ation of a shortstop." Extra Inning Game A Story of Wrigley Field and a Point North By William C. Boyden WRIGLEY FIELD is a cauldron. In it bubbles joyously or boils hotly as sorted emotions normally too pent- up even to simmer. Here the hapless hus band who would never dare talk back to his wife can regain his manhood in vocifer ous excoriation of a shortstop who "cuffs" a grounder; the paunchy clerk, living in mortal terror of the 'boss, can with reckless bravado hurl "fighting words" at younger and stronger men to whom he would not dare say "boo" on a dark night in an alley; the timid soul, afraid of his conversational limitations, can chat volubly and confidently with his neighbor about Cuyler's batting average or Stainback's speed. Here on seventy-five afternoons a year Philip Wrig ley takes in more dollars than he could gar ner from a carload of Spearmint. Here Kenesaw Mountain Landis broods over the railing of his front seat left of the screen like a skinny simulacrum of Rodin's Thin\er; Charley Schwab sits daily over the Cubs' dugout looking like an advertisement out of Esquire; Lottie and Jack Garrity chat with the players from their box near the visiting team; Mayor Kelly, Jake Arvey, Mike Robin let the City get along as best it can in their absence; Kid Sherman sits next to Howard Gillette; "Batt'ries for to day. For Chicago, Bush and Hartnett. For New York, Hubbell and Mancuso." The Cubs and Giants are neck and neck. This tense fact means but little to Blaine Wentworth, because Blaine never has been much of a fan. But when Rosemary Og den, whose engagement to Jim O'Brien had been broken, confessed that she had never seen any baseball except a Yale-Princeton game and expressed a yen to see the Cubs, what could he do? Nothing but what he is doing. Their seats are not very good on that hot Saturday, way out by right field. They are the best the genial George Roch- fort could find in his box-office. Front row, though. "What fun, Blaine. Look at the men raking up the field. When do they begin?" "Any minute now. Here come the umpires." "You mean those fat men with the funny caps?" Blaine looks about apprehensively, lest grand-stand cognoscenti are overhearing these naivetes. "Look, Rose, they're starting." First Inning. Guy Bush is in the box, every pitch an heroic drama. Joe Moore ta\es a ball, fouls one, then lifts to Cuyler. Critz doubles to deep right. "Is that a home run, Blaine?" "No, dear, he's only on second." "Oh, I see." Terry singles to center, Stainbac\ ta\ing the ball on the bounce. Critz scores on the hit. Mel Ott flies to Cuyler. Vergez whiffs. "What are they doing now?" "The side's out. The Cubs bat now." "Are the Cubs ahead?" Blaine waxes technical. Two hard-bitten men with big gloves stroll out to where Rose mary and Blaine are sitting, followed by three strapping lads with smaller gloves. They all plunk down on the grass just below the boxes. All but one chew reflectively on large cuds of tobacco. "Who's that handsome boy with a 17 on his back?" Rosemary whispers. Blaine consults his program. "Oh, that's Barrett. A rookie, I guess. Never heard of him." Rosemary might have found out what a rookie is, but for the fact that at that moment: English's grounder is ta\en by Critz for an easy out to Terry. Rosemary leans over the rail. A head is turned below, and out of a bronzed face two brown eyes laugh into hers. She draws back. Billy Herman loo\s at three balls, and then three stri\es. The great Klein hits hard, but Xh/at\ins ta\es the ball near the fence. July, 1934 21 "Wrigley Field is a caiddron." "What kind of men are ball players, Blaine?" "Oh, all kinds. Mostly bums." "They don't look like bums." Second Inning. Wat^ins slaps the onion over Herman for a single. Blondy Ryan smashes hard to Jurges. Double play. Mancuso teases Bush into three balls. Rosemary leans out again, to see better. She stupidly drops her score card. A lean brown hand returns it to her. "Thanks so much." "Not at all." The voice is deep and sounds nice. One hard-bitten man nudges the other. "Aw, look at Charley. The Kid makes 'em fall." Blaine thinks he hears some thing. He scowls. Mancuso wal\s, but Hubbell swings three times as though he were waving to a friend in the stands. The Cubs trot in. "Blaine, why are these players sitting way out here — in the hot sun?" "This is the bull-pen, Rose, where they keep pitchers warming up." "I should rather think so." Cuyler wal\s, while Hubbell argues with Umpire Quigley. Stainbac\'s bunt catches Vergez flat-footed. Grimm hits half an inch too low and Mancuso ta\es his pop foul. "Will all these boys play?" "I hope so." Jurges, on a hit and run play, cuts the grass with a hard grounder to Ryan, who throws him out, the runners advancing. Amid groans, Hubbell purposely passes Hartnett. Bush strives mightily, but a fast curve ball deprives him of immortality. He fans. "Blaine, why don't you ask these men if they are going to play?" "But Rose, they don't know. Their man ager puts them in if Hubbell goes bad." "I think it would be fun to talk to them." "I don't see why." Third Inning. Moore's long fly is grabbed by Klein. Critz strolls. English gets under Terry's pop-fly. While Ott is looking at two balls, Critz breaks for sec ond. Hartnett 's peg beats him by two feet. The fan next to Blaine is talking to one of the bullpen catchers: "Hubbell's right today." "Yeah, lot's of stuff." Rosemary wishes she could talk to the tall young man sitting practically at her feet. The tall young man has removed his cap. His hair is dark, thick and wavy. The kind it would be fun to run your fingers through. The Cubs again. English slashes a double left of the center field bleachers. Twenty thousand hearts lighten. Billy Herman bunts. Vergez ma\es the play this time, but English is on third. Then Klein places a neat single bac\ of second. English ambles home. "Whose winning now, Blaine?" "Nobody yet." "Well, you needn't be so upstage about it." Critz nabs Cuyler's grounder with one hand, flips to Ryan, over to Terry. Double play. Fourth Inning. Bush steams 'em over with renewed zest. Score is tied. Ott again, but his best is a grounder to Billy Herman. Vergez slams his bat down as Woody English ta\es his pop-foul near the dug-out. Then Gabby Hartnett smothers Wat\ins' foul bac\ by the screen. Un eventful pastiming. As the teams change: "How about the Saddle tonight, Rose? There's a dance." "Might be fun." Stainbac\ bunts, but Vergez throw nips him by a foot. Then left-handed Charley Grimm lines a stinging foul down past first base. The ball rolls right into the lap of Mr. Barrett of the Giants, the Mr. Barrett with the 17 on his back and the tan on his face. Rosemary forgets that she lives on Astor Street. "Oh, let me have it. My little nephew is crazy for a baseball." Rosemary remembers that she lives on Astor Street. She blushes under her suave make-up. Mr. Barrett blushes under his tan. Blaine scowls into his score-card. "I — I — It's against the rules, but — oh, well — I'd be charmed." "Thanks awfully, Mr. — Mr. Barrett." "Not at all." Guttural snickers from four baseball players. "Look, Blaine, how hard it is. I'd think it would hurt their hands." "Their hands are plenty calloused." Grimm loo\s at another and swings at a third. Jurges is a cinch for Ryan and Terry. Fifth Inning. Ryan's single whis tles over second. He advances to second on Mancuso's bunt. Hubbell fans, but Moore's double is not retrieved by Stain- bac\ until Ryan has crossed the plate. Critz wal\s. Activity in the Cubs' bullpen. But Terry's long one, which loo\s for a moment li\e a home run, is pulled down by Cuyler at the fence. Rosemary notices that a girl several seats over is chatting with one of the hard-bitten men with the big gloves. So : "Do you think you will play at all, Mr. Barrett?" "I hardly think so, the way Hubbell is going." Hartnett caroms one off the bric\ wall for a single. But Guy Bush's bunt is too long, right to Hubbell, who swings around, shoots the ball to Ryan, over to Terry. Double play. "You know, Blaine, that Barrett boy talks as though he'd been to Oxford." Rosemary whispers. Blaine makes a noise which might by a long stretch of the imagination have passed for an assent. English's fly is duc\ soup for Ott. Sixth Inning. Ott's tremendous drive is scrambled for by the shirt-sleeves in the right field bleachers. A home run, his eighteenth of the year. The bull-penners rise and cheer Mr. Ott. Rosemary notes that Charles Barrett seems to be about six feet one. She finds this fact very agree able. Blaine similarly observes, but his enthusiasm is more controlled. English stabs Vergez' hard grounder and throws him out. Wat\ins drops a Texas leaguer bac\ of Herman. Ryan stri\es out. "Your side's ahead, isn't it, Mr. Barrett?" "Yes, we're doing all right. Three to one." "Been in the big leagues long, Barrett?" This from Blaine. "Only this year." Jurges pic\s up Man cuso's grounder and forces Wat\ins. "That Barrett boy's attractive, Blaine." Rosemary does not have to whisper now. Barrett has risen and is tossing a few to one of his team-mates. "I don't see why (Continued on p. 51) 22 The Chicagoan What Price Travel? No Longer Does a Tour Mean Extra Capital By Carl J. Ross WHEN the great era of "boom" prosperity came to an end three or four years ago, the greatest mi gration of travelers from any nation since the crusades dwindled away to a mere trickle. Surplus cash, the instigator of most of the travel at the time, became practically non-existent. Americans had been journeying all over the civilized world — and in some parts not quite so sophis ticated — as a means of securing a tangible reward from the excess capital they had accumulated. Travel was a luxury afforded by almost everyone and was considered even more desirable than a second car in the garage. At a time when the average man had money in the bank, stocks and bonds that steadily increased in value, a trip abroad was the wise way to spend his money — particularly in view of the bargain rates possible due to the depreciated cur rencies of other nations. It was inevitable that a nation enjoying undreamed of wealth should indulge itself in the most attractive luxuries, and travel with its super-liners, super-hotels and transportation services was a ranking favorite. But even kings must give up their pleasures when financial ills set in, and the American Public was no exception. With the turn in the tide of fortune, funds available for travel were swept away. Keep ing one's job and salvaging what was possi ble of one's estate from the ruin of an economic chaos became a necessity more urgent than the smallest unrequired holi day. One could scarcely think of taking a pleasure trip when keeping the wolf from the door and other elemental problems were of prime importance. A chart of tourist statistics for the three years follow ing 1929 shows an almost perpendicular drop. The country was en gaged in a battle to save itself from the period of over-expansion and wild specula tion just terminated. Those who were fortunate enough not to be on a permanent vacation without pay were unwilling to take time off from work for fear of unfor- seen adverse developments. Conditions grew steadily more strained until the fall of 1933 when it became definitely apparent that the worst was past. Caution was still uppermost in everyone's thought but a con crete hope for the future was born. With the assurance that improved times were imminent and the struggle with adversity was won — temporarily at least — relaxation and a change of scene became a real neces sity. Many who had passed up their vaca tions for two or three years past felt free to go and thus the migration of travelers began once more. Although the trend toward travel prom ises to attain and even exceed the volume of the late lamented "boom," the change in viewpoint of the voyager is peculiarly obvious. No longer is travel considered a luxury — a means of utilizing extra capital. It has proved to be one of the real necessi ties of civilized life. In the past winter Florida, Bermuda, Mexico, the West Indies and Hawaii were visited by more Ameri cans than ever before — and by wide mar gins. These travelers were not spending money easily made in the stock market, but were enjoying the needed rest of change included in a budget that considered travel as vital as medical expenses or even food and rent. Travel has become a requisite to present day living just as the minimum of a high school education. Another factor in the development of the new movement is the determination of the average man to enjoy life as he lives it. He has seen the error of denying himself the realities. of the present for a vision of wealth and material things in the future. He has seen his money, the carefully accumulated result of years of labor vanish almost overnight in bank failures and the depreciation in value of securities. He has learned that the only real way to live in cludes the present as well as the future. Fortunately, an un usual condition exists that smooths the path of the prospective traveler. That most important item — cost^is still close to the lowest level since the war, and considering the present day equipment, more reasonable than ever before. Railroad fares in North America have been repeatedly slashed and special round trip rates have reduced them to a shadow of their former figures. Prac tically all excess fares have been abolished although the same schedules are observed and air conditioning installed in many cases. It is well known that all steamer tariffs have been cut to a tremendous extent, but there are unmistakable signs that in creases will be appearing shortly. Contrary to general belief, the devalua tion of the American Dollar has not made the cost of foreign travel more expensive than the equivalent in this country except in a few cases. Considering the distance covered and the time required, the average cost is about the same and although those who pay as they go are not finding the bar gains formerly encountered, the traveler who makes all arrangements before sailing is paying much less than in the so-called "normal" year 1926. This is due to the drastic reductions in rail, hotel, and other rates offered as an inducement to American Visitors which are known to the travel agent arranging the itinerary. There is no denying that experience is the greatest teacher and even the most wise must be her pupil. It would be entirely out of place to advocate a philosophy of living only for today — experience has con clusively proved this erroneous as well — but one should, at least, take part of the cash and let part of the credit go. Some time ago, one of the steamship lines pub lished a Travel Booklet with the title When I Am Quite Old, I Shall Remember All This. I have often wondered how many people had a memory as inviting as this left them from the past few years even tho they are not "quite old." "They said if they were placed end to end they'd reach to San Francisco." July, 1934 Vacation Spots Here and There TIME AND MONEY DICTATE TO A GREAT EXTENT THE DURATION AND LOCATION OF ONE'S SUMMER HOLI DAYS. HEREWITH ARE CHOICE SPOTS, THE CHOICE OF SPOTS BEING YOURS— NEIGHBORING NIPPERSINK LODGE AND SEVERAL OF OUR WONDROUS NATIONAL PARKS GREAT NORTHERN RAILWAY WEATHER-SCARRED WHITE PINE ON MOUNT ALTYN, GLACIER NATIONAL PARK, ABOVE MANY-GLACIER HOTEL WOODLAND TRAILS ARE A FEATURE OF NIPPERSINK, WISCONSIN NIPPERSINK HOTEL AND COUNTRY CLUB CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE, ST. PAUL V PACIFIC R. R. PARADISE ENOW AT THE BEAUTIFUL PARADISE INN LOCATED IN MOUNT RANIER NATIONAL PARK *&J >%?&% >%^ . x •' ** m m.yii<tRMiJ|piiiL.^ ¦ S^SiSj s^Hat li HB^ ^•^trlaBJ ?j3 CHICAGO (r- NORTHWESTERN R. R. HALLETT AND FLAT TOP MOUNTAINS FROM BIERSTADT LAKE, ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL PARK A. George Mi CONDUCTOR AND VIOLINISTE. FOR FIVE YEARS AT THE BATON OF THE CHICAGO WOMAN'S SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WIDE LAND TO MAKE THE GRADE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FEMALE AND WITH A WOMAN CONDUCTOR. NOT FOR NOTHING IS EBBA SUNDSTROM A FIGHT- ING NORDIC BLONDE. AND NOW SHE HAS OPENED THE FORD SYMPHONY GARDENS ON THE FAIRGROUNDS AND HOW THEY LIKE IT! Symphony on the Half Shell A Review of the World's Fair Music By Karleton Hackett THE Ford Symphony Gardens. Well, you have to hand it to Henry Ford. He has to be shown, which is no job for an amateur, but once he has made up his mind that the thing ought to be done, he does it right — as they say. A garden by the shore of the lake pleas ingly surrounded by trees, not scraggly shrubs but real trees growing in the earth, with seats firmly anchored to concrete so that you may sit back in comfort. Rather too bad, though, that being on the very verge of the lake one cannot see the water, which is an agreeable sight during the heated spell, and, according to information, quite in accord with Mr. Ford's principles; but perhaps he thinks of it as only for use and not for ornament. They were for permitting these gardens to mellow in the sunlight waiting for the grand opening by the Detroit symphony or chestra, which of course would be made a gala occasion. The bright youth at the head of the music department of the Fair, how ever, had the notion that there was no sense in wasting all the sunshine of this drought, which has been tough on the farm ers but grand for the Fair. So he tenta tively suggested that it might be a good plan to start things going with the Chicago Woman's symphony orchestra! Mr. Ford's representatives only needed to think it over about a minute before they saw the point. It would be a gracious ges ture to our village, aid in establishing the entente cordial, and the Chicago Woman's orchestra was well worth it. When the Ford organisation is ready to move it moves fast. So the Ford Gardens were officially opened on Thursday evening, June 7, by the Woman's symphony orchestra of Chi cago with Bbba Sundstrom conducting. A lovely evening with just enough tang of the north in the evening breeze to put pep into everybody, and, it being an invited audi ence, "everybody" was present. Br the time the Tschaikowsky was well under way there was to be felt a general sense of satisfac tion, with perhaps a sigh of relief from those in authority, since the women were making good and the "shell" was projecting the tone to advantage. Even the acoustics experts never know just how the players ought to be placed in the "shell" until they have had a chance to try it a bit, and out in the open the air currents present a series of constantly changing problems. On the opening night the heavy strings and the brasses did not have quite the desired reso nance, while the wood-winds caught a slant of the reflecting planes that sent their tones out with unexpected power. Later in the week rearrangements in the seating recti fied these inequalities and they obtained ex cellent balance in the ensemble. Every new machine must be worked with before you get the hang of it, but trust Mr. Ford and his men. A conspicuous feature of the "shell" was the window through which one could see the broadcasting expert. It was interesting to observe the nonchalant ease with which he manipulated the gadgets and also in triguing to realize that his duties were not so engrossing but that he could enjoy a seemingly delicious dessert while sending the symphony over the air. Well, Mr. Ford has always treated his employees right — or was this particular one attached to another organization? Sunday evening, being a forehanded per son and preferring to enjoy my music at my ease, I arrived at the gardens a good five minutes before the hour announced for the beginning of the concert — and there was not a vacant seat! Two thousand people sitting there ready and waiting before the players had come onto the stage! How many more hundreds came up during the next hour, took one look of disgusted surprise at the crowd and mournfully went their way, I know not, having lost count early. Will the people lap up symphony concerts, in a manner of speaking, when offered free? Walking to and fro between the Swift Bridge and the Ford Gardens one noted with satisfaction and a bit of surprise how seldom the ears were assaulted by the loud-speakers shooting out the latest and most popular song hits of the day. Of course now and then one came within range but, compared with last year, what a relief. It would be too much to ex pect that this nuisance should be done away with altogether, and how long even this comparative peace will last is a question. The ballyhoo artists of the concessionaires are up in arms over this cramping of their style, and their tearful plaints may yet melt the stony heart of authority. But for the moment they are operating with the soft pedal on, so if you wish to enjoy the Fair in reasonable quiet wait not, for the bird of time is on the wing — and you know the power of the suffering pocketbook. The Swift Bridge promises joyfully for the Chicago symphony orchestra when July first shall have come. The most central location in the Fair grounds, with the lagoon and some of the fairest of the buildings as the background for the picture. Palmer Clark with his orchestra, Jesse Crawford at the organ and various choral organizations have tested the quality of the "shell" and it has been found good. All ready. The Detroit sym phony orchestra under the direction of Vic tor Kolar gave their opening concert at the Fair on Saturday, June 16. A real orches tra under the command of a real conductor. There will be something to hear at the Ford Gardens this summer. The orchestra had not played half a dozen measures of the overture before we all knew that this organization had quality. The more they played the more interesting it be came, because of the wide range of their interpretive powers and the sympathetic understanding with which they entered into the spirit of the music. Their playing had virility, with the sense of youth, and cer tainly on the opening night they dug right in with full power. Perhaps the exercise was welcome as an aid to keeping warm, for the breeze was straight from the north pole and one could not but hope the play ers had good red flannels under their natty white flannels — or is there no such thing in these days as red flannels? (Did somebody get his wires crossed when the opening overture was announced as "by Theodore Thomas, the father of the Chicago symphony orchestra"? Where did Ambroise Thomas come in?) The orchestral tone was brilliant. A vi brant timbre of nervous intensity and capa ble of a great range of shadings. The balance was admirable. They had learned just how to adjust matters in the "shell" and the tone came out with carrying power yet united into the true ensemble. Victor Kolar has the gift. He is a con ductor with something to say through the orchestra and the skill to get it out of the players. Partly natural aptitude and partly technical routine; and the essential is that he has it. Such firm grasp on the men that he could paint his tonal pictures with the most striking contrasts of color and take great rhythmic liberties, yet keep every thing in proportion as he intended. The kind of thing that only a man sure of him self and of his players would have dared to try. The quality of the orchestra and con ductor raised expectation high for the con certs of this coming summer. We in Chi cago have never heard the Detroit sym phony orchestra before, but after one con cert it is a deep satisfaction to know how many, times we shall be able to hear them. The Detroit symphony orchestra and Victor Kolar, the conductor, made more than the expected success, and great had been the expectation. July, 1934 27 MAJOR LEAGUE BASEBALL Cubs June 24, 25, 26, 27— Brooklyn vs. Cubs at Wrigley Field July 2, 3 — St. Louis vs. Cubs at Wrigley Field. July 5, 6, 7, 8— Pittsburgh vs. Cubs at Wrigley Field. White Sox June 29, 30, July I — Cleveland vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park July July July July July July 12, 16, 19, 23, 24, 27, 28, ¦St. Louis vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park, double header. 13, 14, 15— Philadelphia vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park. 18 — Boston vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park, double header 21, 22— New York vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park. 25, 26 — Washington vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park. 29 — Detroit vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park. 17, 20, RACING June 25 — July 28 — Thirty-day meeting at Arlington Park. June 25 — Inaugural Handicap, $2,500 added, three-year-olds and up. June 30 — Hyde Park Stakes, $4,000 added, two-year-olds. July 4 — Stars and Stripes Handicap, $10,000 added, three-year-olds and July 7 — Lassie Stakes, $10,000 added, two-year-old fillies. (Estimated value July 14— The Classic, $35,000 added, three-year-olds. July 21 — Arlington Handicap, $10,000 added, three-year-olds and up. July 28 — Futurity, $25,000 added, two-year-old colts, geldings and fillies value, $60,000.) YACHTING June 29, 30, July I — Virginia Trophy Series, Chicago Yacht Club. July 4 — Lake Michigan Yachting Association regatta. July 14 — Annual Saugatuck Race, Jackson Park Yacht Club. July 21 — Annual Mackinac Race, Chicago Yacht Club. GOLF up. , $35,000. (Estimated June 25, 30 — Illinois State Open and Amateur, I Mini Country Club, Springfield, July 10 July July July July TENNIS July 2 to 9 — National Clay Court Championships, Chicago Town and Tennis Club. July 9 to 15 — Chicago Public Parks Tournament, Tuley Park. July 14 — Chicago Public Parks Championship, Hamilton Park. July 16 to 22 — Western Father and Son Championship, University of Chicago. 30 — Illinois State Open and Amateur, -C. D. G. A. Handicap, Beverly. 16 — Junior medal play, Edgewater. 19 — C. D. S. A. Handicap, Evanston. 24 — Team Championship, Bryn Mawr. 26 — Pater-Filius, Midlothian. 28 The Chicagoan Sports and Sportsfolk Baer — Passes — Baseball — Golf — Fish Story By Kenneth D . Fry IT is distinctly disappointing to this agile correspondent to notice the complete lack of enterprise on the part of the thugs who run the late evening hot spots. A night club owner with brains would, as soon as Art Donovan raised Max Baer's hand in triumph over Primo Camera, have sent out a corps of blondes, brunettes, and titians, clad only in sandwich boards bear ing the legend "We made Max Baer," or, to avoid the censor, "We made Max Baer champion." This sort of thing would inevitably be followed the next day by an army of comely lasses bearing signs saying, "Youth of America, take heed. Max Baer trains in night clubs and look at him. Dance with me and be champion." But even if this lack of enterprise goes unnoticed, everything's all right anyhow. We have a champion of all the heavy weights. Max Baer won the title in the best championistic style displayed by any wielder of the padded mittens since Mr. Dempsey scowled through his whiskers and poured murderous left hooks into adjacent middles, thereby causing much stomach anguish. In fact, and on second thought, Mr. Baer has a great many things which Mr. Demp sey never had. Dempsey was just a fighter. A swell one. So's Baer. But big Max from California is a movie actor of no incon siderable ability, a night club performer who might seem just as good as Harry Richman to the casual drunks draped around the hot spots, a breaker of feminine hearts, and a fast-thinking, wise-cracking young man who isn't one-tenth as screwy as most observers would like to paint him. He might be a bit daffy, but look at Ed Wynn. If the scribblers don't make the most of Max Baer then we need a new crop of sports writers, but that's another subject. Baer will probably be easier to coax into the ring to risk his championship than most of the folks who've been puttering around the heavyweight division of late. What with blondes, the movies, radio and what not, Baer is going to be the busiest cham pion in history. But he isn't built to save any money, and that's the sorry part of the whole business. He's too likeable a guy to wind up back of that meat counter, whacking at lamb chops for simpering old ladies. Col. Matt Winn, considered the smartest racing man in the country, was quite right when he said that no one who couldn't afford the price of admission had any business at a race track, betting on the ponies. However, when the Illinois racing folk went right out and de cided against passes, it strikes this jaded correspondent that they started a movement to put a lot of horses back between the shafts of milk wagons. (That's where they get the nags I bet on.) Race tracks depend upon mutuel play. Cutting the free list will shrivel the mutuel play more than considerably. Furthermore the tracks haven't been doing any too well this year. Reason? The thousands of rooms in Chicago are giving swell service. You can get action for half a buck and in many places for two bits. Why go to the track and get talked out of a horse, especially if you have to pay to get in. The elimination of passes is a pleasant theory. It's particularly pleasant to sports editors, but it doesn't work out in practice. Not in this man's town. Bosses have too many friends, etc. If, by the time this ap pears in print, passes are back, just skip everything. 1 he boys on the pa pers are wearing belts and suspenders, just in case. So far there has been nothing specific to justify the rumor stories that Charlie Grimm will be booted in the back end at the conclusion of this year. But just in case he is tossed out, the papers will be forthcoming with "I told you so" yarns. But meanwhile such stories must be slightly embarrassing to the principals concerned. And they probably have a good bit of ef fect in starting thoughts of changes, where such thoughts might not have been before. Of course, when the story came out that the front office of the Cubs had traded Camilli to the Phillies for Hurst, without Grimm's knowledge, it was right up the alley for the scribbling lads. The explana tion that Grimm had okayed such a deal and then it was put through while he was at the races or something sounded very plausible, but it took some looking down columns of print to find this very reason able answer to it. It looks like a good intellect was at work in figuring out that Hurst deal. The Cubs' new first sacker is a Bruin type of hitter and he hasn't been happy lately with Phila delphia. Money matters. (It certainly does.) Grimm hasn't a devil of a lot of baseball left in his system and Hurst is still under thirty. I still like the Cubs for that Na tional League pennant. Add sad events: Gene Sarazen's missed four foot putt on the eigh teenth green of the final round of the Na tional Open at Merion. Just a careless tap by Gene and Dutra had the title — a few moments later. There are still lots of people who want to know who in hell this Dutra is. Here's that fish yarn. My Minneapolis operative, Paul Grover, was doing a bit of fishing — or something— at a small lake in northern Minnesota. He was using frog for bait. A cast in the direction of some weeds brought a vicious strike. A rough and tumble battle ensued, and finally the result was hauled to the edge of the boat. The line was down a large mouthed jug and the hook wouldn't come out. Finally smashing the jug, it was discov ered that a three pound bass was inside the jug, in complete command of the frog and the hook. The corps of experts around Minneapolis figured the fish swam into the jug, found food and consequently liked his new apart ment, but he lingered too long and grew too large to swim out again. The cast had sent the frog spinning straight into the mouth of the jug, where the bass, having exhausted the edible resources of his prison, seized opportunity by the fetlock, or what passes for a fetlock on a frog, and went to work. So help me, it's true. Aren't they all? The crowd of 30,000 which saw Princeton's invitational track meet was a mob worthy of the new mile record by Glenn Cunningham, the Kansas lad who brought the mark back to the United States with a sensational sprint of 4:06.7. I remember the excitement gener ated by Paavo Nurmi's great record of 4:10.4 back in 1923, which broke an eight year old record. And when Ladoumegue of France chopped better than a second off Nurmi's record, the boys said perfection had been reached. But Lovelock, the New Zealand youth, lopped almost two seconds off the Frenchman's mark last year, and now Cunningham has bounced into the rec ord books. Any more? The way Cunning ham runs I think he can get it under four minutes. Nine seconds have been chiseled off the mile mark in forty years. Almost four seconds in the last ten. Casual Comments on Current Conditions: King Levinsky continues to own the year's prize for silli ness. . . . Got himself a nervous break down after he ran out on Lasky on the coast. ... A nervous breakdown with what? . . . Went back and lost to Lasky. . . . And Lena yelled "robbed." . . . Move over, Joe Jacobs. . . . Hitler and Mussolini met in solemn conference recently. . . Assorted foreign correspondents guessed at the nature of (Continued on page 53) July, 1934 29 thy I e casual camera Checking the trusty camera with which he had made the striking photographs presented on the eight pages following, Mr. A. George Miller made yet another circuit of the Fair grounds armed only with a vest pocket camera producing a picture one by one and three- eighths inches. Resultant enlargements portray with singular fluidity the ebb and flow of activity on the Fairgrounds after sundown AMONG MR. FORDS SOUVENIRS NIGHT IN THE BLACK FOREST "SPRECHEN SIE DEUTSCH?" A BALLYHOO IN PARIS THE COLONIAL VILLAGE SMITHY THE DAY IS AT NOON ON A STREET IN THE ENGLISH VILLAGE AN ARTICLE BY MILTON S. MAYER THE FAIR PHOTOGRAPHS BY A. GEORGE MILLER SOMETHING comes to me, something of interest (to me), as I unbend my body in an aluminum chair, 1934 style, on the roof of Mr. Swift's, Mr. Meat-Packer Swift's, part of the world's fair on the Twenty-third street bridge, and the fan of lights, purple turning blue as they focus, is turned on over the lagoon from somewhere back of Twelfth street. And that something, if I may revert to the subject of a sentence somewhere back where we started, is this: We in Chicago may feel this way or that way about the fair, and we may point out this lack or that deficiency, or both, but where shall we find again, for fifty cents or for fifty dollars, any such paper paradise as the one we have with us — right in our lap, in fact? How does that strike you people out front? I can't be sure, because going to the fair is an assignment with me. I can't think of a time I've been there that I haven't been looking for something to write about for a magazine or a newspaper; and to a man in such a situation Paradise itself, the real article, would be a chore. But after three years of kicking around the place, always seeing it with that intenseness that makes a carper of every critic, I caught the thing, this night as I write, the way, I think, the fifty cent admission catches it: a passing fairyland, a whole city, a whole country, for that matter, with its lakes and its islands, where everyone is worryless, where every one has no troubles at all, and only holiday. That is why I call it a paper paradise — a paradise, but a paper paradise. It doesn't really exist. It is no part of the life of the city, or of the city itself. It is something no taxpayer paid for, something, indeed, no taxpayer thought he wanted. Before it was here, life seemed to everyone what life had always seemed — "always" meaning since 1893, when the last fair was. But after it is gone, I venture, and I venture sure-footedly, every Chicagoan who got to the fair will feel he is living a cheated life without it. There is nothing anywhere, once this fair is gone, that exists, on such a scale, for delectation alone. The lights and the colors — thev aren't real. Factories and offices and THE SPELL OF ANTIQUITY BROODS UPON THE ITALIAN VILLAGE time-cards and typewriters — these are real. This world's fair, laid out along a green lake, laid out for twenty million dollars, laid out for beauty and for play alone — it is a nebula. It will happen again, of course, but until it happens again there will be nothing like it. On that basis, I commend to you, as one solid citizen to another, the 1934 world's fair. If, on the other hand, the occasion calls for a lapse into prose, and I am afraid it does, it must be recorded on the printed page that the 1934 world's fair is in one hell of a way. And it must be recorded for the first time. The newspapers, which do not permit news to interfere with business, have been painting a rosy picture — and a de viously deceitful one. The attendance at the fair is simply so bad that unless some violent alteration is made by the management it will go under like a 1929 holding company. Does that floor you? Pick up your newspaper, if you still buy one, and look at the attendance chart. As this is written, the daily attendance is about one-half of what it was last year at this time. And last year, mind you, was the year of uncertainty, and the last and worst year of what the Democrats called the depression. As this is written, further, the grand total for last year is rapidly catching up with the grand total for this year — despite the strictly phony figure of 470,000 school children who got in free on the first children's dav this year and are nevertheless in- LACKING ONLY MUSSOLINI'S LEGIONS, OR MAYHAP CAESAR'S eluded, for face-saving purposes, in the column designated as "paid attendance." Those 470,000, you will remember, are estimated, not counted. The schools were closed on one of the first days of this year's show, and the kids were harried to the fair, nickel in hand. There were so many of them that it looked like the Crusades in their prime by the time the little folks got to the gates, and everything was thrown wide open to them. Even the nickels — one-tenth of the regulation ad mission charge — were not collected. Mr. Sherman Duffy, a colleague of mine on the American, has covered all the fairs since the Great Exposition of 1851 in London, and Sherman says that the drought has kept the farmers tied to the plantation until they can be satisfied their cows will have something to eat besides sand. He points out, too, that the rate of increase in attendance this year is away ahead of the rate of increase last year. But Sherman is a higher mathematical soul, with his Phi Bete key and his spectacles, and I am unimpressed by the rate of increase, or by any rate, or by anything else of a pro jective nature, recalling, as I do, that Maj. Lohr had a chart on his wall last year, with curves and arcs and the like, proving that the fair would have 35,000,000, or maybe it was 30,000,000, paid admissions, and recalling as I do that the paid admissions, in flagrant disrespect of the chart, wound up at 22,000,000. DINNER IS AT SIX OR ANY HOUR IN THE BLACK FOREST This is a fact: the fair is losing money, and every major concession in it is losing money. Why? It is certainly a more beautiful fair than last year; certainly, in the light of a year's experience, a more finished fair. If, then, it is bigger and better, where is the Ethiopian in the wood? That is a hard one to crack, and I am not sure that I can do, it. But I can try, and I am several steps ahead of the rest of the great minds in that the organ in which this is printed is not unduly fettered by considerations of big advertisers or by that inanity of inanities — civic pride. First, there is no longer any dodging of the fact that between the administration of the fair and the 30,000,000 people who ought to attend it there is an irreconcilable cleavage. In the phrase of a newspaper friend of mine, who would lose his job if I acknowledged my indebtedness, the fair is a model of Evanstonian beauty. That part of the works that is under the direct domination of the fair's administration is irreproachable in its dignity. The glories of science and the glories of business are portrayed in a manner and in an extent to which they have never been portrayed before. The Hall of Science, as an instance, is a superb education. But the concessions end of the place — the carnival end — what of that? The fair administra tion's attitude is that carnival can be dignified; the show- THE DUTCH VILLAGE IS SPIC AND SPAN AS A WOODEN SHOE men, who, it is true, pervert public taste as assiduously as they pursue it, think otherwise. There is the irreconcilable cleavage. And the attend ance figures support the position of the showmen. To quote my same unquotable friend, there are too many yawns and too few gasps. He draws a parallel between the carnival end of the fair, inhibited by the tenets of Evans tonian beauty, and the lull in an evening's entertainment when everyone instinctively looks at his watch and wonders if it isn't time to go home. I said two months back that I was afraid there were so many villages that they would all go under, and it would not gratify me to see my prophecy fulfilled. The sameness and the tameness of them is a trial to the visitor. It costs a quarter to get in (since the money is spent inside, showmanship would indi cate a ten-cent admission), and what is there in the next one that there wasn't in the last? Under desperate pressure by the tottering concession aires, the administration has tacitly capitulated on the nudity question, but not until it had put itself on the spot by closing show after show and furnishing unfavorable copy to the out-of-town papers which, almost to a man, have withheld their support this year on the grounds that Chicago should not be permitted to hog all the vacation money in the land. And though the administration has yielded on nudity, what of it? Nakedness of every shade SWISS HANDCRAFT IS UNINTERRUPTED BY TRANSPLANTING has been tried in the night joints, but the Chicagoans, who to date have furnished the bulk of the attendance, are chary of purchasing what they purchased last year. The peep show is stone dead. Sally Rand, it pains me to concede, brought more people to the fair grounds last year than the Hall of Science. And in its amateur effort to maintain decorum the fair does not even want a Sally Rand. The hired hand who up and walked across the cables of the Sky Ride last year had every movie audience in the country holding its breath. And what happened to that hired hand? Was he billed twice a day as Death-Defying Danny? Indeedy no; he was lodged in jail for mayhem and canned by his employer on orders from the administration. There you are. Evanston and the mob are irreparably at odds. They always have been, and there has been no harm in it except when Evanston opens up a show that has to reach the mob or bust. I do not know who is right and who is wrong. But the 30,000,000 who stay away from the fair do. I do not know what constitutes a good showr but the crowd that passes it by does. If it was my fair, I reckon it would be just about as it is now, but I am a snob, in my heart, and so are the boys who are running the fair, and we ought all of us to be kept in hot-houses or entered in dog shows. I know, and you know, what the world wants in the way AND A NATIONAL HERO IS UNMOVED BY ALIEN OBSERVATION of a treat. (Not that we would know if we were running the fair.) It wants a Great Big Thrill. I keep harping on that, but, I think, validly. If all the showmen and engi neers had been corralled by Mr. Dawes and given a million dollars — that isn't so much of a bet in a twenty-five million dollar game — and told to contrive something that no one had ever seen outside Popular Mechanics, and if the show men and engineers had succeeded (none of your three- mile-an-hour "rocket cars" on the Sky Ride, while the two-hundred-mile-an-hour airplanes leave for New York every hour on the hour) , tell me what Chicagoan with fifty cents and what American with fifty dollars could have re sisted it? Who of us could have faced his neighbor un ashamed and admitted that he had not been to the fair and ridden on, say, the Streak of Lightning? But no, the decorous failure of the Sky Ride was not enough to convince my friends of the fair that their show missed fire in an age crazy for a new thrill. It was enough of an effort, they thought, to repaint it (and very nicely too) and rub off the rough edges. It was not enough, and it is not enough. It is a swell fair, but it is last year's fair, and those who muttered an unpatriotic warning when the hotel keepers and the department stores were shouting for a 1934 fair last September were not entirely foolish. The villages have lost their effect. None of them, is as architecturally engaging as last year's Belgium. They are THE SPANISH VILLAGE MIRRORS THE SPLENDOR THAT WAS SPAIN all overfancy in design, overcheap in construction and over- mendacious in operation. The only one of the fourteen of them that is crowded (Belgium has fallen off, with its monopoly gone) is the Black Forest, and strict adherence to the principles of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln forces me to report that tens of thousands of free tickets to the Black Forest were given away with the books of cut-price admission to the fair. The food and the liquor in the village restaurants are inferior or exorbitant or both. The village shows (except for the dramas of Shake speare in the English Village and the Oukrainsky ballet in the Mexican Village) are routine cabaret stuff. Free relaxation of the best sort, elegantly created last year by the A&P (which did not come back and feels now that it made a mistake) , is found only in Mr. Ford's park and on Mr. Swift's bridge. And who but an A&P, or a Ford, or a Swift, can afford to throw free relaxation, when the little fellows, with their restaurants seating 84,000 people at once, have to divide an average daily clientele of 25,000 or 30,000? The Ford exhibit, to be sure, is great (if dinny) ; but it is an intelligent exhibit, and the visitor, by the time he gets down to the south end, gets his back up like a cat's at the very suggestion of another intelligent exhibit. The world's fair is the only place in Chicago, and probably the only place in Illinois, (Continued on page 42) The Bard Goes Tabloid Shakespeare Outdraws the Fan Dancers and Peep Shows By William C. Boyden HAS the pendulum swung? Is the people's nostalgia for decency bringing a revulsion of feeling against modes and manners which have threatened to become positively Restora' tion? It may be. The Press is full of a Church revolt against the alleged depravi' ties of Hollywood; I was one of three ad- venturous souls who paid ten cents to see an act in the Irish Village entitled, The Girl in the Goldfish Bowl, and, half an hour later, one of several hundred seekers after the higher things who crowded the Globe Thea' tre in Merrie England at twenty-five cents a head, to watch Thomas Wood Stevens1 production of Julius Caesar. When the Bard can outdraw a nude, even though the nude be mirrored down to a bare six inches, it may be fairly supposed that Sin is in rout and the forces of Purity advanc ing with banners waving and choirs singing. That A Century of Progress is over- villaged seems to be a matter of common gossip. That Merrie England is one of the two or three nationalized amusement centers which are fairly certain to pay out is generally conceded. That the Globe Theatre is the best spot in Merrie England is hardly open to argument. Here is a courageous experiment. With Chicago at its lowest ebb theatrically, in face of the repeated failures of Shakespearian produc- tions to woo successfully the affections of the Town, in spite of the reputation for ribald taste built up by the Fair crowds of 1933, the promoters of Merrie England have spent money without stint to give the Village a dramatic novelty of rare enter tainment quality and intense historical in terest. The Theatre itself cannot pay its own way. But present indications point to success from the standpoint of luring cus tomers away from portals where barkers raspingly exhibit veiled houris, to the decorous gates guarded by stolid Beef- Eaters. Certainly the critics, poor down trodden souls so often accused of ruining show business by their refusal to exalt over theatrical garbage, has a Field Day over the Globe Theatre. No such cheering has been heard since Shaindel Kalish startled the Town in Girls in Uniform. At the risk of repeti tion and with the thought that some stranger in our midst may have missed the daily press reports of this fine endeavor, I venture a few lines of general explanation. Seven times a day the Town Crier sum mons the populace into the Globe Theatre, a replica of the old Globe on Bankside. On a stage and in a manner closely patterned after the productions of Shakespeare's day a group of attractive, competent and en thusiastic young actors gives forty minute tabloid versions of Shakespeare's plays. At this writing there are four changes of bill a day: The Taming of the Shrew, Julius Caesar, The Comedy of Errors, A Midsum mer Hight's Dream. As the summer wears on, it is hoped to offer at least twenty dif ferent productions. Three of the initial repertory were seen in time for this month's dead-line. The best was The Taming of the Shrew. This hilarious frolic of domestic impasse, pattern for numerous modern plays, lent itself readily to the cutter's shears. In fact, the fast, continuous farcing on inner and outer stage was in many ways more titivating than the measured pace of a full evening's performance. Especially when Katharina and Petruchio were so gorgeously played as by Jackson Perkins and Carl Benton Reid. Profound students of the stage, like Charles Collins and Gail Borden, are not unanimous as to whether or not actors of Shakespeare's day played Julius Caesar in ruffles and tights with skimpy togas thrown like scarfs over their shoulders. Doubtless Thomas Woods Stevens must have some authority for this incongruous costuming. But, strangely enough, the spectacle of Brutus dressed like Sir Philip Sidney detracted no whit from the power of the drama. And Mark Antony accoutred like Hamlet was no less thrilling in his "Friends, Romans, Countrymen" than he would have been if attired in the conventional sheet. John Willard, a hand some, aesthetic looking young man, had not only the stage extras under the spell of his oratory, but also the audience. And that is as it should be. Mr. Reid scored again as Brutus. A Midsummer 7\ight's Dream did not cut down quite so successfully. The love episodes were eliminated to give time for full exposition of the Pyramus and Thisbe interlude. It was good horse-play, but forty minutes about exhausted the comic possibil ities of Quince, Bottom, Snug, et al, whereas I could have enjoyed considerably more of the other two offerings. One new play -did . open in the so-called legitimate theatre, I Loved You 'Wednesday. This is friskier material than the usual run of Horace Sistare's offering at the Studebaker. It features the ubiquitous Edna Hibbard, and in fairness to an actress who has not always been fair to herself, I must admit that I became quite uninHibbarded (Ed. Note: Oooh!) about her current work. She is sincere, believable, and never once appears in her scanties. The play is late noel- coward, very late. Husbands and wives smile indulgently on each other's infidelities; the characters drink enough liquor to stock Ernie Byfield's Sherman House Cellars; villas on the Riviera and plantations in Java are referred to with superb non chalance. The sort of play which one would like to see played by a cast of super- smooth actors. And if it were so played, one would deplore the fact that said smooth actors did not have better stuff with which to work. The opening night even the prompter forgot his lines. But the roughness has now been ironed out of the performance, and the show is clicking along to fair business. Recent bulletins from London indicate that there are now thirty-five plays and musicals running in that metropolis. Con sideration of this fact recalls to mind that this is the time of year for mournful retro spection on one of the lousiest theatre sea sons ever experienced by Chicago. Last year it was September before I got around to the jolly pastime of picking the Ten Best and the Ten Worst Plays of the 1932-1933 season. Since that time there have been hardly as many theatrical offerings in the Town as are now current in London. Counting Eva LaGallienne and Walter Hampden as one production apiece (although the two did several different re vivals), I count about twenty-five produc tions for the period. A most melancholy showing. Even including the six revivals of Hampden and LaGallienne, usually left out of lists of Best Plays, we have to call on such plays as The Shining Hour, Autumn Crocus, Sailor Beware to round out a list of Ten Best Plays, headed by the two really decent new dramas of the Sea son, Biography and Richard of Bordeaux. Exclude the revivals and our list must per force contain such tidbits as The Curtain Rises, Big Hearted Herbert, and Elizabeth Sleeps Out. So the game seems hardly worth the playing. In the field of music, the same drought is drying up the crop of theatre-goers. I only count nine, including such forgotten mis takes as Ethiopia, Get Luc\y, and Lady, Be Hice. Of the five with pretensions to class, only Music in the Air, Hold Tour Horses, and All the King's Horses have any claim to consideration in a List of Best Musical Shows. The other two, Annina and Bitter sweet were definitely inferior, as produced here. Let us fervently pray that Theatres Com mon and Preferred have both touched their absolute lows. July, 1934 39 FASHION PREFERENCES These Fashion Sketch Inter views depict the style trends which fashionable young women find practical to their own needs in their individual wardrobes. By THE CHICAGOENNE YiIaa. *iQ <nj_rtL/uL. h^aJL^ruAi TYI'lAA VjLLrt-Cn/UAiL. .1 log LLtj Mrs. Franklin G. Clement is sketched in a navy blue crepe print and blue wool coat. The collar is of white and navy blue taffeta. "With a small felt hat," Mrs. Clement says, "this ensemble is practical for Town or Fair days." Being a tennis enthusiast Mrs. Clement showed us some charming linen and seersuc\er active sports clothes. Sketched below is a navy blue and white print bordered linen featuring the new sailor collar. Mrs. Howard Peabody has chosen this beige cotton crepe dress and brown and white chec\ed linen coat ensemble to wear at the Fair for she says, "I think it only sensible to wear sport shoes really to enjoy a day seeing the Fair, and so I choose this sports ensemble with a knitted beret and brown suede gillie ties." . . . "This dar\ print for Town with a blac\ straw hat banded in the same material necessitates pumps which makes it impractical for Fair days." A single ruffle from neck to hem distinguishes this simple smart froc\. Miss Veronese Beatty, sketched after a class in sculpturing at the Art Insti tute, in a most attractive combination of rough navy crepe with pin\ pique gloves, collar and hat. "This hat is laced together at the top of the crown so it can be washed and pressed easily when taken apart," explained Miss Beatty. "I shall probably wear this costume to the Fair and certainly in Town for lunch and classes all summer." Fi bus -<^ajy\hjjuy\. O. LJulAYLiLrYLL We found Mrs. Ronald P. Boardman at home in Lake Forest in a gray tweed suit with strawberry \nitted blouse. She said, "I simply love suits, I live in them." This one (sketched) has a swagger coat that is wonderful for cruising, driving, sports and Town. On inquiring what she preferred in new evening clothes, Mrs. Boardman showed us a white slin\y corded-cotton crepe and red velvet bracelets. "This is the favorite of my new evening gowns. It has a smart low cut bac\, but I most always wear it with the jacket." Sketched on the lawn of her Lake Forest estate, Mrs. Paul McBride is wear ing a gay striped cotton in red, white and navy on gray background, with a jaunty red scarf. Mrs. Stephen Y. Hord, also looking cool and very smart in shell pin\ corded sil\ trimmed in brown of the same material says, "This simple sports froc\ is nice for so many impromptu occasions and spectator sports wear. Today, I wore it to an informal luncheon, with this rough white straw hat." Both young women were wearing brown and white spectator sports pumps. The gown sketched below is also worn by Mrs. Hord. It is a gay sil\ print in rust, blac\, gray, and yellow. The jac\et has huge gray fox cuffs. "I find it very nice for dinner parties and the club. It is the favorite gown in my evening wardrobe." 9^ ' Wi&W^^:'WP^\ Jft the CONGRESS In one of Chicago's finest cafe-lounges, the Eastman Casino, and in the Joseph Urban Room, where Eddy Duchin's Central Park Casino Orchestra entertains rapturously to the "Clink of a Crystal Goblet," Corinnis Spring Water is served to all guests and patrons. Corinnis Water is also included throughout the entire hotel, Pompeian, Merry-Go-Round Bar of the Congress Tavern, Pine Room and every guest room. And Corinnis is worthy of its surround ings. Coming from the famous Corinnis Spring, deep in mineral earth at Wau kesha, Wisconsin, its purity is not to be equalled anywhere in the world. Corin nis is clear . . . constantly good-tasting . . . good for you. Inexpensive, too, a few cents a day will provide your family with a really good water. It's delivered anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. Drink CORINNIS and be sure! HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, INC. 420 W. Ontario St. Chicago, 111. SUPerior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood stores) Corinnis SPRING WATER The Fair (Begin on page 31) that enforces the nutty Illinois liquor control law to the letter. Gov. Horner, who is pretty pathetic anyway, for my money, cuts a wistful figure in his hat- doffing to the fair for its policy in this matter. It is the one locality where the liquor law he thought he wrote is in operation. And so the fair has another stone to roll up Sisyphus, and one of the heaviest of them all. At the fair, and nowhere else, your celebrant cannot crowd up at the bar (which he loves to do, sober or drunk) and buy a stein for a dime. He sits at a table (the common man has a dread of boiled-shirt service), waits for a waiter, paws the floor in vain for a foot-rail, and either leaves a tip (which doubles the price of the stein) or sneaks out wishing to hell he had never gone in. There was no rough stuff last year, when the late 3.2 slopped over the mahogany. Hard likker over the bar may have led to a little destructive hilarity, I confess. But it is au fait everywhere else, and the Demon does not seem to have made much headway. Besides, the wet blanket lies not in the absence of bars at the fair, but in the absence of bars at the fair and their presence everywhere else. Come hell or high water, the fair will have no bars; that is a cinch. And along with all its other disqualifications as a carnival, A Century of Progress may well be written down as the first, last, and only stand of an ordinance as puerile as Prohibition. I should like to be able to say that it hurts me more than it does the fair to administer this flailing, but of course it does not. It hurts me only impersonally, that an edifice so noble in intent should go to the ground because it was so noble in intent. I believe that before Apollo has galloped his wagon many more laps around the cosmic speedway something drastic will be done. And I should not be struck dumb to see the concessionaires rise up in their wrath and take the place over, or, failing that, shut down and leave the place a grinning skull. I hope they do not take the place over, because they do not represent the innocent carnival spirit any more than the fair administration does. I hope that Col. Dawes, Maj. Lohr, Capt. Owings and all the non-commissioned adminis' trators unbend, even as I unbend in the aluminum chair, 1934 style, on "Mr. Swift's bridge, and work out a happier destiny for their encampment. Perhaps it needs to be noisier. If that, comes to pass I shall keep away from the place, but the place will do better to have 30,000,000 John Does than 1 Mayer. The symphony orchestras this year are a joy forever, but they are not noise in the orthodox, State and Madison sense. The great new lights and the livened lagoon are steps in the right direction, but they again are not noise. And it may not be noise that is needed but a combination of simple spiritual therapies of which noise is only one. Whatever it is, it will have to come quick or the paradise will die on its feet. HEDR.ICH- BLESSING HANDSOMELY DECORATED, IN STEEL AND YELLOW, NEW BAR AT THE SHORELAND HOTEL. THE DESIGNER WAS J. R. 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GtWSSJLJB* GIN Gooderham & Worts, Ltd%, Detroit, Michigan Imported Flavor at Domestic Prices. .. "Judge your Gin by its Origin" July, 1934 43 Still Setting the Pace With Another GREAT SHOW AT THE EMPIRE ROOM PALMER HOUSE (COOLED BY REFRIGERATED AIR) FEATURING TED WEEMS and his Celebrated Music also STONE ,nd VERNON Continental Favorites in their Sensational Dancing Act "THE LEOPARD LADY" The most sensationally thrilling and exciting dance ever seen in Chicago. Presented but once nightly. and LYDIA ,sd JORESCO "Poets of the Dance" In Addition to these great artists LARRY ADLER FOUR CALIFORNIANS GALI-GALI ABBOTT DANCERS To Read or Not Items for the Inveterate Reader By Marjorie Kaye IF criticism doesn't attain its pitch of perversity in these months, then vote an award of some sort to the critics. The elements are against the author, not to say the reader, and it is a sound work indeed that outweighs the call of the beach, the bridle path, the court, course or ice cooled cinema. I men' tion this at this time because I have an idea that some of my earnest co'workers in your behalf are as human as I, as im' patient of patient description and as World's Fair conscious. What they have to say of the books of the month, most of which I hope they have read, follows: The Anatomy of Dessert — With a Few Notes on Wine — Edward A. Bunyard — Dutton: The English author's thirty year probe ends in this volume of over two hundred pages dedi' cated To All Gentlemen, Ladies, and all others delighting in God's Vegetable Creatures. Apples receive major honors and the parade of gourmets1 delights, followed by ingenious re marks on wine, end the dessert's anatomy. — M. K. The Ancestor — Elissa Landi — Doubleday, Doran: Eye and ear addict of the Landi personality this long while, it pains me to find the lady somewhat less an author than an actress. Not that her story about a prima donna may not impress you as altogether charming. Rather, probably, that I'd rather she'd given the time to acting. — W. R. W. Anything Can Happen on the River! — Carol Ryrie Brin\ — MacMillan : Mrs. Brink's first book brings to mind the story of Remi in Le Premier Livre. But the hero of this tale has a croix de guerre and two old keys as his worldly goods and with "Lulu" his companion — an expert riverman — they prove unique entertainment for an afternoon or evening. Young people will adore this volume and the grownups will find the happenings on the Seine truly delightful. — M. K. Backward Glance — Edith Wharton — Appleton-Century : The past is recreated with unforgettable pictures and thoughts in this autobiography by a gracious lady who lived in the lead' ing capitals of the world. It is one of the outstanding volumes of the year, chock full of information. — M. K. This Bewildered World — Frazier Hunt — Stokes: Mr. Hunt has recently returned from a visit to Japan, China, Man' churia, the Philippines, Siam, India, Turkey, Near East, Rus' sia, the Balkans, Italy, France, Germany, England, Mexico, Cuba, and has also made an extensive tour of this country. In fact he has just about been around the world. An intimate of world figures everywhere, he probably gets pretty close to the inside of just what the hell is going on here and there — the people's struggles, problems, fears and whatall. — D. C. P. Black August — Dennis Wheatley — Dutton: Time: The Future. Place: Jolly Olde England. Revolution is rampant in England, with fighting in the streets and city folk fleeing to the countryside. Upon this set a scene of political intrigue is acted, climaxed by an idyllic love affair. — J. McD. The Chinese Murder Mystery — Ellery Queen — Stokes: Ellery Queen, dilettante detective, ably assisted by his father, Inspector Queen, and the New York Police Department steps into a weird murder. There is a multitude of clues, a sensuous unprincipled woman, and all the trimmings. The final un' ravelling seems unfair, but see what you think. — J. McD. A Chinese Testament — The Autobiography of Tan Shih Hua — as told to S. Tretia\ov — Simon 6-? Schuster: This beau' tifully edited volume unravels Chinese culture more effectively than any volume of this order I have read. — M. K. City Harvest — Margaret Cheney Dawson — Macmillan: A pleasantly mannered, observant and nicely knit tapestry of that metropolitan existence wherein dialogue is a major industry, self-analysis a game, and nothing is ado about the much or little that polite people live by and for. I shouldn't say it is the most important book of the summer, but I managed to survive a couple of hot evenings by its aid. — W. R. W. Death on the Diamond — Cortland Fitzsimmons — Stokes: 44 The Chicagoa N A baseball mystery, with sudden, unexplainable death visiting the leading contenders in the pennant race. Plenty of thrills, inside baseball, and action. Although most improbable, the story is so cleverly written that the reader swallows impossible murders in full stride, and gallops ahead for more. — /. McD. Devoted Ladies — M. J. Farrell — Little, Brown & Co. : Jane and Jessica, what a couple of gels they were! A dypsomanical American and her English friend. Miss Farrell's cruel but witty observations rip hell out of London literary folk and the Irish fox-hunting set. — P. McH. The Emerald Murder Trap — Jac\son Gregory — Scribners : Don't miss this mystery story. It sets an excellent pace and keeps it. Enough horror and mystery surround the famous emerald to keep you guessing. — P. B. Escape From the Soviets — Tatiana Tchernavin — Dutton: More memoirs, more hardships and more suffering at the hands of the Soviets. This is undoubtedly a true recital of the har rowing adventures of a woman of refinement but, unfortu nately, comes at a time when the literary market is glutted with Russian memoirs. — J. McD. Faith, Fear and Fortunes — Daniel Starch — Richard R. Smith: Why we have booms and depressions — 'Must we en dure them again? Dr. Starch gives us forceful answers and a 222-page sample of the new science, psycho-economics. He is a psychologist of international reputation, ex-professor of Harvard Graduate School of Business Administration, and a leader in business research. There is much to mull over in this volume.- — M. K. Fire in the Night — Raymond Otis — Farrar 6? Rinehart: The firemen in this tale are Harvard graduates. The hand somest of these fair sons of Harvard is not true to his colors, while the husband (his best friend) is away, but the husband accepts his fate in true Harvard manner and he probably sends the seed that sprouted during his absence to Harvard. Long live Harvard. Notwithstanding the author's liberal Handed ness, his first novel is interesting. — M. K. First Childhood — Lord Berners — Farrar 6? Rinehart: There is not a grain of saccharin in this autobiography. The antics of Lord Berners will fill with dismay many gentlefolk; while others will revel in his humor and stark honesty. — M. K. Gentleman of Vienna — Count Wilcze\ — Reynal 6=? Hitchcock: This volume, lovingly dedicated to his grandchil dren ten years ago, filled with reminiscences of a brilliant gen tleman who knew Napoleon, Wagner, Franz Liszt, Johann Strauss, Alexandre Dumas and other notables, was Count Wilczek's gracious gift. It is a joy to read these recordings published by his family.- — M. K. Honeymoon House — G. M. Attenborough — Stokes: A highly "lit'ry" conversational English novel, all too whimsical and clever for words. The great difficulty in reading it is that you wonder what the deuce it is all about? Pass it. — J. McD. The House in the Hills — Simonne Ratel — Translated by Eric Sutton — Macmillan: Amedee Durras is so busy writing his book, and being intelligent, that he proves to be the jealous invader of this little house in the hills. Isabelle, his wife, finds her happiness in devotion to three delightfully charming children. The characters are startlingly real and interesting, and her psychological insight is quite profound. It is a beau tifully written story; an excellent addition to the permanent shelf. Don't miss it. — M. K. The Hundredth Man — Cecil DeLenoir — Claude Kendall: Here is a lucid exposition of a thrill chaser's battle to cure him self of the drug habit. Mr. DeLenoir's informative autobiog raphy covers his research in London, Paris, New York and Paris underworlds. Decidedly worthwhile. — M. K. Mice for Amusement — Baroness Von Hutten — Dutton: An old plot wrapped up in lots of English atmosphere. The characters try terribly hard to seem English and only succeed in being unconvincing. It might be all right on a summer afternoon if nothing else was offered. — P. B. Old Chicago — Mary Hastings Bradley — Appleton-Century: Just four times better than it was last year. It is now in one volume! — M. K. Mr. Pinkerton Goes to Scotland Yard — David Frome — Farrar & Rinehart: Little Mr. Pinkerton, the most natural character in modern detective fiction, again takes the leading role in unravelling two particularly puzzling murders. All July, 1934 tions, write Dept. 14. New York ... Southampton London ... Shakespeaxe T. R. DESTER Land... Windermere... English Lakes ... Trossachs .. . General Traffic Manager Kyles of Bute . . . Iona & Staffa . . . Caledpnian Canal . Inverness.. Edinburgh.. Durham & York.. Lincoln.. 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It gives a gradual tan without blistering, prevents sunburn and sun discomforts Tube, $1.25 Elizabeth Arden 70 EAST WALTON PLACE • CHICAGO NEW YORK Elizabeth Arden Inc ROME: Elizabeth Arden S.A.I. © Elizabeth Arden, 1934 LONDON Elizabeth Arden Ltd. BERLIN Elizabeth Arden G.m.b.H. PARIS Elizabeth Arden S.A. TO R O NTO : Elizabeth Arden of Canada, Ltd. murders by poisoning are interesting, and this one has an unusual twist that will intrigue the reader. — J. McD. Seven Gothic Tales — Isa\ Dinesen — Robert Smith & Haas: For unique composition, for quaint atmosphere, for novelty of construction and divers related technical features, the volume is a distinct departure from routine. I managed to read four of the seven tales before giving up. Maybe the other three are the best. — W. R. W. Striplings — N- Warner Hoo\e — Dutton: A first novel and one that stands up. British family life, centered around two children, but decidedly not for children. Reminiscent of Margaret Kennedy's Sanger Family in The Constant J^ymph. — D. C. P. The Surrender of Helen— S. H. McGrady — Claude Kendall: English gentlefolk, on a holiday, make a stop-over at a South Seas island where, it happens, a white man resides. The murder of his native girl by one of the visitors and his revenge; and then the visitor's wife comes in. That's Helen, and she surrenders, you see. — E. E. A. Twisted Clay— Fran\ Walford — Claude Kendall: Jean ("Hormones") Deslines is really a delightful little heroine. Not quite like other girls, she is not only that, but also a paranoiac, patricide, a homicidal maniac, a street walker (not by choice), and eventually turns from homosexuality to heterosexuality and then, after her lover goes yellow on her, to suicide. Lovely little girl to have around the house; but the book is an interesting case study. Read it and creep! — D. C. P. Unfinished Cathedral. — T. S. Stribling— Doubleday, Doran: The June Literary Guild selection just missed our June deadline. The grand finale to The Forge of 1931 and The Store of 1932, and to Stribling's social history of the South since the Civil War is exceedingly rich in plot, and the Strib' bling Scottsboro is quite preferable to Hay's contribution — M. K. You Must Relax — Edmund Jacobson — Whittlesey House: A little clinical for me, a bit professional in phrase and view point, but instructive and, no doubt, useful to the type of in' dividual requiring guidance in the matters designated. I'm not at all surprised, considering the tangled state of affairs gener- ally, to learn that it's a best seller. — H. S. Beauty and the Beach Further Details on Tan and Toe-Nails By Lillian M. Cook "Mother, may I go out to swim?" "Yes, my darling daughter!" YESTERDAY'S nursery rhyme is a theme song today, with not only Mother, but Doctor, Teacher and all the beauty specialists egging Daughter on. It is a typical human inconsistency that the era which saw women hying office-ward in millions also made it fashionable for them to look in the summer as if their only occupation were lounging on the beach. Today it is considered commendable to be a poor work* ing girl, but morbid to look like one. Suntan and ultra-violet rays gained the public spotlight almost simultaneously, and we believe the cause of suntan was greatly advanced by the rise of the violet ray machines. Certainly, if rickety babies and neuralgic adults can be restored to health by artificial heat and light, one deduced, the average person can improve his well-being by exposure to the natural, free and pleasant rays of the sun itself. We Americans have a naive reverence for the good things that we have been told are physically "good for us!" Witness the rise of whole wheat bread, tomato juice, hay, straw and raw beef diets, exercise machines and health shoes. Therefore a sense of smug virtue overcomes us as we guiltily turn over for another lazy half hour snooze in the sun and remind ourselves that this is "good for us." In 1927 the long -forgotten white dress suddenly ceased to be archaic, and the dazzling effect of a slim white frock against a glowing brown skin, proved a fashion altogether too suitable to the modern scheme of things to be abandoned at the end The Chicagoan THESE LOVELY LEGS AND FEET, POSED BY MARY JANE BONNEY, OWE THEIR TRIMNESS TO A RECENT MASSAGE AND MAKEUP APPLIED IN THE TOE-TINTING DEPARTMENT AT MANDEL BROTHERS' BEAUTy SALON. of that or any subsequent summer season. Now summer frocks are designed and promoted as a complement to the inevitable tanned skin. With physicians and fashion leaders massed in the cause of suntan, our beauty culturists lose no time in enlisting their services. Now suntan rhymes with summer, and to be part of the picture, you must adopt it, encourage it, or at the worst, imitate it. Acquiring a good coat of tan involves more than a long bake at the beach, and under no circum stances should anyone short of an armadillo attempt to take on a summer coat in a one-day session. Some fragile skins will burn and blister to a downright dangerous degree and, after much agony, heal and present themselves, unequivocably white, and ready perhaps, for more punishment, but never for that coveted natural tan. The person with this type of skin should absorb ultra-violet rays only through a coating of a sun-proof preparation, and will have to be contented with an artificial tan, acquired through jars and bottles. A second group of lightly pigmented skins will endure a preliminary blistering, and emerge determinedly tan. If you have this type of skin, you must use burn preventives gen erously to reduce that painful blistering to a minimum or eliminate it altogether. Some of us burst forth with a healthy and piquant crop of freckles when the sun comes out. Once considered a decided liability, freckles have acquired a definite social standing, and the correct attitude to adopt with them is an utter and disarming frankness. Freckles denote an uneven distribution of pigment in the under surface of the skin, and if you have them, you must take precautions against burning the unpigmented areas. The gods smile on the girl whose skin naturally is of a smooth creamy cast rather than white, or of any of the deeper ivory and olive tones. This natural color indicates an even coat of pigment which is most receptive to suntan, and, with proper care, can be brought to a glorious golden shade, with out burning, and without losing its peachbloom texture. Patience is the first requisite for a good co:it of tan, and the mid-day sun your best accessory. 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While the 7:15 sun does not have the power that it offers at noon, we are finding it most effective, not only in acquiring a coat of tan, but for a relief from screaming, over-wrought nerves and a spine afflicted with type- writer-itis. No matter what type of skin you have, you will find that the beauty manufacturers have done handsomely by you. If you belong to the first group of very delicately skinned persons, you may take your tan or leave it, because for you, Miss, it will have to come in a bottle. One manufacturer, who has handled this suntan situation superbly, offers a glorious bronze- colored liquid that may be smoothed over your face, neck and arms with marvelous results, and a matching cream that not only browns your legs and feet in a moment, but smooths them and hides every blemish. This cream is not only effective when you do not wear stockings, but also through sheer hose. Almost every leading manufacturer offers a protective cream or lotion that may be used as a powder base and finishing lotion for your arms and hands to prevent superficial burning on the street, which, when applied generously, affords adequate protection on the beach. The person who in the past has acquired his tan through gritted teeth needs only to try one of the many delightful suntan oils or sunburn lotions to become enthusiastic. Not only do these preparations, when properly used, obviate much needless suffering, but they induce a softer, deeper coat of tan. Those noble creatures, the men of the family, having borrowed our dark powder and bath oil, should need no urging to keep a bottle of sunburn lotion in their club lockers, to be used before golf and tennis as well as swimming. The darker-skinned individual, who tans easily and naturally also, should use suntan lotions consistently. While this type of person does not have to fear burning to a great extent, she must avoid the stiff, weather-beaten look that results from over-dryness, and these oils and lotions are perfectly adapted to the purpose. 48 The Chicagoan KAUFMANN-PABRY SPORTS CLOTHES WERE DISPLAYED BY MODELS IN THE "FASHIONS FOR THE FAIR" SHOW STAGED MAY 30 THROUGH JUNE 2 BY MARSHALL FIELD AND COMPANY ON THE SWIFT BRIDGE Make-up experts for years have pointed out the importance of different make-up for day and evening, and now agree that if it is advisable to change the tone of one's rouge, lipstick and powder after 6 p. m., it is vital to select new shades for a tanned face. We are partial to blue- reds in winter, but know nothing more ghastly than purplish lipstick with a summer-tanned skin. Over your tan you will want to use one of the; many sun-tarn shades of powder offered by all the better manufacturers. Some houses also offer a powder base in a creamy or tan shade. Your rouge and lip stick must be yellow-red for the tawny shades are a perfect accompaniment to a golden brown skin. Your nail polish should be in a shade exactly or as nearly as possible like your rouge and lipstick. One salon is featuring a nasturtium red rouge, lipstick and nail polish, expecially designed for suntan. Colored toe-nails, which we do not recommend for the street, and only with reservations for evening, we endorse whole heartedly as a note of gay diabolo on the beach. While amusing in themselves, they do make the entire foot painfully con spicuous, and we believe that many sets of doggies will be healthier and happier next winter after their sudden prominence this summer, with the resultant trips to the chiropodist and pedicurist. Almost any adult foot that is not more seriously deformed presents callouses and areas of hardened tissue to the eye. To soften and smooth them, use your favorite cuticle cream or oil. A touch of rouge will put a too-prominent ankle bone into the shadows. One salon recently added a Toe-Tinting department in which you may not only have your nails colored, but may also enjoy a thoroughly refreshing foot massage with a minted green preparation that soften them and shoos away all the aches and pains; and a highly flattering make-up with a smooth cream that leaves your skin soft and velvety, and covers every blemish from toe to knees with a flattering tone of ivory or tan. Consider not only the color, but the luxurious comfort of this treatment and be a girl scout to your World's Fair feet. As a final touch of flattery to your slim brown hands, apply a bit of liquid rouge down the sides of your fingers, shading it lightly toward the tips. The resulting shadow will give an illusion of slenderness. And a last minute tip: If you have seen pictures of Lupe Velez, for instance, with her face ex quisitely high-lighted under a coat of heavy cream, and have envied that luminous, child-like glow, try this formula — suntan cream, diluted to a thin paste with suntan lotion, applied over flcr cuiet Feeling like a world cruise? Want to live comfortably as you go? And really see the world's interesting ports? Then choose the Empress of Britain World Cruise. Go on the ship of ships: The Empress of Britain is twice the size of any other world cruise liner. You'll enjoy your own spacious Empress of Britain apartment. 70% of them have private baths. All of them are airy, with cool ventilation you'll like in tropic ports. You can play tennis or squash on full-size courts . . . swim in one of the most beautiful pools afloat. FROM NEW YORK JAN. 10. Go the route of routes. See seven Mediterranean ports in their brilliant season . . . India in com fortable weather. Cambodia and Angkor . . . Siam. 2 days in Bali, the island paradise. China . . .Japan. With days, not just hours, to really see these fascinating places, because the fast Empress of Britain takes less time en route. 32 famous ports. 130 days. Fares from $2150. Apartment with bath, from $3800. Both include standard shore programme. Details from your own agent or J. C. Patteson, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. Phone: Wabash 1904. Empress ^Britain WORLD CRUISE July, 1934 49 CLEAN THE AIR YOU BREATHE (For Health — For Hay Fever Relief) An AIRGARD in your bedroom window will keep air fresh — shut out dust and dirt IS the air you breathe at night fresh and free from dust and dirt? It is— i f there' s an Airgard on guard . Airgard filters the air which it pumps into the room, keeps it clean, fit to breathe. Pollen, dust, dirt par ticles are removed, thus offering to hay fever sufferers a comfortablenight. Airgard is small, portable, abso- To cover interest and other costs, a somewhat higher price is charged for appliances sold on deferred payments. COMMONWEALTH EDISON Electric lutely noiseless and costs but a few cents a month to operate. Used in many hospitals and clinics in Chicago and elsewhere. See the Airgard in the Health Appliance Section of Electric Shops. Ask about the convenient purchase plan. The cash price, fully installed, is only $76.50. Shops 72 West Adams Street— 132 So. Dearborn St. Telephone RANdolph 1200, Local 1242 FEDERAL COUPONS GIVEN bettings that assure you com plete relaxation and dining enjoyment COFFEE SHOP ROOKWOOD ROOM OLD ENGLISH TAP ROOM Chef Gazabat has catered to royalty "n some of the most famous ho tels and restau rants in France — Edward VII of Eng land. Alphonse XIII of Spain and Prince Alexis of Russia. Now — you may enjoy his incom parable dishes here in Chicago. face and neck. Do not powder or use rouge, but be generous with your lipstick. You'll look like an infant gypsy. Notes on Summer Coolness: The Iced Tea Bar at Mandel Brothers1 Beauty Shop, tended by a young lady in satin slacks and a trim white mess jacket, is an oasis these hot days. Just try to pass it up after half an hour under a dryer. . . . Curtis, whose Oak street shop is fanned by lake breezes, is enlarging it to include several new booths decorated in Wedgewood blue and white, a cool combination, overlooking a charming English garden, spotted with flowers and flagstones. . . . At the Lukas Salon de Beaute, a solarium is the big drawing card. Instead of the usual nap with the shades drawn during your facial treatment, you may enjoy a sunbath on a cot. We-told-you-so-department : Not only has Russia recently become cosmetic conscious, but she is soon to have salons that compare with America's. Mme. Helena Rubinstein is now on her way to establish the first beauty salon of its kind under the present regime in Russia. To acquire a coat of tan use: Helena Rubinstein — Special Sunburn Oil. Elizabeth Arden — Sunburn Oil, Honey or Cafe color. Dorothy Gray — Sunburn Cream. Marshall Field Beauty Salon — McGregor Sun Smooth Oil. Prince ~Matchabelli — Tanabano Sun Oil. Daggett & Ramsdell — Perfect Sun Brown Oil. Tussy — Anti-Sunburn Foundation Cream. Lentheric — Sunplexion Cream. Hudnut — Contour Cream feeds skin, gives tan. Kathleen Mary Quinlan — Beach oil for sun tan. To avoid tan and burns use : Elizabeth Arden — Sunpruf Cream or Ardena Protecta Cream. Helena Rubinstein — Sunproof Cream or Sun and Windproof Cream, or Lotion. Dorothy Gray-— Sensitive Skin Cream. Daggett & Ramsdell — Perfect Protective Cream or Perfect Finishing Lotion. Hudnut — Milk of cucumber and orris. Houhigant — Quelques Fleurs Skin lotion. For a synthetic tan use: Elizabeth Arden — Bronze Stain, for arms, Velva Beauty Film for legs and face. Helena Rubinstein — Water Lily Snow Lotion in Rachel. Dorothy Gray — Suntone lotion. Mandel Brothers Beauty Salon and Stevens Powder Box — Jaquet, Les Neige des Alpes Lotion; Jaquet, Rose-Tan Liquid Powder. Daggett & Ramsdell — Complete makeup for dark brunette. Hudnut — Du Barry liquid face powder in light tan or dark tan. Marie Earle — Liquid Powder, sun tan, and ochre to use without makeup. Suntan shades in powder: Elizabeth Arden — Light and Dark Lusetta. Dorothy Gray — Tawny Rachel and Suntone. Helena Rubinstein — Mauresque. Daggett & Ramsdell — Brunette No. 2. Stevens Powder Box — Jaquet Rose Tan. Marshall Field Beauty Salon — Americe, Mirage, McGregor, "Ochre Beige." Hudnut — Du Barry in light tan, dark tan. Marie Earle — Sun tan, ochre, Soliel. Houhigant — Dull finish powder in Rachel Fonce or dark ochre. Lipsticks and rouges to use with tan: Helena Rubinstein — Water Lily Poppy or new shade called Evening with cream rouge to match. Elizabeth Arden — Nasturtium. Dorothy Gray — Sunset or Tawny. Stevens Powder Box — Jaquet, Copper Beach. Mandel Brothers Beauty Salon — Hollyhock, Peony and Carmesi. Marshall Field Beauty Salon — McGregor Firefly, Americe Claret. Daggett & Ramsdell — Raspberry cheek rouge and Raspberry lipstick. Houhigant — Dull finish rouge in 2 or No. 5; dull finish lipstick in shades or orange. Nail polishes to use with tan : Peggy Sage — Fire Engine Red and Mahogany. Elizabeth Arden — Nasturtium. Dorothy Gray — Coral. Mandel Brothers Beauty Salon — Chinese Lacquer, Brilliant Cherry, Oxblood Red. Stevens Powder Box — Shell. Marshall Field Beauty Salon — Cherry and Tile. Also remember: Waterproof Mascara — By Elizabeth Arden, Dorothy Gray and others. Liquid Rouge — Harriet Hubbard Ayer. Lip Pomade — White and greaseless, a new product by Elisabeth Arden. Ogiluie Sisters' Protecshun — a grand oily tonic; applied before ven turing into the sun, it prevents hair and scalp from becoming dry. 50 The Chicagoan Extra Inning Game (Begin on page 21) you have to talk to him, Rose. You're as bad as a matinee girl. Just a rough-neck ball player.'" "You'll never make me believe that boy's a rough-neck, not with that accent." "Wish you could see him in citizens' clothes. Lots of girls like you got fooled during the War." Herman pops to Critz. Klein hits safely. But Ott corrals Cuyler's fly. Rosemary notes that Charles Barrett is lithe and graceful as he speeds up his pitching. And his fingers are very long. Stainbac\ drives a hard one through the infield, sending Klein to third. Another Giant pitcher starts to warm up. Grimm hits another foul down the first base line. Barrett retrieves it and with a bit of the old whimsey in his gesture tenders the second baseball to Rosemary. Her eyes laugh back into his, as she demurely shakes her head. He tosses the vagrant pellet to the first base umpire. The other bull-penners applaud. Grimm fouls again, and then nearly breaks his bat, swinging at a third stri\e. Seventh Inning. Hartnett pic\s Hubbell' s foul out of Judge Landis box. The devastating Mr. Barrett thinks he has warmed up enough, strolls back to his seat under the railing. He starts a remark, catches Blaine's glance, a glance devoid of enthusiasm, and controls himself. Rosemary opines : "I've decided to be for New York." "You would," retorts Blaine. The atmosphere is getting a little thick. And, as though inspired by Rosemary's partisan ship, Moore triples along the right field foul line. On a squeeze play Critz is out, Bush to Grimm, but Moore cavorts home with J^ew Yor\'s fourth run. Terry's smash has power behind it, but the ball goes right into Stainbac\'s hands. "I'll bet you a fifth of Scotch against half a doxen pairs of hose that New York wins." It is a lousy bet, but Blaine rather fancies himself buying hose for Rosemary. So it's on. Jurges and Hartnett both hit to their favorite spot, the left field bric\ wall, but Moore gets both drives. The Cubs seem to be find'ng Hubbell's curves. Bush swings at three, insulting the seat of his pants by sitting down on the third stri\e. Eighth Inning. Barrett starts to warm up again, but not before, braving Blaine's baneful glance, he ventures: "Looks as though your bet were in the bag." "Bounder," growls Blaine. Ott singles over Herman. Vergez, hitting late, lines one right into Grimm's glove, who doubles Ott off first. "Don't some college men become ball players, Blaine?" "Yeah, a few from Siwash." Billy Herman ma\es a great play on Wat\ins' grounder, way bac\ of first, and throws him out. On a signal from Terry, Barrett begins to burr* 'em in, as Hubbell goes out for his half of the eighth. "Look, Blaine, how fast Barrett is throwing the ball now." "Rose dear, I'm sick of hearing about that guy." "All right, be rude." "Sorry." Head of the Cubs' batting order English ta\es two balls, a stri\e, a third ball. He wal\s. Billy Herman's bunt is pluperfect. Vergez, dashing up li\e a com' muter running for the 8:05 , oversteps, the ball. Both men safe. "Home Run, Chuck!" shrieks Blaine and twenty thousand others. "What's happening, Blaine?" The answer, if any, is wafted away in the uproar. Klein fouls to the bac\ screen. A ball. Another ball. A stri\e. "Whang!!! Klein's mighty triple rolls to the flagpole. "Blaine, do sit down, you nearly knocked my hat off." "Rose, did you see it? A triple!" "What's a triple?" Terry, Ryan and Mancuso confer with Hubbell. The stands roar: "Take him out." But they don't. On the first pitch, Hubbell hits Cuyler on the shoulder. Terry walks over to Hubbell again. More heavy conference. Hubbell walks to the dugout. Terry A Name that Stands for Good Furniture Chat L/ou Jrlay Jjeiter Jvnow l IRWIN FURNITURE e © :; The Irwin Showrooms at 608 S. 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"Take the rookie out! Get a pitcher." Ten thousand feet beat in unison on the concrete. "This Barrett of yours is a lemon, Rose." "Nuts to you." Jurges hits the first one. A line drive. Right into Ryan's hands. Cuyler can't get bac\ to third in time, and is doubled. Barrett returns to the dugout amid the polite applause of two night-club entertainers and six traveling salesmen, all from New York. Ninth Inning. Bush pitches with the spirit of hope renewed. Jurges goes over to the foul line for Ryan's short fly. Mancuso fans. "Oh, look, Blaine, Barrett is going to bat." "He'll fan out." Barrett tosses aside the extra bat and steps manfully to the plate. Ball. Stri\e. Ball. Slappo! The ball lands bac\ of second, bounces a couple of times before Stainbac\ stops it. "He hit it. I told you he would." "Must have been a mistake." Barrett prances gracefully about first. Moore is up. Stride. Ball. Ball. A foul to the stands. Ball. "This is the one, Guy." Stri\e! "Here's Barrett out of the box." where they knock your friend 52 The Chicagoan "Blaine, you're getting positively vindictive. I think you're actually jealous." "Well, old dear, I do think it is rather sore taste to come to a game with a fellow and rave the whole time about some rube ball player." "You're absurd. Can't you take it?" "Well, of course, if you're just kidding — " Hartnett up. Ball. He hits one of his long ones to left field. Anyone else would have reached second standing up. Hartnett ma\es first, and Hac\ goes in to run for him. Bush bunts the first one. A good bunt. Hac\ ma\es second easily. Bush is out, Vergez to Terry. English up. "Come on, you Woody!!" "Don't you think Barrett is graceful when he throws?" "No!" Stride. Crack} Critz makes a beautiful stop near second Gets the batter at first, but Hac\ is on third. Herman up. Stri\e. Ball. Foul. Hac\ dances along the third base line. Barrett winds up slowly. He throws. Bingo! The ball is two feet over Ryan's upstretched hand. "Ataboy, Billy." Herman could have borrowed five dollars in five thousand places at that, moment. "Oh, Blaine, did New York lose?" "And how." "Anyway, it was a great game." "Great, and you owe me a bottle of Scotch." As Charles Barrett walks dejectedly from the box, Rose mary could have sworn that he looked sadly down towards the bull-pen. BOX SCORE NEW YORK CHICAGO Ab R English, 3b 4 2 Herman, 2b 4 1 Klein, If 4 1 Cuyler, rf 2 0 Stainback, cf~~ 4 0 Grimm, lb 4 0 Jurges, ss 4 0 Hartnett, c 3 0 Hack 0 1 Bush, p 3 0 Ab R H P A J. Moore, If 5 12 2 0 Critz, 2b 11113 Terry, lb 4 0 19 0 Ott, cf 4 12 3 0 Vergez, 3b 4 0 0 13 Watkins, rf 4 0 2 10 Ryan, ss 4 113 5 Mancuso, c 2 0 0 6 0 Hubbell, p 3 0 0 0 1 Barrett, p 10 10 0 32* 5 11 27 9 32 4 10 26f 12 *Hack ran for Hartnett in ninth. fTwo out when winning run was made. Chicago 001 000 031—5 New York 100 011 100—4 Errors — none. Runs batted in — -Klein (3), Herman, Stainback, Moore, Ott, Critz, Terry. Two base hits — Critz, Moore, English. Three base hits — Klein, Moore. Home runs — Ott. Sacrifices — Herman, Mancuso, Critz, Bush. Double plays — Hubbell to Ryan to Terry; Jurges to Herman, to Grimm; Critz to Ryan to Terry; Grimm (un assisted); Ryan to Vergez. Left on bases — New York, 7; Chicago, 6. Base on balls— Hubbell, 3; Bush, 3. Struck out — Hubbell, 5; Bush, 6. Hits — Hubbell, 8 in 7 innings; Barrett, 3 in 2 innings. Hit by pitched ball- — Cuyler. Losing pitcher — Hubbell. Umpires — Moran and Quigley. Time— 2:0? That night. The search-light throws shadows on the pool at the Saddle and Cycle, on the leaves floating in the dark green water, on stiff shirts grayish in the night, on the soft curves of women's backs. Rosemary and Blaine walk from the terrace towards the pool. They pass close to an elderly couple with a young man in tow. They stop still. The older man speaks. He is none other than Endicott Adams, resident partner of Cabot, Lowell & Company, the well known Boston bond house. "Rosemary, I want to present my nephew, Charley Barrett. You remember, he pitched for Yale and beat Harvard twice last year. Now — " Sports (Begin on page 29) the confab. . . . That's easy. . . . Hitler was telling Mussolini that Camera had better be careful with these fights in America. . . . Look at what hap pened to Schmeling. . . . Since wrong guesses have dogged my trail for so long, kindly recall this department's prognostications on the Ross-McLarnin and the Baer-Carnera scrambles. . . . Give a look at Rogers Hornsby and the St. Louis outfit which he called a "nondescript bunch of ball players:" . . . They're giving bookmakers headaches. . . . Slightly over 50,000 saw the Baer- The Parfait Coiffures Designed By Arnold Fax His skillful art is just one of the many individualized services offered in Mandel's Beauty Shops. 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A triple champion and he has to go to New York for action. . . . Things are picking up. . . . All except me. ... \\ J.K. // (Begin on page 17) have deliberated with concern over the consequences. There is another banker story that in his later years Mr. Keeley seemed to enjoy with special zest in his reminiscent moods, which were frequent. "Did I ever tell you about the banker up on the north side that I killed? "No? Well, I did, just as surely as if I had drawn a gun on him. "We got our tips and went to work on this fellow's story and got the goods on him plenty. He didn't know that we were after him, either. "The night we put the story to press I called a reporter and gave him the banker's name and address." Keeley grinned with dramatic recollection. "And I told him to go stand across the street as early as the paper might be delivered there. He was to wait there and stay there until something happened. When it did, whatever it was, he was to call me immediately. "A little after seven o'clock the banker came out in his dress ing gown and picked up the paper. He put it under his arm and went back into the house. In about five minutes my re porter heard a revolver shot. He dashed across the street and into the house. The banker was dead. And I had a report by 7:20. I was up waiting for the call." It appears that the Keeley dynamics be gan to bear evidences of a slight coloration of business conscious ness as a secondary phase of his development. He was never to get far from the mental status of the police reporter in all his career, but either as a consequence of promotion to the gen eral managership of The Tribune or by the inspiration of the advent and rise of Hearst newspapers in Chicago, Keeley func tioned on an ever widening canvas, and matters outside and above each morning's page one attracted his attention, notably circulation. The old Tribune, like many or most newspapers of the pe riod, was sold to its subscribers on premium plans. The cus tomer bought a set of dishes, an imitation ormolu clock or some teaspoons, and the year's subscription to the paper was thrown into the bargain. When the Hearst newspapers came to Chicago they brought with them all the known methods of circulation promotion and the exciting principle of selling head lines. Arthur Brisbane and Foster Coates, both romancers trained in the Pulitzer school and brought to exquisite flowering of technique on Mr. Hearst's newspapers in New York, were visiting itinerants, pouring excitement into the Chicago Hearst staffs. They gave crackling orders and Moses Koenigsberg, resi dent news editor, vibrated in sympathy with the bosses and amplified their crackles into bellows and roars that became 400 point type on the first page of the Chicago Evening American. The Hearst papers, with their thrills and their comics and their typographical detonations, sold and grew, in spite of all that Mr. Keeley's Tribune and Mr. Victor Lawson's staid and solid old Chicago Daily 7<[ews could do about it. The situation tightened and got hot. Steps were taken to ex clude the Hearst newspapers from the newsstands. There was a technique for that, too. Fist and black jack and knife and gun came into the newspaper circulation struggle and the struggle became a war. It was a war so real even as late as 1912, and probably much longer, a typical newspaper plant in Madison Street had a three bed hospital on the top floor, with a head surgeon and assistant in charge, a day and night staff of lawyers and a bag of cash for bonds stowed with the night cashier. Most spectacularly able of all the Hearst circulation men of the period was Max Annenberg, a stalwart who had come up to circulation managership from a beginning as a newsboy in Maxwell Street in Chicago's dense westside, even as Keeley had come from a like environment and culture in Whitechapel. Annenberg, who has these many years gone on to fortune and major activities in the publication field in New York, un like most of his hirelings, of the school of the Altmans, Gus Gen tleman and redheaded "Boston Tommy," was equipped with as much brain as brawn, as quick to think as he was to hit. And he could palm a pig of linotype metal as though it were a snowflake, which was sometimes handy in the extreme. It was in the nature of the inevitable that Annenberg should interest Keeley. Annenberg and much of the Hearst technique went over to The Tribune, beginning in the circulation depart ment and rapidly spreading coloration over all the rest of the paper. Annenberg knew headlines that would sell. Presently The Tribune began to carry them. It soon became apparent that The Tribune was departing from its ancient conservative tradition to become in effect an afternoon paper published in the morning, with bulldog editions, extras and all the devices of excitement. Like Homer, who "when he smote his blooming lyre" made everyone's songs his own, Keeley was willing to add anything effective to his kit of tools. C>HICAG0 became the most exciting, ani mated and exacting newspaper town in the world. It recruited its staffs mostly from the vital lusty centers of the West. Hell was to pop and the Chicago American went up to seventeen regular editions a day, with extras, according to the news edi tor's hunches, in between. New York reporters introduced to Chicago on a quiet day thought they had stepped on a war, and a Chicago rewrite man visiting Park Row got the impression that New York's journals were about to suspend. Whereas in more polite centers reporters had long since learned to avoid making life and work unnecessarily hard, evolv ing a cooperative method of covering the news, in Chicago every reporter tried to be a Keeley. The drive for scoops be came terrific. In easy consequence here reporting was only a part of the method. It became known about that newspapers would pay for hot news tips. Then came elaborate systems of hired espionage in high and low places, in public concerns and private. Keeley made, and subsequently declared, news a com modity, somewhat like wolf scalps, perhaps. Reporters in the pride of their craft fought to get the news by sheer assault, but they too learned to buy. It is amusing at the moment for the writer to recall a speech to his editor: "Millions for expense accounts, but not a cent for raises." It may be added to the eternal credit of the Chi cago newspaperman that the expense account cheaters were few and not honored among their fellows. It is also here to be recorded that the Chicago newspapers ruled by the Keeley concept stood behind their reporters with a faith and trust beyond compare. This is no idle generality. In the course of conducting The Chicago Tribune's annual Christmas campaign, "The Goodfellow" fund, in the generous hearted war year of 1914, I handled thousands upon thousands of dollars in cash contributions without supervision or bond. Atop the confidence implied was the fact that I had a schem ing social worker secretary who, one night while I was out of town on assignment, called E. S. Beck, the managing editor, to charge me with misconduct of the campaign and appropriation of funds. He made no investigation, but gave me instructions to "wring her damn neck." Orders were orders. 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BENEDICTINE methods and international affairs. He appears to have harbored deep a respect for British tradition. It was a bit of Keeley bantering with Northcliffe which first brought to fame The Tribune's super-office boy, Jimmy Durkin. Squat little Jimmy was born to his part. He came from some where "back of the yards." He was one of those ordained never to grow up. Within his limitations he held extraordinary pow ers, particularly of memory. Jimmy knew the telephone num ber, office and residence of every really important man or woman in Chicago, including the "silent" numbers. He knew the location of every fire box in the City of Chicago and a telephone number that tied to it. Seldom free to go to a fire, he was Chicago's greatest fire fan. When the fire signal in The Tribune office rang out its code messages, Jimmy would stand, at his post between the city edi tor and the pneumatic copy conveyor, with one ear cocked. In a moment he would sing out the location, and in his bossy little way, maybe an assignment. "Hey you younger set," he would cry out, addressing him self to the sector of the local room frequented by the cubs, "there's a fire in Sangamon Street — call Hogan's saloon — Blank 0000, and ask him what's burning across the street." Keeley was proud of this Durkin and, as a performance in mass journalism, he raced him around the world against an office boy dispatched by Lord Northcliffe. Naturally Jimmy won, because he had nothing on his mind but the race. JBy reason of consequences, it is probably accurate to say that in one move, the acquisition by The Tribune of Walter Howey, Keeley brought about his most marked influence on American journalism. Mr. Howey, be it known, now engaged somewhat more quietly with publication affairs in New York, was the editor about whom that bitter, burning play, The Front Page, was written. The whole school of Ben Hechtic drama grew out of Chicago's gutty journalism. The story of Howey and Keeley reaches deep into Chicago, so deep in fact that part of it is under Lake Michigan. From somewhere out of the West, Fort Dodge, Iowa, as I recall it, came this lad Howey a bit after the turn of the cen tury, to Chicago and that great newspaper training school the City News Bureau, the co-operative newsgathering organization of the Chicago daily press. There was a very early and sharp contact between Keeley-the-mighty and Howey-the-then-obscure, but that, too, is another story. We come then to the time of the administration of Fred A. Busse, just another of those mayors of the great city of Chicago. George Wheeler Hinman was the publisher of a paper known as the Chicago Inter-Ocean, in curious circumstance. The In ter -Ocean was founded and fathered by that celebrated figure of Chicago's history, the late Mr. Charles T. Yerkes, of traction fame, and some of it malodorous. The purpose of the paper was the support of the more able than scrupulous Mr. Yerkes and his pursuit of franchises. Today nothing but an observatory dedicated to the interrogation of the stars remains to do honor to his not too glorious name. But when the Inter-Ocean, tool that it was, had served its purpose, he gave it to its able and more honorable editor, Mr. Hinman, and housed it, wrapping tlr gift in a proper package, in the little gem of a home that was the "Inter-Ocean Building." Together with the paper Mr. Hin man acquired an electric light plant which served a few important squares in Chicago's loop district. What the Inter- Ocean failed to make the light plant paid. The dynamos kept the newspaper alive. And came Samuel Insull a-building his public utilities and the great Commonwealth Edison Company. The Hinman plant was in his eyes a considerable ulcer on the power and light map of Chicago. 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They made it three, and they made the brick out of clay from the tunnel. They charged for excavating the clay as clay, and they charged it over again on the assumption it was rock. That was only a part of it all, but enough to show the system. It chanced that one day before Howey 's story was printed Mr. Keeley sent for him and said : "Would you care to be the city editor of The Tribune?" and mentioning, ever so incident ally, a figure about four times Howey 's current salary. "I'd like that very much," replied Howey, "but I've a job to finish up for the I-O." "Oh, by the way," Keeley came in, "how are you getting along with the Busse investigation?" "If that's the idea," replied Howey, "I don't want your job." It seems that it was not precisely the idea, or the idea that Keeley got at the moment. Howey got two months to finish his inquiry and went over to The Tribune, his black bag along with him. 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It is interesting, however, to record again that when a senate investigating committee got Mr. Keeley on the stand in Wash ington there was this passage of interrogation : "Is it your policy to buy information?" "It is." "Is that policy peculiar to The Tribune?" "It is not — news is merchandise, anywhere." Keeley had a long, cold memory, for some things. There was by way of example that night when he walked into the local room to hear Walter Howey in a pro tracted telephone argument with one of Chicago's great and mighty citizens, who was insisting the while that a story involv ing him should not be printed. Keeley grinned and sat down to a bridge telephone to listen. When the discussion had gone as far as he cared to listen he interrupted: "Mr. , seventeen years ago, on the sixteenth of December, a reporter for The Tribune came to see you. You called your butler and had him thrown out into the snow. That reporter was James Keeley. He is speaking now. I bid you good night." WHILE much has been made of the Keeley successes, little is recorded of his failures. His most amazing journalistic disasters were concerned with humor. Keeley en vied the success of the Hearst comics and sought endlessly and fruitlessly to compete with them. He sent to London for the famous Tom Brown, greatest of British cartoonists of his day. Mr. Brown drew about three cartoons in Chicago. He pro duced one with Irish dialect in the balloons and thereupon the Chicago Irish rose up and blew him out of town. Britain hav ing failed him, Keeley turned to Germany. Jugend, he ob served, was a great continental success. He imported practically all of the Jugend art staff. What Jugend thought was funny was well near unprintable in Chicago. The German invasion was over, at vast cost, in a few weeks. Little as he liked it, Keeley had to turn to the Hearst or ganization to find a comic cartoonist. There he acquired Sydney Smith, who for years struggled not so very successfully with a goat-man character called "Old Doc Yak." It was not until well after Keeley had gone and Joseph Medill Patterson, the ardent student of vaudeville journalism and the likes of the masses, hit on the very, very human "Andy Gump" notion that Smith achieved a first rank success and The Tribune won a top notch cartoon feature. And speaking of art, one is reminded that the only drawing that Keeley ever conceived with success was a militant cam paign against the public drinking cup. Frank King, creator of Uncle Walt and Gasoline Alley in more recent years, had just come over from the Hearst papers. He drew a picture of a reeking bum drinking in a park from a public cup, to be fol lowed a moment later by a toddling baby. A few of these car toons wiped the public drinking cup out of existence — and founded the paper cup industry. Second only to the Lorimer campaign was the Keeley administration's crusade against the advertising doctors of Chicago. I am wondering still whether Mr. Keeley was more motivated by the fact that the quacks were preying upon the public or the realization that a competing morning paper down the street, edited by his cordially disapproved con temporary Mr. Andrew M. Lawrence, was taking the doctors1 advertising at eight dollars an agate line and collecting enough to pay the mechanical costs of his paper thereby. When he could serve public righteousness and take a swat at Andy with the same motion the opportunity was well near perfect. The operation of the war against the quacks naturally fell to Walter Howey, city editor, and most naturally he fell to it. The doctors specializing in "private diseases" had built a tre- SPEAKING ABOUT PILLOWS— "Puttins clean ticks on pil lows which haven't been properly cleaned on the in side is like powdering your face without first cleansing your skin." 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They used shudder copy in their advertising and they evolved a technique by which no sucker escaped. If perchance he had one of the dread social diseases they prolonged it until he was shaken clean of all his money. If he had only a premonition they could take care of that too. The cost was about the same. Howey, the most hechtic dramatist of them all, set out to snare the doctors. He looked over his staff and elected to the major role an able reporter in the person of the slight, snappy, black haired and boyish faced Mr. Ben Ezra Kendall. Mr. Ken' [ dall was sent to one of Chicago's most able and ethical venereal specialists and was pronounced pure. Howey then opened a number of bank accounts under assorted names, in such odd sums as $214.28, and the like. According to schedule Ben called in turn upon the doctors. His story was a Howey sce nario. He was a shipping clerk, or a jockey, or most anything, but the crucial element was his predicament. With bonafide tears — how Ben could cry — he explained to the doctor reception ist that only a few days before, in celebration of his coming marriage, his friends had given him a bachelor dinner. It had been a very wet dinner and there was a dance act. That much he could remember, but there was a blank until sometime the next afternoon when he awoke and there were hairpins in his bed! Now could it be? And was he OK to go on and get married? This situation of course called for an ex haustive examination. In one room he was stripped to the hide, and ushered through to the next, where there were forests of impressive apparatus. While the examiner went over Ben, the assistant in the room behind went through his clothes, and al ways found a bankbook. When the diagnosis was complete J3en found he had indeed been infected with something terrible, and that the cost of a cure, by his wedding day, was always something close to the balance shown in the bankbook he was carrying for this call. The fee was payable in advance. Probably the best of all the diagnoses that Ben collected was that of Old Doctor Erlich who found him suffering from an acute and dangerous case of specificus gravitus. When The Tribune at last let fly its series on this subject there was excitement indeed. The quacks were disturbed no end. Then came from the nowhere a peerless leader, a militant in their behalf. He suggested a meeting of counsel and it was duly held at the Palmer House, the old Palmer House where thisre were silver dollars in the bar room floor. That peerless leader was none other than Mr. John Lovett, today the execu tive head of the Michigan manufacturers' association in the mo tor city of Detroit. Big John, of sonorous voice and amiable called the meeting to order, and signaled his Tribune photog raphers, who stepped forward with cameras at the ready as John pulled the flashlight, which ended the meeting. To expedite the campaign the late Mr. John Lawson, large and able, a rewrite man on the Howey staff, strolled about of an afternoon calling on the quacks. His message always was "When are you going to get out of town, you etc., etc." The exodus began presently. The Tribune made valiant pic torial boast of its triumph the day that the biggest of all the quack signs was taken down and hauled through the loop. "And now," observed Mr. Keeley, "we have, I fear, destroyed a lot of the public" faith in doctors, real doctors, and we must do something about that." So it came that The Tribune es tablished a health column, conducted then and, until his retire ment with honors on June 17 of this year, by the able Dr. Wil liam A. Evans, who was at the time Chicago's health commis sioner. That was the beginning of health columns in news papers across the nation. The department proved for The Tribune an important circulation builder. It still runs, now un der direction of Dr. Irving S. 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Their good ale gives them all the cooling qualities of beer with all the kick of the strong drinks. So they cut down on their strong drinks, go up in their ale, and remain cool-bodied and cool-minded all summer. D d clever, these Canadians. Drewrys Strong Ale now made in the U. S. A. is exactly the same in taste and quality as Drewrys of Canada. A poor, cheap, thin, cloudy ale is rather discouraging. A good ale is a glorious summer drink. Canada's Pride Since 1877 NOW BREWED IN THE U. S. A. THE DREWRYS LTD.. U. S. A. 180 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, 111. nounced the greatest sentimentalist of them all, Laura Jean Libbey. The Marquis of Queensbury as a sporting editor was another stellar idea of the time. Mr. Keeley's Tribune imported the affable Marquis at some expense and with considerable fanfare. The Marquis liked Chicago jolly well and said so. He was extremely pleasant about the Press Club, too. It appeared, however, that there had been a slight misunderstanding. It was his father, you know, who had had the boxing rules named af ter him", and the contemporary Marquis of Queensbury did not give a merry hoot about boxing or other strenuous sports. He presently sailed for home, wondering a bit, too, don't you fancy? It was Keeley's idea that The Tribune should be sold for a cent and ballyhoo was to sell it as The Tribune was never sold before. Billboards bloomed with the line, barefacedly copying Barnum: "The Greatest Show on Earth — 1 cent." In easy sequel came the line on billboard and masthead: "The World's Greatest Newspaper." I wonder what the publishers' code of fair practice has to say about that, now? Probably nothing. With its showmanship The Tribune grew at an increasing rate of acceleration. Circulation and earning power piled up new totals month by month. E. S. Beck, as managing editor, who had come up from The Tribune's city desk, knew more about what Keeley wanted than Keeley did. Howey on the city desk had unlimited seal for the fray on the news front, and the courage to go even farther than the daring Keeley could imagine. Howey elaborated, refined and built upon the Keeley newsgairhering technique until he made it really his own. The reporto::ial staff became a Howey machine, asking nothing, ex pecting nothing but the opportunity to engage in feats of skill and, too often, bravado. When the midnight edition of the paper went to press the departmental chiefs and editors gathered at the Overset Club, a dining room on top of The Tribune building, and there was mighty conference, and considerable badinage. Two new figures came to sit in the ses sions of the Overset Club, the young and interested sons of the widow owners of The Tribune, Joseph Medill Patterson and Robert R. McCormick. These young men, having very de cidedly grown up and played about, were now seeking a niche in the world and in the exciting Tribune enterprise. They listened and marveled. They liked to hear those newspaper chaps talk. The Overset Club menu acquired an abundance of excellent wine and a line of Coronas, all calculated to encourage the flow of conversation. In fact the Club got so appealing that some of its members came down at midnight on their nights off. All of this acute attention on the part of Patterson and Mc Cormick presently made the observing Keeley aware that The Tribune was not always to be his personal domain. These young men worshiped, but they also understudied. Keeley might have remained with The Tribune all his life, and at his own terms in dollars, but a post emeritus or even par ticipation in management was not to his liking. He would be czar, or nothing. They came to an understanding and in 1913- 14 Keeley went away on a world tour. When he returned he was no longer The Tribune, or with The Tribune. Now Keeley could think of nothing but another newspaper, another Chicago newspaper, and of all things another morning paper. He was wishing, of course, for another Tribune, and he set out to make one, without really knowing how. After all the reporter is not the newspaper. He gathered the support of John G. Shedd, Roger C. Sullivan, Victor Lawson, Samuel In sull and Julius Rosenwald. They bought for him the moribund Chicago Inter'Ocean and the Chicago Record Herald, which he combined into The Chicago Herald. He got the paper and a bankroll of a million dollars. He spent it quickly in exploita tion — and found that a million is not very much money in the metropolitan - newspaper world. He had taught The Tribune all his tricks, endowed it. with all that he could give. He had built of it a citadel that even he, on the outside, could not take. For a brief period the executives of The Tribune watched Keeley's new paper with a vast concern. They expected devastating performance. 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The end came for Mr. Keeley at his home in Lake Forest. Mrs. Keeley, the former Gertrude E. Small, who was Sunday editor of The Tribune when they were mar ried in 1895, died in Carcassonne in 1927. They are survived by three daughters: Mrs. Graham Aldis, Mrs. Luther Ham mond, Jr., and Mrs. Cabot Brown. Keeley left The Tribune at the top of his career and at the age of forty-six years. Subsequent events indicated that the tradition had outgrown the man, that he was in fact not a super man, that he was at his best a reporter and an excellent city edi tor. Chicago has had now nearly three decades of Keeley type journalism, flaming with crusades against abuses of government and this and that. The results, such as they are, need no elaboration here. One of Keeley's prideful memories of his mellower later years was that as a London newsie he sold papers to the great Glad stone. Both Jim Keeley and Jim Durkin were impressed by names. Music and Lights Night Life in Town and at the Fair By Patrick McHugh WE'RE sorry we weren't in that night you called, but, you see, what with so many openings and all, and the Fairgrounds to cover, and so. Probably the musical scoop (we couldn't quite bring ourself around to saying "beat") was the Congress Hotel's Mr. Kauf man's signing up of Eddy Duchin (make a "y", youse daily muggs), orchestral idol of New York, for the Joseph Urban Room. It was a nice surprise, and it's a grand spot for Duchin and his outfit. He's never before been heard here in person, though his radio work and his Victor records are familiar to the natives. Duchin, still in his early twenties, has had rather a meteoric rise to the top of the musical ranks in New York where, at the exclusive dine and dance rendezvous, the Central Park Casino, he made such a sensation. As a dance band he and his bandsmen are at tops, and Duchin himself on the piano is something to stay in Town for, even on a hot night. (The Urban Room is always delightfuly cool.) One of our favorite records, if you don't mind the homey touch, is Duchin and band playing K[ight and Day. (He was recording for Bruns wick at the time, if our memory holds up.) Featured with Duchin will be Robert Royce whose popularity at the Congress earned him an unprecedented eighteen months' engagement. Royce, who has just recently returned from a holiday in California, has turned down many New York offers, preferring to return to the Congress where he won his musical spurs and so much local popularity. Another brilliant addition to the Town's nightlife is the new French Casino (the old Rainbo Gardens) recently set in motion by Jack Huff, long a local night club The Santa Fe conditions THE SANTA FE is now engaged in a huge AIR-CONDITIONING program . . . Every Santa Fe Limit ed now carries certain air-condi tioned cars — This includes all Fred Harvey dining cars. In six short months the Santa Fe has cut fares, sleeping car cost, dining car prices; slashed running time and AIR-CONDITIONED much equipment. SPEED— COMFORT— ECONOMY— SAFETY Santa Fe is the Cool Summer Way CONSULT . . J. R. Moriarty, D. P. A.. SANTA FE RT. 179 W. Jackson St., Chicago, III., Phone: HAR. 4900 or Dearborn Sta., HAR. 9830. When You Buy Wines &*&*§# ^fo«E«rt; Make sure what you are getting! The production and handling of fine wines is an art learned only from long experience, from being born and brought up with them. Since 1857— for three genera tions—the nameMOUQUIN has stood for the very finest in wines and liquors. Follow the lead of the finest hotels, clubs, restaurants, and dealers — look for the Mouquin trademark on the wines, vermouths, cordials, and liquors thatyou buy. It is an absolute guar antee of quality. Insist upon it when you buy! MOUQUIN, __ INC., 160 East j Illinois Street, Chicago. 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Carl Hoff (formerly Hoffmayr) and his orchestra and Noble Sissle and his outfit play for the dancing and the three nightly shows; and Emil Boreo and a dosen or more entertainers head the imported company. Probably the next ray of moonbeams on local night life is the fact that the marvelous Veloz; and Yolanda are back in Town — this trip at Mike Frit^el's Chez; Paree. At the moment their most intriguing routine is the Veyola, a creation of their own and, as you might have guessed, named for them. The dance was designed essentially for ballroom use and isn't particularly intricate, but it is rather a sensation when offered by the extraordinary pair. Lita Gray Chaplin and Peter Hig- gins, vocalist, are featured in the current Chez; Paree show, too. Henry Busse and his boys make the music, and of course the Adorables are as personable as ever in new routines and costumes. Buddy Rogers, and his California Cavaliers are back at Col lege Inn with six new bandsmen and innumerable dance tunes, so Herr Jules Braun has probably ordered a large supply of menu cards for the hungry autograph-seekers. Rogers sings and takes a whee at practically every instrument in the band, featuring his vocalizations with Jolson's Goin To Heaven on a Mule and She Reminds Me of You. Jack ("Screwy") Douglas, with plenty of new stuff and nonsense and songs is with Rogers. And little Jackie Heller aisles 'em. 1 he Drake's new fun spot, the Silver Forest, is one of the Town's most intimate summer rendezvous. Created and designed by Ben Marshall. The Drake has gone off the Gold Standard in favor of the silver, with the former Gold Coast Room now silver-leaved under a canopy of blue representing the sky. The pillars have been covered with a flat white paint brought into prominence by additional decorative white grape vines and silver clusters of grapes. Blue and silver canopies, simple but tremendously effective, surround the entire room, while the lighting is produced through silver balloons, each containing a small light. Pierre Nuyttens has a grand show and Earl Burtnett and his orchestra play. MARGUERITE VAN SICKLE DEMONSTRATES THE ORNATE HEAD DRESS SHE WEARS IN THE QUETZAL DANCE, MEXICAN VILLAGE in the coolness of this charming english basement studio a permanent ivave is a delight curtis "creator of chic bobs" beauty salon INDIVIDUAL • Our service in your deco rating problems will aid you in translating your personality into your interior architecture, decorations and furnishings . . . comfortably within 1934 budgets. Watson & Boaler INCORPORATED 722 North Michigan Avenue CHICAGO JANE ESTABROOKS Household Registry I has the answer for household problems proi • individualistic service • trained help only • select nurses governesses Del 6142 49 E. Oak Distinctive Permanent Waves for Discriminating Women Modishly done by Chicago's most experi enced special ists. 7 W. Madison at State Room 903 Central 6363 ^____ AMERICAN CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC Karleton Hackett, President ; John R. Hattstaedt, Vice- President and Manager Offers courses in all branches of music and dramatic art. Catalog mailed on request. Ad dress — Secretary, Kimball Hall Bldg., 300 S. Wabash Ave., Chicago. 62 The Chicagoan Atop the St. Clair Hotel, twenty-two stories above the lobby, is the Town's only open-air, dine and dance roof garden — the Sky Tavern. There Franz Ploner and his orchestra, just back from a trip around the world, nightly toss melodies into the clouds — with Ploner at the baton, the violin and the vocal end. The orchestra is rather unique; it can swing into three distinct types of orchestrations at a moment's notice : straight American, such as jazz and semi-classical, Latin-American offerings of tangos and rhumbas, and the soft music of the string ensemble. For six months now Romo Vincent has been master of cere monies at the Terrace Garden of the Morrison which is rather clicking. The "Ton of Fun11 is that, too. But then, he has something to work with— Clyde Lucas and his California Dons in the bandshell, the beautifully trained Ainsley Lambert Ballet and a cool, handsome, popular spot in which to work. The new show is expertly offered with startling costumes and routines. Showboy Harlem, Jr., the little colored bucko is still there and, now, has a partner — one Annabelle, a cute little black youngster who sings and dances. Jule Alberti, the "stream-lined maestro," is waving the baton at the Via Lago and creating quite a sensation with his Colum bia Broadcasting orchestra. Featured with Alberti (who, by the way, is a nephew of Harry Hershfield, famous comic strip art ist) are Louise King, "blonde beauty of the ballad,11 Madelon Baker, "stream-lined songstress,11 Marvin Wetzel, Chet Lowe, Lee Knight and Benny Gill. The high spot of the floor show, The Via Lago Vanities of 1934, a Grant Murray production, is "Eve11 and her daring Leaf Dance. The high spot of the Empire Room show in the Palmer House, if it be possible to pick one act out of such a great show and call it the "high spot,11 is The Leopard Lady, thrillingly and colorfully presented by Stone and Ver non. Larry Adler, with his extraordinary harmonica, garners rounds of applause, too. Lydia and Joresco, quite properly tagged "poets of the dance," remain. Ted Weems and his winning music, the Four Californians, Gali-Gali and the Ab bott Dancers compose the rest of the show. Eight members of the Abbott International troupe are playing various English and Continental spots, and their places have been taken by as many girls from another of Miss Abbott's units. Frances Dahl BLOOM VIRGINIA DEAN, BLONDE DELIGHT OF THE DRAKE BALLET NOW DOING THEIR ROUTINES IN THE DRAKE'S SILVER FOREST WORLD-FAMOUS HOTEL. . JidinauULl L if tante Waldorf patrons prefer to stop here for many reasons. Its central location, at the heart of things. The sparkling gayety of social life that centers here. Above all, the private-home charm of all Waldorf rooms . . . the truly personalized services. Chicago office of The, Waldorf, 333 North Michigan Avenue. Telephone: Central 2111. THE WALDORF-ASTORIA PARK AVENUE • 49TH TO 50TH STREETS • NEW YORK tftfUWE SHOW ClU6 JT 20S2 NO. HAL ST CD ST. *" Truly the Smartest Place About Town This charming dining and wining rendez vous is without parallel among Chicago's night clubs. Its hand-carved beauty and in triguing atmosphere has won acclaim from the elite of Chicago. Its three bars and numerous private dining rooms are the talk of town. DUSK TO DAWN AFTERNOON TEA DANSANTS EDDY HANSON I EARL SMITH AND HIS 8-PIECE BAND I and his "Tunesmiths" NO COVER OR MINIMUM CHARGE 10 MINUTES FROM THE LOOP PHONE DBVERSEY 9668 e il _ W£i? Subscription Blank One Year, $2 00. Two Years, $3.50. Three Years, $5.00 CI4ICAGOAN 407 SOUTH DEARBORN STREET CHICAGO Enclosed please find $ covering year subscription to The Chicagoan Magazine under new rates printed above. Name Address City DN< [ "2 Renewal July, 1934 '1.50 DINNER 5:30 to 9 P.M. $1.00 SUPPER 9 P.M. till Closing WE PARK YOUR CAR S hours 50c — 8 hours 75c MORRISON HOTEL LEONARD HICKS, Managing Director Telephone FRANKLIN 9600 Piccaninny Barbecue 3801 W. Madison Street MMMMMmmmmmmm! ! Have you never tasted crisp BARBECUED SPARE RIBS? It's a thrill for the novice and the epicurean's delight! Also chicken, beef, pork and ham sandwiches dipped in our famous PICCANINNY SAUCE. eat atWAGTAYLES THE FOOD IS VERY GOOD THEY ARE OPEN Al.L THE TIME Loyola near Sheridan — opp. L Station EDDY DUCHIN, WHO, WITH HIS FAMOUS CENTRAL PARK CASINO ORCHESTRA, IS NOW IN TH E URBAN ROOM OF THE CONGRESS HOTEL MAURICE SEYMOUR remains in the Empire Room as captain of the present group. Following a formal opening which quite rivaled the days of Paul Whiteman at the glamorous Edgewater Beach Hotel, Harry Sosnik and his orchestra have settled down on the band stand of the Beach Walk with much acclaim ringing in their ears. The Beach Walk, too, has introduced a pair of dancers new to Chicago — Wes Adams and Lisa, whose exotic interpre tive dancing has created a definite sensation. The Sky Room is another of the Town's newest and most novel night havens. It's atop The Stevens, some four hundred feet above the street, and opens out onto cosy balconies from which vantage point the brilliantly lighted, colorful Fairgrounds is spread; before the guests. It is the only roof garden overlooking the Lake, and is a grand spot for those seeking refreshing breezes. Keith Beecher and his or- chestra provide the music and the entertainment is headed by Myrio and Desha, famous for their interpretive dances, and Jeanne Goodner, a swell little acrobatic dancer. Teddy Majerus1 L\Aiglon continues its charmingly urban, but withal merry, way with the same old band and entertain ment, and, most important, the same chef who for years has made L"Aiglon an institution to the Town's smart diners out. Popular at the moment in the cast of entertainers are Dan Devitt and Bill Olufs, purveyors of sophisticated songs or any request number a guest can name, who accompany their har mony with guitar and banjo. Audrey Call does classical violin recitals and Jage Page's orchestra makes the dance music. The very pleasant After The Show Club at 2052 North Halsted, with its hand-carved, massive woodwork and unique atmosphere, has introduced a new policy to the Town's night Visitors to Chicago Your stay will be incomplete . . ¦ Unless you DINE Italian Restaurant 645 N. ST. CLAIR ST. (One Block East of Michigan) No matter if you've traveled all over Europe, you've never tasted finer food than we serve. A choice of the tastiest dishes, prepared in true Italian style . . . and served in a manner preferred by those of sophisticated tastes . . . Come . . . and enjoy memorable meal. It's Nice to Dine Out-of-Doors at the CAFE BRAUER delicious food cool comfort delightful scenery In the Heart of Lincoln Park Inner Drive opposite Center Street Lincoln 0009 Luncheon 60c Dinner $1.00 SMORGASBORD Delightful warm weather foods served in quaint old world sur roundings. You'll enjoy helping your self from a big hospitable table heaped with chilled, delicious appetizers. Luncheon — Dinner Cocktail hour at 5 o'clock <<apttofi#tDEben,, 101 1 Rush Street Delaware 1492 MAURICE SEYMOUR BETTY OLDS, ONE OF THE LOVELY ABBOTT CANCERS WHO STEP .NIGHTLY IN THE EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE I Colonial Tearoom— €324 Woodlawn Ave. J 64 The Chicagoan 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 both day and night ; 'Cause smart folks dine and use my bar — They come from near they come from far 5 I'm just a figure on the wall — But all the same — | give me a call ! The TAV€&n Walton Place, east of Michigan | VISITORS and CHICAGOANS Take a Cab and Say IH.WBJJXD MO* Jl] World's Greatest Fish House Snappy Cocktails of CRABMEAT, CLAMS, SHRIMPS SELECTED BEVERAGES SEA FOOD LUNCHEON, 50c DELICIOUS Lobster and Fish Dinners Wonderful Midnite Sea Food Suppers AND A LA CARTE SERVICE 632-4-6-8 N. Clark Street life. With a large number of strolling singers and musicians to serenade the guests at the three bars and in the several private dining rooms, Manager Jack Deynser has adopted a strict ruling of "no tips accepted." Over on the Fairgrounds you have your choice oi dozens, at least a good bakers dosen, of night harbors where you may rest or click your heels, depending on your pleasure at the moment, and sit and sip long, cool drinks and watch floor shows both of American and foreign types. In Streets of Paris there are many gay night spots. From the Cafe de la Paix, on the Lido, you can witness the floor show headed by the Duncan Sisters and Mona Lesllie, the diving Venus. Thaviu's orchestra plays for the show and for dancing. On the Canadian Club Pier you have the Canadian Club Cafe with Frankie Masters and his orchestra, and what more can you ask? The Masters floor show is headed by Dorothy Denese and her Panther Dance, a sensational number if we ever saw one. In the Mexican Village Serge Oukrainsky, famous ballet maestro, has created a notable bit of entertainment. Authentic' ally correct in details as to history, custom and tradition are the songs and dances presented in the extravaganza in the true Mexican manner. Lenore Felden, American premiere; Tina Noriega, Mexican premiere, and several other Mexican dancers head the floor show. And we still haven't covered a quarter of the Fairground's night rendezvous. CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT (Continued from page 8) PEARSON HOTEL— 190 E. Pearson. Superior 8200. Here one finds the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak refinement. HOTEL BELMONT— Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2100. Quiet and refined, rather in the Continental manner. BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. The Eitels have always been known as the most perfect of hosts. THE LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Rendezvous of the town notables; equally notable cuisine. '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. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match. Luncheon — Dinner — Later FISH BAR AND RESTAURANT— 32 S. Michigan. Where one may enjoy the same fine cuisine that the Miller High-Life fish bar on the Fair grounds has. RESTAURANT LEOPOLD— The Oasis, 23rd St. entrance, Fairgrounds. Patrons of last year will remember the superior cuisine and entertain ment. FUTABA — 101 E. Oak. Superior 0536. Real Japanese dishes, complete suki-yaki dinner prepared on your table. THE SAN PEDRO— 918 Spanish Court. Wilmette 5421. Authentic old tavern setting with food that pleases North Shorites who gather here. There are several famous specialties. FISH BAR \<fc/ RESTAURANT 32 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVE. Designed for those who appreciate the most de lectable of food and drinks — superbly prepared — correctly served. Luncheon 35c. 50c. 75c. — De Luxe Dinners 85c- $1.25. Evening Specials 9:30 to I A. M. — 2 A. M. Sat. AT THE FAIR MILLER HIGH LIFE FISH BAR AND RESTAURANT On Northerly Island at Fourteenth St. ESljoy dining again on our terrace overlooking the North Lagoon. Thrill to the superb pano rama of the Fair Grounds. Luncheons, 50c to 70c; Dinners, $1.25 Daily Specials Featured All varieties of sea foods, steaks, chops and . chicken. Appetizing snacks. BOTH UNDER THE PERSONAL DIRECTION OF HAZEL M. THORUD. Particular care is exer cised in the choice of wines and liquors. Have your favorite drink mixed by a well- trained bar- man. 2% ARE EXPERTS Among high-ball drinkers, 2% are experts in making a high ball; 8% can do a pretty fair job; the other 90% haven't the most remote idea what it is about. But they can very easily learn. Order from nearest fancy dealer a dozen or so of BILLY BAXTER CLUB SODA or GINGER ALE Get booklet Florence K— for the asking. With the booklet Florence K and a supply of Billy Baxter the merest novice can do the work of an expert, because the whole Billy Baxter self-stirring idea is set up by experts. Why serve friends shabbily when they may be served de luxe, and so easily, with self- stirring Billy Baxter. RED RAVEN SPLITS, Chejwick, Pa. OTTO SCHMIDT PRODUCTS CO. 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BOSTON, MASS. Founded 1819 Oldest Distillers of Rum in the M.S. GIBBY'S— -192 N. Clark. Dearborn 6229. Gibby Kaplan's smart place with an attractive round bar and excellent cuisine and able bartenders. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. A noble old German establishment with good, solid victuals, prepared and served in the German manner. WAGTAYLE'S WAFFLE SHOP— 1205 Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. Another north side spot popular with the late-at-nighters. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able catering, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish service and food stuffs. You'll leave in that haze of content that surges over a well-fed diner. ROMAN ROOM— 645 St. Clair. Superior 2464. In the beautifully deco rated new M. & C. Italian Restaurant and the handsome Balbo Bar; where leisurely dining and wining may be enjoyed. PICCANINNY— 3801 W. Madison. Kedzie 3900. Where the choicest of barbecued foods and steak sandwiches may be had; their specialty is barbecued spare ribs and they are as near divine as food can be. THE TAVERN — Hotel Knickerbocker. Superior 4264. A smart, unique wining and dining room with clever murals. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0840. Corned beef and cabbage and other good old Arri^rican dishes. PHELPS & PHELPS COLONIAL TEA ROOM— 6324 Woodlawn. Hyde Park 6324. Serving excellent foods in the simple, homelike Early American style with Colonial atmosphere. HORN PALACE— 325 Plymouth Court. Webster 0561. Excellent cuisine and a bar with bartenders who really know the art of mixing. MISS LINDQUIST'S CAFE— 5540 Hyde Park Blvd. Midway 7809. The only place on the south side serving smorgasbord. Breakfast, luncheon and dinner, and strictly home-cooking. MRS. SHINTANI'S— 3725 Lake Park. Oakland 2775. Interesting Japanese restaurant specializing in native suki-yaki dinners. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. Famous old establishment unsurpassed in service of seafoods. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. What with its lovely little courtyard, it's something of a show place and always well attended by the better people. MILL RACE INN— Fox River Bridge, Roosevelt Rd., Geneva, III. Built in 1837, quiet, restful atmosphere on the river's edge. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Wabash 1088. The critical tastes of th-e clientele give unneeded stimulus to the chef. CHARM HOUSE— 800 N. Michigan. Superior 4781 . At the Old Water Tower. Quaint, beautiful interior, excellent cuisine and service and reasonable prices. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Fine foods and Spanish atmosphere. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be without orchestral din. FRED HARVEY'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Superiority of service and select cuisine, and its" tradition, make it a favorite luncheon, tea and dinner choice. CAPE COD GRILL— 330 S. Dearborn. Webster 1912. Modeled after an old New England tavern, with seafood, steaks and chops and choice liquors. CAFE BRAUER— Lincoln Park at Center St. Lincoln 0009. Where you may dine outdoors on dishes of a chef who outdoes himself. THE VERA MEGOWEN RESTAURANT— 501 Davis, Evanston. A smart dining spot where Evanstonians.and north siders like to meet and eat. PITTSFIELD TAVERN— 55 E. Washington. State 4925. Always a delightful spot for luncheon and tea while shopping, and for dinner later. A BIT OF SWEDEN— ION Rush St. Delaware 1492. Originator of the justly famous Smorgasbord. Food in the atmosphere of Old Sweden. Cocktail hour at five o'clock. 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. Everybody's Going to Gibby's This exquisite new restaurant is 70° air-cooled and luxurious with a modern round Bar and table lounge. Here you can linger to talk — over your cocktails and a de lectable cuisine. Our 50 cznt luncheon is the talk of the town. Luncheon, Cocktails, Dinner GIBBY'S Dearborn 6229 192 N. Clark Second Floor • THE • RED STAR INN Carl Gallauer, Proprietor The favorite German restaurant of Chicago for over 35 years. Real German food served in the genial atmosphere of an old time conti nental restaurant . . . and now the finest of imported and domestic wines and liquors. 1528 N. CLARK ST. Del. 0440-0928 A Radiant Personality can be given to the most drab- looking house or apartment by the careful planning of backgrounds and colors, and a wise selection of furniture and accessories. An interior decorator can save you money, and knows what is new and up-to-date. 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Our cellars, since 1854, have uninterruptedly held reserves of Champagne wines. G. n. MUMM CHAMPAGNE (SOCIETE VINICOLE DE CHAMPAGNE, SUCCESSORS) AND ASSOCIATES, INCORPORATED LA MAISON FRANCAISE . . . 610 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW V O It K CITY, N. Y. ©1934 This advertisement is not intended to apply in States where sale or advertising of wine is unlawful. BANFF SPRINGS HOTEL Facing the high Peaks of the Fair- holm Range. A mile-high play ground filled with glorious adventure. LAKE LOUISE and EMERALD LAKE in the Gwadian Rockm PLAY IN THE HIGH PEAKS.. WHILE PRICES LINGER AT LOW LEVELS! NO wonder people talk about a Banff vaca tion the rest of their lives. There's nothing like Banff's mile-high golf . . . such enchanting trails to ride and climb . . . such marvelous swimming in huge, warm sulphur or clear, fresh-water pools . . . Excellent tennis courts . . . Dancing to luring orchestras ... A social calendar . . . Good motor roads . . . and to an already bulging program of sports and recrea tion, there is added trout fishing in well- stocked waters ... or you can just loaf and rest. Lake Louise, one of the most heavenly places on earth, is but forty miles from Banff . . . Five intriguing, well-constructed Chalet-Bungalow Camps with private cabins and inexpensive ideas are nearby. Variety for a whole summer of memorable adventure. The rates for 1934 are exceptionally low— (Hotels open to September 10) — Banff Springs Hotel, European Plan: Single $5.50 up, Double $8.50 up; Chateau Lake Louise, European Plan : Single $5.00 up, Double $8.00 up; Emerald Lake Chalet, American Plan: Single, $7.00 per day, Double $6.50 per person 'per day. Sub stantial reductions for stays of one week or more. Special rates for families. Low Summer Round'Trip Rail Fares (Return Limit October 31) to Banff, North Pacific Coast, California, Alaska. Also, Special Short-Limit Round-Trip Fares. Lake Louise ... as you see it from the terrace in front of the Chateau. Q*H 1/UeeL August 20 to 25 Banff Springs Gold Club Prince of Wales Cup (No Handicap) and Wiilingdon Trophy (Home Club Handicap.) Both tournaments open to any amateur in good standing in any recognized golf club. Suitably engraved miniature cups to winners. THOS. J. WALL, Canadian Pacific General Agent 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago . . . Telephone: Wabash 1904 an l^tUlt ALL-EXPENSE TOURS $50 $60 $70 LOW COST VACATIONS 4 DAYS ... 1 day at Banff, 2 days at Lake Louise, 1 day at Emerald Lake . A 11 Expenses 5 DAYS ... 1 day at Banff, 2 days at Lake Louise, 2 days at Emerald Lake. A //Expenses 6 DAYS ... 2 days at Banff, 2 days at Lake Louise, 2 days atEmeraldLake..4//Expenses Tours Begin At Banff or Field All are first class. All include transpor tation from Banff to Field (or Field to Banff), lodging, meals, 126 miles of Alpine motoring. Stop-overs on pay ment of following daily rates for Room and Meals: Banff Springs Hotel— $9.00; Chateau Lake Louise — $8.00; Emerald Lake Chalet— $7.00. Add Railroad Fare From Your City to Field, B. C.