September ; 1934 <Th Price 25 Cents e CHICAGOAN Vj ' >%n . I ! !» *. * #rr m^g#\r- 1T1JfL * *»$L.. » ., , • • ¦ • .^m Severest Critic — By tVilliarn C. Boy den Lohr of the Fair — By Milton S. Mayer The Casual Camera — By A. George Miller * GONE AWAY ACROSS THE BLUE GRASS. MR. JOSEPH B. THOMAS FOX HOUNDS IN THE VIRGINIA PIEDMONT COUNTRY J31e WHI S KEY^ Leading Hunt Clubs In the rolling Virginia coun try they sip Seagram's Ancient Bottle Rye. In the Blue Grass of Kentucky they cheer for Seagram's Bourbon. At the famous Massachusetts hunts they praise the mellowness of Seagram's V. O. and Seagram's "83." Wherever gentlemen gather to enjoy good sport and the pleasure of congenial companions, Seagram's is the favorite. For today, when stocks of well-aged FAMOUS SEAGRAM BRANDS: SEAGRAM'S V. O. • DISTILLERS SINCE 1857 distillers of Seagram's Celebrated London Dry Gin whiskies are running low, men who choose whiskey as carefully as they do a hunter or a hound have found the perfect answer in Seagram's. Seagram's bottled-in-bond whiskies come to you from the world's largest treasure of fully aged Ryes and Bour bons. They have been dis tilled in the best tradition of fine American whiskies. Every drop is at least five years old. At your club or in your home . . . say "Seagram's"— serve Seagram's to your guests. For, as men who know good whiskey have learned . . . today, tomorrow and next year you can "Say Seagram's and Be Sure." SEAGRAM S "83' SEAGRAM S BOURBON ANCIENT BOTTLE RYE PEDIGREE RYE & BOURBON ? 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Before you complete Fall decorating plans see: OUR MODERN BUDGET HOUSE ON THE EIGHTH FLOOR MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY September, 1934 Contents for SEPTEMBER Page THE FAIR FROM THE SKY RIDE, by A. George Miller 1 DUDLEY CRAFTS WATSON, by Sandor 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 6 EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE 9 CHICAGOANA 1 1 MASQUERADE, by Ty Mahon 16 SEVEREST CRITIC, by William C Boyden 17 LOHR OF THE FAIR, by Milton S. Mayer 21 SHINGLISH FROM THE SHELF, by Gault Macgowan 23 HAROLD F. McCORMICK, a portrait 24 IN THE GARDENS AND ON THE BRIDGE, by Karleton Hackett 25 THEATRICAL ODD LOTS, by William C Boyden 26 FANNY BRICE, a character study 27 SEPTEMBER TRAVEL URGE, by Carl J. Ross 29 THE WEEK-END HOUSE, by Kathryn E. Ritchie 31 HOME LIFE OF A DANSEUSE 32 DISSA AND DATA, by William R. Weaver 33 URBAN SHOWERS 34 THE CASUAL CAMERA, by A. George Miller 35-46 THE SILLY SEASON IN SPORTS, by Kenneth D. Fry 47 CROWNING GLORIES FOR FESTIVE FALL, by Polly Barker 48-49 TOMORROW'S MODES, by The Chicagoenne 50-51 THREE ROOMS 52 READIN' AND WRITIN', by Marjorie Kaye 54 SEEIN' CHICAGO, by Roland C. Thompson 61 JUNGFRAUJOCH, by Marie Widmer 65 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Donald Campbell Plant 75 Special LAKE T^ound ^xcur$ion GENEVA Trip ^ oo SANDOR PRESENTS A SUITABLE MODERN ESCUTCHEON TO MR. DUDLEY CRAFTS WATSON OF THE ART INSTITUTE 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 25c. Vol. XV, No. 1, September, 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. Member Audit Bureau of Circulations 1/1/lJvl/LOU l^1/Vf is a passion with them College girls glory in the classically right thing • Scotch tweeds, Shet land wool sweaters, and make-up by Daggett & Ramsdell • For the Daggett & Ramsdell beauty formula is so simple-yet-thorough that it is a constant delight to their hearts • Four steps — that's all — but it does the job gloriously! These four elements of the Daggett & Ramsdell make-up formula are in the Cosmetic Section: Perfect Protective Cream in Naturelle, Rachel, and Brunette tones,75c Perfect Rouge,cream or cake form. Light,Medium, Raspberry shades,$1 Perfect Face Powder of delicate yet clinging texture. 5 skin-tones, $1 Perfect Lipstick with a soothing cold cream base. Priced at ... $1 FIRST FLOOR— Also in Our Evanston and Oak Park Stores m n r 5 h n l l field & company September, 1934 STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays unless otherwise indicated.) Musical ZIEGFELD FOLLIES OF 1934— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Fannie Brice and the Howard Boys, Willie and Eugene, head a noble company in a grand, big, beautiful show with plenty of laughs and lyrics. GILBERT AND SULLIVAN FESTIVAL— Stud eba leer, 418 S. Michigan. Har rison 2792. Including "H. M. S. Pinafore," "The Gondoliers," "lolanthe," and possibly others. William Danforth, Frank Moulan, Herbert Watrous, Roy Cropper, Vera Ross and Vivian Hart head the casts. Drama FRESH FIELDS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Margaret Anglin and Alexandra Carlisle in Ivor Novello's comedy of London manners. SHAKESPEARIAN REPERTORY— Globe Theatre, Merrie England, Fair grounds. Forty minute tabloid versions with four changes daily, pre sented by very able actors. SHOWBOAT DIXIANA— North branch, Chicago River, at Diversey Park way. "No Mother to Guide Her" is being played at the moment, and much fun, too. CINEMA THE AFFAIRS OF CELLINI— Frank Morgan outdoes himself and steals from the starred Fredric March and Constance Bennett a suavely ribald, superbly cast, costumed, directed and altogether magnificent comedy. (Don't miss it.) TREASURE ISLAND— Wallace Beery, Jackie Cooper, Lionel Barrymore, Lewis Stone, Chic Sale and innumerable players of comparable calibre in an elaborate, colorful and wholesomely gory enactment of Robert Louis Stevenson's boy classis. (Yes, indeed.) THE MAN WITH TWO FACES— Edward G. Robinson contributes a spec tacular performance to an improbable, over melodramatic and other wise negligible play. (If that's enough.) THE LADY IS WILLING— Leslie Howard assumes the light touch and imparts to a slender story enough of humor and skill for all practical purposes. (Might as well.) ONE NIGHT OF LOVE— Grace Moore sings Jeanette MacDonald and the rest of the screen sopranos under the table in a magnificently cast, staged, scored and directed comedy drama pertaining to an operatic star and her good Svengali, the latter superbly portrayed by Tullio Carminati. (See and hear it.) THE WORLD MOVES ON— Franchot Tone, Madeleine Carroll, Louise Dresser, Reginald Denny, several thousand extras, several small fortunes worth of scenery and an even century of story time in a tremendous telling of a trivial tale that drags interminably. (Skip it.) SHE LOVES ME NOT — Bing Crosby, Miriam Hopkins and a sprightly cast in a rah-rah comedy with tunes. (Never skip Crosby.) THE GREAT FLIRTATION— Adolphe Menjou and Elissa Landi are almost as good in this as John Barrymore and Carole Lombard in the similar ^'Twentieth Century" until the director gets serious about it all in the last ten minutes. (Stay until then.) PARIS INTERLUDE— Madge Evans, Otto Kruger, Robert Young, Una Merkel, Ted Healy and as many more of like ability in a strident, stupid story worthy of less than the least of these. (Spare them.) BACHELOR BAIT— Stuart Erwin, Pert Kelton, Skeets Gallagher and a goodly company make much money and merriment in the matrimonial bureau business. (Catch a laugh.) HAT, COAT AND GLOVE— Ricardo Cortez and ill assorted associates suffer immeasurably at the hands of author, director, camera and sound men in the sorriest picture of the season. (Read "Timber Line.") THE OLDFASHIONED WAY— W. C. Fields continues his hilarious ascent of the comedy throne. (Don't miss it.) MIDNIGHT ALIBI — Richard Barthelmess in a Damon Runyon story de feated by occasionally flimsy dialogue and inadequate performance. (Never mind.) HANDY ANDY— Will Rogers sells out the old corner drug store, this time, and never stops being Will Rogers and the sanest entertainer on the screen. (Surely.) HERE COMES THE NAVY— James Cagney and Pat O'Brien are the Capt. Flagg and Sgt. Quirt of a somewhat less rowdy and amusing affair featuring the country's sea defense. (Maybe.) GRAND CANARY — Warner Baxter is another one of those doctors in another one of those situations doctors are always getting into in pic tures and out of without missing a call in real life. (Forget it.) OF HUMAN BONDAGE— Leslie Howard and Bette Davis give fine indi vidual performances in a materially altered and extravagantly censored (for Chicago) story that wasn't filmable in the first place. (See them.) BULLDOG DRUMMOND STRIKES BACK— Ronald Colman and Warner Oland stage a terrific all-night contest of wits in a London fog, with villains in every shadow, and with Charles Butterworth and the script supplying a plenty of high if slightly implausible humor. (Have a laugh a-nd a thrill.) SPORTS Baseball — Home Games AMERICAN LEAGUE— Detroit vs. White Sox (double header), Sept. 3; New York vs. White Sox, Sept. 5, 6, 7, 8; Washington vs. White Sox, Sept. 9, 10, II, 12; Boston vs. White Sox, Sept. 13, 14, 15, 16; Phila delphia vs. White Sox, Sept. 17, 18, 19, 20; Cleveland vs. White Sox, Sept. 21, 22, 23. At Comiskey Park. NATIONAL LEAGUE— St. Louis vs. Cubs, August 31, Sept. I, 2; Cincin nati vs. Cubs, Sept. 25, 26; Pittsburgh vs. Cubs, Sept. 27, 28, 29, 30 (Finale). At Wrigley Field. Golf NATIONAL AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP— At Brookline, Sept. 10 to 15; Caddy Masters' Championship at Park Ridge, Sept. 10; C. D. G. A. Handicap at Sunset Ridge, Sept. II; C. D. G.A. Handicap at Brook- wood, Sept. 20; Champion of Champions Event at Bunker Hill, Sept. 30. Yachting CHICAGO YACHT CLUB— Gehrman Trophy, Pup Class, Sept. I; Gehr- man Trophy, Sept. 2, 3; Annual Autumn Regatta, Sept. 22. JACKSON PARK YACHT CLUB— Annual Michigan City Race, Noble Trophy, Sept. I ; Lutz Trophy, Sept. 7, 8, 9. SHERIDAN SHORE YACHT CLUB— Shipping Board Series, Star Fleet, Sept. I. OFF THE RECORD GEMS FROM GEORGE WHITE'S SCANDALS, PARTS I, II— Brunswick. Victor Young and his orchestra, with Bing Crosby, Boswell Sisters, Frank Munn, Connie Boswell, the Mills Brothers. It's a twelve incher and in cludes "That's Why Darkies Were Born" and "Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries." (So you see it's not from the film.) One for the library. LONG MAY WE LOVE— Brunswick. And Irving Berlin's "I've Never Had a Chance," both played by Glen Gray and his Casa Loma orchestra. JOHNNY GREEN MEDLEY, PARTS I, II— Brunswick. With Johnny himself on the piano, including "I Cover the Waterfront" and "Easy Come, Easy Go." AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED— Brunswick. Reverse, "Dancing on the Rooftop," both by Freddy Martin and his orchestra. A LAZY DAY IN THE SUN— Brunswick. And "Freckle Face, You're Beautiful." Ted Fio Rito and his band, with Muzzy Marcellino singing, do both. BORN TO BE KISSED— Brunswick. And "Rolling in Love" from "The Old Fashioned Way," played by Freddy Martin and his outfit. WHY NOT?— Brunswick. Reverse, "I Didn't Want to Be Loved," from "The Social Register," well done by Hal Kemp and his boys with Bob Allen and Skinny Ennis singing. THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU— Brunswick. Reverse, "Sleepy Head," from "Operator 13," both played by Victor Young and his orchestra. (Continued on page 77) 6 The Chicagoan Spend your allowance for this three-piece suit and in one swoop you will have bagged yourself a costume of unbeatable smartness, that you can wear every day, all day long if you want to . . . for everything from week-ending in the country to cocktailing at the Drake. And if that isn't thrift, what is it? Made of Kenwood's famous matched tweeds in fog blue — the misty new shade reminiscent of autumn haze. The suit, belted in front, only, for slimness has big patch pockets, and that sturdy topcoat is double-breasted! KENWOOD WOOLENS 550 north Michigan avenue COUNTRY CLOTHES SMART ENOUGH FOR TOWN • SUITS FROM $2250 . TOPCOATS FROM $2950 September, 1934 ^ MARTHA WEATH ERED Presents Les Deaux Boulevardiers • Green tweed suit with yellow and green paisley blouse and kerchiefs. Brown felt hat with yellow and brown pon pon. • Dark grey crepe mirage two-piece, with large silver snail shell buckle and clip. Hat of brown antelope felt, grosgrain trim. ^ fflaAha ' VUeaikered cJliofys C H IC AG O In the Drake Hotel and Directly Opposite / at 950 N. Michigan Boulevard 8 The Chicagoa^ EDITORIAL THE CHICAGOAN has been unique among the major American maga zines for many years as the one that didn't flaunt its private correspon dence, particularly its correspondence with its readers, before the defenseless eye of the paid subscriber. For this modesty it has been mildly chided on more than one occasion. It appears, believe it or not, that Americans have retrogressed, or progressed, as the case may be, to a variety of interest, a commonalty of cause or something like that, which prompts them not only to read each other's mail but to like to. Accordingly, we doff herewith the mantle of reserve which we have so resolutely wrapped about us and join our frank contemporaries, not to ape them — oh, never that — but to show them the way. Thus : On the theory that letters from readers are not invariably interesting, coherent, nor even in good English — and it's no theory, is it, Time? — this progressive publication is going to give its lucky readers the other end of the stick. Instead of printing letters from readers to the Editor, so that, the Editor can show what a brilliant fellow he is by typing an impudent and possibly comic rejoinder immediately after each, The Chicagoan is going to print the Editor's letters to readers and let everybody read them. And whether the Editor prints the answers he gets from his addressees is still going to be his own business, thus preserving a treasured shred of the modesty abandoned in response to public demand, but we rather think he will. His first letter is to — Herr Karl Eitel Bismarck Hotel 171 W. Randolph street Chicago, Illinois. DEAR HERR EITEL: I have been informed that your estimable company is sponsor of the pic turesque Old Heidelberg Inn — if that's the name of it — lately come to the old Randolph theatre site en Randolph street near State, an architectural accomplishment and an adornment to a thoroughfare that could do very well with quite a bit more of the same. I have not yet sampled the unquestionable excellence of your cuisine in this new setting for the perhaps odd and not wholly satisfying reason that every time I make up my mind to enter and partake of at least a stein of Pilsner those chimes of yours start in banging out My Wild Irish Rose or another equally appropriate ditty and I am stopped in my tracks, to wonder and to envy. Which brings me to the point of this letter. I should like to learn, if you will be so kind as to enlighten me, who it is in what room of the City Hall or County Building that one has to talk to in order to get permission to stop traffic on a downtown street every few min utes, and draw pedestrian attention to one's place of business, by means of a noise- (pardon) sound-producing device capable of being heard at a distance of two or more kilometers on a still, clear day. My reason for enquiring is this: I have an idea that we could do the newsstand men who sell The Chicagoan a lot of good if we could set off twenty-one charges of nitro glycerine on our corner every time a new issue comes off of the press. Whom do I have to see? Respectfully, The Editor. Mr. Frank Crowninshield Editor, Vanity Fair Graybar Building Lexington avenue at 43 rd street New York, N. Y. DEAR MR. CROWN IN SHIELD: The September number of your splendid magazine has come to this desk in due course — which is to say, after the advertising staff has perused it care fully — and I have read Mr. Lawrence Martin's article, Chicago: Hardboiled and Proud of It, with a perhaps natural interest. Possibly the title states some what baldly a fact of which we plainsmen are less swankily boastful than is good for us, a moot question, but the hell with it — a title's a title and don't I know it. But maybe you'll tell me why Mr. Martin, whom I assume is Professor Lawrence Martin of Northwestern University, dates his article as of August by declaring, in the introduction, that the Fair has two more months to run before closing its second year, and then abandons us, on page 64, with "Tony Cermak, a veteran politician," still safely ensconced in the Mayorial sanctum. You must have read, for it was rather widely publicized, of the assassination of this veteran politician by one Zangara at Miami, Florida, some weeks before the inauguration of the now President Roosevelt. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Martin heard about the incident, and (Continued on page 74) 04ICAGOAN among the features for October ONE NO TRUMP? By E. M. Lagron The First of a Series of Articles on New Developments and Current Trends in the Popular Game of Contract Bridge FALCONER McLAUGHUN By Kenneth D. Fry A Personality Sketch of Major Frederic McLaughlin, Boss of the Champion Blackhawks NO FEE By Upton Terrell An Emphatically Chicagoesque Short Story from the Pen of the Town's Newest Novelist EDITORIAL LETTERS Yes, the Editor is Going to Unburden His Secretary Again and Let You Read His Mail (;OUV«. ... GOING . . . GONE! wnat happened to (J id Jay lor / A hint to those who want to get their share of the small remaining supply of 16- and 18- year-old pre-prohibition vintage whiskey prohibition bourbons — Sunny Brook and Old Grand Dad — both 16 to 18 years old — are moving into private cellars with startling dispatch. The point is, there is necessarily a very limited quantity of pre- prohibition liquors left in the country. UNTIL recently we had several thousand cases of very choice Old Taylor in our bonded warehouses at Louisville. It was pre-prohibition stock, more than 16 years old. A.s this is written, not a case or a bottle of this venerable bourbon do we have to offer. True, you can enjoy plenty of 4-year-old Old Taylor — and an excellent, mellow liquor it is too ! But there is no more 16-year-old of this brand in our stocks to be had at any price. It's simply all gone. And each day'smailshowshowmany people regret their procrastination. History, we believe, is about to repeat itself. Our splendid old Mount Vernon rye — ranging in age from 12 to 13 years — is rapidly going the way of the Old Taylor. Certainly our rare remaining pre- When this diminishing supply of rare old whiskey is exhausted, you will never see any more, as the government requires that whiskey be withdrawn at the end of 8 years from barrels and bottled for purposes of revenue. Considering their age and char acter these we are offering are very temptingly priced. And selling as rapidly as they are, it is our honest conviction that long before the year is out THERE WILL NOT BE A SINGLE BOTTLE LEFT. So if you want a case or so you had better hurry ! PRODUCTS OF NATIONAL DISTILLERS Whiskey so rare as this is really "occasion" whiskey — not for the everyday cocktail or highball, but for the unusual occasion This advertisement is not intended to offer this product for sale or delivery in any state or community wherein the advertising, sale or use thereof is unlawful. 10 The Chicagoa.^ ha ve THAT news travels fast and far we know; that a joke, especially the on' thcline variety, gets away fast and goes far we know, too. (It depends on where Milton Berle is at post time of course.) And last year we were aware of the fact that tales about A Century of Progress went places with speed. Why, it was as early as last October that Punch, in its London Charivari department, carried an item about World's Fair fan dancing. That's speed! And this year we note that World's Fair lore has already reached London. Over in the Hawaiian Gardens there is a volcano, a prop reproduction of good old Mauna Loa, whereon and wherein the long lost (recently) Princess Ahi does her sacri' ficial dance. Well, just a few minutes ago we observed with a satisfied nod of our head that Mauna Loa is the title of a new song and it has just been pressed by the Brunswick Record people. Furthermore, it was recorded in England and is introduced by Ambrose and his Embassy Club, London, orchestra. Don't tell us our World's Fair isn't a success; and don't suggest that the song might be named after Hawaii's Mauna Loa, because that would spoil everything. Bridge Problem Y\7rORK on the new Outer Drive Bridge was halted some time ago because of lack of funds. Negotiations for Federal money was unsuccessful, and we don't wonder. After all, why should the Ad ministration dig down for a city that sup- ports two such non-sporting newspapers as the Tribune and Tiews? Unless a motorist using the bridge when completed, carried a pass stating that he didn't read either paper. That would be fun. Salvos ]\ /T AYBE you've wondered, when you've *•*¦*' heard the rumble and roar of Army artillery on the Fairgrounds, what all the shooting was for, or how many guns-salutes were given for certain visiting dignitaries and who got what. Well, a salute of twenty-one guns is tops over there, and anywhere else, when military honors are accorded a Fair guest. (Even the President gets only twenty-one guns when he goes places.) His Highness, Sultan of Johore, and the Sultana, been the only Fair visitors to receive twenty-one guns so far this year. Quite a few notables got nineteen though, that's next best. Secretary of State Cordell Hull, Attorney General Homer Cummings, Secretary of War George F. Dern (he re ceived nineteen on entering and the same on leaving), Japanese Ambassador Hiroshi Saito, Soviet Ambassador Alexander An- tonovitch Troyanovsky; Governor McNutt of Indiana, on Indiana Day, Governor Slots of Florida; Governors Ely of Massa chusetts, Wilson of Vermont, Blackwood of South Carolina, Conner of Mississippi, Green of Rhode Island and Horner of Illinois on Governors' Day all received nineteen guns. Governor Green got nine teen all by himself a day or so later when he went back. Danish Minister of Public Works J. F. N. Friis-Skotte was entitled to nineteen guns, but because of such short notice, the salute was dispensed with. Greek Minister to the United States Charlambos Simopoulous received fifteen guns (which is sort of like show-money). Danish Minister to the U. S. was entitled "It's Benito Mussolini calling from Rome! He wants to know the new spelling of his name!" to fifteen, but his were called off on account of rain. The Marquis Alberto Rossi Longhi, Italian Charge • d'Affaires, didn't receive his either because it was Sunday, but he was accorded a military reception. Military honors are accorded in the Court of Honor. Sometimes there is a military review, too. Guests are given luncheon in the Trustees' Room and some times tea in the Trustees' Lounge, and there is always a tour of the Fairgrounds. No Song \X7E have been rather saddened, when we thought about it — which was twice, during these two Fair years that there has been no song written, let alone be come popular, about the Fair. In 1904, when the St. Louis Fair was in progress, there was a song that ran "I'll meet you in St. Loui(s), Louie, I'll meet you at the Fair," or something like that. Maybe it's that our Town's name is hard to rime. The only thing we can think of is "Let's a' (Scottish for all) go ", but it's a bit late now for Harms, Feist or De Sylva, Brown 6? Henderson to get their boys to do anything about it. Rabbit Rescue "D ETURNING from a weekend of golfing A^ in the country club area, our first wel come at the Union Station was a real wood land bunny scuttling toward us at top speed. Now, one of our covert ambitions has always been to rescue something. Until that moment, however, nothing more exciting than straw hats — usually belonging to males or at best uninteresting females — had come up our lane. So we made a spectacular lunge for the rabbit and, after rather an heroic tussle, came up clutching its ears in the approved rabbit-holding clutch with one hand and our battered felt with the other. Just then a small boy rushed up to claim it (the rabbit), followed by a perturbed young woman. Eager to solve the mystery and finding the boy absorbed in inspecting his pet, we questioned the young woman. She was, we learned, a social worker from the United Charities and the young ster was one of several hundred children whom this agency sends to nearby farms for summer vacations. The farmers enter tain the children free, the railroads furnish free transportation, so that for about five dollars — the cost of getting special clothing, physical examinations, planning train trips, September, 1934 11 etc. — a child of the tenements can have a grand vacation down on the farm. Chil dren, we found, will be going on these trips up until schools start, provided, of course, Chicagoans have kicked in with the neces sary number of five dollars. It sounded like a good idea, but we de cided to give it the acid test by asking the city urchin how he'd enjoyed his holiday. "Swell," he said. "The folks on the farm treated me great and they even gave me this rabbit to take home." Visions of overcrowded tenements prompted us to ask what he would do with his pet at home. "Well, if ma won't lemme keep it, I'll eat it," was his philosophic reply. What Height Brow? ' I * HERE's a young man in the sports A department of our Town's tabloid, and he's not exactly erudite. Understand, he's not the village idiot either, but — well his five foot shelf consists of Curwood Complete, Arthur Somers Roche Abridged and stray volumes of Blue Boo\, The Sporting ls[ews, The Ring. He's not so familiar with other magazines, except maybe Satevepost and Collier's. In fact, he's the individual who never reads the Tale Review, because if there is anything he doesn't like, it's those wild college yarns. He's outgrown that sort of stuff. But a rattling good story about Babe Ruth or Bob Zuppke (a football coach), fills his heart with joy. We thought you'd probably like to hear his latest one. It goes like this: He was jeering mightily at a fellow de partment member who had just received his copy of Harper's, insinuating that that magazine couldn't possibly be read, because the text just didn't make sense. Another tab toiler, completely understanding the workings of the young man's brain, men tioned, "And that isn't all. He just got a "General, mess is served!" copy of The Forum, too. Imagine a fellow reading The Forum?" "Oh, that's all right," came the nouncement from The Liberal Mind read that myself. Hell, there's nothing like the good ol1 Racing Forum." pro- "I 'Painter of Greats ' I "'HE Baroness Violet Beatrice Wenner, A who is tops when it comes to portrait painting of the greats and near greats, is back in Town from Washington where she has been gathering more bay leaves for her already well-decked bower, by doing a por trait of President Roosevelt. The picture, full length, hasn't quite been completed and several more sittings will be necessary — they'll take place this fall. The Baroness painted Coolidge and Hoover, too (whom you may remember), but she says Mr. Roosevelt is much more ready to converse than his predecessors. "Marie, are you sure you served cocoa and not Ovaltinef" While the painting was going on she se cured a pleasant little interview. The President, she says, is a man without a single negative trait or thought, and his optimistic nature is reflected in his coun tenance — he fairly radiates optimism and good cheer. And what the Baroness most admires him for is the human side of his character, also the fact that he is great enough and willing enough to admit his faults when he has made a mistake in judg ment. (We seem to remember a couple of boys who wouldn't ever do that.) Baroness Wenner has also painted many of the crowned heads of Europe and mem bers of royal families — Austria's Fran^ Josef I. and Germany's Wilhelm II. Others are Professor Eugene Steinach of the Uni versity of Vienna, who perfected a rejuvena tion system, Professor Paul Clairmont of the University of Zurich, Otto H. Kahn, Charles Stewart Watt of General Motors Allen Mowbray, Lord Robert Cecil, Mayor Anton Cermak, Bishop Charles P. Ander son, Francesca Falk Miller, Maria Jeritza. The Baroness is a harpist of distinction, too, having played in some of Europe's greatest orchestras, and a fluent speaker, student of philosophy and a brilliant writer. Although born and educated in Manchester, England, she is of Swiss origin. And the Northern Illinois Branch, League of Ameri can Pen Women, is mighty proud that she is one of its outstanding members. zAdd Useless Figures OOMEBODY with a ready pencil and an ^ envelope not already covered with fig ures and jottings visited the fashion show of silver foxes in the Fromm Brothers Ex hibit at the Fairgrounds the other day and decided to find out down to the last "cir cle" just how many times the circular plat form (on which the fashion show is staged) has revolved since the Fair opened. Discovering that the platform revolves on an average of twice every minute, it re quired only a few bits of rapid calculation to learn that it goes around 120 times each hour and, during a twelve-hour day, 1,440 times. This conclusion, multiplied by the 12 The Chicagoan number of days the Fair had been open on the day this gentleman completed his arith metic, brought the figure to 140,540 revo lutions. Having reached this figure, the mathe matician submitted his findings to Henry Fromm, at the Exhibit, studied the much more interesting figures of the mannequins on the platform, hitched up his belt and moved on. Mr. Fromm didn't know exactly what to do with them, but thought they were nice to have. So if you like puzzles, you might seize a ready pencil and figure out the day on which the rapid calculator did his calculat ing. There aren't any prizes, though. Canine Fodder "V/TOST of us dog owners have the idea that, while we feed our terriers or what have we prepared food out of a can (varied, of course, with hamburger and vegetables), the majority of dogs still live on table scraps and a few bones begged from the neighborhood butcher. But we guess maybe that isn't quite true. An acquaintance who is financially in terested in one of the several large plants manufacturing dog and other animal food is the authority for the statement that this particular industry is now rated as a $100,000,000 a year business. Probably larger than the candy business, though we don't remember those figures off hand. He told us that his plant often ships out as many as twenty-three carloads a day to all parts of the country. One chain store system in Detroit, he said, has a standing order for sixty cases a week, but usually has to increase it. Sounds incredible, but then think what one full grown St. Bernard can do to a case of canned dog food. Literary Note '"THIS is really only for T. S. Stribling votaries: Some one overheard it in Brentano's and told us about it. Another customer asked the clerk for Stars Fell on Alabama, by T. S. Stribling. We secretly think she meant Unfinished Cathedral, by Carl Carmer. They Pick 'Em ; I HHE reason newspaper turf editors and handicappers often write and make their selections under noms de plume is pretty obvious: a handicapper builds up a follow ing among horse players and if he quits the new handicapper can carry on under the stock by-line without the customers know ing the difference. Bud Doble of the Times is really Bill Rudy, (Larry Fitzgerald used to be), and Ann Joy is Mrs. Marvin McCarthy, wife of that paper's sports editor. Henry Sim mons is himself on the Herald and Examiner, but Track Ace is Dave Feldman. It's really French Lane of the Tribune (though it seems to us he has a first name, French be ing his middle handle), Bert Collyer of the Times, Paul Hirtenstein of the j{ews and Dee Sparr of the American. But Madame Queen of the ?<[ews is George Swift and Railbird of the American is Emil Thiry. Oh, yes, and Sharpshooter and Paddock on the Examiner are Joe Morper and Clarence Carey respectively, and Audax Minor, turf editor of The 7s[ew Tor\er, is G. F. T. Ryall. Of course the various racing sheets, such as the Daily Racing Form, have scores of staff handicappers, but they won't talk. The Form, for example, has a trackman at every major track: Lincoln Plaut at Hawthorne, McCann at Detroit, Charlton at Rhode Island, Connon at Saratoga. They move around of course. Tom Noone picks 'em down east for the U. P., in the ?*{ews, and Tom Thorp does that in the East for the American. And handicapping has become quite a profession, what with some 50-odd tracks going at various times in this country, Can ada, Mexico and Cuba. Hiberniana TRISH Day at the Fair was, Chicago's A population being what it is and her pol iticians being what they are, a success. The local leaders who met with Mayor Kelly to lay plans for the gala Gaelic cele bration were: Thomas W. Heany, Capt. Michael W. Delaney, George E. McGrath, John J. Collins, Major Michael E. Enright, James C. Denvir, Capt. Dennis Malloy, Michael O'Gallagher, Thomas H. Cannon, and Robert M. Sweitzer. We wonder, as Ring Lardner might have wondered, how Mr. Sweitzer got in there: Marry one of the Irish girls? Shine, Mister? 'VT'OU'VE probably been accosted time and again, even had your sleeve plucked, by the hordes of shine-boys around the Loop with their shrill, "Shine, Mister? Five cents. Ten for white." The little urchins do have customers, too, but sometimes you have to fight your way through them. We heard about one young man, a bit toward the eccentric perhaps, who had be come pretty weary of tripping over and dodging about the many shine-boys who cluttered the way between his station and his office building and vice versa. There were three or four pestiferous little beggars sprinkled along his route who seemed to take especial delight in bobbing out at him, grabbing his coat, doing almost anything to nail his patronage. It got so that he . . . And wish you and the kids were here! September, 1934 13 "Then you prom ise never to see that second floor maid again?" <Uc^rr>udf~ thought they were really singling him out. One morning he wrapped up a pair of beach sandals, fairly sturdy ones though, and packed them along. Before his train pulled in he donned the sandals, wrapped his shoes and started for his office, and with a getting-even grit of his teeth, made a long nose at every shine-boy who accosted him. A couple of them looked at his foot gear first and didn't do any tackling. He felt much better about it all after that. iAu Revoir \T7" E stopped in at a very nice neighbor hood barroom the other Sunday eve ning. It was late, so near curfew in fact that we had time for only two beers and we'd planned on three, but we didn't want to hurry. As we were doing our quiet quaffing another patron made his way, with many a weave and many a lurch and with every step uncertain and a new experience, toward the door. "Good bye, Mr. Jones," said the bar tender. "You must come in again some weekend." Qood Name '"TPYPICAL of these topsy-turvy, but be- A coming balanced, times, we thought, was the incident of which we've just heard. Back about a year and a half ago, a young man with banking experience applied for employment at the Federal Reserve Bank here, giving among personal refer ences the most prominent citizen of his home city nearby. He rather congratu lated himself, he admits, on being able to furnish the name of this bank president, social leader and church pillar as character witness. Well, the application was apparently filed away, and many months later when the young man had given up hope about it all, he received intimation that an opening was available. There was one hitch in his case. In checking his references, the Fed eral Reserve people said, they'd been un* able to get a report from the Leading Citi zen; had been informed that he was no longer at the address given by the appli cant. In fact, upon inquiry, they had learned he was in Stateville serving a peni tentiary sentence. Of course, the nicest part of the incident — both for our friend's friend and for its value as a sidelight on things — is: he got the job all right. Alarum \ YOUNG lady was driving her family "*¦*¦ about Rogers Park one recent Sunday afternoon, when she heard the scream of a fire siren coming furiously nearer. In a second she saw, in the car's mirror, the great red engine behind her. Sort of like a drowning person, she remembered all she had learned long ago about driving among which was the rule: when a fire engine ap proaches drive at once to the right hand curb and stop. Though many cars were parked along the curb in her street, there was luckily just room enough at the right for her to squeeze in. She wheeled in hastily, did a nice job of parking and came to a stop, with several sighs of relief, and a feeling of pride. Then, to her amazement, not to say con sternation, the fire truck pulled up beside her! She had parked beside the fire plug to which the firemen were about to connect their hose lines — the fire being, after all, di rectly across the street. Her face, she explains, was quite the color of the engine. Amateur Dentistry^ A LOCAL sports writer, in the Chicago ¦^*" office of a press service, was drinking well if not wisely with his girl in a near- Northside barroom. He was drinking, he said, because he had a most outrageous toothache; and his girl was drinking out of sheer sympathy. He'd tried several home remedies and a panacea recommended by his druggist, but they hadn't helped and den tists' offices were all closed he was sure. He continued, with vigor, to irrigate his dentition with good whiskey taken neat. And so did his companion. But he also com plained loudly and constantly of the aching molar. At last his unrepressed repining got the better of his companion. She weaved . up to the bar, talked earnestly with the bar tender for a couple of minutes, returned to "We'd like to announce our engagement!" 1,4 The Chicagoan their booth with a small pair of pliers in her hand and yanked open her ailing friend's mouth. Calmly she reached in and without any trouble at all extracted the aching tooth. The sports writer was rather startled by it all, but the operation was over almost be fore he was aware of what was happening. He swished some whiskey around in his mouth and declared that she had done a marvelous job: the ache was all gone. He called her "doctor" for the rest of the evening which was a long and happy one. Pride in Home TT was at the close of wash day and a Southside matron and her husband who were driving out to Beverly Hills for dinner with friends, told her colored laundress to jump in the car and they'd take her home. She lived in the negro settlement along 111th Street between Roseland and Morgan Park, and her mistress figured the trip wouldn't be much out of their way. When they reached the laundress's abode they were not especially surprised to find it a pretty ramshackled old affair, terribly run down, here and there a rag stuffed in a broken window, the paint peeling nearly everywhere, the yard overgrown with grass and weeds and overrun with children, the one-time picket fence looking like King Levinsky's rows of molars might look after Max Baer had hit him, the gate dangling and the screen door practically shot to hell. The laundress got out voicing her thanks. Then she turned back to the car and held up a bundle. "Oh, Ma'm," she said, "Ah fo'got to ast you, but you doesn't mind, does you, if I tuk a bunch of old copies of dat magazine you git, dat House Beautiful?" State St. Scene C OUTH State Street at night is a raucous medley of cheap dance halls, tawdry burley houses, brassy radio stores, singing Mission Homes, freak shows, beer taverns, whispering hotels, auction dens, clickety pool rooms, cheap eating joints, pawn shops, shady hallways, shimmering Neon signs, tuneful nickelodians, honking taxi' cabs, clanging streetcars, shouting newsboys, inquisitive s 1 u m m e r s, sensation-seekers, canned heat-sodden old men, cheap whiskey drunken younger men, beggary hoboes. One of the last approached a rather well' 'I still think Babe Ruth's good for another season!" dressed gentleman and started to speak to him. Almost instantaneously a policeman sidled up, and the bum began to edge away. The officer shook him by the shoul der and said, "Panhandlin', huh?" "No, sir," replied the moucher, "I just asked him for a smoke." "Yeah? Well, don't let me catch you again or I'll haul you in," said the cop. "Keep movin' now." The tattered individual stumbled away dejectedly. A heavily-painted houri of the street tapped the unfortunate on the arm, handed him something and turned away. "Oh, oh! Bernie, Bernie!' The same policeman strolled up to her. "Say, what are you doin'?" he demand ed. "What did you give him?" "I just give the poor guy a smoke," said the painted one, and walked away. The policeman turned, saw the hobo en ter one of the cheap eating places, toss a quarter on the counter and order a meal. He took off his crested cap with two fingers and a thumb, scratched his head with the other two and mumbled a "Well, I'll be damned!" Spelling Note 'T'HE other day we noticed a Tribune A sports page, and my, my, what spelling inconsistencies there were thereon. Arch Ward, in his good Tal\ing It Over, spelled Carl Hubbell's name with two b's but with only one I. He let Hodapp keep both p's though, and Lazzeri both z's and Blue Bonnets (the race track) both n's and Johnny Dundee both n's and both e's. So we guess the sports department at least hasn't gone completely dotty with the Tribune's new trick spelling. Because, too, there was Hartnett with both t's and Bill Karr with his double r's. One thing we haven't got around to checking up on yet: do the Tribune comic strip artists use their paper's new spelling in their balloons? September, 1934 15 'Stunning, Darling — your own husband wouldn't recognize you. Severest Critic A Comedy of Ink, Sock and Buskin By William C . Boyden BERNARR MacFADDEN is coming into Chicago with a tabloid! The news has journalism by the ears. William Randolph Hearst, himself, and Brisbane are just off the Chief, conferring weightily with Babe Meigs, Homer Guck and Victor Watson; Sam Thomason is bitterly ordering Dick Finnegan and Nor man Forsythe to put more "heat" into the Daily Times; the two Colonels, Knox and McCormick, feel very militaristic about it all. Around tables at Schlogl's, The Tav ern, the Cliff Dwellers, gossip shakes its head or licks its lips. A thousand news boys take a hitch in their ragged pants, anticipatory to the big rush for the first edition. Aces of tabloidism, summoned or lured from other papers, are at their shiny new desks in shiny new offices. Billboards blazon the news: "watch for the new 'CHICAGO TELESCOPE.' MAKES THE NEWS BIGGER." There is no more excited girl in town than Webb West, known to the newspaper world as "Webbie." All because twenty- five years ago her father in a burst of family pride had labeled his squirming little off spring with a name so lacking in adequate connotation of gender. It is a definite leap for Webbie. From a chatty column on the Woman's Page of the J<iews to Dramatic Critic on a brand new newspaper. She never quite knew how it happened. Some- " A thousand nezvsboys take a hitch in ragged pants" one must have suggested that her acquaint ance with stage personalities, gleaned from numerous Byfield parties and "Celeb" Nights, might qualify her to do something a bit different in the reviewing line. Man aging Editor Walter Craig said: "Maybe you don't know much about stage technique and all that rot. You don't have to. Leave that high-brow stuff to old- timers like Charles Collins and Ashton Stevens. We want gossip here, sidelights on the actors, gags if not too lousy, copy for the mob. Say what you want. Rip into 'em. Pile it on. What do we care? No theatrical advertising to speak of. Bet ter to get barbers, elevator boys and ste- nogs talking about.what Webb West said about Alfred Lufrt or that Hepburn gal. You can do it. No magic in this critic stuff. Look at the birds that are getting away with it. Go to it." "O. K. Chief." Webbie has no time to catch her breath. Johnny Weaver's Keep It a Dream is opening at the Selwyn, smack on the night to catch the first issue of the Telescope. Tough assignment. Half of Chicago's cognoscenti know Weaver. Webbie knows him herself. Likes him. The play hasn't been in New York. Only had a short run in Hollywood. Hopes to catch a little World's Fair trade in the author's Old Home Town before conquer ing Broadway. Easier if the show had been in New York. Los Angeles notices don't get East much. So Webbie has no Nathan to guide her. And that dead-line! Midnight for the first issue. A little over an hour for eight or nine hundred words. Words that had to be good. Every man, woman and moron in Chicago would devour the "rag" on its initial appear ance. The other critics, Collins. Stevens, Bor den? Would they ac cept her as one of them? Probably not, if she wrote as the Man aging Ed. directed. Supposing she went "cold," couldn't write a line? In such a case a veteran would write, I just can't thin^ of anything to say about this play. And get away with it. She couldn't do that. She'd be back on the Woman's Page or out in the alley, pronto. Oh, well, everybody had to do it the first time. She'd manage. Four o'clock. An hour before she has to dress for dinner with her pal, Claudia Cassidy of the Journal of Commerce. Help some to go with Claudia, whose dead-line is half an hour earlier than hers. But Claudia has years of experience in making two acts sound like three. Webbie sits down at her Corona. Maybe she can think up a good lead before she sees the show. Cheat a little. She flirts with the keys. Johnny Weaver, Chicago's ex-playboy and cub reporter, came bac\ to town last night • Lousy. Lost night the Shuberts dusted off the seats in the long darkened Selwyn to welcome . Not so good. In fact, terrible. Webbie pushes the of fending typewriter away, rises, tosses off her negligee, turns on the faucet in her bath. The caress of warm water may sooth away that rotten twitchiness of nerves. They are nice in the lobby before the curtain. Charles Collins pats her hand with gracious paternalism; Gail Borden insists that her advent raises the average of "tab" criticism; Ashton Stevens tells her of his first review in San Francisco. This easy camaraderie cheers Webbie, a little. But she's feeling all tightened up. Her palms are dampish. A good dinner is not resting in her stomach as comfortably as it might. They go in. The curtain is up. In less than two minutes Webbie has a bright thought. A possible "lead." She starts to open her purse. She stops. Looks around. As a guest at openings she has often seen Mr. Collins jotting down verbal gems on his program. But he isn't doing it now. Neither is Ashton. Nor Gail. It must be too early for pencils. She can't be the first with a pencil. Not tonight, anyway. So her flash of wit gets tucked away in her brain to be lost among the scurrying im pressions of the evening. Webbie returns her attention to the stage. The setting is an excursion boat. A big, good looking actor, dolled up in the trig habiliments of a U. S. Marine, is playing a love scene with a pretty dark ingenue. They seem awfully sincere about it all. Who is the boy? Handsome. Gorgeous physique. Deeply tanned — California and pictures perhaps. Or else he knows how to use his Max Factor No. 4. Webbie con sults her program. Ward Wilcox. Ward Wilcox? She remembers the advance press September, 1934 17 "From a chatty column on the Woman's Page to Drama Critic on a new newspaper" stuff — Ward Wilcox, several years with the Pasadena players after a football career at the University of Southern California. Then pictures. Made his mark with Janet Gaynor in Love, Always Love. Ward Wilcox. Same initials as hers. Curious. She wouldn't have to change her mono gram. Act your age, Webbie. Idiotic day dreaming. No business for a hard-boiled newspaper gal. Especially not for a dramatic critic with front office orders to "pour it on 'em." She inspects Mr. Wilcox again. Decides against him. He has the ingenue in his arms, is kissing her. Webbie doesn't like the kiss much. Wilcox is too gentlemanly about it. Too much the Golden Bear from Southern California. Or is it Stanford that has Golden Bears? Too little the Marine from God-Knows-Where. Soft. A bit swish y Part needs Spencer Tracy or Victor McLaglan. The curtain falls to allow the locale to change to the girl's flat in Brooklyn. In the dark Webbie sneaks her pencil from her purse. Scribbles on her program — Wilcox too soft for Marine. Girl honest. Weaver's dialogue, 7s[eu; Tor\ literary man plumbing heart of woi\ing girl. Claudia is speaking: "Like it, Webbie?" "Not bad, but I can't use that Marine. Not tough enough." "I think he's rather nice in the part. Good looking boy." Claudia sees the best in everybody. But no one regards her as a "glad girl." Rare quality. "Maybe I'm preju diced against hand some animals. They give me an inferiority feeling." "They needn't, Web bie." Curtain up. New " characters on the stage. The girl's mother. She is catechising the Ma rine. He takes it in a humble spirit. This time it's all different. Wilcox is rather good in this scene. Restrained. Too restrained? Web bie wonders. No doubt about his being plenty superb, physically. Those shoulders! The ¦ muscles of the back un der the snug fit of the uniform. Don't get sexy, nut. Webbie is again a girl talking to herself. No. In spite of Claudia's approbation, Wilcox will not do. Webbie resents him. Probably one of those hams who wears an open-neck shirt and a silk muffler thrown over with studied carelessness. And baggy slacks with excess pleats. She wouldn't like him. Probably a lady-killer. Ouch! That word! How she hates it, and what it implies. The critics meet actors. Suppose . Oh, hell, she can't start worrying about that. Look how sweet some of the boys are to their dinner companions at the Tavern. She wouldn't be like that. Pan 'em. If she met them later, just say, "How ya doin', boy," or something like that. The big seduction moment. Webbie's experience with men who just can't wait has been limited. But she imagines a man in such a predicament would be most com pelling. Especially a Marine. Wilcox seems most awfully genteel about it all. He draws the girl to his manly bosom with a grace of manner suggesting Veloz clinching with Yolanda for an intricate tango step. The curtain falls to denote the conven tional lapse of time and morals. The cus tomers and critics ooze out into the lobby. Webbie feels better now. Has something she can get her teeth and her typewriter into. Wilcox! She'll spoil his breakfast in bed. The big softie! The Big Softie? She remembers. Title of one of Harlan Ware's stories in Collier's. Ware. The guy who left a good job at the Sherman to go away and write. And actually did. Webbie remembers the story of The Big Softie, all about the human side of the movie actor. Maybe Wilcox is hu man. Perhaps he has a heart of gold under a make-up of tan. She grins at herself for the mixed metaphor. After all, only Wil cox's face is made up. He isn't playing a beachcomber. He wouldn't be bad, though wearing only shorts and a smile. There you go again, dumb-bell, mooning like a high school girl at a Tarzan picture. "You were saying, Gail?" "This Wilcox lad might get somewhere/1 repeats the erudite critic of the Daily Times. "You like him?" Webbie is faintly in- credulous. "Yeah, he's O. K. And regular. Owns his own aeroplane." "Oh, he flies?" "Yes, but not the way you mean, if that was a dirty crack." "I didn't mean it to be." Webbie feels very humble. But not even this new slant on the proclivities of Wilcox can convince her that the young man is all he should be. Maybe there would be com fort from the sage Charles Collins, imper- turbably placid behind his pipe. "Do you like Wilcox, Charley?" "Very decorative young man." That was all from the discreet Mr. Collins. "curtain going up!" Uncertainties torment Webbie as they troop back. Was she all wet about Wilcox? Supposing she were the only one to pan him? How would it look? Foolish? Young, and not too ugly, female critic excoriates comely matinee idol. No, she must be very dispassionate during the second act. Judge the man solely on his trionic grounds. Put personal antipathy behind her. The scene hardly opens before the motivation indicates that the Marine is. safely, or otherwise, in Nica ragua. Only by a dramatist's miracle can he get back before the act is over. Vague gloom settles over Webbie. She won't see the controversial Mr. Wilcox again this evening. She must leave after this act. How is she to get over her prejudice, if she can't see him again? It's unfair. Here she is, dispassionate, objective, judicial. And she is to have no chance to exercise these most desirable qualities. Dirty trick on the part of Johnny Weaver. Rotten technique. Can't be good craftsmanship to have a whole act without one of the most important actors ever appearing. Seems to detract from the unity of plot construc tion. Good phrase, that, "unity of plot construction." She notes it on the margin of the program. Then pencils it out. Not for the Telescope. Such academic material must be left to Mr. Collins. Perhaps the Marine would enter for a big climax just before the curtain. Just long enough for her to change her mind. No. The cur tain slowly descends on Act II. And Wil cox is still in his dressing room. Claudia and Webbie sneak quickly up the aisle. Pause a moment in the lobby to get a synopsis of the last act from Gertrude Bromberg. Commandeer a taxi. En route North the girls glance at the narrative of Mr. Weaver's closing scene. Webbie groans to herself. The whole last act be longs to the Marine. It would be that way. Well, she can come back and "catch" the act some other night. Now she 18 The Chicagoan must write about Wilcox. She positively hates him! What might not that third act have done to mollify her distaste? She will never know, now. "Claudia, I'm not so jittery now. But, gosh, I'm keyed up. Think I'll get away with it?" "You can't help doing a grand job, dear. Just sit down and knock it off. Don't wait for an inspiration. You'll have time for one re'write, if you have to." "I'm supposed to pan 'em. Orders." "Want you to be a local George Jean Nathan?" "Something like that." "Wish they'd tell me to cut loose some' time. I get tired trying to help the poor old theatre along." Office of the Tele' scope. Webbie scurries across the lobby. Finds the elevator exasperatingly slow. Walks with great dignity through the City Room. Jams a sheet of paper into her type writer. Punches a key — drama lead Mon day- -West. She's off. Thump! Thump! Thump! Once banging the old portable, she is as the actor after the first cue, the horse when the barrier's up, the soldier over-the-top. Twice she stops in chuckling appreciation of a particularly pat phrase. Heeds Claudia's advice, plunks along. Through the plot. Something about the dialogue. A paragraph for Weaver's char acterization. Now for the actors . Wilcox first? No. She'll leave him till the last. Give the notice a big finish by a scathing blast, an absolute bum-up. A pithy dig at each of the players. A gentle ribbing. Now and then a word of tem pered approbation. But not so tempered as to offend Managing Editor Walter Craig. Bang! She hits the period key. That's all. All but one . Tired. She leans back. Examines a finger nail critically. Taps her desk with the thumb of her other hand. Then: The devastating Marine is played by one Ward Wilcox, a great bronzed l^ative Son, fresh (and very) from Hooeywood. It is sad, but the young man fails to suggest the fibre of the character. He plays the role with the gentle swish of a Shubert tenor. Part of Mr. Wilcox's chore is to \iss Miss Libaire cogently and comprehensively. This tas\ he embraces with the gracile insouciance of an adagio dancer. And that's that! With the mournful emo- tion of the public executioner who dislikes his work but has to live, Webbie views her handiwork. Might be worse. Some pencil corrections. A quick re-write. And down the chute goes the first play review by the new dramatic critic of the new Chicago Telescope. An hour later both the paper and Webbie are safely put to bed. The paper by dozens of eager hands. Webbie by her own tired ones. Ihe Ambassador Ho tel. An hour ago the sun had passed the East windows. A young man in a big double bed opens one eye. Opens two eyes. An effort brings a few inches of crimson pajamas into view. A hand reaches for a watch on the bed table. The same hand reaches for the telephone: "Send up a pot of coffee. And all the papers, morning and evening." Not even the steaming coffee is as pleasantly warming as Charles Collins' A new leading man, Ward Wilcox, plays the Marine with authority. The cool early autumn breeze blowing through the room is not more soothing than Ashton Stevens' A forthright performance is given by Ward Wilcox. A young actor to watch. The soft yielding of one of Ernie Byfield's best mattresses brings no greater sense of com fort than Carol Frink's The stage door of the Selwyn will be crowded with ladies seed ing the autograph of the new matinee idol, Ward Wilcox. And the others, all gra cious, complimentary, encouraging. With a little whoop of triumph Ward leaps from the bed. Heads for the bath. A knock on the door. A bell boy : "Sorry, sir. Had trouble getting the new 'tab.' All sold out. But I got one." The prospect of a bath is not so inviting as another notice. Probably a new critic who ought to outdo himself. Might be the best of all. Complacently Mr. Wilcox opens the Telescope. Searches out the drama column. Reads. "What, the . Well, I'll be . Swishy, eh? For ." Face as crimson as his pajamas, a mad dened young male hurls his six feet of quivering flesh under the bed in quest of a vagrant sock. Bangs head on bed post. "Damn!" In his furious dash into his clothes Ward Wilcox does not even note that he has put on black shoes over tan socks. Webbie's cubby-hole at the office of the Telescope. A happy girl is perched on the corner of her desk, legs swinging playfully, cigarette in hand. She is listening to words she likes to hear. The speaker is no less a personage than Manag ing Editor Walter Craig. He sits at his royal ease in her only chair. "Good stuff, kid. That's what we want. Make 'em talk about us. Give the guy on the street a laugh. Next one can be even tougher. Don't shoot till you see the mascara on their eyes. Scalp every rouged skinned actor that hits town. We've been too nice to those hams." "And you don't mind, sir, that I seem to be an undignified minority of one? All the other critics seemed to like it." "All the better. This rag is going to be in the minority on everything but circulation. And say, I liked the way you got after that leading man — Wilson? — Williams? — ¦" "You mean Wilcox?" "Yeah, that's the bird. Maybe he'll threaten libel. That'd be good." Through the door a voice. A big voice. Harsh, inquiring, menacing: "Where do I find Webb West?" "Right in there." A quick, firm step. The doorway dark ens. Before them stands a veritable thunder cloud of a man, eyes afire, hair unbrushed, tie askew, vest half buttoned, black shoes on tan socks. Webbie only notices half of these gaucheries as she slips from the desk. Mr. Craig rises. It seems the thing to do. The sartorially disordered young man vol leys — straight at the Managing Editor : "You're Webb West. You're the bird that called me 'swishy.' I'll show you how I swish." "But I — I — You don't understand — I didn't — I — "Oh, you didn't mean it, heh? Well, I don't mean this — or this." Smack! Smack! A perfectly executed one-two catches Mr. Craig amidships and on the jaw. If properly timed, the one- two has potent soporific possibilities. So the Managing Editor of the Telescope finds subsequent proceedings of no interest what soever. Hand on mouth, eyes wide, Webbie gazes with horror at her prostrate boss. Words choke in her throat. The pugilistic youth goes through the motions of brush ing off his hands. He speaks: "I'm sorry — before you — but there are some things even an actor can't take." "But, oh, you see — you see — that isn't — that isn't Webb West — ." "Not Webb West? They told me . My God! Then who is Webb West?" "I— I'm— I'm Webb West." "You— You Webb West?— You?— " Seconds tick off. "Then, it was — (Continued on page 73) "Webbie finds herself vised in arms of steel" September, 1934 19 A. GEORGE MILLER THE MAINSPRING OF A CENTURY OF PROGRESS IS LENOX RILEY LOHR. A QUICK THINKER, AUSTERE, COLD BLOODED, MATHEMATICAL; A FA CILE, VOLUBLE TALKER WHO NEVER TALKS ABOUT HIMSELF AND WHO NEVER TALKS NONSENSE AND NEVER "SITS AROUND." A CORNELL MAN, GRADUATED WITH HONORS, WHO SERVED WITH THE A. E. F. IN FRANCE AND WAS DECORATED FOR "CLEAR THINKING UNDER FIRE" AT VERDUN. AND NOW, HE CON TINUES WORTHY OF THAT AWARD. Lohr of the Fair The Backstage Story of the Militaristic General Manager By Milton S. Mayer Say what you will of the World's Fair — and say it, if it be ill, to someone else — but mar\ the greatest show on earth as unique among enterprises of comparable magni tude and character in that no man has used it as a means of promoting private publicity. By its bootstraps another chief executive than Rufus Dawes might have lifted him self to any sought level of personal prominence. In this period of premium demand for high directing genius, an other general manager than Lenox Lohr might have got himself drafted to his choice of seats among the mighty. Each of these men has screened himself, frequently defi antly, behind the Fair to which maximum publicity was the very breath of gate receipts. Accordingly, Mr. Mayer, having covered the Fair in the manner of the proverbial blanket since the first steam shovel bit into the made land on the la\efront, progresses now to the timely story of Major Lohr. The story of Mr. Dawes will appear in a subsequent issue. — The Editor. THE man who runs Chicago's world's fair — really runs it — is not a great man. For thirty-five years he was just another man; an army major at the end of that period. For five years he has been rubbing up against the stuff of great ness. In ten years, or in twenty, if enough of that stuff sticks to him — and he is not so glossy that it won't — he may be a great man. I will place a modest wager on it myself, and I am cautious with my modest wagers. His name is not Rufus Dawes, but Lenox Riley Lohr, and he is the man who put that world's fair together and set it to running and kept it running while Rufus Dawes posed, not altogether eagerly, for the newspapers. Lenox Lohr's abjuration of the limelight — partly modesty, .partly humility, but not entirely either, and certainly not reticence — is one of the few ripe characteristics of his personality. But this abjuration does not stand in the way of his conviction that God made the world and Lohr made the world's fair. Of the Dawes brothers, almost smothered in the laurel and the bay, he says : "They have an unique claim on whatever glory goes with the realization of this fair. That claim lies in their almost super human forbearance. With everything to lose, their name and their money, they put this fair in one man's hands because they felt that no more than one man and one mind could do this job. It wasn't I or my mind that was needed; it was any one man and any one mind. "For five years I have been very close to them. I have gone to them for advice twenty times a day. They have given me their advice, but with them it has never been more than advice. In the general management of the exposition they have con sistently refused to be my superiors. Every decision has been my decision. I have made mistakes, of course; big mistakes. But neither one of them has ever squawked." As he tells how he has been a free agent, how his hands have never been tied, how his pen has never been guided, and as I think upon everything the Daweses staked on the fair (about two a quarter millions of dollars, among other things), I bow low to the Daweses for putting one man on the job and keeping him there. And as I think upon the fair itself, and look upon it, I bow low to the man they put on the job. I am here to sing no man's praises. Burying is my specialty. But whether or not Rufus is just a genteel old fellow, and whether or not Charley represents the dead hand and the dead heart of an era as smelly as the guano pits of Peru, my fedora is off in a gesture of respect to the founding brothers of A Century of Progress. For I may carp at the lagoon fountain, and you may carp at the curfew, and Aunt Cindy may carp at the flesh shows, but big enough to swallow and digest any of these items is the fact of the fair itself, as magic a city as ever there was, full from end to end of joys forever. I say that Lohr is not a great man, and that is no twaddle. It is so, and if it were not so I do not see how there could have been a world's fair as great as this. For the trick was to get this fair done and open and on its feet financially when every thing else everywhere was closing and falling over dead. The job called for a fighting man — not a great man — and a fighting man is what it got. Other fairs in other times called for aesthetes and showmen; not so here. Take in with your mind's eye the eighty-five miles that this fair would cover if it were laid out in a line. It may be that a man who could balance himself on a needle would have been the man to throw together such a show in the terrors of such a panic. But breathes there such a man? I think not. Prexy Roosevelt, with all the cards stacked for him and the golden faucet all the way open, has not been able to put his show on a paying basis, and he is probably the balancingest man on earth. Lenox Lohr lacks balance. Possessing it, as I say, he almost certainly could not have done the job. He is not profound. He is not philosophical. (If the pro fundity of the fair's problems and the philosophy of Rufus Dawes — these he has rubbed up against — stick to him, he will be a great man one day.) He is young — 42. Young men are sometimes profound, but they are never philosophical. As Lenox Lohr ripens, he will see the handicaps of his own furiously analytical mind. The men who have worked with him, almost without exception, have never seen a mind that strikes fire as dependably as Lohr's. He is a mathemetician. The army found him (just out of Cornell's engineering school) a mathe matical genius. The only item in his Who's Who that sounds like a boast is the one that reads: "Devised new solution of transposition ciphers by geometrical formulae." To him, truth is formulistic, beauty reasonable. Every problem, he likes to say, can be solved; a compromise, he adds, is something that suits nobody. That is his failing as a two-legged creature and his success as the general manager of A Century of Progress. His subalterns may leave his office puzzled themselves, but of this they are sure: Lohr was not puzzled. Mathematics is his god. From war the mathematician neither learns nor unlearns anything, since everything that happens can be explained by the chaos and the confusion of battle and the unpredictability of masses of men. But what sweeter morsel could a mathemetician ask than a world's fair? His battlefield stretches out before him, clean and clear. There is no enemy to descend on him, no sector that demands a sudden concentration of forces, no elements arising overnight, or within an hour, to reduce his entire strategy to junk. There is a campaign to be carried to a successful term ination, that is true; but the enemy cannot make a move with out his knowing it, with the result that the human forces that laugh at mathematics are not present. That is why Lohr was the man for the fair. When he came to Chicago in April, 1929, there was not the sign of an obstacle. The mathematical problem was simple. There was no provision September, 1934 21 in it for a national economic panic. The problem was how much money to accept from Insull and the rest of the city's leading citizens, and the problem was who would be permitted to be an exhibitor. The onset of the panic of 1929 was another element in the mathematical problem that faced Maj. Lohr — that and nothing more. He had to do the job with so much less money and so much less cooperation. To the mathemetician, it was a challenge. Calling upon his magnificent store of moral courage, Lohr, in 1931, built the Administration Building at Twelfth Street and the Travel and Transport Building at Thirty-first Street and told his gaping associates: "We'll fill the space between with a world's fair." His every reckoning was the reckoning of a mathematician. He made sacrifices that would have broken the heart of the aesthete or the showman, but as the mathematician saw these sacrifices they were strategic dispositions of his available troops on a powderless battlefield. His world's fair opened on schedule and progressed on schedule. In war — the only comparable undertaking in point of scope and complexity — battles neither open nor progress on schedule. All this did the mathemetician 's heart good. As the fair progressed, his mathematics sometimes fooled him: the crowds did not go to the island, the public resented the pay toilets, the south end of the grounds was a business failure, the attendance curves on the charts on his wall made it impossible for the season's total to fall below thirty million but it fell to twenty-two million. The end of last year came, and the citizens, Mayer dissenting, set up a din for a resumption of the fair this year. Lohr — not Dawes, but Lohr — reckoned mathematically that it could be done. He sold Dawes on it, and Daw^s sold Dawes. But his mathematics fooled him again, this time in a big way. Build ing a fair mathematically is easier than operating it mathe matically, and being a "no" man, for which Lohr is famous, is easier when you are dishing it out than when you are taking it, especially when you are taking it, as Lohr has been this sum mer, from investors who are losing their pants and have blood in their eye. The inapplicability of mathematics to certain philosophic — but no less essential — features; the trouble from sources which, mathematcially, could not cause trouble; the incompatibility of human and statistical reactions — these are leaving their mark on Lenox Lohr, I am sure. Single-minded as he is, he did not deviate from his course, neither last year nor this; but his absorp tion of the facts may well have marked the conception within him of the philosophical man. To say that Lenox Lohr is a mathematician whose reckonings lead him through stone walls is not to tell the whole truth. For a man in his calling he is inordinately imag inative; he has bumped into enough people and circumstances of all kinds to be able to tell a spieler in front of a girl show how to improve his sales talk. In his early days, his parental atmosphere (his mother was Washington's first woman lawyer and enough of a physicist to be A. A. Michelson's assistant at the Naval Academy) was such that he read widely — and when Lenox Lohr read a book, it stayed read. Glancing through the original script of Wings of A Century, he noted the omission of the driving of the golden spike on the completion of the transcontinental railroad, and this scene is now the most dra matic of the great spectacle. His associates emphasize the fact that his Roman Catholicism has never manifested itself in con nection with the fair, nor has his being a family man (with five children) and a teetotaler in any way affected his attitude toward the so-called moral issues that have arisen on the grounds. This independence of his background stems from his view point as a mathematician. So, too, does his most notable super ficial quality: the ability to coordinate the factors of a problem and to reach a decision with a minimum of jittering. One of his too, too many formulae to which he has reduced everything is: "If you have a minute to make a decision, take the whole minute — and no longer." He expands on this with : "The man who prides himself on his ability to make quick decisions is a fool. In the making of a decision, everyone concerned should be permitted to express an opinion. The man who has to make the decision should keep an open mind until the time arrives when the decision must be made. Then he should make it and never change it." See what a faultless first principle that is for the successful construction of a war or a world's fair, where the elements of motion, direction, and, in particular, time, are all-important. Realize in that one characteristic why A Century of Progress opened last year, complete and on the minute. Consider, if that characteristic was absent, what would happen to a man who had to make fifty major decisions a day and allocate hundreds of thousands of dollars on short notice. All these sides of the man are secondary (just as they would be in a war) to his credo of loyalty. The two hundred men and women working directly under him could not have created a world's fair if they had been working for salaries. They were working for an idea, and that idea was imparted to them, through the fifteen or twenty department heads with whom he had constant relations, by Lenox Lohr. Woven into the discipline and confinement of the army system that prevailed in some measure throughout the administration was — and is — the simple devotion of Lenox Lohr to the world's fair and his devotion to those who were devoted to it. Super ficially a cold-blooded cuss (again, the mathematician) , he never let this devotion crop out through his hard crust. No one of his men ever expects to be congratulated by Lohr, and they are never disappointed. But the man has a kind of loyalty that rarely appears outside boys' novels about West Point. Lohr never lets a man down. Impatient as he is of incompetence (and he has had plenty of that) , he will give a man unmitigated hell in private, even fire him if the incompetence is chronic; but he does his own hell-giving, and he will see a loyal worker through the woods no matter what the odds. A facile, voluble talker who talks about the other man and never about himself, he finds it easy to draw opinions from others. His overworking mind retains these opinions and applies them to matters that arise six months later on in a field far removed from the one in which the opinion was given. He likes to talk and to be talked to. A ruggedness of expression takes the chill off a natively hard shell and wins the confidence of all the kinds of men and beasts the boss of a world's fair has to put up with. He is inclined to trust people, and without any effort he thereby makes an honest man out of the average con firmed hoodlum who comes into his office. He has found — and here is a conclusion the mathematician and the philosopher both reach over different routes — that the man who drives a hard bargain takes it on the chin on the payoff. Those are some of the reasons why Lenox Lohr, doing a big job of mathematics and doing is quietly, makes friends and keeps them. Those are some of the reasons why he has made a friend of Martha Steele McGrew, the gen eral manager's general manager. And in addition to those rea sons, there is the cold fact that Martha Steele McGrew is a maiden lady, small, sharp-featured, older than 35 and younger than 65, who came into Lenox Lohr's life through a want-ad twelve years ago and hasn't any life to go into if she went out of his life now, and won't go out of his life as long as he needs her, which will be another forty or fifty years. Little Miss McGrew has been erroneously credited with being the real boss of the fair. She is actually exactly what her title indicates : administrative assistant to the general manager. Martha McGrew is a woman with an unusually orderly brain. Soft- voiced (she originated in southern — and Fundamentalist-— Tennessee), ready to smile more often than is generally sus pected, gentle even to the point of wistfulness when she is off the lot, this bantam in low-heeled shoes is no Amazon. With her, a job is a job, wherever or whatever, as long as it is Lenox Lohr's job. He delegates broad, and perhaps undelegatable, powers to her, but they are purely administrative and never judicial. Her personal and hereditary skepticism of things fleshly interests Lohr academically, but in all the to-do over the flesh shows Lohr was guided neither by Miss McGrew's instincts nor by Lenox Lohr's, but by the conviction that the public would do its own censoring by paying (Continued on page 69) 22 The Chicagoa;^ Shinglish from the Shelf A Review of the World's Newest Spelling By Gault Macgowan Mr. Macgowan s manuscript is one of a number that have come to hand since Colonel R. R. McCormic\ chose to revive the former Mayor William Hale Thompson's one-sided war with Great Britain, attaching by way of the King's English. It is selected for publication because it reveals the re action of an Oxford gentleman, be cause it is as temperate and consid- ered as the offensive to which it per tains was not, and because it names a consequence, the potential ortho graphic befuddlement of the junior generation, important enough to war rant devotion of space to an other wise inappropriate topic. THE EDITOR. SHINGLISH— shingled English con signed to oblivion for years — has been taken down from the shelf. For the past several months a list of wonderfully vamped words has been flaunted like a toreador's cloak before readers of the "World's Greatest Newspaper" — I give it the style it is punctilious about — and left to blunt their infuriated horns with its rags. Colonel R. R. McCormick, the publisher, explains: Time must now be given for the reporters, .compositors, proof readers and the public to absorb the changes. Mr. James O'Donnell Bennett, the Bos well of the movement, explains: "Philology is a tricksy business. You can not go plunging through it." Phew! They have sucked an h out of the middle of drought and rained it back on the end, cut staff, plucked quill, clipped tonsillitis, dropped one end of hammock and cut off traffic as much as it will stand. Eighty words in eight weeks. Eleven words in a stanza of The Faerie Queene have changed their spelling since Edmond Spenser's day, and the \ has been dropped off critick, mu- sick, and publick since Dr. Samuel Johnson wrote his dictionary. But this speed is not fast enough for the Johnson and Boswell of Tribune Tower. It is only about four teen words in 300 years. English must be shingled even faster than Theodore Roosevelt did it. His rough- riding word-cuts — children of the square deal — went over at the rate of five or six a year. Now a Roosevelt is president again, The Tribune launches forth as pace maker for the family tradition. The New Deal in Shinglish comes from Chicago. It is Chinglish. Two tall consonants stand to remind us of the old days when good spelling was a sign of quality. They are the final \ in McCormick and the final t in Bennett. James O'Donnell (surely two more un necessary consonants) Bennett created the new spelling as an assignment from Pub lisher McCormick. He had been forty years using his old friends and he hated to see them go. But he cut them off with dignity and decorum. He provided rules for their death sentence. The pronunciation of the word should not be affected. The derivation should not be blurred. The resulting word should not be given a grotesque appearance. Some of my journalistic friends call these crocodile rules. They point to the Ching lish spellings: aile, hefer, harth, subpena, glamor, burocracy and iland as evidence that none of them has been observed. They pronounced the verdict on these words as a deadly blow at the Blue Eagle. Instead of codifying newspaperdom it is decodifying it. Whimsical spelling may easily unfit a journalist for employment elsewhere. I am more concerned, however, with what will happen to our Chicago boys and girls if "Chicago English" becomes com mon. Will Pa McCormick and Ma Ben nett go with them to explain that Ching lish is right and English wrong? Obviously not. V/hat, after all, is the goal at which we are aiming? Surely it is that our boys and girls shall grow up in telligently to take a great big place in the world. Freaks we either tolerate or put into hospitals. Just when we thought we had banished the inferiority complex, Chinglish brings it back. It will be hard to be superior and spell hearth without an e. Most likely the retreat of the new spell ers will be marked by a long, long, trail of fired stenographers, failed scholars, unpub lished authors and stuck-in-the-mud jour nalists. For even though we are taught to spell correctly in school, the poison of doubt will be infused with the Tribune distribution of daily knowledge. Here is a list of the conventional mis spellings with which we are confronted daily : cotilion intern criscross jaz crum jocky crystalize lacker decalog lacky definitly lacrimal (togethei : with demagog lacrimose) derth lether dialog leven (together with distaf unlevened) distraut missil doctrin monolog drouth patroled eclog pedagog etiquet plaintif extoled prolog fantom pully fulfilment quil gaily reherse ¦ genuinly rifraf glamor rime hammoc sherif harken skilful harth staf hassoc subpena hefer tarif hemloc tonsilitis (together with herse tonsilectomy, tonsi- hocky lotomy, and tonsi- hummoc lectome) iland (together trafic with ilander) tranquility indefinitly warant instalment yern advertisment bailiwic agast aile bazar burocracy ameba burocrat analog apolog aquilin bagatel bailif burocratic canceled catalog controled controler Mr. "Boswell" Bennett has gone back beyond the language of Addison, Milton and Shakespeare to justify these killings. He has gone back before Chaucer, to the times when English spelling was untaught in schools; back to the times when a job did not depend on ability to write a decent letter; back to the days, in fact, when spelling was in its infancy and when waves of Romans, Anglo-Saxons and Normans swayed the language back and forth. "The spelling iland will correct an er ror that is centuries old," Mr. Bennett writes. "The word is not derived from the old French isle, but from an Anglo- Saxon word, ealand, meaning water and land. Later, the word was spelt yland and iland." Quite right, Mr. Bennett. It was. So was aisle. "In a porch in the south yland of the church" is an inscription in an old record referred to in the Chicago Public Library. But Mr. Bennett deserts the helpful monks who built the first aisles that ever England saw, and derives his word aile from the French aile, a wing. Yet aisles are not like wings. The old English saw in them a resem blance to an ealand, which, besides mean ing an isle in their language, also meant a peninsula, or piece of land nearly sur rounded by water. And the long aisles in the churches were narrow strips of land running towards (Continued on page 72) September, 1934 23 (TLarold c/owler 1 1 IcK^ormick A. GEORGE MILLER THE HONORARY CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD OF THE CHICAGO GRAND OPERA COMPANY. WHEN ONE THINKS OF GRAND OPERA IN CHICAGO THE FIRST NAME TO COME TO MIND IS THAT OF HAROLD McCORMICK. THE KNOWLEGE THAT HE HAS PUT ON THE HARNESS AGAIN WILL GIVE TO MUSIC-LOVING CHICAGOANS THE ASSURANCE OF HIGH ARTISTIC IDEALS AND A FIRM FOUNDA TION FOR THE OPERA. COURTEOUS GENTLEMAN, FORMER AMATEUR RACKETS CHAMPION OF THE UNITED STATES, EXPERT WHISTLER, PUBLIC-SPIRITED CITIZEN AND ALWAYS A LOVER OF THE FINE ARTS. In the Gardens and on the Bridge Ford and Swift Continue Their Gifts to Music-Lovers By Karleton H a c k e t t OSSIP GABRILOWITSCH gave an unforgettable performance of Tschai- kowsky's Fifth symphony at his opening concert with the Detroit Orchestra at the Ford Gardens. The setting was perfect — that is as near to perfect as is possible in human affairs. The crowd overflowed the Ford Gardens in every direction all rejoicing in the north wind which, however, was bringing up clouds more and more threatening. During the first number, Berlioz' overture, The Roman Carnival, the rain began and one glance at the sky gave every promise of more to come. Quite a number of the ac tively clothes-conscious beat it; well, it cer tainly did not look like much of an evening for white linens. But the rush of the hardy spirits to fill the vacated seats was im pressive. When Mr. Gabrilowitsch raised his baton for the symphony it was under as black and foreboding a sky as you ever saw, with a heavy wind, a dull bluish twilight and the feeling that each moment might bring the deluge; just the setting for Tschaikowsky. The people evidently know something of Gabrilowitsch and proposed to stick with him and Tschaikowsky until absolutely flooded out. They had their reward for they heard something they will remember and the rain held off until the final note had been played. It was a superb performance by a Russian who is a great artist and also is a gentle man. Gabrilowitsch knows the spirit of the man who wrote it since he is of that blood and grew up in the same environment. His interpretation had the sense of the pity of it all; that there should be such beauty in the world yet with so much sorrow and the rays of hope so fitful and faint. Well, look ing at it from Tschaikowsky 's point of view how could he, sensitive as he was to beauty and to sorrow, feel otherwise? Or how can Gabrilowitsch looking at the picture with the eyes of today feel a more confident hope? It had a grand sense of ample time and space, something of the feeling of the old three-decker novel when there was leisure so that everything could be properly finished and set exactly in its appointed place. This it is that our day has done for us, given us the modern orchestra with a few conduc tors who have learned how to use it to bring out the full meaning of the composer. The rain might come or hold off as the gods should decree, but Gabrilowitsch was going to take his time and do it as it ought to be done; and the gods stuck with him as did the audience. With Gabrilowitsch the melodic line is the vital element. And what a wealth of melodies he found in the music and with what exquisite sense of proportion and mas terful skill did we weave them into that complex fabric? There were the main threads, the secondary and so on to the fifthly and sixthly each clearly defined yet all held firmly in place by one with a grasp of the whole. The beauty and the power of the music were so vivid to Gabrilowitsch's conscious ness that it had the force of conviction. It was no display of virtuosity, no exhibition of meretricious brilliance. A man with the heart to feel, the brain to coordinate and the technical skill was using a great modern orchestra for the purpose for which it was intended. A Tschaikowsky Fifth that will be remembered. The following evening the sky was al most as threatening and during Beethoven's Leonore overture No. 3, enough drops fell again to make room for the hardy spirits. It was a performance that heightened the admiration for Mr. Gabrilowitsch and the Detroit Symphony. Breadth, power and dignity; the Beethoven of the romantic spirit. The Franck D Minor symphony was as serene in its spiritual elevation against those black clouds as ever was Franck himself amidst the troubles of the world he knew. At the close the audience rose in tribute to Mr. Gabrilowitsch with a spontaneity that made it evidently an expression of sincere admiration. Sir Hamilton Harty came to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the Swift Bridge on Sunday evening, August 12, for a stay of two weeks. He was greeted by a tremendous crowd — and literally thousands turned away disap pointed that there were "no more seats." Sir Hamilton made a distinct place for him self by his conducting of the orchestra here last winter; a genial Irishman with great gifts as a conductor and with a view-point of his own that gave a special savour to the music. Expectation was high at the Swift Bridge though the program was none too promis ing; Smetana, Mozart, Delius and Berlioz. Apparently he himself was not altogether satisfied since at the last moment he changed it about quite a bit. In place of the Mozart symphony he gave the Schubert Unfinished and in place of the Delius the Waldweben from Wagner's Siegfried. And still there lacked a something to give out the powers of the conductor and orchestra to the full stretch. The overture to Smetana's Bartered Bride was delightfully played, with the rustic vigor and gaiety of a folk-opera peasant folk in holiday mood with beer and dancing the live-long day. The Schubert Unfinished was beautifully played with grace in the melodic line and variety of shading in delicate tints. Sir Hamilton Harty has at command a won drous refinement of tone for the softer nu ances, but to obtain the intended effect he requires the acoustics of a concert hall. Out in the open many of these finer shadings failed to carry and therefore there was a loss of proportion. It gave you the impres sion that in the concert hall the music would have had rare charm with old score bright ened by many illuminating touches; but, alas, it was not exactly adjusted for the actual place. The same was true for the Waldweben, since the forest murmurings could not quite hold their own with the extraneous noises; certain awkwardnesses in symphony con certs at a world's fair. In the Dance of the Sylphs from Berlioz' Damnation of Faust Sir Hamilton brought out some fetching effects and in the Ra\oczy march they really turned themselves loose with the expected smash bang; great. By Tuesday evening Sir Hamilton Harty had adjusted his dyna mic scheme to the Swift Bridge environ ment. It was Wagner; overtures and ex cerpts from Der Fliegende Hollaender, Die Wal\uere, Tristan und Isolde and Die Meister singer. Music that gave full scope to the conductor and orchestra and they dug right into it. It had the big sweep that made it tell out in the open yet not merely volume, but the poetic conception expressed with fine sense of proportion, and on the scale to make it count out in the open. Sir Hamilton has the gift and with such an orchestra at command detonation was as sured — in a manner of speaking. Frederick Stock was present looking most fit after his summer vacation and evidently itching to get the baton in his hand once again. Well, he will soon — and how! Eric DeLamarter has been the solid foun dation of the symphonic season with assis tance from able guest conductors each of whom added something of special interest. Henry Hadley, Willem Van Hoogstraten, Jerzy Bojanowski, Frank St. Leger, Henry Weber and Carl Bricken; what a galaxy! You can understand that there was alway; something new and interesting at the Swift Bridge. From a questionnaire sent out by the Swift authorities it appears that at this time of writing some (Continued on page 71) September, 1934 25 Theatrical Odd-Lots Drama Everywhere But on Randolph Street By William C. Boyden THE Rialtos of the metropolises are deserted. But the persistent itch to produce drama is breaking out all over the body of these United States. The eastern seaboard positively exudes summer theatres. Here in Chicago the first days of August found the drama critics almost busy. True there was only one opening in the so-called legitimate theatre, The Mi- \ado, at the Studebaker. Yet even the heat could not keep drama-lovers from exploring such unlikely spots as Woodstock, the Chi cago River, the Auditorium Hotel and, of course, the Fair. Now, if the Follies give us a definite date, if any one of the several projects for a Chicago theatre could come to fruition, we might reasonably boast that we have seen the worst of the Dramatic De pression. Thoughts of The Mi\ado start a stam pede of the jollier adjectives through one's brain. Here is something which time can not wither nor custom stale. My father was no Caruso, but one of my earliest child hood recollections was his renditions of Tit-Willow and The Flowers That Bloom. I am even less of a Caruso, but I find my self insulting the ears of elevator compan ions by my humming of the same tunes. Personally, I want no better entertainment than Gilbert and Sullivan, assuming the shows are well done. And how they are well done at the Studebaker! Yum-Yum sung by a real Jap anese girl, Hizi Koyke, in a manner which can best be described by repeating the name of the character two or three times, and with great feeling. Opposite the charming little Japanese is Chicago's first Student Prince, Roy Cropper, who plays Nanki- Poo in an effectively offhand manner, sings most sweetly, and looks even more attrac tive in his tight black wig than with his blond curly hair tossing in the breezes. Don't let a late dinner make you miss his A Wandering Minstrel, I. Three grand old veterans, Frank Moulan, William Dan- forth and Herbert Waterous lick every ounce of gravy off the juicy roles of Ko-Ko, the Mikado and Pooh-Bah. On the open ing night the only reason Mr. Moulan stopped singing I've Got a List and The Flowers that Bloom is because he ran out of verses. And Mr. Danforth's My Object All Sublime! Well, there just isn't any thing funnier on the musical stage. Add to all this the splendid singing of Vera Ross, Frances Baviello and John Eaton, and you have a Mi\ado par excellence. Roger hill, headmas ter of the Todd School at Woodstock, may have started something in his courageous ef fort to bring summer theatre to the environs of Chicago. After all, it's pleasant and ad venturous to ride out through the country side in search of entertainment. If road- houses can compete with the city's night clubs, why should not theatre customers be lured to Lake Forest or Wheaton? Vacation interfered with my seeing Tril by, but Hamlet and Tsar Paul were worth many more gallons of gasoline than it took to reach them. Interest in the productions centered sharply in the three leading actors : Orson Welles, Chicago's boy prodigy; Mi chael MacLiammoir, and Hilton Edwards, from the Gate Theatre in Dublin. Even though the plays themselves were definitely stimulating, Hamlet by reason of its very full and unexpurgated text, Tsar Paul be cause it is a powerful, if somewhat turgid, historical drama, intriguing as a sequel to the current cinema, Catherine the Great. This Orson Welles lad seems to have within him the stuff of greatness. Power ful of voice, mobile of face, intelligent in reading of lines, he essays at the ripe age of twenty widely diversified portrayals of characters twice or thrice his age. And the job is far more than a wig and grease paint. It is definite interpretation. And very provocative. Critics differed radically about his Neroesque Claudius in Hamlet. The fratricidal king is customarily played as a conventional heavy villain, only sub stituting a red beard for the waxed mous tache. Orson made him a sybaritic old lecher, a nasty man meriting to the full Joe Penner's famous castigation, a soft patho-logical degenerate. Then in Tsar Paul he offered a forceful, suave worldling in his depiction of the scheming Count Pahlen. The roles could hardly have been more clearly differentiated. And neither of them bore any likeness to the young actor's Mercutio. MacLiammoir was not my dream of the perfect Hamlet. Advance notice had made me think he might be. He certainly is the type for the neurotic Dane, young, hand some, sensitive. His performance was pic- torially attractive, intelligently read, but it left the eternal query about the character just where it always has been. A good, but not a great, job of acting. Not, for instance, as interesting as Hilton Edward's rather violent portrayal of the mad Tsar Paul. This latter role is a fat one. And, although Mr. Edwards had a tendency to make a tour de force of his work, he never theless left powerful impressions with his audience. There is a lot for one dollar and sixty-five cents every night at nine in the dining room of the Audi torium. The Drun\ard, merrily rendered by a most attractive troupe of young actors ; a series of better than average vaudeville acts emphasizing the humors of bygone days; Miss Katherine Fitz (go and see if I'm not right); a chance to dance; and all the beer you can drink. One advantage The Drun\ard has over the customary bur lesque of old-time melodrama, is that the play dates back so far that it risks no con flict with memory. Whereas the Show Boat at Diversey must present 7v[o Mother to Guide Her to many who know the Show Boat in its native habitat, and to many more who vividly re call the famous price range of ten-twent'- thirt'. So, as between these two ancient melos, The Drun\ard is fresher and more spritely. On the other hand, the Show Boat itself is a remarkable craft, big as a dozen barns, adequately equipped with fa cilities for satisfying the inner man, full of romantic suggestion of a most glamorous phase of American life. The performance of 7v(o Mother to Guide Her is entirely literal, as it should be. _ In the meantime the Globe Theatre, in Merrie England, is still miraculously packing them in with its tab loid Shakespeare. The 100,000 attendance mark has long since been passed. Unfor tunately, I was only able to attend one more of the plays, The Comedy of Errors. This rarely acted piece is perfectly suited to the time limitations and the gay spirit of our contemporary Globe Theatre. The Anti- pholuses and the Dromios look enough alike to be credible; the farce motive of mistaken identity makes for easy hilarity; the acting is up to standard, with special mention for Jackson Perkins, Martha Ellen Scott, John Willard and Donald Gallagher. The men are forthright and personable. Miss Per kins has a part with a touch of shrewishness in it. The Taming of the Shrew proved how good she is at that sort of thing. Miss Scott is sweet, well mannered and very pretty. After a hesitant start the Spanish Village has taken on character by the presentation of Helen Tieken's new spectacle, His- panana. If anyone does not know, Miss Tieken is the Chicago girl who last year produced Wings of a Century. She has positive genius for pageantry. The new production is Spanish history in song, dance and drama. It is gorgeous in its richness of color, swift and exciting in movement, stirring in its musical score and its dance numbers. Hispanana is definitely one of the things to see at the Fair. 26 The Chicagoan BEN PINCHOT f*tC6 REPRESENTING THE FEMINISTIC MOVE MENT IN COMICALITY. MISS BRICE IS TO MANY FUNNIER THAN ANY ONE OR SEV ERAL OF HER MANY MASCULINE CON FRERES, CANTOR, JOLSON, JESSEL, HOW ARD, WYNN, LAHR AND LES FRERES MARX. IN THE IMPENDING FOLLIES SHE DOES A FAN DANCE, BURLESQUES "SAILOR BE WARE," AND CREATES, AS SHOWN HERE. THE CHARACTER OF BABY SNOOKS, THE INFANT MUNCHAUSEN. HER TWO BIG SONGS, "SOUL-SAVING SADIE" AND "SUN SHINE SARAH," ARE TOPICAL SATIRES ON THE SALVATION ARMY AND NUDISM. NO FOLLIES WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT HER, EITHER ZIEGFELD'S OR SHUBERT'S. FURNESS-BERMUDA LINE THE FINE, BROAD BEACH OF THE SAINT GEORGE HOTEL IN SAINT GEORGES, BERMUDA, ONE-TIME CAPITAL OF THE ISLANDS AND EXTREMELY POPULAR RESORT AT CERTAIN SEASONS, AND A REALLY LOVELY SPOT THE WHOLE YEAR 'ROUND CUNARD-WHITE STAR LINE GAY, BEAUTIFUL TORQUAY, ONE OF THE MOST FASHIONABLE CENTERS ON THE SOUTH COAST OF ENGLAND, IS BUILT, LIKE ROME, ON SEVEN HILLS AND PROTECTED FROM NORTH WINDS SO THAT ONE MAY ALWAYS BASK IN THE SUN September Urge Seasonable Suggestions for Nomads By Carl J . Ross TO my way of thinking, there is no time of the year equal to September for taking a pleasure trip. No matter what your objective may be, the cool tone of the air forecasting the approach of autumn lends zest to the start and heightens the anticipation which is always a major part. of any journey. The lethargic influence of mid-summer heat has a tendency to dull enthusiasm for going away, even when the destination offers relief from intemperate climate. Many times it is sufficiently potent to develop a torpid condition making the very thought of going anywhere too great an effort to be contemplated. While Sep tember has its warm days, the mornings and evenings ordinarily are chill enough to inspire visions of travel and shake off the languid restraint induced by the summer sun. If one has faith in facts and figures com piled by practically all steamship lines to ports outside of the U.S.A., he will be led to believe that June and July are the unanimous choices for the title of ideal travel month. But even cold facts can be misleading, and while I agree that June and July are good enough months in which to start on a trip, I have a profound suspicion that their popularity is due not so much to choice as to feasibility. It is my contention that the school vacation period in the sum mertime is more than a little responsible for the volume of traffic during these months and that if scholarly pursuits were con tinued the year around without any vaca tion, September would come into its own. Perhaps I am biased by past experiences, but an early fall ocean crossing intrigues me far more than a sum mer sailing. For one thing, the steamers are rarely crowded and a good cabin is not too difficult to secure. While the passenger list is invariably sufficiently filled to insure a gay time if one cares for it, it is not par ticularly hard to feel acquainted with everyone on board, an impossibility in June when every available berth is occupied and two sittings in the dining room are in order. It seems to me that one meets more inter esting people on board at this time of the year, but the closer association possible due to the limited number of passengers may be responsible for this reaction. I have often heard that the equinoctial storms which are alleged to occur around the third week in September are to be avoided, but I have never spoken to anyone who actually was present during this dread upheaval of the elements. Tales of rough weather encoun tered in every month of the year vary with the imagination and ingenuity of the orator, but in view of the lack of definite testimony for September, I am forced to the conclu sion that the reports have been, to say the least, grossly exaggerated. Were someone to inquire as to my ideas regarding an ideal trip at this season, I should unhesitatingly recommend a month or more in Europe. I would not plan to be at all times at the most fashionable scene, nor would I endeavor to see the whole con tinent in this period, but I would endeavor to be at the most interesting place at the most pleasant climatic time. Beginning with England, I should land at Plymouth or Southampton and spend fully one-fourth of my trip in Dors§£ and Hampshire before proceeding to Londotv Bournemouth, with its jetty and sandy beach, is typical of the resorts on the South Coast and is excellently located as a central point from which to make short excursions into the countryside. It is a grand spot to relax and absorb solid British atmosphere, providing you do not become too discouraged with the local coffee after being surfeited with tea, served at least ten times daily in accordance with ancient custom. The drive to London through the most pleasant surroundings, particularly in the New Forest, is more than enjoyable, but one is at a loss to describe the journey if he wishes to avoid the hackneyed but ex pressive term "picturesque." After four or five days in London, I should make the night crossing of the channel to St. Malo on the Brittany coast, and be pre pared to spend a week or more in the veri table cradle of France. The Land of Par dons, as Brittany is called because of the numerous religious and historical pageants held in the region, is dotted with small cities and villages that fairly reek with his tory pre-dating the Clovignian period. A convenient State-owned motorcoach system makes it a simple matter to visit Mont St. Michel (the home of the internationally fa mous Mere Poulard of pressed duck fame) Dinard, Bagnoles deL'Orne, Lisieux, Rouen, and other places well known to the student of French History. The entire area is sur prisingly unspoiled by tourists, as most ar rivals at Cherbourg, Havre or Boulogne go directly to Paris by boat-train overlook ing completely the unlimited possibilities of Normandy and Brittany. Paris is always Paris, but in late September and early October most of the native citizens have returned from vacations to the country or seashore and are to be found once more at the pop ular cafes and night clubs. One sees the real Paris, which is quite different from the Paris of mid-summer made up for the most part of visitors. To visit any large city at its best and most interesting time, one should avoid the warm season — and Paris is no exception. While the foregoing represents a trip I firmly believe to be ideal in every respect, I must admit that there are a number of other possibilities fully as commendable depending on the amount of time at one's disposal. I should like to go around South America on the cruise of the S. S. Malolo, around the world on the Dollar Line or to the South Seas and Australia. I am par ticularly interested in South Africa, now that the Italian Line has nineteen day serv ice from New York to Capetown via Gi braltar in connection with their blue ribbon transatlantic ships. If two weeks repre sented the span of my vacation, one of the many short cruises of ocean going liners from New York, or, a visit to Bermuda for the unexcelled golfing and swimming, would fill the bill admirably. As far as weather conditions are concerned, any of the above suggestions would pass muster. There are any number of trips possible at this time which may be taken with the assurance that unseasonably hot or cold weather will not be encountered. On one or two of the cruises, there is a chance that rain will fall, but the number of places where this is likely to occur is limited and the amount of precipitation will be negli gible as far as spoiling a vacation is con cerned. Although the steamer services to Alaska as well as the Great Lake boats ter minate their season the first week in Sep tember, it is safe to say that one may go practically anywhere without finding un comfortable temperatures. In the summertime, a cool spot is as much in demand as tropic climes in winter, but in both of these seasons, a destination is chosen primarily with the idea of escaping the. par ticular weather being experienced. Air conditioning and uniform heating have gone far to relieve the discomfort attendant in effecting this escape, particularly on the railroads, whose refreshingly cool cars have offered a most welcome sanctuary to trav elers this summer. But since Mother Na ture has seen fit to air-condition the entire countryside at a certain time of the year, apparently for the benefit of those who ap preciate moderation in everything, it seems to me that this logically can be termed the ideal period for travel in the sheer interest of travel. For this reason, as well as my increasing enthusiasm to go places as sum mer wanes, I am inclined to believe that when I set out on a pleasure jaunt, it is fully ten to one that I shall plan to start in my favorite month — September. September, 1934 29 THE DAYBED IN THE OUTDOOR LIVING ROOM IS UPHOLSTERED IN GREEN WATERPROOF FABRIC, THE MATTRESS AND SPRING COVERED IN STRIPED AWNING MATERIAL, THE CUSHIONS IN GAY ORANGE, BLACK AND GREEN .. j ¦.., I A i,: w ¦ i,'^ MMk felilfe • v STEEP, NARROW STEPS IN THE OLD NEW ENGLAND MANNER RISE FROM LIVING ROOM TO FLOOR ABOVE a THE FIREPLACE HAS FACING AND HEARTH OF QUAINT IMPORTED TILES IN SOFT BLUES, GREENS AND YELLOWS (^ive lite a arouse bu cJhe Side of the LKoaa The Gordon Cameron Home in Barrington Is An Interesting Example of the Old Farmhouse Remodelled Into Comfortable Living Quarters for Any Season PHOTOGRAPHS BY TROWBRIDGE ''^^^Li L-. ¦ * H v. JH . Ill 1118 THE SLOPE OF THE ROOF OF THE ORIGINAL KITCHEN WAS CARRIED OVER THE NEW BREAKFAST PORCH AND OVER THE NEW OUTDOOR LIVING ROOM TO THE REAR, GIVING A LONG, PLEASING, UNBROKEN LINE The Week- End House A Remodelled Farmhouse Makes an Ideal Home By K a t ii r y n E . Ritchie TRUE, there's light and life and gaiety in cities. There's excitement born of crowds and noise and feverish activity, but there's nothing to compensate in summer for fields of waving grain, for the sound of crickets in the night, for sleepy bird-songs at twilight, and the smell of clover fields. We of the city feel starved at times for all these beauties which we lack. If cities could simply close up in summer, as do the schools, and spill us all out into the fields and woods of the sur rounding countryside to stay until late fall! It is one of the things necessary to our sanity. This being impracticable, however, an excellent compromise is a week-end house in the country to which we can flee when the city presses us too closely. It need not be a large and imposing place; in fact, a very small house on a very small patch of ground would suffice, provided it were far enough removed from highways, were sur rounded by great trees, and looked off toward a far horizon. Anything else that could also be acquired in the way of an orchard where the apples drop into the long grass, or a river for canoeing, or a stream with a tiny waterfall, or a wind swept spot atop a sand dune, would be so much the better. Lately it has been discovered that abandoned one-room school houses can often be purchased at ridiculously low prices, with a half acre of land thrown in, which can be made into attractive week end houses. Wall board for partitions, paint, and a fireplace with a chimney on the outside are usually all that is necessary for their transformation. Old barns, with their simple lines and roomy interiors, also have untold possibilities for reclamation. A certain New England lady spied one day on driving through the country an old covered bridge on an abandoned roadway. It ap pealed to her imagination, and she pur chased it, together with an acre or so of land. By the cutting of windows, the ad dition of balconies and a porch facing a tumbling waterfall, she created a most unique and charming summer home. The Gordon Cameron home in Barring- ton, Illinois, is one of the interesting examples in the vicinity of Chicago of the remodelling of an old farmhouse into com fortable living-quarters for a family of four; in fact, so comfortable has it proved that it is now occupied as a year round house instead of a week-end country place, as was first intended. When originally acquired, the house had little to recommend it in the way of physical charms. It faced on a road and consisted of two rooms on the ground floor, one on the upper. The ground in the rear, how ever, sloped gently down through an or chard to a valley beyond, and this was its redeeming feature. In remodelling the house, the portion nearest the road was con verted into a kitchen and maid's room, and a great roomy living-porch was built around the side and across the back of the house where full advantage could be taken of the view of the orchard and the valley. The porch was screened and hung with awnings, rust-colored on the outside, robin's egg blue inside, which gave shelter from sun and rain. A cement floor painted with dull orange waterproof paint, natural sea grass rugs and waterproof fabrics on the day-bed and chairs made everything rain and moisture proof, and very comfortable. 1 he house was first remodelled to contain a living-room, book- room, maid's room and kitchen on thz ground floor. The outdoor living-porch and a screened-in dining-porch were addi tions, as was also a small milk-shed which was moved up and attached to the kitchen to provide space for a refrigerator, laun dry tubs and a large supply closet. A fire place was built into the new living-room: the hearth and facing were constructed -f old French tiles in shades of soft blue, green, yell -w and red. The walls on this side of the room and the staircase end were panelled in grooved matched boards painted a strong bright blue, while the other two walls were covered with a provincial pac- terned paper. Rare old hooked rugs par tially covering the random width floor boards and a provincial type of furniture maintain the atmosphere of simplicity and comfort. The book-room, in what was originally the kitchen of the old house, is located one step down from the liviny- room, and has pine walls, a fireplace ot native stone, and a wide window over looking the valley. The space upstairs was divided into an owner's bed-room, guest-room, two chil dren's rooms, and a bath. Subsequently a garage was built, the upper floor of which was then used for guest and service quar ters, so that the maid's room in the main house could be turned into an indoor din ing-room for winter use. There were, of course, many difficulties in making the alterations, especially up stairs, which was little more than an attic, with sloping ceilings (Continued on page 60) September, 1934 31 the h di orne life of a anseuse "Well, here I am, ready for a workout." Miss Ruth Page, pre miere ballerina of the Ravinia Opera Company, is photographed on the roof of her steel house in Winnetka, used as gymnasium. h.. , -¦ "Lake Michigan is just beyond the trees, there, and in good weather this is a perfect place for my exercising. Always sun and shade, to suit, and room enough for sun chairs, too. "My tiny piano fits into a small corner and, as you can see, the big windows admit plenty of light and air. No space is wasted in thick walls and stuffy corners of no genuine use." "Now for a little rest with Sappho, my cat. This is my living room. How do you like the big windows that come clear down to the floor? They look out on a splendid view of the lake." "Guess I'll take a stroll now. See what a big yard I've got. That's the front porch just behind me. I was glad that they could build the house without disturbing the beautiful trees." "The serious gentleman is Howard T. Fisher, president and chief architect of General Houses. He designed my house and, even if he were not my brother-in-law, I'd say he did a very good job." PHOTOGRAPHS BY DAILY NEWS-UNIVERSAL NEWS REEL 32 The Chicagoaki Dissa and Data A Number of Things You Probably Don V Know About Motion Pictures B V W ILLIAM R . \V E A V E R /% L JOLSON'S The Singing Z-\ Fool, in which he ¦*¦ ¦*• sobbed Sonny Boy to Davey Lee until the whole world wept, repented, rebelled, grossed its producers five million syncopated dollars and set an all-time record for box office returns from motion picture en tertainment. Retired Rex Ingram's The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse brought its sponsors a half million less, to take second place, and Ben Hur, Francis X. Bushman's last ride, paid four million dollars to show. The Birth of a Ration, popularly regarded as the Man O' War of motion pictures, is neck and neck with such mixed company as The Big Parade, Cavalcade, The Covered Wagon and The Jazz Singer (Jolson again) for fourth money. So let's see about that man Jolson. Asa Yoelson, sans makeup, sang his first Mammy song in St. Petersburg, Russia, to a doubtlessly appreciative Mamma Yoelson in the otherwise still watches of May 26, 1886, some twenty-three years before one Ruby Keeler arrived at a cer tain home in Halifax, N. S., and went into her initial tap dance. He has appeared in six pictures, she in three, all of them profitable in terms of box-car figures according to the 1,114- page, 4-pound Motion Picture Almanac fresh from the Quigley presses and richer in dissa and data than Jimmy Durante (b. New York City, Feb. 19, 1893; h. 5 ft. 7 in.; grey eyes and light hair; w. 150 lbs.; p. Rose and Barthelmo Durante, non professionals). For instance: Douglas Fairbanks was fifty years old on May 23 this year. Mrs. Fairbanks — up to press time, anyway — was forty-one on April 8. Fairbanks the younger, and equally mercurial if not talented, is twenty-seven. Charles Spencer Chaplin was forty-five on April 16 and he's a Chevalier of the Legion of Honor of France, which Maurice Chevalier, born in the same year at Menilmontant, France, is not, although the French Jolson's hobby is boxing and he was a dancing partner of Mistinguette at the Folies-Bergere when the incomparable Chariot was having a hard time making a living as one of the Six Lancaster Lads playing the London music halls. SHIRLEY JANE TEMPLE, FIVE, FIT AND FAMOUS, A SANTA MONICA GIRL WHO MADE GOOD IN THE BIG, BAD CITY OF HOLLYWOOD Harlean Carpentier calls herself Jean Harlow since leaving the studious environ ment of Ferry Hall, and Mr. and Mrs. Hollywood's little boy Lysle was so sure nobody would believe that was his real name that he fabricated Lyle Talbot for everybody's convenience. Dorothy Cox reached into the nowhere and found for herself the invariably misspelled Diana Wynyard, Raymond Guion parted with that snappy electric-sign name in exchange for Gene Raymond, and Lewis D. Offield is Jack Oakie to you. Billie Dove is Lillian Bohney when home folks talk about her, Fifi D'Orsay's name is no more French than her own Yvonne Lussier, but you can hardly blame Ernest Carlton Brimmer for making it Richard Dix, John Kubelsky for becoming Jack Benny or Ramon Samaniegoes for pre ferring Novarro. There is somewhat less evident good sense in Marion Douras' sub' stitution of plain Davies, but Jacques de Bujac is guilty of the grandest larceny of all. You know him as Bruce Cabot. The passing of be loved Marie Dressier in the sixty-fifth stanza of her epic career left two grand ladies of stage and screen to carry on, Henrietta Crosman and May Robson, each four years her senior. Cast them with George Arliss, sixty-six, and Edmund Breese, three years his junior, in anything from Dis ney's pen or Shakespeare's if you would witness in full flower the ageless art called acting. And credit the cameraphone with preserving the perform ances of such as these for the guidance of five-year-old Shirley Jane Temple, who doesn't seem to need it, nine-year-old Jackie Cooper, the Davey Lee of Jol son's gold-lined The Singing Fool, now ten, and the anony mous millions of their genera tion out of which shall emerge the ever unpredictable stellar personalities of a decade hence. They are scattered now, these adolescents, among the 11,028,- 950 seats contained in 18,371 motion picture theatres operat ing, 63 of them silently, in the United States. With their parents, relatives, neighbors and friends, they buy from 65,000,- 000 to 80,000,000 admission tickets each week, their fellow seekers after diversion in other countries raising the total to 200,000,000. For their entertainment the studios manufacture about six billion linear feet of film each year and how'd you like to be Joseph I. Breen, Chicago's most recent gift to Hollywood, whose job it is to inspect all of this and make sure that none of it conflicts with the Legion of Decency's ideas of what is good for you to see? If the mere statistics don't make you glad that he got the job, instead of you, reflect that Mae West's chic little number, I'm Ho Angel, is what is known as "the box office cham pion of 1933" and Mr. Breen, no less than Mae, has his public to consider. I could dig into this tome until the cows come home, unsnarling the mammoth mys tery that is the Motion Picture Code you've read so much and learned so little about, unearthing such gossipy bits as the relative ages of Ruth Chatterton and George Brent, guessing why Keep the Home Fires Burn ing has outsold every other song in the music rack, calculating the precise propor tion of marriages, divorces, parenthoods and so on to the total picture population, but I think I've gone far enough. I close, there fore, with a note (Continued on page 64) September, 1934 33 Urban Sh OWGfS THE CONDENSED VAPOR OF THE ATMOSPHERE FALLS TO THE TOWN'S NOCTURNAL STREETS AS RAIN WITH CUSTOMARY FALL COPIOUSNESS, WHILE GODDESS CERES LOOKS DOWN FROM ATOP THE BOARD OF TRADE BUILDING AND SMILES, FOR SPRING, TOO, IS UNDER HER GUARDIANSHIP. PHOTOGRAPHED BY MILLER tk I e casual camera As A Century of Progress approaches the end to which all good things must come, by the proverb, Mr. A. George Miller redirects his attention to the perpetual spectacle that is Chicago, year in and out, commencing herewith a sequence of photographic reports upon the varied incidents, activities and in terests of the far flung metropolis. SONS IN THE ITALIAN VILLAGE COSTUMED SWISS DO THEIR STEPS STREET SCENE, COLONIAL VILLAGE DANCE IN THE BELGIAN VILLAGE FIRST FORD IN ITS OWN HOME * "** - ^»i!m THE BOWERY, THE BOWERY—" STREET SCENE IN THAT DROLL REPLICA VENETIAN GLASS BLOWERS ADD TO THE INTEREST OF ITALIAN VILLAGE MERRIE ENGLAND ON THE FAIRGROUNDS, A VILLAGE FULL OF INTENSE HISTORICAL INTEREST WHICH INCLUDES PLAYS IN THE GLOBE THEATRE iOLEl J A C ¥ THE SHOPPING CENTER OF THE TOWN — STATE STREET, LOOKING SOUTH, BETWEEN STORES LARGE AND SMALL AND MOVIES AND CROWDS AND CROWDS Q Alluring and smart — that's what women say of ^/&~ V ^ livening Ensemble, Chartreuse Satin Gown under fitted Coat of stiffened Silk Mousseline hand-painted in gold. Yellow green sheer Silk Evening Gown with shirred shoulder straps. \&\ J[hey love to wear Silk because it gives them that feeling of Silk — with the glamour of centuries of tradition as th^ satisfaction and luxury — so utterly different. And then it cleans aristocrat of fabrics — is the fabric of the hour. When you buy and wears so satisfactorily. Smart women like Silk because it velvet, satin, crepe and those fabrics that mean Silk to you, asU. lends its glamour to their own — because it not only is lovely for them by name — silk velvet, silk satin, silk crepe, etc. You'll to look at, but it feels right, too. enjoy the luxury and the economy of gen/tine Silk. Look for the International Silk Guild Label | gg Silk •,¦&.? on pure dye silk I'he Fashion Parade of Silks Begins on September 17lh Throughout the Country — on September 10th in New York. Watch For It! 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What a pity. Upon the arrival of that momentous day when Walt Disney discovers that no more ideas for Silly Symphonies are forth coming, he might turn his attention to the Silly Seasons. Of these, Autumn, is the Silliest. With proper orchestral and vocal background, synchronized to a leering and cynical Mickey Mouse, doing his exercise on a portable typewriter so that the credu lous millions will know that managerial mismanagement caused Joe to be caught off third base in the final game of the World's Series, and that the Warner Sys tem with its wing backs is infinitely superior to the ancient and therefore dis honorable principle of scoring touchdowns in a running game called football. Thus approaching September and Oc tober through the fog of three Tom Collinses, it is high time — if you're still with me — to say with an air of finality which can be managed only through the medium of the printed word that this type writer jockey hereby leaves football and the World's Series to their proper places — that is, between the October jackets. Sorry, but I don't know a thing about either. Neither do lots of other folk, but they'll turn out copy just the same. Despite the theory that this is a free country, practically all Americans who are interested in sports events but who do not compete them selves, have the sneaking feeling that pro fessional athletes are bums. I'm not trying to start an argument on the subject, being something of a bum myself, but that's not the point. As Red Grange approached the end of his career at Illinois the sports scribes of the day — including this correspondent, if you want to point any fingers — did about everything but cry in type about the noble gridiron traditions enriched by the feats of the peerless redhead from Illinois, and oh, the pity of it all that it should ever end. When Bobby Jones left golf to a fate worse than death the wail through the land must have scared the Japanese. Bill Tilden cracked over a service ace and then By Kenneth D. Fry set out to do something about his bankroll. That was world shaking. It strikes this feeble commentator that once more we're out of line. Our sadness is misdirected. It is infinitely more important to the sports world that George Herman Ruth is finally seeing the light and is going to quit active baseball this year. And that Lewis Robert Wilson — bandy-legged and misun derstood little Hack Wilson — a hero three years ago, has been rudely shoved out to starve by Brooklyn, and rescued for a few months by the Phillies, who never seem to care what they do. And that Uncle Robbie chased back to Georgia to wonder what the hell it was all about anyhow,, has died. And that Burleigh Grimes, and Dawy Vance, and Grover Cleveland Alex ander are slowly fading from print and from the public mind. Here are men who have ridden the crest of fortune in a sport more honest than any amateur sport that you can name. They never got into Who's Who because they never received Ph. D.'s and never wrote books, like any little old two-by-four col lege professor. But they took their drinks and their "eatin' terbacker" along with jibes and cheers from the multitudes and the press. And they took down their share of money, too. Unimportant? Perhaps, but 46,766 jammed Fenway Park at Boston to see Babe play on August 12, two days after he announced he would quit this year. And when the Yanks were four games behind the Detroit Tigers, and the Tigers showed up at the Yankee Stadium, 72,000 moved to the Bronx to see the spectacle. To see if the Yankees were going to climb back near the top? Think not so. They went to see the Babe get hold of one and explode it into the right field bleachers. It matters little that he failed. It matters much that 72,000 paid to see two Amer ican League teams play in August. It's damned near as important as a stratosphere flight. So waste little sympathy on the amateurs. They aren't amateurs anyhow. But these old men have donated some thing. They might not be the guys you'd want for your church social, but they've kept a lot of kids reading batting averages and forgetting crap games. And when they're done, where do they go? Out of sight and out of mind mostly. The excep tions aren't worth tabulating. Mrs. Helen Wills Moody, the sturdy and sour-faced Amazon for whom this department has the highest respect, ignorantly strolled off the reserva tion recently in a desperate effort to pro duce her copy for a syndicate. Mrs. Moody, who probably writes her own stuff and undoubtedly draws her own pictures, held forth at some length, because the broadcast of the Davis Cup matches at Wimbledon was interrupted because the network which was carrying the descrip tion had a commercial program scheduled. It was a beautiful rave, and demonstrated quite clearly that Mrs. Moody didn't have the faintest idea of what she was talking, or writing about. For Mrs. Moody's information the presence of the commer cial programs on the networks made it possible to broadcast the tennis matches. And her suggestion that the sponsor should have allowed his own program to stand aside for the tennis indicates some thing or other. I have a notion that if Mrs. Moody's expense check had been withheld last year because she defaulted to Helen Jacobs in the finals of the Wom en's National Championships, she would have roared an awful roar. The situation is analagous. Also silly. As usual, our Davis Cup lads were bumped off in their over seas campaign. True enough they did a magnificent job against Australia, but true enough, too, they were shoved around by England. There seems to be a deep-rooted notion in this country that the way to train for athletic events is to overtrain. Our guys play too much tennis, but they seem to be afraid to lay off. We don't need coaches for tennis players; we need a man ager with some common sense. Or per haps he should have uncommon sense. Coaches in tennis have a racket (make something out of that if you can). A coach is valuable when a lad is just start ing out in tennis, to teach correct footwork and proper stroking. When a boy knows form, then it's up to him. That was demonstrated last year when Mercer Beasley took the Davis Cuppers across the water and got them thoroughly worn out before they had a chance to go into fainting spells during the challenge round. We have in Chicago a youngster who has been a pretty good tennis player for himself. Of late he has been pestered by a Big Ten tennis coach, whose name won't be tolerated in this column. This coach made promises that simply can't be lived up to in the Big Ten, annoyed this youth no end, worried tennis officials, and as a climax vir- (Continued on page 73) September, 1934 47 "SX CORNER A HAIRDRESS BT DELGARD OP THE DOROTHY GRAY SALON SHOWING CAP ITAL TREATMENT OF SHORT HAIR WITH HEAD-TOP CURLS FOR ORNAMENTATION LONG HAIR ARTFULLY CROSSED WITH SCULPTURED CURLS AT THE SIDES, A HAIRDRESS BY THE SILHOUETTE HAIR SHOP, SPONSORED BY ELIZABETH ARDEN (K. V F.) THE SIDE CAR, A SLEEK COIFFURE INVENTED BY DER- MOTT OF LONDON AT THE POWDER BOX OF CHAS. A. STEVENS FOR THE FALL FASH ION ABLE(TRIBUNEFOTO) Crowning Glorie An Advance Showitt By Poli THE MARFIELD, A CHARAC TER F U I. CREATION BY PHILLIP IN THE MARSHALL FIELD AND COMPANY BEAUTY SALON. PHOTO BY UNDER WOOD AND UNDERWOOD WITH dashing fall hats attacking us on every side, it behooves one and all to prepare for the battle with a thorough grooming of the heads those hats are destined to adorn. No hat, no matter how stunning in itself, looks well on a shaggy, unkempt head of hair. This is especially true this fall, as the new fashions all seem to be imbued with a certain verve which must be carried out in the coiffure to make the ensemble harmonious. Before becoming too intrigued with the new coiffures, it is A SUAVELY SCINTILLANT COIFFURE DESIGNED FOR THE MORE EXACTING PURPOSES OP EVENING WEAR, DONE IN THE RESOURCEFUL BEAUTY SALON OF THE DAVIS STORE FOR THE COCKTAIL HOUR, A TRIG LITTLE NUMBER CREATED BY CARL OF THE UPTON HAIRDRESSING SALON, PHOTOGRAPHED BY KAUF- MANN AND FABRY THE CHAMPAGNE COCK TAIL," AN EXHILARATING HAIR DRESS FOR THE BUSI NESS WOMAN, THE WORK OF ARNOLD FAX OF THE MANDEL BROTHERS SALON (k. V P.) AN EFFECT SUITABLE AL KE FOR EVENING OR DAYTIME WEAR, DESIGNED BY CURTIS FOR THE IMPENDING SEASON AND PHOTOGRAPHED BY EOLA WHITE STUDIOS CORNER ULTRA- FEMININE HEADDRESS CONTRIVED BY JOHN OF HELENA RUBIN STEIN, WORN AFTERNOONS, OR EVENINGS WITH A COMB. MODEL FROM IRMA KIRBY for Festive Fall tf the Autumnal Coiffures A R K E R well to consider the condition of the hair itself. While health and spirits benefit from the active outdoor life of the summer, hair is apt to be affected in quite the opposite manner. The sun, which gives your complexion that becoming tawny hue, bleaches and dries your hair, leaving it in no condition to yield itself gracefully to a permanent wave. Then, too, we are apt to be a bit lax with the daily brushing when life is filled with pleasure, and the hair suffers from lack of tone and vitality. This in turn causes the muscles of the scalp to sag, (Continued on page 67) COIFFURE SIMPLICITE SHOWING UPTREND OF HAIR IN SHORT ANTOINE BOB WROUGHT BY REX WEIGHTEN OF THE ANTOINE SALON, SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE DR. GLADYS OGILVIE IS SEEN WEARING A SOFT, BRUSHED UP, NATURAL-LOOKING HAIR DRESS POSSESSING RARE CHARM, MOST APPROPRIATE FOR THE COCKTA L HOUR SHORT HAIR IS SHOWN DRESSED OFF THE NECK IN THIS BRILLIANT HEADDRESS EXECUTED BY VIRGINIA MILLER OF THE ELLA PEHL SALON (KOEHNE FOTO) tk ese wi ill L 7TU.B mrs. byron harvey, jr., always chic and vivacious is sketched in two smart costumes from her wardrobe for the first fall days. "This bright blue woolen, checked with gold thread and finished with huge gold buttons, I chose for its simplicity and the interesting material. It is very wearable for street, sports and wor\. With it I shall wear a matching blue fabric beret and brown accessories in suede," says MRS. harvey. The second s\etch is a version of the new tunic dress in soft shades of gray \nitted woolen, in the most interesting and subtle stripe. "It is really my favorite sports costume. I like to wear it and shall certainly wear it into late fall," says MRS. harvey. Fall clothes seem far from the minds of Miss MARY reed and her cousin MISS JEAN SCHWEPPE of Lake Forest, who are both a gorgeous brown from days at Onwentsia playing tennis and swimming. However, Miss REED showed us this stunning brown striped crepe dress and brown woolen coat ensemble and told us, "This suit is one of the dark things I have that is nice for town in late summer — and for the beginning of cooler days. I wear it with a brown hat faced in white." The dress has long sleeues and the material set in at different angles makes the most interesting design. MISS SCHWEPPE is sketched, too, in a white woolen coat with a gorgeous red and stiver fox rippled collar that is charming. MRS. FREDERICK POOLE, JR., showed us one of the most stunning of all the big hats we've seen this season. Huge navy blue with sprawly satin bow- With it is worn a navy blue sheer with long coat figured in red and white. Like all busy Chicagoans, MRS. poole says, "I am still too occupied with summer to think much of fall clothes. I love large hats and will wear this dar\ ensemble through the last warm days. It is really my favorite costume." ! I JlA4_ I | \OAXl fVfl (id— By The Chicagoenne MIlm V. _&UY\.lJi tomorrows modes In another sketch MRS. POOLE is in a beautiful bois de rose crepe with unusual cowl nec\ in back over the jac\et. The dress is shirred and pleated in front and is charming in color and line. MRS. JOHN R. winterbotham, JR., who likes summer clothes that are simple and tops them off with unusual hats, is sketched in a costume which she is taking with her to the cooler climate of the White Mountains in September. A Tyrolian hat, that is the chicest of chic on MRS. winterbotham, who can wear the most unusual things with such charm, completes a suit with brown woolen s\irt and tan corduroy waist length jac\et with gold buttons and lapels piped in green. "With this I wear a white linen blouse, peasant style, shirred at the nec\ and brown suede shoes. It is my favorite sports costume for fall," says mrs. winterbotham. MRS. JOHN b. barnes, whose wardrobe is unusual and in dividual, tells us, "I first choose a hat, for I love hats, and then select a gown or dress to complete it." The results are indeed charming. In the sketch at the top, MRS. barnes is wearing a gay print of chartreuse, tan, gray and green on magenta. The colors of the grosgrain ribbon are repeated in the stiffened band on the hat. mrs. barnes says, "Another cos' tume which I shall wear through late summer in town is this navy blue pol\a dot taffeta which is dar\ enough for cooler days too." Worn with it is a huge nauy sombrero hat that is stunning, and topped off with a bunch of flowers of many colors. I 1 L^^Lidi-JU_ck- TCTtAjL- . cJhree LKooms A Pictorial Presentation FUERMANN THE LADIES' COCKTAIL ROOM IN THE DRAKE HOTEL, WITH ITS GREEN AND WHITE PEPPERMINT STRIPED PAPER, SOLD MOULD INGS, BLACK CARPETING AND GREEN DRAPERIES, IS AS CRISP IN APPEARANCE AS A FRESH LET TUCE LEAF. BLACK SETTEES ARE UPHOLSTERED IN WHITE FABRI- COID. MABEL SCHAMBERG, DECORATOR, AND BENJAMIN MARSHALL, ARCHITECT, COOP ERATED IN CREATING THIS ROOM THE DRAKE HOTEL BAR HAS THE INTIMATE QUALITY OF AN OLD NEW ENGLAND TAVERN. YOU CAN SIT BY AN OPEN FIRE IF YOU LIKE OR PERCH ON A HIGH STOOL AT THE BAR ITSELF. FRENCH CARTOONS' MAKE AN INTERESTING WALL COVERING, WHILE GREEN WOODWORK, GREEN AND WHITE POLKA-DOT GLAZED CHINTZ CURTAINS, GREEN LAMPSHADES AND AC CENTS OF GOLD IN MIRRORS IM PART AN AIR OF SOPHISTICATION INTERIORS SHOWN ON THIS PAGE ARE BY MEMBERS OP AMERICAN INSTITUTE OF INTERIOR DECORATORS THE GAME ROOM IN THE RESI DENCE OF MR. AND MRS. PHILIP T. STARCK, 330 WELLINGTON AVENUE, IS DONE WITH WALLS IN THREE TONES OF PINK BEIGE, DEEPENING IN VALUE TOWARD THE CEILING, WHICH IS IN A LIGHTER TONE. THE SOFA IS COVERED IN A ZEBRA PATTERNED WOOLEN MATERIAL AND THE PIANO IS PAINTED WHITE WITH GLASS LEGS SET IN CHROMIUM. DECORATED BY PIERRE MOREL 52 The Chicagoan Du Barky Principle DU BARRY, who ruled the most luxurious court in 18th Century France, inspired the Du Barry Beauty Preparations. In them, the secret of Iter ever radiant skin is captured for lovely women everywhere. • A new type of face ... a new type of skin care comes winging in with romanticism in clothes. Du Barry Beauty Preparations have long been the secret of an exclusive group of elegantes. Now, with the return of true femininity, comes a sweeping vogue for Du Barry grooming preparations and the Du Barry hand princi ple treatment. These salon preparations are professional beauty aids perfectly adapted to home use. As a refreshing "pick-up" — as a grooming program — they are without peer anywhere. Du Barry gives you feminine beauty without extravagance. 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Majunga's streets murmur with many tongues. ¦ )«*G^„' tM\ *<£ °A gUin] . k* rsv.^ WORLD CRUISE ALL THE WAY Majunga, "Town of Flowers", is a Franconia feature. Never before visited by a world cruise, piquant, unspoiled ... in a few years its fame will be spread abroad. This novelty distinguishes the Franconia itinerary. Smug souvenir -grabbers may not care about it — but to people with a spark of something in them it's the big reason they go! The excellence of Cunard White Star— Cook hospitality they assume naturally. What they demand is the electric sense of having been somewhere . . . the keenness which comes only from the unusual. And so, they choose the Franconia. The 1935 Cruise takes 139 days, visits 33 ports and covers 37,070 miles. Sailing from New York January 12th, from Los Angeles January 26th, it will be as tangy a jaunt around the world as you could imagine. Early reservations, of course, are best . . . and your local agent or Cunard White Star— Cook's will be glad to conspire with you. Rates, including shore excursions, are as low as $1750; $125 less from Los Angeles. May we send you descriptive itinerary and rates? CUNARD WHITE STAR LIMITED 346 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago TIIOS. COOK & SOX 350 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago FRANCONIA ONLY AROUND-THE-WORLD CRUISE TO THE SOUTH SEAS AND SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE Readin' and Writin' The Keep-Your-Book Club By Marjorie Kaye YOU are invited, Ladies and Gentlemen, to become char ter members of The Chicagoan's Keep-Your-Book Club, which is my very own spur-of-the-moment title yet hath a faintly familiar ring to it which Fm too weary and out of sorts to investigate. And why should I be weary and out of sorts, who have nothing to do but read a few books, write a few words about them, and so to pay day? Well, the answer to that is the answer to why a Keep-Your-Book Club, and if you've borne with me this long you're in for it. I'm weary and out of sorts because the good souls who borrow books have been in top form this month and I haven't snapped at one of them — yet. And I wouldn't be so weary and out of sorts on that score, at that, if I hadn't been equally irritated, a very long time ago, by the no less wearisome people who lend books, whether you want them to or not, and who are forever after you, thereafter, to return them. And don't say Fm no lady, to break down and admit that neither the book borrower nor the book lender is my idea of good company, because Fm not a lady today — Fm just a book editor running wild and call ing spades shovels. The which, in my opinion, it has long been up to some brave spirit to do and Fm going on vacation anyway. I ask you, if you're still listening, whether you like to lend your favorite book of a given moment to your best friend, enemy or bridge partner. And you answer, if you observe the rules commonly followed and resented in such matters, that you like to, that you want others to share your enjoyment of it, and all that rubbish, but you know and I know that you don't like to lend a book you like to anybody you like or dislike or wish would just go off somewhere and forget you, so we'll skip your reply and spare you embarrassment. And then I ask you, if you haven't recoiled in horrified amazement from this brazen honesty, whether you like to bor row a book, wanting to or not, from a friend, enemy or dinner companion, knowing full well that you'll feel that you must sprint through the reading of it and return it before the owner begins reminding you of it, and that you'll not find time to do the sprinting, and that, if you do, you'll forget to return it anyway, for at least so long a time that the book will be for gotten by everybody in the world, including yourself, but never including the owner, who'll hate you and, after politeness for bids further inquiry, carry forever a low and scornful opinion of your integrity, sanity and probable morals. And you answer, as before, or perhaps a little more heatedly this time, that you regard these matters in a wholly different light, that you wouldn't think of saying the things Fve said, maybe that you think Fm getting pretty far off first base for a book editor, and again I know and you know that you don't like to borrow a book any better than you like to lend one and that the whole blasted business is a great nuisance and ought to be done away with in some painless manner. And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the purpose of the Keep- Your-Book Club, a most informal and benevolently selfish organization founded here and now for the utterly snobbish, snooty and wholly human purpose of restoring peace, calm and dignity to the natively honest and distinctly enjoyable act of buying, reading and treasuring a good book. As founder and, I suspect, sole defender of this exclusive club, I have fashioned THE CHICAGOAN 407 S. Dearborn Street, Chicago, Illinois. Book Editor: I have read your announcement of the benevo lently selfish Keep-Your-Book Club and you may enroll me as a member thereof at no cost to me or you, and have you read any sood books lately? Name Address 54 The Chicagoan ecause it is the finest naturally matured brandy in the ) world, Hennessy is preferred everywhere .... for liqueur . . . . for brandy-and-soda for cocktails for medicinal purposes wherever good brandy is called for Distilled, matured and bottled at Cognac, France, since 1765. mm ??? : COGNAC BRANDY Sole Agents for the United States: Schieffelin & Co., New York City, Importers since 1794. September, 1934 55 EMPIRE ROOM PALMER HOUSE scores triumphantly with the finest music and entertainment \ FEATURING TED WEEMS and his celebrated orchestra The Empire Room is acknowledged to be Chicago's smartest, most popular supper club. Every night, amid its colorful setting, gay crowds dine and dance to Ted Weem's incom parable music. Brilliant Floor Show Nightly The Empire Room sets the fashion with its superb entertainment — great artists of conti nental favor — all-star acts. Always the Empire Room gives you the newest of the finest enter tainment. Enjoy an evening in the beautiful Empire Room. Always 69 degrees cool. NO PARKING WORRIES Drive up — step out. Doorman will park your car. 75c for eight hours DINNER $2.50 No Covtr Charge MINIMUM CHARGES DINNER . . . . $2.50 SUPPER 2.00 (Saturdays, Sundays and Holidays, $2.50) EDWARD T. LAWLESS, MANAGER a simple and determinedly terse form for use of any independent spirits present who may find themselves in accord with my resolutely insurgent sentiments. I don't expect a landslide of joiners. I shan't be disappointed if there aren't any — it's quite a break to make, quite a defy to fling at convention — but 111 feel that I've accomplished quite something, which is the last thing expected of a book editor anyway, if I have so many as one name to emblazon on the records of time, next month, as that of a man, woman or child equal to the strenuous task of saying No to lender and borrower alike. And here, my friends if any I have left, are the findings of my colleagues who have resisted the call of out-of-doors to read the books of the month : Bag o' Tales — Effie Power — Dutton: As the proud, patient and perspiring parent of an eight-year-old upon whose ears have been inflicted a no doubt brutal tonnage of juvenile literature, with the natural result of a highly developed and loudly explo sive critical faculty, I venture to pronounce this the best all- age, all-purpose collection of stories that I have come upon in a prolonged and determined search. I regret only that it did not come to hand three or four years earlier in the life of my auditor. If you have young, of either gender and of any age up to fourteen, you owe them this book. — W. R. W. Beauty for Sale — Ethel Hueston — Bobbs-Merrill : Born in an Iowa parsonage, Elysea seemed endowed with nothing more than an inopportune habit of day dreaming. Eventually her odd looks became recognised as very great, if unusual, beauty. Because of her shabby childhood, Elysea determines to be rich and very rich. Her method of attaining her goal, with the help of her beauty and a very strict upbringing, as she ventures first to Chicago and then New York, makes very entertaining read' ing.— P. B. Brain Guy — Benjamin Appel — Knopf: And another author walks the Gang-plank, but he's not so able as Cain. (Ooh!) More of a literary effort than other hard-boiled, right-to-the- button novels; negligible as to plotting. — D. C. P. The Cat and the Curate — Charles Gilson — Stokes : There are three stars in Gilson's novel and the star among them is Susan, the Persian cat that becomes the tall, slender, graceful green-eyed, long lashed human Susan who taunts and haunts our Peter Abelard (of 30) when he visits his beloved. It is refreshing. — M. K. The Chance of a Lifetime — Walter B. Pitkin — Simon and Schuster : You can expect some serious Marching Orders for the Lost Generation which are well worth considering in this cur rent Pitkin. It should not be missed. The Chance of a Life time is filled with valuable information for you and you and you. — M. K. Cheap jack — Philip Allingham — Stokes: In English carni val-fair slang a "cheapjack" is a fellow who lives by his wits. And this is a rather amazing autobiography of a young aristocrat and Oxonian turned mountebank. There is a glorious glossary, too, of pitchman slang; for instance, a "palone" is a "moll."- — P. McH. EGGS — Pennington'Platt-Mandeville'Snyder — Progress Publi cations: It sounds like a henny subject, but the two volumes run the gamut of history, romance and economics. George Rector says (it has been said) there are 742,362 ways and means devised for the gourmet's delight (eggily speaking) . Vol ume Two contains 33 omelette recipes and 27 additional sug' gested fillings! That isn't all; there are recipes for most every thing. Don't overlook Eggs. — M. K. English Journey — J. B. Priestly — Harpers : It is difficult to find a better explanation of the text than is given on the title page, "Being a rambling but truthful account of what one man saw and heard and felt and thought during a journey through England during the autumn of the year of 1933." Get out the Atlas and follow Priestley. He gives a wealth of detail and marks each town with a hero or heroine. Whether one starts from Harwich to London or from Southampton to Bristol and Swindon makes no difference. If you want a trip with little expense through England read English Journey. \t is one of the best books of the month. — M. K. Heirs of Mrs. Willingdon — Mathilde Ei\er — Doubleday Doran: When Julia Willingdon died there was a revival of the scandal concerning Mrs. Willingdon and her chauffeur. 56 The Chicagoan In homes where the art of living achieves its finest expression in open-handed hos pitality . . . you are almost certain to find Old Rarity. This is the Bulloch Lade Scotch you have heard about . . . literally fit to set before a Kins* or Your most honored guest. Distilled by Messrs. Bulloch Lade of Glasgow . . . now imported (along with Gold Label) to the United States. It is appropriately called "the whisky of distinction." *BY APPOINTMENT TO HIS MAJESTY, KING GEORGE V CO-DISTRIBUTORS IN EASTERN STATES AND PACIFIC COAST STATES: McKESSON SPIRITS CO., Inc. DIVISION OF McKESSON & ROBBINS, INC. DISTRIBUTORS IN MIDDLE WESTERN STATES: COLLEGE INN WINES & SPIRITS DIVISION OF COLLEGE INN FOOD PRODUCTS CO., 125 West. Lake Street Franklin 2198 Chicago, III. September, 1934 57 Ciri (cyutstandtng NEW YORK HOTEL At The Delmonico gentlefolk are assured of the unobtrusive service and quiet taste that they are accus tomed to enjoy within their own homes. Single Rooms from $4 a day Double Rooms from $6 a day Suites from $8 a day Distinguished RESTAURANT HOTEL DELMONICO Park Avenue at 59th Street NEW YORK UNDER RELIANCE DIRECTION WILLIAM DANFORTH— The inimitable Mikado changes his makeup to become the Sergeant of Police in the "Pirates of Penzance." This grand old actor is one of the many reasons for the success of the Gilbert & Sullivan Company now playing at the Studebaker. This was augmented when Julia's stepdaughter engages the chauffeur. All the kinks gradually straighten out, however, as the witty novel unfolds. — P. B. Holy Deadlock — A. P. Herbert — Doubleday, Doran: Eng land's and Punch's, foremost humorist, Mr. Herbert, used to be a lawyer, and here he goes Dicksonian with much propaganda about the stupidness of current British divorce laws. But he probably wouldn't mind if his American readers skipped some of his stolid anti'this and that passages. Anyway, the author of Water Gipsies and The Old Flame is still England's, and Punch's, top humorist. — D. C. P. I, Claudius — Robert Graves — Harrison Smith S=? Robert Haas: Short of having been a Roman Emperor, which may not have been an unqualified glory at that, reading Graves' su' premely competent and intimately human account of the ex perience, in the first person, is an extremely satisfactory sub stitute. Whatever may have been your impression of life and civilization among the Romans, the book persuades you to revise it, revalue it, invest it with a new interest and meaning. I count it among the major reading chair pleasures of a period rigidly restricted, the mercury boiling as it was, to the perusal of guaranteed pages. — W. R. W. The Motion Picture Almanac — Quigley Publishing Com- pany: An extremely comprehensive, eminently authentic and masterfully compiled reference book on the motion picture art' industry and allied subjects, a goldmine of information and a lifesaver to the sincerely interested and often misinformed cinemagoer. — W. R. W. Murder of the Honest Broker — Willoughby Sharp — Kendall: The author of Murder in Bermuda turns out a pretty nicely molded yarn, and the "dick" in it isn't a fancy-Vancy sort, but an honest New York bull. — P. McH. My Normandy — Mary Cable Dennis — Dutton: Nostalgia for Normandy, Chartres and Paris — (To The Life!) is created by this delightful little volume by one who finds true happiness in her little home, Rein du Tout, in Normandy, far from the city's din and pall. — M. K. 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Accessible to all transportation. 73 EAST ELM STREET 4 ROOMS - I BATH 5 ROOMS - 2 BATHS This building adjoins Lake Shore Drive. many happy and sorrowful happenings between the years 1910 and 1930 within the Chester family circle. The story of three sisters moves rapidly, quickens the pulse, provokes laughter and tears and makes more friends for Diana Patrick and her gift for telling tales. — M. K. Prize Baby — Victor T^orman — Christopher: A first with promise of a future for its creator, though not necessarily a brilliant one. It's about a nasty little Fauntleroycurled punk a prize winning baby, and his social and wealthy Chicago family through several generations. — D. C. P. Robin of the Mountain — Charlie May Simon — Dutton: A nicely gauged and not too complex or simple story of life in the Ozarks through boy eyes. — W. R. W. Runyon's Blue Plate Special — Stokes: Here they are, Ladies and Gentlemen, all of those Damon Runyon short stories that you missed in their various magazine appearances, all in a single snug binding and all brisk, colorful, bright as a new silver dollar and fresh as Shirley Temple's smile. An old hater of reprints, a confirmed foe of literary compilations and never, until now, a Runyon reader, I have put this volume under lock and key and I defy all comers to beg, borrow or steal it for so much as an hour. You'd better buy it. — W. R. W. The Second House From the Corner- — Max Miller — Dutton: The author of I Cover the Water Front and The Begiyining of a Mortal gives a true sample of effectiveness in simplicity. He builds the second house from the corner, mar' ries and lives there. The story he tells his wife when he arrives home late to dinner ,one evening is a classic. — M. K. Secret Ways — Andrew Soutaf — Claude Kendall : First rate mystery story and well written, with an eccentric old duck (a retired judge) who wanders through and mystifies as he wanders. (Kendall proof 'reading certainly could be improved.) — E. E. A. So Red the Rose — Star\ Young — Scribners: If you are looking for a novel of the South, of the Civil War, rich in pageantry and characterization, try these 431 finely written pages. — M. K. The Story of an Itinerant Teacher — Edward Howard Griggs — Bobbs'Merrill : Griggs perforates the philosophy of some of our folk who managed to make the Twentieth Century deadline. Perhaps if they would absorb some of the philosophy he has been broadcasting to the six million, life might be more than, as they hold, just a dream. His treatment of post war topics is not always interesting, but the good points overlap the bad and Professor Griggs has written another good book, his autobiography. — M. K. Unconfessed — Mary Hastings Bradley — Appleton Century: Murder mysteries seem to be in the lead this month. Here's one that can be placed right at the top, according to preview and review. The heroine is an art critic, young and beautiful, who proves to be sleuth as well. — M. K. The Woman He Chose — J. H. Wallis — Dutton: A little feeble is The Woman He Chose "recommended by the Secret Six" while Murder Mansion is in circulation. — M. K. Week-End House (Begin on page 31) and tiny horizontal windows on the sides. Dormers were added in place of these to give more air and light. A floor space 19' 6" x 26' had to contain the four bed'rooms and wardrobes, a bath and linen closet. Consequently, none of the rooms could be large, and required small scale furniture. After the garage was built one of the children's bed'rooms was made a part of the owner's room, its occupant thereafter taking posses' sion of the guestroom, which was in turn transferred to the space above the garage. All of the remodelling and furnishing was done by the decorator, Florence Ely Hunn, A. I. D., of Chicago. In making the alterations, care was taken to have the roof lines of the additions follow those of the original house, so that today it has no appearance of having been "patched" or "added to." Native shrubs from the countryside massed around the entrance and along the new foundations tie the white clapboard house to the sloping lawns and orchard. The effect is that of a low rambling farmhouse of many years' standing. 60 The Chicagoan Seei n' Chicago "Let's Take the Outer Drive" By Roland C. Thompson <fT~T TELL, here we are, folks — and believe me, you're \l\ I going to see a real town. Mrs. Herman, you sit * » in the back seat with Mamma and Mary Louise, and I guess Herbie will have to sit in Mamma's lap. And Bill, you and I will sit in the front, and I'll try to point things out to you as we go along. Everybody all set? O. K! "You know, I said to Mamma last week, when we got your telegram, that I could hardly wait till Bill and Mrs. Herman got to Chicago, so I could show them the town. Didn't I Mamma? I hope you don't mind if I brag a little bit. Boy, do I like this town! We've been here four years now, and you couldn't drag me away. You know, Bill, last year I almost had to go to St. Louis for the firm, but they sent another guy instead, and was I glad? It was just two weeks before the Fair opened, at that. I guess that was a break for me, huh Bill? "Here's the South Shore Country Club. What do you think of that for a clubhouse, folks? Not bad, eh, having a golf course like that right smack in the middle of the town? Be pretty handy, wouldn't it, to have an apartment on the Drive, right across the street? Still and all, it would have its drawbacks too — your wife could open the window and yell loud enough to have you paged while you were playing the nineteenth hole. Not so good, eh Bill? "This is the entrance to Jackson Park, and from now on we are on what they call the Outer Drive. Look at all the yachts over there in the Lagoon, Mary Louise. Aren't they pretty? See that big Old Timer over there? That was built for the World's Fair in 1893 — been there ever since. They call it the — what's the name of it, Mamma? Santa Maria, I think, anyhow, one of the boats Columbus came over in, or something. You know, when Herbie gets big, he's going to have a big yacht, and keep it here in the Lagoon and take his Dad for a ride once in a while. Aren't you Herbie? I'm getting ready right now — went down the other day and bought myself a yachting cap. Ha ha! "Look, Bill, over here on the left. Jackson Park golf course. Muni' course — only costs forty cents a round. Swell course, too, with some pretty tough holes. I damn near broke a hundred a couple of weeks ago, if it hadn't been for a lousy eight on the first water hole. Kinda tough to get on, though. We'll play Saturday afternoon — if we leave at six o'clock Friday night we ought to make it. Herbie! For Pete's sake quit jabbing that lollypop in the back of my neck! "Here's the Jackson Park bathing beach, Mrs. Herman. Isn't that a sight for you? You know, that's one nice thing about Chicago — practically one big beach from 95th St. on the south to Evanston on the north. They say that on a hot Sunday after noon there's close to two million people on the beaches. What, Mamma? All right, all right, maybe it is only half a million. Just like a wife, Bill — call you a liar for a lousy million and a half people. Ha ha! Did you bring your bathing suit, Mrs. Herman? I was gonna say, if you didn't, it wouldn't make a whole lot of difference, so many of the girls are wearing rub' ber suits this year, we could make you one out of Mamma's last year's bathing cap. Aw — that was just a little joke, Mamma — you never did have a sense of humor. "Look over here — on this side — one of the real sights of the town! That's the Museum of Science and Industry, folks. How does that compare with the Elks Club back in Akron, Bill? You know, that was one of the original World's Fair buildings in 1893 — stood right where she stands now. At that time it was the — well, darned if I remember, but one of the buildings. When we came here four years ago you never saw such a wreck in your life. It was falling apart. Honest! Big holes in the walls, most of those columns knocked over, and pretty much of a wreck all around. But Julius Rosenwald (you know, the Rosenwald of Sears Roebuck) gave the city some Wouldn't you like a BACARDI Cocktail • • as we mix it in Cuba! kPACARDI yC1* Then, please, Sehor, do it this way: i jigger of Bacardi Juice of half a green lime x bar-spoonful granulated sugar Shake well in cracked ice If you have been to Cuba, you have tasted the Bacardi cocktail. You know how delicious it is. And you may have wondered, perhaps, why so often you order a Bacardi cocktail in this country and find it — delightful, yes — but different perhaps from what you have re membered. Well, then, here is the Cuban way. So now you can treat your guests to the real, true Bacardi cocktail that every visitor from Cuba has always talked about. IMPORTATION Copyright, 1934, Sehenley Import Corp. 'BACARO/ Sehenley Import Corporation, sole agent in the United States for Compania Ron Bacardi, S. A. September, 1934 61 Call a cab. "Driver, take me to the Elizabeth Arden Salon . . . it's just around the corner from the Drake Hotel!" Step into the cool luxury of the treatment room. Sink into the cushioned comfort of the chair. Forget there ever was a World's Fair! Relax, relax while . . . The soothing fingers of the Arden expert gently brush away fatigue lines. Drift into a restful doze while night shadows are erased from eyes and mouth. Then wake up with a rush of pleasure as a cooling tie-up encircles your face . . . stimulating circulation, flushing your complexion with natural loveliness! You'll be loath to make your exit from the Salon that blesses you with so much of youth and vigor and fresh beauty. CALL FOR AN. APPOINTMLNT /§ M m+ 70 EAST WALTON PLACE, CHICAGO PHONE: SUPERIOR 6952 NEW YORK LONDON PARIS BERLIN Elizabeth Arden, Inc. Elizabeth Arden Ltd. Elizabeth Arden S. A. Elizabeth Arden G. m. b. H. ROME: Elizabeth Arden S.A.I. TORONTO: Elizabeth Arden of Canada, Ltd. DRAKE STUDIO A NEW PORTRAIT OF MRS. WEBB L. GIBBS, 7526 COLFAX AVENUE, WHO WAS RECENTLY APPOINTED NATIONAL RADIO CHAIRMAN OF THE LEAGUE OF AMERICAN PEN WOMEN dough and the South Park raised some more and they rebuilt it. Took 'em a long time, but look at it now! That's the way they do things in this man's town. By the way, you'll probably be glad to" know that they say that building is the finest example of Greek architecture since the— since the — hell, I never can think of the name of that building! What was that old building in Greece, Mamma? Got it right on the top of my tongue, too. Well, I'll think of it later. W^hat did you say, Mamma? Oh he does, does he? Wouldn't you know? Why in the heck that kid has to wait till we get out here on the Drive and a couple of miles from a gas station — Listen, Herbie, I asked you before we left and you told Papa 'No,' didn't you? Gosh. Does that burn me up! "That's the Chicago Beach Hotel over there, Mrs. Herman — see — the big building with 'Chicago Beach Hotel' on top of it. Did I tell you that this is all made land we are driving on? Fact! Why say, at one time the people staying at that hotel could step right out the side door in their bathing suits and right into the lake. This has all been filled in since. Some body told me the city of Chicago had to pay that hotel a million dollars for their reparian rights. What? Why, — reparian right, Mrs. Herman, means that there's sort of a law that — well, it's like this : If you build a hotel on some property you bought on the edge of a lake, right smack on the edge of a lake, see, with the idea you'll get a crowd of customers on account of it's such swell bathing, and then the town you are in comes along and says they are going to move the lake out farther by dumping in a bunch of dirt, so they can build a drive for automobiles, then you got reparian rights. That's your rights to swim in the lake right out of the hotel, see? And they gotta pay you. "Look, Mary Louise! See the people riding horses over there on the bridle path? That's what I like about this town, Bill — there isn't any sense in going away to a summer resort for a vacation, 'cause we got everything right here. We've been on the Outer drive twenty minutes and what do we see? Yacht' ing — golf — bathing — horseback riding — everything but moun' tain climbing, and I wouldn't be surprised to come along here any day now and find 'em building a mountain. Ha ha! Gosh, Bill, that one sap riding the black horse over on this side can't. post for sour apples, can he? It's a cinch that baby wasn't in the artillery during the war. Wouldn't Colonel Bush have given him hell if he caught him riding like that? Boy, I can 62 The Chicagoak MAURICE SEYMOUR BARONESS VIOLET BEATRICE WENNER, 617 ITALIAN COURT, WHO WILL GO TO WASHINGTON IN THE FALL TO CONTINUE WORK UPON HER PORTRAIT OF PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT hear him now. Yeh, I've often wanted to climb on a horse's back again. I still got a darn good pair of Cordovan boots down in a trunk in the cellar. Mamma and I are going to try it one of these days — as soon as I locate a horse in one of these riding academies that's strong enough to carry Mamma. One of Wilson's six horse team would — all right, all right! Pete's sake — I was only kidding! And now folks, right ahead of you is what you came all the way from Akron to see. Yep, that's her! The little old World's Fair! And if you don't think that's a swell sight from the Drive at night, when she's all lit up like a million dollars, you're crazy. I'm kinda sorry we didn't wait till tonight to drive down here — I always like pec pie to see it lit up at night for the first time. That's the Nash Tower there, and here is the Travel and Transportation Build ing. See the way that roof is supported by cables, Bill? It's just hung there, kinda. They say that difference in the weather — hot and cold — makes that roof move up and down. Just like it was breathing. More than that — that real hot day last week she positively panted! Ha ha ha! And here's the Chrysler Building, the General Motors Building and up ahead here is Henry Ford's new building. You know he wasn't at the Fair last year — the Indian villages stood right where that building is now. How much was it, Mamma, that Henry had to pay the Indians for their reparian rights? "Here's the villages. This is the Black Forest, here's Old Eng land, and up ahead here is the Colonial Village. Across the way there — see that tower that's leaning over sort of cock-eyed? That's the Italian Village. That's where Sally Rand is now. Instead of fans this year, she dances around carrying a bubble. Tomorrow night, Bill, we'll go to see her dance — get a ringside seat and take a couple of long pins. A bubble — get it? Ha ha! What's that? Mamma says the pins are out, Bill. nm 1 his is the Belgian Village, here. Pretty swell, huh? Great inside, too. Every hour, I think it is, they have girls and fellows dressed up in native costumes, dancing what they call Tolk Dances' in a courtyard in the middle of the village. They got one dance where at the end of it the fellows kneel down and the girls kiss 'em. Then, after it's over they do it over again only this time they ask if there's any men in the audience who want to trade places with the fellows. They get volunteers, too! I'll never forget one night last year, during the September, 1934 HOWE V ARTHUR Shouldn't your motor car possession reflect your individual tastes? Shouldn't it also measure up to your standard of living? Too often we are judged by the car we drive. Chicagoans now, through Cadillac's Exchanged Car Department, can maintain and satisfy their desire to own First Quality cars such as Cad illac . . La Salle . . Packard . . Lincoln . . Pierce- Arrow, et cetera . . at startling new low prices. Buyers are learning that these cars with built- in, long life quality, lasting engineering re finements and superb styling are safer, better motor car investments and can be had for the same or even less money than a cheap new car. Drive your old car in today, or write. Get Cad illac's "Convenient Payment Plan." 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"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 Canadian Pacific, J. C. Patteson, Steamship Gen eral Agent, 7 1 E. Jackson Blvd. , Chicago. Phone : Wabash 1 904 Rvmritata WORLD CRUISE CUMMINS LESLIE COMBS II ON THE BALL AND WILLIAM DODD FERGUS OF THE GREENBRIER POLO CLUB ON THE PRACTICE FIELD AT WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, WEST VIRGINIA, WHERE A LIVELY SUMMER SEASON OF POLO IS CONTINUING INTO AUTUMN American Legion Convention. They sure got action! A whole Post from Milwaukee was there, and they rushed up in a body, damn near a hundred of 'em! They say that one blonde nearly got killed in the rush. "You can't see it from here, but right over there is Hawaii. Maybe you read about it in the papers, where a girl jumps in the volcano every night. Mamma and I were there one night last week. Swell spot— sit underneath a palm tree, drink a gin buck, and listen to the music. By the way, talking about Hawaii, did you hear the latest story about Mae West? Well, she was on a boat coming back from Hawaii, see, and the newspaper reporters got on the boat at San Francisco and asked her what she thought of Hawaii, and she said — all right, all right, Mamma! Sure, I know — you told me a dosen times already — little pitchers have big ears. Remind me, though, to tell you when we get home, Bill. It's a wow! "That was the Twenty-Third St. Bridge that we just passed. That's where Mamma and I usually go into the Fair on account of it's handy to everything. There's the Firestone Building, Bill, — does that look familiar? You'd be right back in Akron — if you could only smell the rubber. There is a place you'll sure have to go — they build tires in there every day. Maybe if you ask 'em they will let you take off your coat and build a couple — just to keep in practice. Be like the postman going for a walk on his day off! "Look, Herbie! Look, Mary Louise! Here's that exhibit where they have the big prehistoric animals. Look close and you can see them — up above the fence. What do they call that big one? I think it's dino-dino'something — sort of a diszy name. Well, I'll think of it later. And there's the General Industries Building, and here's the Swiss Village. (We'll get three or four beers there tomorrow, Bill, and climb the Alps and yodel. What? Hear that, Bill? Mamma says, yes we will, over her dead body.) And there's the tower of the Hall of Science and, — say! What do you know? I been so busy showing you folks the sights I forgot to get gas at SeventyFirst St. and I'm damn near out. Just about enough to turn around and go back over the TwentyThird St. bridge to a gas station on South Parkway — if we're lucky. Well, we'll have to leave the Outer Drive, folks — just for a little while. Anyhow, I'll say this much — it sure is a break for Herbie!" Dissa and Data (Begin on page 33) of thanks, in behalf of all the cinema editors in the world and Walter Winchell, who can write his column out of The Motion Picture Almanac for six months without taking his feet off the desk, to Editor Terry Ramsaye and Managing Editor Ernest Rovelstad for the finest work of its kind ever printed. 64 The Chicagoan Jungfraujoch Paradise Above the Clouds By Marie Widmer WINTERSPORTS in midsummer! Glacier tours, dog sleigh rides, ski-ing and high alpine ascents within three and one-half thrilling hours spent on electric trains! It sounds incredible, but the days of fairytales are not past, and experiences more remarkable than those recorded in the pages of Grimm and Lewis Carroll are awaiting the for tunate adventurers who journey from Interlaken, 1,863 feet a/s, to Jungfraujoch, 11,340 feet a/s. We left our radiant hostess "between the lakes" on a July morning, which held out equal promises to those who pre ferred to bathe and bask in the local Lido, and to those whose ambitions soared to some of the glorious mountains which form such a matchless setting for this resort. The snow- crowned Jungfrau, appearing like a vision in the background, was our goal and the magic stairway which leads to that much trodden roof of Europe winds through a pageant of scenery so varied, and so sublime, that the trip is all too short. A milky glacier stream flowed with youthful buoyancy at our feet and stretches of fragrant pines accompanied us through verdant meadows, on which sunburnt chalets held out a friendly welcome. Presently we reached Lauterbrunnen, where the Staubbach, 980 feet high, is the most impressive of the multitude of filmy cascades to which this valley owes its name — "nothing but springs." Cars were changed and the next stage of the journey was •through delightful pastoral scenes. Herds of well-kept cattle were gracing everywhere and the tinkling of their bells awak ened a feeling of happy contentment. One gem of scenic beauty followed another, and where Nature seemed to have surpassed herself, there inevitably beckoned settlements of man. Miirren, above the lofty cliffs to our right was pointed out to us, a lovely, sunbathed spot reached by a daring funicu lar. We passed Wengen, one of the foremost summer and winter playgrounds of the Bernese Oberland region, so allur ing in its alpine setting that countless tourists pay it homage year after year. Then came Wengernalp, 6,160 feet, and finally Scheidegg, 6,770 feet, where a train of the Jungfrau railway awaited those bound for the trip above the clouds. Eigergletscher, Eigerwand, Eismeer, Jungfraujoch! The beautifully appointed and electrically heated carriages were filled in a few minutes and a second train, kept in readiness, accommodated the overflow of passen gers. From a midsummer temperature, which, due to the lack of humidity is, however, never uncomfortable in the lower regions of Switzerland, we are now bound for Winter's all- year abode. But before the train had started there was a distant rumbling, a roaring like thunder. "It's only an avalanche," we were assured, but somehow we felt grateful that our climbing would not be exposed to the perils of these treacherous snow slides. Eigergletscher, 7,620 feet, reached in fifteen minutes on the only open-air section of the Jungfrau railway, is the perma nent headquarters of the Direction and its personnel. Here, in immediate vicinity of the Eiger Glacier, we caught a first glimpse of the lines four-legged assistants, the polar dogs, which pull sleighs and perform general transportation duties over the glaciers and snowfields in this vicinity and on Jungfraujoch. At this point the railway cut directly into the giant bodies of the Eiger and Monch. Huge apertures hewn into the mountainsides at Eigerwand station, 9,410 feet, and at Eismeer, 10,370 feet, afforded close views of the region of eternal snow and ice which we were traversing. Everywhere so-called seracs, rocks of ice of fantastic form, towered one above the other. It seemed as if ever so many cathedrals had been sub jected to a tremendous upheaval and had finally been turned into ice. Another fifteen minutes of breathless suspense, and then BROUGHT TO AMERICA RY . . WMtbread's Doubfe B-ovvn a*d Pale A',- have been associated with ales of the highest quality for nearly 200 year*. 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Here, by merely passing through a rock gallery, we found ourselves face to face with a panorama extending from the da^slin" splendor of snow and ice to the tender poetry of mountain valleys and the fertile plains of the lowlands. When Jungfraujoch, the terminal of the railway, was inaugurated in 19 12, it was equipped with a modest station and a simple lunchroom, which soon became the busiest eating place in the world. An urgent need for better accommodation made itself felt, especially after the world war, and blasting was started in 1922 for a real hotel. While the temporary structures on Jungfraujoch were of wood, the new buildings, whose style of architecture is strictly in conformity with the alpine surroundings, are entirely of stone and iron, the former coming from the Eiger Glacier section. The railroad station is exceptionally spacious and a large elevator conveys visitors immediately to the fourth story of the hotel, to the waiting room, adjacent to a broad balcony, which seems to be directly suspended above a sea of glisten ing glaciers. The hotel itself features a beautiful dining hall seating 180 guests, and since the entire establishment is oper ated by electricity, the perfectly served dinner near one of the huge windows overlooking the Great Aletsch Glacier proved thrilling from beginning to end. As there are naturally no springs available in this altitude, water for household purposes has to be melted from the snow and then filtered. Practical sport attire and an extra wrap are desirable for a visit to Jungfraujoch, but we discovered that even badly equipped visitors need not forego their frolics in the snow, as the railway loans nailed boots, overshoes and a variety of other necessities for a trifling fee. Pure, sparkling snow everywhere! The mere thought that while our friends were perspiring in the hot summer sun, there we were reveling in the gifts of Winter, added sest to the fun. Skiers were practicing for an approaching contest; and several teams of polar dogs were kept busy on the nearby vast snowfields, those of the so-called Jungfraufirn having in re cent years been made accessible by the blastings of the Sphinx Tunnel, 774 feet long. As it requires only three to four hours to reach the peak of the Jungfrau from the Joch, many climbers, who would never have ventured to attempt the long ascent from the lower regions, are now able to conquer this wondrous moun' tain, and the direction of the Jungfrau Railway graciously presents the successful mountaineers with a certificate. It is self -understood, however, that such an ascent should never be attempted without a guide. But Jungfraujoch is not only a mecca for lovers of scenic beauty and wintersports, either in the height of Summer or in Winter. On the contrary, as we ^ere thrilled to discover, it is furthermore an all-year abode of scientists. In September, 1931, the High Alpine Scientific 66 The Chicagoan INTERLAKEN IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND, FROM WHICH ONE MAY ENJOY A MOST INSPIR ING OUTLOOK ON THE STATELY JUNGFRAU NIKLES, INTERLAKEN Institute Jungfraujoch was turned over for operation to the different international scientific organizations which are its sponsors and among which the Rockefeller Foundation in New York is included. Previous attempts had been made to conduct scientific ob servations in high altitudes. Such efforts invariably had to be abandoned, for reasons of inadequate transportation facili ties and shelter. But Jungfraujoch fills all requirements throughout the year, and an abundant supply of electric cur rent produced by the Jungfrau Railway Power works at Lau- terbrunnen is at the disposal of the scientists and workers residing in this altitude. Crowning Glories (Begin on page 48) allowing the oil glands to overflow, wasting their supply of oils and coloring matter on the scalp instead of sending them into the hair proper. Known as oily dryness, this condition makes the hair look oily although it is really suffering from lack of nutrition. The oils which over flow to the base of the hair dry and cake, causing what is commonly called dandruff. If this persists long enough, the hair becomes so clogged and starved for nourishment that it loses its coloring or falls out. Our grandmothers were taught that no less than one hundred strokes daily were necessary with the brush to have beautiful hair. It is a wise maiden that knows her hairbrush half so intimately. Don't think that just any kind of brushing will suffice, for the hair must be taken in separate strands and each one brushed up and out from the scalp. This method lifts and stimulates the muscles controlling the oil glands, leaving the hair soft and fluffy, and does not brush out the wave. The ordinary way to brush the hair, flat against the scalp, drags the muscles down more than ever and pushes the hair into the free oil at the hair roots. For an excessive condition of oily dryness, which may be recognized by the oil at the base of the hair and dry bleached ends which have a tendency to split, a tonic is recommended in addition to the brushing. Careful shampooing with soft water and good soap solution or oil shampoo will do a lot to restore the luster to your locks. There are excellent shampoos designed for every type of hair, so you may select the one which will do the most for your par ticular coloring. Hot oil is especially beneficial for all hair shades. Henna rinses and shampoos will put delightful glints in dark hair, while camomile and special blonde shampoos and rinses will enable fair sisters to keep the coloring gentlemen are said to prefer. JQair with a tendency to wander and lose its wave soon after a shampoo may be kept in order with a touch of brilliantine, and that, too, is made in shades to suit your particular hair color. Some of the tonics may be used IRWIN FURNITURE ¦1. ||H| ; lifcfli IP $[' v***'"+*iv**»t> P^'.yjfiP^I in Two ? • CENTURY : of : PROGRESS ? : HOMES There is real inspiration for -home lovers in the Irwin Furniture which furnishes the two Stran-Steel houses at the Fair. The Town House is an excellent example of modernized decorative treatment and the furniture represents a careful selection of period models in modern treatments. The Garden Home is inexpensively furnished in the simple and unpretentious manner of the Eighteenth Century, but treated in modern feeling. After you have seen the Irwin Homes visit the Irwin Showrooms at 608 5. Michigan BL, where you will see the largest display of fine custom furniture in the middle west. You will always be most welcome. ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. Chicago Showroom 608 S. MICHIGAN BLVD. -^^ J2AWL Hcwe [u [if You can forget you are hostess when you give your party at Hotel Shoreland. An ex perienced catering staff assumes all respon sibility. You are as carefree as tho' you were a guest — as tho' you had been invited to your own affair. And you can be lavish in plan without being lavish in expenditure. Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake • PLAza 1000 September, 1934 67 A PHILCO See this New 1935 Model on display at Electric Shops • In the new 1935 edition of the famed Philco 16X are embodied all worthwhile radio improvements. These include world-wide re ception, Philco's renowned Inclined Sounding Board and the Auditorium Speaker. When you hear this model you'll thrill to its glorious tone, its tremendous power. 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East of the Blvd. instead of the brilliantine, or even as a waving solution. No matter what particular ailment your hair is suffering from, you will find products adequate to relieve the condition, so there is really no excuse for not keeping your crowning glory at its best. Hair, no matter what the color, should be soft and accented with highlights to be truly beautiful. When you have recaptured the soft fluffy texture and the gleaming highlights through a course of brushing, massage and careful shampoos, whether self-applied or otherwise, then it is time to consider a new permanent wave and a new coiffure. We are no longer forced by custom to arrange the hair in one of the few popular ways, but an individual coiffure may be designed to suit each person. Naturally, this must be done with due regard to the contour of the head and face. Let your coiffure be both smart and becoming. Most of the new styles have an upward trend, showing the hair line at the neck and exposing the ears. Curls are plentiful but restrained to main tain that sleek effect. PREPARATIONS FOR THE HAIR Elizabeth Arden — Ardena Hair Tonic — No. 1 for Oily Hair, No. 2 for Dry Hair, Ardena Spotpruf Hair Tonic, Venetian Hair Pomade, Venetian Hair Ointment, Venetian Dandro, Venetian Velva Shampoo, Henna Shampoo Powder, Camo mile Shampoo Powder, Graduated Henna. Harriet Hubbard Ayer — Scalpinol Hair Tonic, Petrocrude — Liquid or Cerate, Hair Pomade, Wave Set, Arimal Shampoo, Pine Tar Shampoo, Granular Shampoo, Henna Shampoo, Snowdrift, Brilliantine. E. Burnham's — Lustrozone Brilliantine, Dandruff Remedy, Herb-ol for Hot Oil Scalp Treatments, Dyps Waving Fluid. Coty — Brilliantine in the Coty perfume odors, Hair Dressing, Hair Lotion, Hair Tonic. Charles of the Ritz — Golden Sheen for Blond Hair, Blueing for White Hair, Dandruff Lotion, Liquid Shampoo, Pine Shampoo for Oily Hair, Tar Shampoo for Dry Hair, Scalp Food, Tonic for Dry Hair, Tonic for Oily Hair, Water Waving Lotion, Brilliantine in solid or liquid form. The Fair Store, Mandel Brothers. Daggett and Ramsdell — Perfect Oil Shampoo. Delettrez — Shampoo for Light Hair, Shampoo for Dark Hair, Hair Tonic for Dry Hair, Hair Tonic for Oily Hair, Dandruff Remedy, Special Scalp Ointment, Corrective Oil, Scalp Salve Brilliantine. Carson Pirie Scott and Co. Frances Denney— Scalp Ointment, Hair Tonic, Henna Shampoo, Tar Shampoo. Barbara Gould — Shampoo, Hair Ointment, Hair Tonic, Bril liantine. Dorothy Gray — Flozor Blonde and Brunette Camomile Lotions. (Lesquendieu, Inc.) Guerlain — Hair Tonic. Houbigant — Fougere Royale Lotion and Brilliantine, Quelques Fleurs and Ideal Brilliantine. Richard Hudnut — Liquid Green Soap, Cardinal Hair Oil, Du Barry Brilliantine in solid or liquid form. faquet — Brilliantine in Rose, Orchid, and Naturelle. Charles A. Stevens Powder Box, Mandel Brothers. Lentheric — Liquid and Solid Brilliantine in the Lentheric per fume odors, Tonic for Dry Hair, Tonic for Oily Hair. F. V. Loc\efer (Marshall Field Annex) — Ef-v-el Solvent and Shampoo. Agnes MacGregor — Hair Reconditioner for Hair Structure, Health Bloom General Tonic, Tonic for Oily and Tonic for Dry. Marshall Field and Co. Ogilvie Sisters — A complete line of hair preparations including Tonics, Shampoos, Pomades, Brushes and Combs. Charles A. Stevens Powder Box, Saks-Fifth Avenue, Mandel Brothers. Kathleen Mary Quintan — Brilliantine, Hair Elixir, Hair Salve, Henna Shampoo, Olive Oil Shampoo, Tar Shampoo. Helena Rubinstein — Herbal Shampoo, Hair Tonic, Balsam Oil — a hot oil shampoo, Hormone Scalp Food, Medicated Treat ment for dandruff, Dandruff Lotion, Brilliantine — Liquid and Crystallized, Scalp Food. Stransit Brush made by the Prophylactic Brush Co. Yardley — Camomile Rinse, Henna Rinse, Liquid and Solid Brilliantine. 68 The Chicagoan THE SIX-METER SLOOP "MOLITA" OWNED BY RONALD M. TEACHER OF GLASGOW, SCOTLAND, WHO WILL RACE HER IN THE SIX-METER MATCHES SCHEDULED FOR AMERICAN WATERS IN SEPTEMBER Maior Lohr (Begin on page 21) or not paying. While most of the myriad orders that flood "General Head quarters,1' as the Administration is libeled by the anti-army faction, are signed by Martha McGrew, the opinion around the place has come to be that the little lady's importance has a tendency to be overrated. She is obeying an order every time she signs an order, and if she seems a sere and soulless animal, eating her raw egg in her office of a morning, it is because she, like the man in whose precepts her own mind has been trained, has a fighting conviction that no one should give an order he cannot obey himself. The only order that Martha McGrew refuses to obey is the order that employes shall work six days a week. She works eight. But she takes her cue from her boss, who left the fair grounds exactly ten times all last summer. What sleep each of them got was at odd hours. Like the devil, neither of them actually slumbered. The end result was that Martha McGrew grew even smaller in total area and Lohr, weaker than he looks, and susceptible to most things as the result of a tough bout with typhoid fever in his boyhood, collapsed like a shanty and had to be taken out to Arizona and reconstructed. It was in 1922 that Martha McGrew entered Lenox Lohr's life via a want ad, with the responsible experience of chief clerk of the War College behind her. In that year Lohr was called from his instructorship in the army engineering school to be editor (at his major's salary) of the pallid bi-monthly publication of the Society of Military Engi neers, known, logically enough as The Military Engineer. Dur ing his (and Martha McGrew's) seven years there, he hiked up the circulation from 1200 to 1800 and the advertising from 8 to 45 pages. It was his first publishing job. Charley Dawes was president of the Military Engineers, and that is how he met Lohr. They did not know each other during the war. Dawes liked the way Lohr's head set on his shoulders, and he had a business man's affinity, anyway, for individuals who took things out of the red and into the black. So when Charley had sold Rufus on the fair, he brought Rufus down to Washington to take a look at Lenox Lohr. 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SHERMAN HOUSE CELLARS LA SALLE AND RANDOLPH CORNER IN HOTEL SHERMAN UNDERWOOD W UNDERWOOD MARSHALL FIELD AND COMPANY PORTRAY IN THIS GOWN THE SWING TO SILK MATERIALS WHICH WILL BE CELEBRATED BY THE INTERNATIONAL SILK GUILD THE WEEK OF SEPTEMBER |Q-I7 to a bigger house, with an elaborate workshop in the basement for Papa, who likes best to hunt and to fish and to plod through the woods but hasn't had any time for that since he took over the world's fair. How a major of engineers qualifies as a manager of a world's fair has mystified some people. The answer is that he doesn't. Had Lenox Lohr been selling ribbons in Field's basement, and doing it well, the Daweses would have fingered him to run their world's fair. It is a Dawes theory, and it is immutable -with them, that the man is all that matters — not the job. That accounts for not only Lohr's presence there but the presence of the ten or twelve other army boys in top jobs. Charley Dawes liked the way they ran a commissary, or drove a motor lorry, or dug a latrine, so he hired them to run his fair. The fair has its flaws, and most of them seem to go back to the army boys who ran commissaries, or drove motor lorries, or dug latrines so nicely. Last year, when the army boys were more strongly entrenched, the flaws were bigger and better, particularly as to showmanship. This year Lohr, wiser without being very much older, has listened more attentively to his young civilian department heads. He is out' growing the army — sensing, if not yet realising, its limitations. The young civilian department heads appeal to three real urges in him — rashness, nerve, fatalism. But I don't know whether there could have been a fair at all without the preponderance of army boys, just as I don't know whether there could have been a fair at all without the army major who is running it There is a bovine kind of persistence that is found only in soldiers and peasants, and it seems likely that without that per' sistence, things being what they were between 1929 and 1933, the exposition would have died a hundred deaths, one of which, at least, would have been fatal. So here is to the army boys, and here is to Lenox R. Lohr, Maj., U.S.A., (ret.), with his Tightness and his uprightness, with his everburning Chesterfield cigarette, with his citation (that he never talks about) for service in the Meuse'Argonnc 70 The Chicagoan UNDERWOOD V UNDERWOOD ANOTHER CREATION IN SILK FROM MARSHALL FIELD AND COM PANY TYPIFYING THE RETURN OF STYLISTS HERE AND ABROAD TO EXTENSIVE EMPLOYMENT OF PURE FABRICS IN THEIR WORK offensive (twentynine days without taking his clothes off) , with his pure but proud mathematics, with his predilection for analogies, parables, allegories and platitudes (one of which is: "Platitudes are usually wrong"), with his fight, and a fight I think he will certainly win, to keep an open mind and not an army mind, with his confidence in himself and his homely reli' ance on the homely virtues, with his homely, strong face, which he keeps out of the papers because he hasn't the time, "not because I don't like publicity," with his devotion and his de' voted, with his best of all possible world's fairs, and with his arrogant, mistaken certainty that whatever he does when this is over he will never run another fair, "because it's too tough" — when he knows that he'd take a crack at spinning the sun (if he could see a mathematical possibility of putting it over). Music (Begin on page 25) ten enthusiasts have attended every con' cert! They bought season tickets and made it their pleasure, or business, or vacation to take full advantage of the opportunity offered. You cannot, however, tell in just what breasts the love of music will find a lodgement. You have noted (or at least we will assume that you have) the narrow passage which the ushers keep cleared at each entrance to permit those wishing to leave to do so without fighting their way through the waiting crowd. One evening a young woman, who in that light looked pretty much like any other young woman, seeing this open space darted in. The usher on duty said : "Excuse me, lady, but you must take your place in the line and wait until the close of the number." As she made no move he courteously repeated his official ad' monition. She turned and said: "Oh! Hell. 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EAST FIFTY-FIFTH STREET at FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK SUBSCRIPTION BLANK One Year, $2.00. Two Years, $3.50. Three Years, $5.00 &7P <Tk £I4ICAG0AN 407 SOUTH DEARBORN STREET CHICAGO Enclosed please find $ covering year subscription to The Chicagoan Magazine under new rates printed above. Name Address City ? New | ~1 Renewal ingns h (Begin on page 23) _ the sanctuary. They called them "eles." That the words ele and yland were once the current term for aisle is shown in the record referred to above, and in the fol' lowing inscription in the aisle of an ancient church, also re ferred to in the Chicago Library. It reads as follows: "Orate pro Roberti Oxburgh . . . quite estud ele fieri fecit." Yes, Mr. Bennett, philology is a "tricksy business,1'' as you say. If you must write iland, then also write ile. If it is wrong to put an s in island and confuse it with isle, then it is wrong to take it out of aisle and confuse it with aile. But into such sorry messes do attempts to justify shingled English lead us. Mr. bennett has another arrow in his quiver to justify his literary bolshevism. He quotes Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queene to show that English simplifies as it grows older, and that therefore the WGN move is merely to speed up the process. Here is his illustration: Then, bowing downe her aged bac\e, she \ist The Wic\ed Witch, saying: "In that fayre face The false resemblaunce of Deceipt, I wist Did closely lur\e ..." "Of seventyfour words (in this vein)," says Mr. Bennett, "the spelling of eleven has been simplified in three hundred and forty-four years." Well, I do not grumble at this rate of simplification if we do not lose anything by it, but let me say that eight of the eleven examples merely show the dropping of a final e. And it is a moot point whether the dropping of the e would have helped the poem from Spenser's point of view. He wrote it to be read aloud, slowly and distinctly, so that an audience in the baronial hall of those days should hear every word of it. Read the lines again aloud as if you were to recite them to a crowd in a theatre before the days of amplifiers. Any practiced orator will tell you that the addition of every seemingly superfluous e is a reminder that the word needs to be drawn out to be audible. Spenser was a master craftsman. He was writing his words to be spoken on the stage of those days. Of the remaining words, the same may be said. Fayre is better pronounced so, for stage purposes, than fair, which is easily confused from a distance with far. Spenser, in fact, was spelling to prevent the clipping of syllables, a common fault which teachers of elocution are still correcting to this day. Even the extra p in deceipt reminds the speaker to lie long on the vowels and, by closing the lips for the p, gain extra stress on the final consonant so that the words "the false re semblaunce of deceipt," may fairly hiss through the theatre. That, my friends, is craftsmanship. Words written by the play wright as he would have them spoken. True, no one bothers to do that today. The playwrights do not have to educate the actors. But in those days the players were people of little education. It was an event when a great man wrote a piece for them. Oan Mr. Bennett honestly say that his list of words will improve pronunciation? Rather are they not a form of shorthand; a concession to those who are not good spellers. Colonel McCormick makes no secret of the fact that he is of the number. "I was a classical scholar," he told me once. "But I am not a good speller." There are two questions I should like to ask Colonel "John- son" McCormick and Mr. "Boswell" Bennett. If it is desired to shingle English, why not begin by shingling superfluous words? On July 1, referring to the sailing of the Italian liner, Rex, The Tribune quoted its record speed at 28.96 knots an hour. Most small boys who are interested in cruis- ing know that a knot is a nautical mile an hour; 28.96 knots, saves two words, and has the whole of maritime authority be' hind it. No need to go back to Chaucer to prove that. Secondly, if it is really desired to simplify spelling, and not make a mere newspaper stunt out of it, why not begin with 72 The Chicagoan Drink ftalM Old 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 . ¦ ¦¦;¦ "Oh, Major, you forgot your leg!' the words that are already simplified in the "World's Greatest Dictionary" — the Oxford English Dictionary — the serried tomes of which take up greater space in the Tribune library than any similar compilation? These words are flexion, deflexion, re flexion, inflexion, genuflexion, connexion, and disconnexion. The Tribune still spells these words flection, deflection, in flection and so on. WGN seems to have lost a chance of catching up with WGD. The conservative English are ahead for once. Yet the opinion of Henry Bradley, the editor and successor to Sir James Murray, was proudly quoted as the italicised text to a Bennett Sunday sermon on simplified spell ing which occupied three Tribune columns, some time ago. If the pundits of the Tribune Tower would set out to give us the World's Greatest Prose, then I would willingly pasteur ise it with them. But I will not wander with them through the tortuous mazes of medieval English, when paths to the improvement of prose are at our front door. I long ago tired of educating myself backwards. Like most people, I am glad that I know enough of the past to appreciate the present. Most of the rocks to which I have clung in my life have been shat tered one by one. The last one is the belief that I can spell well enough by rule of thumb to earn my living. Severest Critic (Begin on page 17) it was you who said I kissed like an adagio dancer?" "Well, I — You see they — I — ." "You didn't like the way I kiss. Well — ." Webbie finds herself vised in arms of steel. Her head forced back. Lips fervent and burning pressed to her lips. In her struggles she suddenly realizes that now she won't have to see that third act to find out whether or not she likes Ward Wilcox. Sports (Begin on page 47) tually ruined the boy's tennis. The youngster has a grip on himself now and has given this bird the go-away signal. And incidentally keep an eye on a boy named Charley Shostrom, a Chicago high school youngster who's about the best prospect hereabouts in years. Casual comments on current condi tions : Tops in something was achieved when Italy sent a com mission over to investigate the Carnera-Baer bout. . . . Result: fight was on the level. Lousy, but square. . . . The deah old Tribune should take over the elections. . . . The suspense en- oLtve in THE nARRAGAITSETT by the lake 22 -stories of modern 4-5 and 6 room apart ments. Nine minutes to business by Illinois Central. — Twelve min utes to the loop by motor. 1640 E. 50th St. There is an agent at the building every day in cluding Sundav. FRED H. BASCHCn mAnAcemEnr. September, 1934 73 Here's sparkle, pep and happiness I'm just a mural — neverth'less I've beat my way around and know What smart folks like and where they go — That's why the praises loud I boom Of Knickerbocker's Tavern Room! I'm on the way with service spright, I'm on the job | both day and night 'Cause smart folks dine and use my bar — They come from near they come from far I'm just a figure on the wall — But all the same — give me a call! TAVe&n Mi»l« I Walton Place, east of Michigan I discriminating women appreciate the individual wor\ of curtis "creator of chic bobs" beauty salon 49 e. oak del. 6482 gendered during the poll for coaches for the All-Star game cer tainly was a build-up. . . . The National Amateur golf tourna ment is just another tournament. . . . There ain't no Jones. . . . Loosen those vocal cords on Sept. 15. . . . Bemidji Teach ers and Itasca Teachers pry open the football season at Bemidji. . . . Wherever the hell that is. . . . Purdue boys are popular at Culver. . . . Paul Moss, Ail-American end, did summer school coaching there last summer, but was a little too much "dese, dem and dose.11 . . . This summer Emmett Lowery, an other end from Purdue and a sweet basketball and tennis player, was at Culver. . . . One of the best of the boys. . . . Add things that gripe me — all the publicity on King Levinsky's marriage. ... Or anything on King Levinsky. . . . Someone please tip off those Cubs. . . . Fm beginning to weaken on that prediction that they'll cop in the National. . . . Could it be possible that the Cubs will have a new president next year? . . . Plenty of newspaper lads hope so. . . . It's too bad George Lott isn't as good in singles as he is in doubles. . . . And from the showing of Shields and Wood, Lott might have done as well or better. ... In fact, some of our officials were hoping, in the series against England, that Shields would develop a cold or something so that Lott could sub. . . . This department con tinues to string with Ross to beat McLarnin at New York when they tangle again. . . . It's nice to come back from vacation and find that Londos and Lewis are going to mix, or whatever those guys do. . . . And it's good to get back to work so I can rest up from that vacation . . . Edit ona (Begin on page 9) that he isn't the kind of fellow who would intentionally mislead your readers in a matter of this kind, so I'm mentioning all of this to you by way of suggesting that you caution your make-up man about cutting recklessly into factual copy for the mere purpose of making all of the columns come out evenly. And for your information, or his, we have a new Mayor now, one Edward J. Kelly, and he, like his predecessor, is "a veteran politician who knew well his local Who's Who," but he hasn't been assassinated yet, although you never can tell about things like that in a hardboiled town that's proud of it, and I'll wire you, when and if he is, so that you can make suitable alteration in any article about Chicago you may have in type for an issue going to press at that time. Fraternally, The Editor. Col. Robert R. McCormick The Chicago Tribune Tribune Tower Chicago, Illinois. DEAR COL. MC CORMICK : You may or may not be interested to learn that, after twenty- odd years of acute addiction, during which period my reactions descended the usual scale from extreme exhilaration to pro tracted melancholia, I have broken myself of the Tribune habit and all's right with the world again. It was Dr. Orr's red, white and blue cartoon of July 25th, The Falconers, printed alongside the plain black and white picture of Old Glory, that turned the trick. After that I just couldn't go on taking the stuff. Now, a mere month later, I find myself a well man, capable of observing of a morning that birds are singing, skies are blue, man and beast are up and busy with doing something or other, probably useful, and life seems to be going on about as usual. I trust you will convey my thanks to Dr. Orr and that you will continue him in his humanitarian endeavors in order that others may be benefited as I have been. Sincerely, The Editor. DOLLARS a\ N JAPA^ No time like now to decide about a tr the Orient where exchange rates are exc ingly favorable to you — where your dc go farthest and buy more ! N. Y. K. I rates are low too — dealing two telling b blows to Old Man Cost. Breeze-swept I crammed with unusual experiences and :- fun. Superb service and cuisine. 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Chit*' The Chicago* |HERE'S AN AIR ABOUT THE Windermere «s, an air of- contentment and refine- 5nt, a home-like atmosphere where M can relax after a busy day, a whirl at ? Fair, a day on the links, a canter over dutiful bridle paths in Jackson Park, or *ip in Lake Michigan— all within sight. hat a location — truly the grandest dress in Chicago. Visit the Windermere. Within its portals ^re's a home for you, accommodations *uityour individual needs at moderate ^ces. Your out-of-town friends are also *rdially invited. Only 7 minutes from * Fair and 10 minutes from the Loop. '¦ '. V*>fr:.. __ HOTELS Windermere 56th Street at Jackson Park Telephone Fairfax 6000 ? Ward B. James, Managing Director WHAT A MIXER! Superb brandy- like "aguardiente/' elaborated with mellow wines . . . then aged at least five years. Cocktails, highballs, punches, tall-ones. What a mixerl MEXICAN HABANERO SELLING AGENTS ^^ McKesson Spirits Company 40 East 30th St. N,,w York Division of McKesson & Bobbins Inc. Music and Lights Don't Let Your Guests Go Wrong By Donald C. Plant BACK in the Town, after a month on the Fairgrounds (while Mr. McHugh is probably not doing much hunting or fishing in the Northwoods — because he isn't even there) we found it sort of like Class Reunion down at the Hotel Sherman's College Inn. What with Buddy Rogers and his Cali' fornia Cavaliers back in the bandshell it couldn't seem otherwise. Although there aren't. any especial Celebrity Nights such as the Byfield Basement has during various seasons, there are always a few celebs dropping in to pay their respects to Buddy. And the autograph hounds flock around the young maestro like pigeons around a kind-hearted peanut vender. It's just like it was last summer — at the Inn and at the Pabst Casino. Buddy has a lively new show, featuring Beth and Betty Dodge, a couple of cute gels who know their French soubrette stuff, as they should — having played at the Folies Bergere in Paris last year. Novelty song and dance numbers are their forte. Dolly Dell, a blonde, high'kicking acrobatic dancer, is another newcomer. And the new line of dancers is the May fair Girls, who were seen here last spring in All the King's Horses. Tall, willowy gels they are and a bit toward the thin — average about five feet nine and one-half inches in height. And there's only one blonde in the line of eight. Little Jackie Heller climbs upon his stool sonny-boy and pours out several new numbers — one, The Breeze, especially suits the little vest pocket personality vocalist. And Jack ("Screwy") Douglas, the comedian, does his various balmy numbers much to the chortling of the guests. It's a fine, well-balanced show that Buddy has. And it's sort of Homecoming at Ches Paree, too, because Harry Richman, the buoyant Broadwayite, is back there for a three weeks stand. Harry, you may remem ber, is holder of Chez; Paree's all-time record for capacity busi ness and length of engagement. Immediately his local engage ment under the Mike Fritsel-Joe Jacobson banner is over he BUDDY ROGERS AND TWO OF THE DAZZLING MAYFAIR GIRLS, DORIS ANDERSON AND JOAN ORNER OF THE COLLEGE INN LINE Delightful Coolness Recent scientific tests show that adequate and properly designed awnings make a difference of 26% to 40% in the cooling of interiors. Such awnings also increase the value and salability of fine residential property. Carpenter Awnings offer de pendability, correctness of design, convenience, beauty, and enduring satisfaction. Our booklet, "Awnings, and How to Select Them," will be ready shortly. May we send you a eopyt Craftsmen in Canvas 440 NORTH WELLS STREET Chicago S J Perior 9700 millie b. oppenheimer,inc the loveliest fall clothes are now being shown. ambassador west 1300 north state fc SEPTEMBER, 1934 75 Dr. Gladys Ogilvie of the Paris Salon of the (QiJLaO^ is in Chicago at the Mandel Brothers Beauty Shops and toilet department Do come in and visit with her. Of course no charse. Ogilvie Sisters preparations are also on sale at leading depart ment stores. The Villain always gets his! Virtue triumphs at every show, aboard the Mississippi River SHOW BOAT DIXIANA (Moored in River — Diversey Pkwy. Bridge) (No. 2200 WEST) Chicago's Only Real Novelty An old time River showboat — present ing grand old Melo dramas in true show boat style. Nothing Like it in Chicago! It's easy to reach the show boat — Take No. 34 Bus — Speed Boats from Mich. Bl. Bridge Daily— 8:15 P.M.— Pop. Mat. Sun. 2:15 Prices Reflect the Old-Time Spirit SAT., SUN. DUG '«l» SUN. »UC »«C)I Mat. Sun. — 800 Seats SOc — 200 seats 35c (All Prices Include Gov. Tax) 1000 Seats Ph. Arm. All reserved for Reser. 7 ACRES FREE PARKING returns to New York to star in Say When, a musical comedy written expressly for him by Ray Henderson. Richman heads a company of his own choosing, and always a trail-blazer for today's tyro who is tomorrow's celebrity, he has surrounded himself with many new faces and fresh talents for his Chicago sojourn. The Palmer House people have added Barry Devine to their Empire Room show. Devine is a singer of popular melodies and comes to Town following thirtyone weeks at New York's Biltmore, two consecutive seasons at the Rooney Pla2;a and the Miami Biltmore and four solid years with NBC. The rest of the show remains — Stone and Vernon and their Leopard Lady number; Lydia and Joresco; Gali'Gali, the magician; several other acts and the Abbott Dancers and Ted Weems and his orchestra. The lovely Silver Forest of The Drake has a new band grouped in the bandshell. — Johnny Hamp and his Kentucky Serenaders. Earl Burtnett and his Hollywood orchestra, who have had a successful summer there, have gone a-touring for six weeks, including a week's engagement at B. 6s? K. Chicago Theatre. Hamp and his boys will preside in The Drake stand during his absence. Avila and Nile dance. The history of Hamp and his outfit is rather interesting: his first break of any consequence was at the Seaview Country Club at Atlantic City where he played for a special party in honor of President Harding. "Some of his outstanding engage ments include the famous Kit Kat Club, London; Ambassador Hotel, Atlantic City; Miami Biltmore; and an extended stand at the well-known Cocoanut Grove. Last summer, you remem ber, he opened the La Salle's Hangar for a nice run. Hamp originally played at The Drake about six years ago and has always rather thought of The Drake as home. His present unit, to quote him, is the finest he has ever assembled. With autumn coming up, from which time through to spring, the fashionable L'Aiglon Restaurant is genuinely popular, Teddy Majerus, host of that epicure's ren dezvous, announces that there'll be some changes made. Changes within the cultured L'Aiglon are rare indeed, but prominent architects have been seen hovering around the Amer ican Bar with blue prints. A huge "Square Bar," requiring STONE AND VERNON, FAMOUS ADAGIO TEAM, WHO PRESENTTHEIR LEOPARD LADY NUMBER BUT ONCE NIGHTLY IN THE EMPIRE ROOM When CDo YOU ©pen With No Trump'' Honestly now, if yon play a bit of contract here and there, even with ex ceptionally good partner* do you always know what your partner means when he opens a "One N* Trump"? If you are in a mood to break down and tell the unvarnished truth, doe? your "One No Trump" bid always convey the message you are trying to get over to your partner? THE CHICAGOAN is pleased to an nounce that the October issue will carry the first of a series of articles on contract bridge by Mr. E. M. Lagron Mr. Lagron needs no in- troduction to the central west. He is one of the most interesting writer? and talkers on contract in the United States. For years, his talks over the radio have enjoyed a tre mendous following. Hi* series of articles in TH* Chicagoan a year ag° brought a greater response from readers than an) other single editorial fea#» ture. His first article of the 1934-1935 series is titled "One No Trump?" It wiH either end or begin hun* dreds of arguments on thi- subject. THE CHICAGOAN suggests that no great er favor could be per formed for contract- playing friends than telling them of this new series and suggesting that they subscribe im mediately, so as not to miss the first one. There is a convenient coupon on page 72. 76 The Chicago5 Nightly Except Sunday ^|P 7 P. M. 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New entertainment, quite sensational, we under' stand, is to be presented in the beautiful main dining room, but otherwise Teddy wisely leaves the charming old place the same. Brother Alphonse has returned from Europe and the noted L'Aiglon wine cellars with their tremendous variety, now bulge with additional rare vintages. As we go to press, the traditional beer drinking (speed) contest, an annual event at the original Harry's New York Bar in Paris, is being inaugurated here at Harry's New York CaBARet, just over the River on North Wabash. Last year in Paris the contest winner established a new record of two litres of beer in eleven seconds. (A litre is one cubic decimeter, equaling 1.0567 U. S. quarts—approximately one sip over a quart.) But Charles ("Harry") Hepp, owner of the local gay spot, was pretty confident that a local or Fair guest elbow bender would shatter the mark. The competition was to be a five days' affair from August 27 to 31 with judges and timekeepers on hand afternoons and evenings. A huge silver cup, emblematic of the championship, was to be awarded the winner and all contestants coming within two seconds of the record were to have drinks on the house. CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT (Continued from page 6) TABLES Dusk Till Dawn COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The goodole Byfield Basement with Buddy Rogers and his band playing nightly. There is some superior entertainment with the Mayfair Girls in the line. 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. CHEZ PAREE— Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. Mike Fritzel has just introduced his latest revue headed by Harry Richman and a lot of talent. Henry Busse and his orchestra are in the bandshell. TERRACE GARDEN— Morrison Hotel. Franklin 9600. The splendid new tropical garden with palm trees, cocoanuts and beautiful lighting. Clyde Lucas and his orchestra play and Romo Vincent is M. C. SILVER FOREST— The Drake. Superior 2200. Johnny Hamp and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Avila and Nile are the dance team. JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Paul Pen- darvis, a newcomer, and his orchestra play and Robert Royce is back heading the entertainment. There's a new bar. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. World-famed dancing and refreshment rendezvous on the edge of Lake Michigan. Entertainment with Herbie Kay and his band. 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. OFTHE FAIR A FRESH CLEAR COMPLEXION — and on time for any engagement B U R N H A M jjcuzccdc #100 T for quick facial COME in any time ...You will be hurried only to the extent you wish. If you are not rushed for time, have a soothing Kalos Facial. See for yourself how that tired look changes to an ap pearance of roseate fresh ness . . . how thoroughly and quickly the ravages of the sun are repaired. PERMANENT WAVES— $^00 Six standard methods. Fresh, ^^ f U * trademarked materials. Price -J hair not includes shampoo, fingerwave. grevorwhite Generations of Chicago's fastidious women have patronized Burnham's for Beauty- Hair Cutting, Hair Tinting, Manicuring, Scalp Treatments, Chiropody, Electrolysis E. BURNHAM World's Oldest and £argestHeauty Establishment 138 N. STATE ST. • Phone RANdolph 3351 €PTEMBER, 1934 77 SPOON IS THE ENEMY OF THE HIGH-BALL If you mix 'em, you got to stir 'em — but not with a spoon. BILLY BAXTER CLUB SODA and GINGER ALE ARE SELF-STIRRING they mix a high-ball thoroughly without stirring out the bubbles. If you don't know the right way to mix 'em, or why stirring with a spoon ruins a high-ball, write for booklet Florence K. If you know how to mix fine high-balls, call your dealer for Billy Baxter — world's highest carbonation, positively self- stirring. THE RED RAVEN CORPORATION CHESWICK, PA. OTTO SCHMIDT PRODUCTS CO. DISTRIBUTORS FOR CHICAGO 1229 S. Wabash Avenue W. Madison Street THE PICCANINNY BARBECUE Our Specialty FRESH CHICKEN — crisp. tasty, succulent— BARBECUED to a turn and served to a queen's taste — and a king's. Dipped In our famous PICCANINNY SAUCE An answer to "something differ ent" to eat. eat atWAGTAYLES THE FOOD IS VERY GOOD THEy ARE OPEN ALL THE TIME 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. WALNUT ROOM— Bismarck Hotel, Central 0123. Leonard Keller and orchestra play, specializing in interesting instrumentations. Morning — Noon — Night PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. The splen did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Several note worthy dining rooms and, of course, College Inn. And able bartenders at the bars. THE DRAKE — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Several dining rooms and always impeccable service. MORRISON HOTEL— 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Several dining rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. ¦ And a new Cocktail Lounge. 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. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match. 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. HOTEL LA SALLE — La Salle and Madison. Franklin 0700. Several supe rior dining rooms with excellent menus. 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. HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. Several private party rooms, the main dining room and the Tavern. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. Well appointed dining room and a decorative continental Assorted Appetizer Bar. THE LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Rendezvous of the town notables; equally notable cuisine. 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. 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 American dishes. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able catering, private dining rooms and, now, lower nric<»<: 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 101 I 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. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be without orchestral din. 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 Japan ese restaurant specializing in native suki-yaki dinners PHELPS & PHELPS COLONIAL TEA ROOM— 6324* Woodlawn. Hyde Park 6324. Serving excellent foods in the simple, homelike Early Ameri can 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. Try their potatoes a la Donahue. 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. WAGTAYLE'S WAFFLE SHOP— 1205 Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. Another north side spot popular with the late-at-nighters. FUTABA — 101 E. Oak. Superior 0536. Real Japanese dishes, complete suki-yaki dinner prepared on your table. 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. 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. CASA DE ALEX — 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Fine foods and Spanish atmosphere. .RESTAURANT] ONTARIO ST. AT NORTH WABASH THE BEST PEOPLE OF CHICAGO MEET AT L'AIGLON Delightfully gay L'Aiglon, with its cul tured European atmos phere and interna tionally famous French and Southern cuisine, now offers over 500 varieties of rare wines and liquors. 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