October, 1934 m» Price 25 Cents CWCAGOAN Professors and Politics— By James IVeber Linn A Series on Contract Bridge —Bj/E. M. Lagron My Lady Nicotine— By Dr. Morris Fishbein Athens AND GREEK TEMPLES Madagascar AND TORTOISES Bububu (NEAR ZANZIBAR) AND CLOVE GARDENS __\eei/Ko -£li 1 Z w Your palace is a cruising palace, the Empress of Britain . . . Your world, 32 glam orous ports and the romantic countries to which they open the door . . . Your holiday lasts 130 eventful days. Sail from New York, January 10, 1935. Fares are as low as $2150, including shore trips. This is the world cruise perfected by eleven years of experience! The world cruise chosen by con noisseurs of travel for: The route of routes: Sail the Seven Seas and see . . . Seven Mediterranean ports Palestine and Egypt, at season's height India and Ceylon, in perfect weather Malay States, a tropical Eden Cambodia and ancient Angkor . . . Siam Java and the Boroboedoer Bah, the island paradise Philippines and China Japan, in cherry blossom time Honolulu, Ililo, and the Panama Canal The ships of ships! Enjoy the luxury of SPACE, for the Empress of Britain is twice the size of any other world cruise liner. That means spacious apart ments, 70% with baths . . . marvellous ventilation . . . one of the most beautiful swimming pools afloat . . . full-size tennis and squash courts. This 12th Annual World Cruise offers you four months of luxury, adventure, life. Erapress^Britain WORLD CRUISE FROM NEW YORK JAN. 18 See the strange, the mysterious, the bizarre . . . get far from the travelled tracks. Sail on this new cruise, east ward through the Mediterranean, to Palestine and Egypt, and down the east coast to South Africa. Home by way of South America and the West Indies. Do it in comfort, on the Empress oj Australia. Fine, wide decks; spacious rooms; famous cui sine . . . all that makes for travel enjoyment. Enjoy 96 days of thrill ing contrasts as you visit these 26 fascinating ports of half the world. Fares from $1350 (room with bath, from $2700), including standard shore programme. MEDITERRANEAN AFRICA SOUTH AMERICA WEST INDIES "FIVE CRUISES IN ONE' Injormation, maps, ship plans Jrom your own travel agent or J. C. Patteson, Steamship General Agent, 71 East Jackson Boulevard, Chicago, 111. Phone: Wabash 1904. >toru Irapwss«^lMstralia // rlbLU b newly-opened gallery of MATCHED ACCESSORIES // . . . introduces you to inspiring new color-har monies . . . shows you when accessories should match in color . . . when only in mood . . . reveals the secret of rejuvenating "tired** for mats . . . and discloses countless tricks by which one suit or frock does the work of three! It*s a fascinating spot, this gallery of "Matched Accessories,** and its row of lovely picture- windows is an ever-changing source of in spiration . . . Constantly on the qui vive for the newest, most amusing gadgets . . . we invite you to view our findings — soon and often. "MATCHED ACCESSORIES" FIRST FLOOR, SOUTH, STATE 4 Your fall suit leads a double life: A Sudden Sports Date . . . take a pair of pigskin slip-ons ($5.50) . . . copy of Schiaparelli's new bag ($10.50) ... a woolen scarf ($2. 25)... a Francois Villon felt ($7.50) ... a wooden bracelet ($1) . . . and you're off to cheer a touch-down. To Town for Tea . ... wearing the same suit. But yourgloves($3.50)and bag ($5) are of suede. Your jacket reveals a net frill ($4.50); your toque has a coquette veil ($10). You're a subject for a dry-point en titled "Town Sophisticate." MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY October, 1934 CONTENTS for (cyctover Page I 6 9 II 12 13 16 17 19 21 23 24 25 27 28 31 33 34 35 43 44 47 48 57 69 THE KICK-OFF, by Burnham C. Curtis CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT EDITORIAL CHICAGOANA MOST DISTRESSING MOMENTS, by Homer Brightman PROFESSORS AND POLITICS, by James Weber Linn ON WITH THE DANCE MODERN BALLROOM HISTORY, by Irene Castle McLaughlin ONE NO-TRUMP? by E. M. Lagron MY LADY NICOTINE, by Dr. Morris Fishbein NO FEE, by Upton Terrell BURLESQUE, by Edward Everett Altrock FALCONER McLAUGHLIN, by Kenneth D. Fry YOU CAN'T SHUFFLE THE HORSES, by Jack McDonald MUSIC, by Karleton Hackett ROUNDING THE WORLD, by Carl J. Ross A ONE-MAN APARTMENT, by Kathryn E. Ritchie THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden THE CASUAL CAMERA, by A. George Miller SPORTS, by Kenneth D. Fry FASHIONS, by The Chicagoenne MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Donald Plant BOOKS, by Marjorie Kaye BEAUTY, by Polly Barker SHOPS ABOUT TOWN, by Elizabeth Fraser To THE EDITOR: I have often smirked over letters of criticism from readers of papers and periodicals. Just cases of the old missionary-sprrit-with-a-.hope-to-get-into-print idea. But after all, maybe not. For here am I. Since I had nothing to do with the birth of THE CHICAGOAN. neither any hand in its upbringing, I cannot logically account for my positively fierce pride in it. I have watched its progress; care fully perused each issue. Strutting down Hollywood Boulevard I would always be sure the outside cover faced the audience; I wanted to say, "THIS is our home-town paper, isn't it smart — such a fine print job — just feel the paper stock, sort of smoothy, nice to handle!" You see, I've rather liked THE CHICAGOAN. But now. The last several covers are sad. Right here at home we should be able to get a better picture of the Fair, night time, day time, any time. I presume it is the Fair that is meant on the September cover. And worse. It takes lots of intelligence to assimilate criticism, even if constructive. To be satirically critical takes sophistication, but the more recent CHICAGOAN brickbats make me feel that one can become too sophisticated. We all adore a clever, tal ented child, but when he insists upon thumbing his nose at all and sundry, we are of the opinion a little private discipline would be effective. Chicago possesses plenty of fascination. Why not let the news papers carry on the non-sporting tradition? — GLAD1S-LUCILLE BALL, Post Office Box 132, Oak Park, Illinois. To THE EDITOR: Glancing through your September issue, I am curiosity-stricken by the photograph on page 35 captioned "Street Scene, Colonial Village." I am rather inclined to believe that here is a photograph of myself, although it is rather difficult to be sure on account of the blue finish, so I would like to ask of you this favor. If it is at all possible for you to procure for me this picture in the white, and send it to me, charges collect, I assure you of my appreciation. Also at this time may I express to you my appreciation of your magazine. It is truly a great magazine of a great city and right up to the minute. Some of the beautiful pictures of room interiors are especially noteworthy. — ERNST STUDTMANN, 716 Center street, Des Plaines, III. To THE EDITOR: We Evanstonians enjoy your excellent magazine immensely, but we seldom see any mention of our fellow townsmen in your delightful pages. Is it, or isn't it, out of order for me to wonder if you might care for the enclosed bit of Suburbiana? With every good wish to the best magazine of its kind in the world, | am — M. F. MEARS, 1912 Sherman Avenue, Evanston, III. To THE EDITOR: With anguish wrenching my soul I continued reading the second paragraph of your letter addressed to Mr. Karl Eitel (September number, page 9) taking him to task for his alleged participation in securing a permit for the chimes of Old Heidelberg Inn on Randolph street. Freezing contempt for such a collapse of the elementary principles of journalism which permitted you to fall into such fearful error finally relieved me of my suffering. That you have a right to your opinion as to whether the Old Heidelberg chimes are a nuisance I do not question. But that you should put your neck out so far in a statement of fact which you have not definitely ascertained to be true is a lamentable com mentary on the guiding genius of what is supposedly the journalistic representative of Chicago. — EDMUND DEUSS, Publicity Manager, Bismarck Hotel Company. SANDOR DEDICATES A MODERN ESCUTCHEON TO THE MUCH TRAVELED BURTON HOLMES 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 003?. Hiram G. Schuster, Advertising Manager. New York Office. 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific CoaM 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. 2, October, 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 Circulation? *V v, -i . . -' ."¦'¦•. ' ¦ '*?>.;.^:WV ^ •.;::;v ¦';,;;' - t.1 ... - T/ip Packard Twelve Sedan for Seven Passengers d /J-^ackaxA I WE URGE you to see the new 1935 Packard. Inspect its modern streamlining, its magnificent new interior treatment. Notice that the famous Packard iden tifying lines have not only been re tained, but actually have been em phasized. What a beautiful Packard! Then enter the car. Here's a roomi ness you've never known before. The widest, most comfortable seats you ever sat in. The doors are easier to get into and out of. The windshield is wider, the windows larger, giving you greater vision than ever before. What a spacious, comfortable Packard! Now drive the car. Packard engineers, by increasing the tread and redistribut ing weight, have made the new Packard even easier to ride in and easier to handle than last year's car. And what a brilliantly performing Packard! Packard engineers, by utilizing new materials and redesigning parts, have also produced the toughest, longest - lived car in Packard's history. They have created a motor so perfect that, were the equator a road, you could drive the car half-way around the world in a week without harming the motor in any way. What a rugged Packard! We repeat the invitation: See and drive this new car. After that, we believe you will soon be driving one of your own, while people exclaim as you pass: "What a Packard!" • • • ON THE AIR: Packard presents Lawrence Tibbett, John B. Kennedy and a distinguished orchestra every Tuesday evening 7:30 to 8:15 C. S. T. over WLS PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO CONSULT THE PACKARD LISTING IN YOUR TELEPHONE DIRECTORY FOR THE ADDRESS OF THE NEAREST BRANCH OR DEALER October, 1934 5 (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. AS THOUSANDS CHEER— Grand Opera House (probably], 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Clifton Webb, Ethel Waters, Helen Broderick and Dorothy Stone. The great show you've been wanting to see. Sched uled to open October 15. Drama 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. "The Convict's Daughter" is being played at the moment, and much fun, too. NO MORE LADIES— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Light and amusing comedy of the penthouse age with the old husband, wife, other man, other woman theme, and an able cast. DOWN TO THEIR LAST YACHT— A particularly regrettable misadventure into the foamy realm of musical comedy involving a number of worthy players whose names ought not to be mentioned in this connection. (Avoid it.) NOW AND FOREVER — Shirley Temple carries Gary Cooper and Carole Lombard on her slight shoulders through a dolorous and fantastically over-acted mellerdrammer without injury to her own tremendous effective ness. (Never miss Shirley.) THE SCARLET EMPRESS— Marlene Dietrich is a fitfully flaming Catherine of a most fantastic, forced and altogether dismal Russia. (Yes and no.) KISS AND MAKE UP — Cary Grant, Genevieve Tobin and Edward Everett Horton amuse themselves no end and the audience somewhat less in a slightly stringy comedy about cosmetics. (Perhaps.) SPORTS Baseball OCTOBER 3 — Opening of World Series at Detroit between Detroit Tigers, American League champions, and New York Giants, National League champions. (Barring accident.) First two games at Detroit, next three at New York, and last two, if necessary, at Detroit. MUSIC SAN CARLO OPERA COMPANY— Auditorium Theatre, 431 S. Wabash. Harrison 6554. Fortune Gallo presents a group of distinguished Ameri can and European artists and a splendid orchestra, chorus and ballet. Prices from $1.50, box seats, to $0.25, second gallery. CINEMA THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO— Robert Donat, of whom you'll hear and see much more, and Elissa Landi head a vast and able cast in a splendid picturization of Dumas' deathless work that is, by any and all standards, the outstanding picture of the month. (Do not fail to see it, and from the beginning.) THE BELLE OF THE 90'S— There is only one Mae West and this is her picture, a rare and delectable morsel for one kind of person and a sharp, shooting pain in the eye, ear, nose and cerebrum for the other kind. (Well, you know, or ought to by now, which kind of person you are.) THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW— Frank Morgan, Binnie Barnes, Lois Wilson and Helen Parrish endow with homespun realism and a satisfying conviction the story of a not quite forgotten man. (Catch it.) THE DRAGON MURDER CASE— Warren William is Philo Vance this time, but the story stretches the long arm of credibility well beyond the breaking point. (Skip it.) JUDGE PRIEST— Will Rogers does Irvin Cobb's Judge Priest earnestly if not too well, and the picture is not as funny or as human as you'd expect of the Rogers-Cobb combination, but fully as slobbery as you'd expect Sol Wurtzel to produce it. (If you like Rogers well enough.) THE LIFE OF VERGIE WINTERS— Ann Harding and John Boles do some of their best acting in years and what the censors took out didn't matter much anyway. (Attend.) THE CAT'S PAW — Harold Lloyd forsakes the slapstick and stages a successful comeback irt a straight comedy worth every minute of your time. (By all means.) BRITISH AGENT — Leslie Howard and Kay Francis are Briton and Russ in an eminently satisfactory screening of a worthwhile book. (Go.) DAMES— Dick Powell, Joan Blondell, Guy Kibbee, Ruby Keeler and fifty million chorus girls in the most polished and tuneful of the Warner Brothers extravaganzas. (Look.) ONE MORE RIVER— Diana Wynyard and Colin Clive, with Mrs. Patrick Campbell in a populous supporting cast, give a suavely competent performance of Galsworthy's discourse on divorce under the Crown, allowing you your choice of endings. (See it.) Football SEPTEMBER 29— Marquette at Northwestern, Carroll at Chicago, Bradley at Illinois, Ohio University at Indiana, South Dakota at Iowa, North Dakota at Minnesota. Michigan, Wisconsin, Purdue, Ohio State idle. OCTOBER 6 — Iowa at Northwestern, Nebraska at Minnesota, Michigan State at Michigan, Indiana at Ohio State, Rice Institute at Purdue, Marquette at Wisconsin, Illinois at Washington U., St. Louis, Texas at Notre Dame. Chicago idle. OCTOBER 13 — Michigan at Chicago, Ohio State at Illinois, Iowa at Nebraska, Indiana at Temple, South Dakota State at Wisconsin, North western at Stanford, Purdue at Notre Dame. Minnesota idle. OCTOBER 20 — Indiana at Chicago, Iowa at Iowa State, Colgate at Ohio State, Minnesota at Pittsburgh, Wisconsin at Purdue, Georgia Tech at Michigan, Carnegie Tech at Notre Dame. Illinois and Northwestern idle. OCTOBER 27— Missouri at Chicago, Ohio State at Northwestern, Purdue at Carnegie Tech, Minnesota at Iowa, Illinois at Michigan, Wisconsin at Notre Dame. Indiana idle. OFF THE RECORD THE SHOW IS OVER— Brunswick. And "My Hat's on the Side of My Head." The first by Ambrose and his excellent Embassy Club orches tra, the other by Roy Fox and his band, also English. TWO CIGARETTES IN THE DARK— Brunswick. Glen Gray and his Casa Loma orchestra play this hit from "Kill That Story" and on the other side "Here Come the British." GIVE ME A HEART TO SING TO— Brunswick. From "Frankie and Johnnie" and "I'm Hummin' — I'm Whistlin' — I'm Singin' " from "She Loves Me Not." Bing Crosby with Irving Aaronson and his Commanders. WE FOUND ROMANCE— Brunswick. And "Just to Be in Caroline," both played by Earl Hines and his orchestra. PHANTOM FANTASIE— Victor. With "Harlem Madness" on the reverse, both by Fletcher Henderson and his band. I'M JUST THAT WAY— Brunswick. From the Fox film, "The Cat's Paw." Played by Abe Lyman and his Californian orchestra. They also do "I'll Close My Eyes to Everyone Else." FUN TO BE FOOLED— Columbia. With "Let's Take a Walk Around the Block," both by Henry King and his outfit. ROLLIN' IN LOVE— Brunswick. From the film, "The Old Fashioned Way," and "Two Cigarettes" from "Kill That Story." Joe Morrison does both numbers with a zest. (Continued on page 72) 6 The Chicagoan THE DU BARRY HAND PRINCIPLE DRY SKIN TREATMENT OILY SKIN TREATMENT « Barry Special Cleansing Cream 1.00, 1.50, 2.50, 4.50 Du Barry Special Cleansing Cream 1.00, 1.50, 2.50, 4.50 °u Barry Skin Tonic and Freshener. . 1.00 1.75 3.50 Du Barry Skin Tonic and Freshener. . 1.00,1.75,3.50 Ui,p„ c -ici. r j Du Barry Tissue Cream 1.50,2.50 u Barry Special Skin Food ... 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Exquisite skin is neither extravagant nor difficult with the Du Barry Hand Principle treatments. in io iiuimcj. cAuavagani nor October, 1934 7 ytowi tkt Martha Weathered 8 The Chicago^ EDITORIAL ' I *HIS is written on a rainy afternoon six weeks before the scheduled A close of the World's Fair. The weather man has been no friend of the Exposition for some little while now. But the newspapers have been big-brothering the enterprise with both hands. (No crack at Constitution Day or the Republican Party intended.) Suggestions for disposition of the acreage over which Mr. Rufus C. Dawes has exercised such beneficent sovereignty have been mushrooming like Lindbergh extras. And so, knowing at least as little about the mat' ter as any other editorial writer, we are obliged to offer a suggestion in turn. Our suggestion is that Mr. Dawes be permitted to do with the premises and fixtures precisely what he believes ought to be done with them. He has produced the greatest show on earth. He has conducted the biggest and best trades fair in American history. No one thought he could do either. No one is so well qualified to decide how much if any of either can or should be continued in 1935. While statesmen in and out of office have debated the practicability of a managed prosperity, he has created and managed as fine a specimen of that rare and eminently desirable thing within the fenced boun daries of his domain as Democrat, Republican or Utopian could ask for. He has earned the right to dictate the next step. A I *HE noble experiment conducted on this page of the September A number, wherein the Editor was permitted to write letters to readers in reversal of the tradition holding that readers are entitled to the privilege of firing the first gun, worked out perfectly. That is to say, two of the Editor's addressees replied not at all and the third, Mr. Karl Eitel, stated through his publicity manager that the missive should have been directed to the conventional two other fellows, namely the Messrs. Robert and Max Eitel of Eitel, Incorporated. In any case, the Editor has been writing more letters and here they are: MR. THOMAS WOOD STEVENS Ye Ole Globe Theater Merrie England A Century of Progress DEAR MR. STEVENS: It may interest you to know that the staff of this carefree publica- tion, in informal session assembled, has voted your production of a Shakespearean repertoire in miniature the finest example of legitimate showmanship displayed on the World's Fair Grounds this year or last. A motley crew, but studious withal and earnest no end, we urge that you do not disband your company with the closing of the Exposition and wish you a full measure of success in whatever plans you may adopt for its subsequent employment. Sincerely, THE EDITOR. COLONEL FRANK KNOX Publisher, The Chicago Daily K[ews Chicago, Illinois DEAR COLONEL KNOX : I have read your editorial quoting and replying to Postmaster General James A. Farley's address delivered at Rockford on September 18 and wish to felicitate you on an able, forthright and resounding rebuttal. Mr. Farley's remarks were equally satisfying and the two documents combine to clarify a number of matters in the minds of the common people whose welfare is so dear to you both. Chicagoans owe each of you a vote of thanks for coming to the center of the ring and trading punches toe to toe. There never has been a lack of esteem for fighting men in Chicago. The town is still young enough to applaud the unvarnished spectacle of strong men engaged in battle. It is much too new to relish innu endo for its own sake and reportorial juggling of news facts as a fine art. That, I think, is why your newspaper has been coupled of late with a morning contemporary in conversations sweet only to the ears of a Hearst circulation manager. I believe that your outspokenness in the instance stated has done much toward obtaining a severance in the court of common gossip, and as a veteran reader and admirer of your publication I congratulate you. Yours very truly, THE EDITOR. among the features for novemoer AFTER THE FAIR— WHAT? By Arthur Meeker, Jr. An Experienced Conjecture as to What People Will Do and When and How and Why After Life Returns to the City Proper OCTOBER 30 By Milton S. Mayer An Article on the Closing of a World's Fair by the Writer Who Has Covered A Century of Progress from Wasteland to Dividends FATHOMER'S HOLIDAY By W. Boyd Saxon The Writer of "Just a Minute, Please" Turns His Attention to Certain Well Known Master Minds of Erudite Criminology CONTRACT BRIDGE By E. M. 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In fact, our famous 16-year-old Old Taylor is now completely sold out — showing the way of the wind.* The rest of this venerable stock includes Sunny Brook and The famous brands Old Grand Dad, Sunny Brook and MOUNT Vernon make up the greater part of this special limited stock, but also there are small quantities remaining of Bourbon de luxe, Old McBrayer, Black Gold, Blue Grass and Old Ripy Old Grand Dad — each 16 to 1$ years old — and several other mel low old bourbons.* Also one famous rye — Mount VernoJ — 12 to 13 years old — and smooth a; liquid silk.* These were names to conjure with before the war, and the few cases that remain, heavily drawn against every day, are prizes of a very ratf order. Whiskey so rare as this is really " occasion" whiskey — not for the everyday cocktail or highball, but for the unusual occasion And while they are a bit costly fof everyday service, you'll be proud, in days to come, to bring out a bottle or so fa1 specially favored guests. The governmeB' stamp attests their rare age; and a neaL glass sniffed or sipped will demonstrate their marvelous bouquet and flavor. ^You'll always be able to call for these famous brand names — and g( the finest 4-year-old or older, bottled in bond whiskies in America. Only tV very old, prohibition -aged stocks are referred to in this advertisement. PRODUCTS OF NATIONAL DISTILLERS AMERICAN MEDICINAL SPIRITS CO. NEW YORK CHICAGO LOUISVILLE SAN FRANCIS^ 10 The Chicago^ ANTI-ADMINISTRATION news- LX papers (it's a kind of disease — here in Town four out of five have it) are forever bellowing like enraged arena bulls about "the freedom of the press." And sometimes we, too, begin to wonder about it. After all, it's fun to be free, but it isn't fun to be fooled. We used to think, in our old fashioned way, that the phrase meant freedom to print news, facts, honest opinions, all unvarnished by selfish aspira tions of publishers, that the public might read and learn. We're not so sure any more. In fact, we're more or less in favor of starting a "freedom of the press" movement of our own. Maybe with bands and boy- scouts marching and floats depicting The Linotyper's Saturday Night, The Classified Ad Salesman at work (in the Chicago The atre), The Home Economics Editor actually ba\ing a cake, The Police Reporters Scoop ing (schooners at Mort Ryan's or Walter Staley's), Printers' Ink Itself (rich black- not any of your tans, weak blues, sickly greens), and blondes, brunettes, Titians, platinums representing different types. We started roughing out such a move ment (with bands and floats) during the recent as-Maine-goes-so-goes elections when the Times, giving the public the headlines that it wanted to read first — election returns —headlined that Maine had okayed the New Deal. The T^ews carried the line that G. O. P. Hale (for senator) was out in front. And then the other day when Wis consin, according to the Times, was giving the New Deal a hearty handshake and an assuring pat on the back, the Xews lined that strikers were rioting in Maine and that troops were being called. It all gets back to the meaning of the "freedom of the press" phrase. Should the old interpretation be followed, or does it mean freedom on the part of the publisher to print copy to serve his own ends, no matter how biased, tainted, tinted, distorted it may be? It's hard to find the answer in Chicago, but if the latter be freedom of the press, there's not much we can make of it. CI A f** During the recent Homecom- ¦ L/VVJ ing activities, with the pa rades, pageants and divers ceremonies, such as the setting up of a wigwam by Indians in the middle of State Street, something ehe came to light. It seems that the City of Chicago has its own flag, and the city fathers decided to crack out with it. You've probably seen it, and maybe you've thought it was the flag of the State of Illinois. They're quite alike. Chicago's flag has alternating blue and white bars, lengthwise of course. The top bar is white, then a blue bar and wide white bar down the middle with blue and white bars below. There are three red stars mounted on the center stripe close in to the pole side. They represent the Great Fire of '71, the World's Columbian Exposition of '93 and A Century of Progress of '33. The designers have left room for more stars. The three white stripes signify the land boundaries of the city — north, west and south; the blue stripes represent the two branches of the Chicago River. Lake Mich igan doesn't come in for any denotation though. SOFTIES On that day when the twenty-seven CHjews) to fifty (American) good ladies of the Chi cago Federated Charities were trotted off to the jailhouse by our city police under orders of our city fathers (only three tag days a year, was the rule) we saw five out of the six policemen we passed on our way to the office wearing the red heart tag of "Oh yes indeed! You were in yesterday. I didn't recognize you at first!" the Federation. And that was before the hour when the courts granted an injunction against further arrests of the good ladies. It isn't such a bad town wherein the members of the police force allow philan thropy to come before what the City Hall considers duty. I f~\ C T" Once, and not so long ago, L- v^x +J I a skunk started a near-riot in the offices of the Chicago Yellow Cab Com pany, and a pair of misplaced false teeth caused the entire organization to mobilize for a thorough search. Recently we made our biennial visit to the Lost and Found department of the Yel low Cab Company. It's managed by E. J. Kennedy, assistant to Thomas B. Hogan, the president, and that was the scene of the skunk trouble. The black and striped carnivore, the pet of an actor, was forgotten in a mad dash which the actor made to catch a train, and pole kitty was left in the taxi. The poor driver was aghast (make something of that) and figured he'd probably just better start right off for the River, cab and all, than try to approach the skunk. Temerity returned, however, and he crept up on the pet (which, it seems, had had an operation for the removal of its B. O.) and took it to the Lost and Found department. The whole office force moved out imme diately when the little beast moved in. After the to-do was over the employes made a pet of it until its theatrical owner returned to claim it. Mr. Kennedy told us about the false teeth, too. They were left in a cab by an old gentleman who found motoring more comfortable without his "store teeth" which were new and bothered him no end. There are only 2,300 Yellow Cabs running around Chicago's streets, and when the perturbed gentleman discovered himself minus his pearly grinders he called the L. and F. de partment. He said it would be a simple enough matter to locate them, because he had "placed them behind the cushion in a Yellow Cab." An S. O. S. was sent out, the cushions in every cab in the city were removed and the missing teeth were recovered. The owner of a $75,000 diamond neck lace was practically in hysterics a time ago when a jewel case, dropped onto the run ning board of a Yellow during a hurried trip to the railroad station, was missed. The driver cruised merrily around the Loop for October, 1934 11 'I say, Old Man, when wc shook hands was that grip you gave me the Chi Psi or the Alpha Deltf" four hours with the precious case bumping up and down on the running board before he discovered it. He turned it over to the Lost and Found department and thence to its owner, and everything was all right indeed. Yellow drivers are requested by the com pany to sweep out the cabs after the deposit of each fare, which accounts for the com pany's efficiency in lost and found matters. C~* I I I R ^e Chicago Sunday Evening ^— L_ \J D Club, probably the most effec tive and certainly the most human religious organization in the country, opens its twenty-eighth season in Orchestra Hall on October 7. Those twenty-seven years have seen the organization develop into an estab lished, valuable part of our city life, and during those years some nine hundred meet ings have drawn more than two million people. The Club was founded to serve the needs of the thousands of transients who stopped in Chicago each week and to promote the moral and religious welfare of the city at large. Clifford W. Barnes, supported by a group of public spirited business men, led the movement. The first season, a short one, had an attendance averaging eight hundred, but the last twenty-five years have found this figure jumping to an average of twenty- five hundred with overflowing crowds (Or chestra Hall seats three thousand) becoming more and more frequent. In 1916, Franklin D. Roosevelt, then Assistant Secretary of the Navy under Wil son, addressed a capacity Sunday Evening Club audience and presented his thoughts on The Individuals' Duty in War. When President Taft discussed Peace in 1911 the crowd that didn't hear him was half again as large as the crowd that did. And so the list reads: Statesmen, college and university heads, editors, an archbishop, women of international fame, brilliant speakers on every subject under the sun. The programs offer a liberal education to the thousands of Chicagoans who have placed Sunday Evening Club meetings on their calendars. Because of the broad non-sectarian policy on which the Chicago Sunday Evening Club was organized, its programs are particularly adapted for broadcast purposes. It is inter esting to note that twelve years ago, when Club addresses were sent out over the air lanes for the first time, the attendance at Orchestra Hall fell, but since that time broadcasting has built up the Sunday Eve ning Club gatherings. DDOOr Spirituous liquids and I l\W v-' I everything that goes with the legal sale and consumption of them are really here to stay, and it's all as close to pre-prohibition days as it ever will be. We have seen proof of it, even though the word "saloon" is taboo. We've been seeing, for several weeks now, in tavern windows that we've passed the grand old Anheuser-Busch lithograph, Custer's Last Stand, in all its former glory. SCIENCE We wouldn't be sur prised to find tele vision becoming the New Industry that everyone wants so much. We hadn't thought much about it for several years until the other day when we caught a press preview at Marshall Field's of the improved Sanabria System. Field's, in cooperation with the Horton Steel Works, Ltd. (Canadian subsidiary of the Chicago Bridge and Iron Works), are sponsoring the new development. We thought there had been marked ad vancements made in the art of television. A couple of years ago we covered a Sana bria System preview in Sears Roebuck's window, and while interested, we weren't terribly excited about it. It seemed to need a lot of working on. And now it seems to have had that. Young Mr. Sanabria's (a Chicagoan, by the way) system is wonderfully improved. With the aid of the Garner Glowlamp, so many of them that it looked like a Holly wood opening, and many new develop ments (the reproducing machine looked like the chassis for one of the larger coast artil lery guns) most satisfactory images are now transmitted and projected upon a screen twelve feet square. The last screen we saw couldn't have been more than a yard across. Not one with an especially scientific mind, we didn't quite appreciate the new equipment, but as a layman observer we recognized the great strides Mr. Sanabria and his co-workers have made in the tele vision field. 1/ I /~\ C 1/ Illinois Central commut- l\ ' ^— s *J W ers, until a few weeks ago, have been wondering about that kiosk at about Forty-first Street just a few rods from the tracks. Now there is a sign that tells them it's the "Wash'n Porter Museum" and that it's open to the public from 10 till 10. Washington Porter II has been polishing off his fantastic gardens and edifice at 4044 Oakenwald for some half dozen years, and even though it is quite complete in its cur rent state, he'll always be adding to it here and there. He has already spent thousands on it and has gathered objects for it from all over the civilized and barbarian worlds. The tower which one sees first is some hundred and fifty feet high from which fall cascades of water. It is to be topped in time by a glass sphinx. Beneath it lies the kiosk with its semi-tropical sunken gardens, stone balustrades, grottos, by-paths, glass bot tomed aquariums, patterned floors, Caves of the Wind, fountains, lights and color. The house, though it is perfectly worthy of the word "palace," has four terraced stories with a well opening through three floors. The rooms are filled with rare objects — metal- ware, glassware, chinaware, treasures of all kinds from far countries. The old Porter mansion in back of the kiosk, too, is crowded with rare objets d'art, paintings, odd and precious items. They have come from Italy, Spain, China, Japan, Greece, the Russias, Egypt. So filled are the kiosk and the mansion with extraordi' nary pieces that the Porter establishment may well be called a museum and may well be open to the public. BALLOONS Tat^e trips going on now and then, and what with the ever-changing shapes of the wares of the balloon man on the corner, we thought we'd look into the balloon situation. Mr. Timm of the Sterling Rubber Company an' swered our questions. Balloons aren't manufactured here in town at all; they all come up from Ohio, Chicago houses being merely jobbers and printers. They come in any number of sizes from eight to thirty inches in diameter, and fall and winter, more's the surprise, are the best seasons for sales. That's because there are so many indoor parties and holidays such as Hallowe'en, Christmas, New Year's, not to mention football games where thou- 12 The Chicagoan sands are released when touchdowns are made. Most balloons of the ordinary ten inch size are filled with plain air and cost the vendor around two cents a piece. Balloons filled with helium or hydrogen cost ten to twelve cents each. So when the balloon man makes a sale to your Junior he gets a nice profit on the plain air kind, but of course he can't work every day. Printing balloons is a pretty simple mat ter. A stamp with the desired lettering or picture is squeezed down on the inflated balloon. Then after the rubberized ink has dried and the balloon goes back to normal, such things as pirates, cat heads, owls, dogs, pigs, Mickey Mouse, Pop Eye the Sailor and any number of comic strip char acters appear as the owners, or the owners' uncles, blow them up. Balloon races were popular this summer, with each balloon a child's entry. Some of them, released from the Fairgrounds or a Loop hotel roof, have been known to travel as far as 1,100 miles, generally east. And of course no item about balloons would be complete without mentioning Sally Rand's "bubbles." After an expenditure of exactly $2,560 for eight hand-constructed, laminated forms on which balloons are made, Sally's sixty inch bubbles still come pretty dear at $26 per copy. They are trans parent, colorless and must be inflated before each performance with compressed air. That's when most of the breakage takes place. Sally and the U. S. Navy are the only consumers of this type of balloon. Many other dancers have tried to obtain this balloon, but The Rand's exclusive contract still makes her the only performer of the Bubble Dance in the country. And she has broken more than one hundred so far which makes her dance pretty expensive. JTCA A In this era in which the so- I I L / V \ termed "profit motive" is being called in question by some and disclaimed by others, it is quite refreshing to note that pious professors of Spiritualism, such as one A. Barbera, are not afraid to emblazon the word above their doorsteps. A sign over the church-and-store on Elm- wood near 39th Street, we are told, pro claims the owner as its "Profit and Founder." A I API lAAQ You've probably AALAAI\U/V\J noticed lots of times narrow foil borders on store windows, and maybe wondered about it. They're part of the burglar alarm system; part of an electric circuit which, with imbedded foil sheets and wire, completely guards a store against intrusion when untended by day time personnel. And the local offices of the American District Telegraph Company, in the person of Mr. Maginnis, gave us the information about them. Say the burglar tries to force his entrance through doors, windows, ceiling, floor, walls — yes, all of them— the A. D. T. office gets the alarm and in a flash their police force jumps for the red truck you've seen parked at 29 S. La Salle and streaks for the burglar. The city police, having been notified imme diately the call comes in, follow. Most alarms are electrically actuated by the burglar himself. Of course dogs and tear gas aren't, and they're effective also. Tear gas is really a defensive weapon, more than an alarm device, being set off by the victim of the holdup. The electric eye, one of the newest type of alarms, is still being experimented with. The capacity vault protector, however, will be on the market as soon as the Fair is over; it's been having a breakdown test over there. It works on the same principle as the old radio. Re member how they increased their volume when one's hand was placed against the cabinet? So imagine a burglar's utter dis may when an alarm is touched off even as he is approaching the vault. The "keep- away" distance is six feet. Most Chicago alarms are received in an A. D. T. room over on La Salle. It hasn't been closed for twenty-eight years, and it takes on plenty of activity after six p. m., continuing till morning. We were the 880th visitor this year, but weren't lucky enough to be present during any especially exciting period. In fact only two visitors (they're mostly insurance men) have been so favored. Three alarms came in, but were handled so quietly and rapidly that we weren't aware of anything untoward until shown the reports. In fact everyone around the place was so quiet, yet alert, that we weren't surprised at their record of never having had a vault successfully cracked. STUDENT A discontented worker was picket ing a small department store out south with an "Unfair to organized labor, etc.," sand wich board. A policeman, friendly to the store owner, told him to move along or else. "You can't do that," the striker told the officer. "I'm a picket and I say I got a right to do this." "Yeah?" said the cop. "Well, I'm Gen eral Meade and I say you ain't, so blow!" "Colonel McCormick? What's the new spelling for ETAOIN SHRDLU?" October, 1934 13 MOST DISTRESSING MOMENTS Mr. George Washington Hill, the Lucky Strike King, Discovers that Camels Do Get On His Nerves Professors and Politics A Timely Consideration of the Gentlemen in Cap and Gown By James Weber Linn IN the course of the anti-Semitic cam paign which is being eagerly urged in this country today by the sort of American citizen who believes in Fascism and Nazi-ism, it has been asserted time after time that the administration at Washington is filled with Jews. A careful investigation disclosed the fact that less than three per cent, of major official jobs are held by Jews, and an even smaller percent age of clerkships, although the number of Jews in the country is considerably more than three per cent, of the total population. In the same way, in the course of the anti- professional campaign which is also being waged by certain editors and Republican politicians, it is intimated that politically the professors are running the country. I need not say I wish they were. I am reluctantly compelled to admit that, in proportion to their numbers and their com parative intelligence, they have practically no voice in politics whatever. In fact, the appearance of a professor in any sort of political gathering is popularly regarded not only as a phenomenon, but as danger ous to the reputation of the gentlemen and ladies there assembled. Take Joe Mendel's remark to me for in stance. Joe is a member of the State Senate, and also of the Illinois State Cen tury of Progress Commission. In May of this year the Commission met, and as the appointed secretary thereof I was asked to be present. "Joe," said Governor Horner, "I want you to meet Professor Linn." "Glad to meet you, Professor," said Joe. "Any friend of the governor's — " "Professor Linn," explained the Gover nor, "is Secretary of the Commission." "Why's that?" Senator Mendel wanted to know. Once there was a professor who became President of the United States. His name was Woodrow Wilson. Many millions remember him with admiration not unmixed with awe; many millions do not think so well of him. But those who remember him with admira tion either do not remember, or try to for get, that he was ever a professor; whereas those who do not think so well of him label him "Professor Wilson" to this day. It is the easiest and most convenient sneer they can think of; and as no thinking is easy for those who do not admire Wilson, they take advantage of the one idea that occurs to them. In all the history of municipal politics in Chicago, only one professor has been really prominent — Charles E. Merriam, alderman and candidate for mayor, counted out by only a few thousand votes. And Merriam was then and is now one of the ablest stu dents of "political science" in the United States. Indeed, except for students of and authorities in political science, political economy, and law, that is to say authorities in aspects of government and administra tion, there have been and are now so few professors in politics in this country, who have any notoriety whatever, that you can count them on your fingers. The best known of them all is the governor of Con necticut. Quick now — what's his name, and what did he profess at Yale? You don't know? Of course you don't. So why, in considering this subject, should I bother to mention names at all? Locally, you may have heard of William E. Dodd, professor of American history and at present Ambassador to Germany. Locally, this fall, you may hear of Thomas Vernor Smith, professor of philosophy and candidate for the State Senate, in the Fifth District. Otherwise, all the professors whom you think of vaguely as in politics are not in politics at all; they are con sultant experts, like Millis of the Labor Board, and Jacob Viner at the Treasury. In 1930 a LaSalle Street firm offered Viner three times his university salary to act as a consultant. He said he had to go to Geneva to meet with the members of the govern ing board of the League of Nations. "What are they offering?" said the firm, suspiciously. "Expenses and a chance to be useful to society," snapped Viner. "And by the time I get back, you gentlemen will not be in a position to offer me either." Jack was right, as he usually is. But selfish, of course. The explanation of the absence of professors from politics lies in two things, selfishness and snobbish ness. Maybe partly in a third — their higher than average interest in social ethics. Professors as a rule despise graft and are untrained to the satisfaction of the desires that only greed can supply satisfaction for. And they know that to enter and remain in politics costs somebody a lot of money — ¦ either the politician himself or the taxpay ers. So they stay out of it. But this trained dislike of greed and graft is not their chief reason for staying out. What is? Well, why do I say Jacob Viner was selfish in turning down a business job at three times his professorial income? Because by so doing he deprived his family of a big car, his wife of a couple of maids, his children of the opportunity to boast that their father was "rich". (Rich ness, you know, is comparative; to the children of a professor, anybody not a pro fessor seems rich.) Why didn't I run for alderman of the Fifth Ward a year ago? I could have been elected hands down. But it would have cost me my evenings (in con sultation with my constituents) and my long-cherished daily associations with my family and my colleagues. I wasn't gener ous enough for that; just as Viner wasn't generous enough to give up his opportunity as a professor for study and analysis and the exercise of his remarkable mind as he li\ed to exercise it. Alderman James Cusack, who was nominated and elected, is young, unencumbered, and good-hearted; I am none of those things, and most profes sors are none of them. Why don't they go in for politics when they are young? Well, if they did, how do you suppose they would get to be pro fessors? Study and teaching are jealous mistresses; one who goes philandering among other occupations will soon find him self abandoned by those two. And besides, professors are snobbish. They are accustomed to their own society, and to that of their colleagues, which is high. Around the tables of the Quad rangle Club you will hear a greater variety of subjects discussed, you will get more ex act information and hear more vigorous repartee, than anywhere else in Chicago, unless possibly at the "doctors' table" at the University Club, where most of the lunchers are professors anyway. The so ciety of back rooms and hotel suites, in which most of our local political issues are determined and settled, is not to the taste of most professors. I myself have met and conversed with many United States senators and not a few governors of states, but not more than three or four of each who were on the intellectual level of a third of my colleagues at the University of Chicago. Beveridge of Indiana and LaFollette of Wisconsin, both dead, might have made re spectable professors of history and political science respectively, but good Lord, how they stuck out among their colleagues! Henry Horner is the first governor of any state I ever knew whose conversation I enjoy more than I enjoy my own. In going into municipal or state politics, therefore, a professor steps away down in companion ship, and to sacrifice companionship is to the professor a tremendous sacrifice. On the exercise of his mind he lives; devotion to mental exercise is what he "professes"; and when he enters politics, except as a member of a "brain trust", he must not only leave his books behind, but deny him self the advantage of contact with minds equal to or (Continued on page 64) October, 1934 15 MR. AND MRS. VERNON CASTLE THE CASTLE WALK, SHOWN HERE, THE MAXIXE WAS INTRODUCED BY AT THE START OF THEIR CAREER WAS FIRST PERFORMED IN 1914 MR. AND MRS. CASTLE IN 1915 tne dance goes on in her article beginning on the next page, mrs. irene castle Mclaughlin traces the development of ball room dancing from the era when she and her husband, the late vernon castle, ruled over the reeling realm of terpsichore so suavely and beneficently as to save a smartly sophisti cated art from the threat ened ravages of a mad music, fresh then from its jungle sources and un couth in consequence, called ragtime. the photo graphs reproduced above are from her collection PALMER HOUSE STUDIO VELOZ AND YOLANDA CARRY ON IN THE GRACEFUL TRADITION FOUNDED BY THE CASTLES AT THE DAWN OF THE WORLD WAR Modern Ballroom History More Danced Against than Dancing By Irene Castle McLaughlin FROM the moment the Turkey Trot, Bunny Hug and Texas Tommy took hold of the great American Public it had them flinging themselves about the dance floors of New York's popular restau rants, with band masters and dancing teach ers lying awake nights evolving new shakes and shimmies to sell the dance-hungry pub lic. Styles and steps changed frequently between 1912 and 1914. New rhythms were coming out daily, and the public was hurled from one gyration to another with alarming speed and back-breaking results. The creeping of ragtime or jazz into our music had a very definite effect upon the whole tempo of our existence. "The Negro wrought much of this amaz ing transition through his comic perversion of the white folk's music, his whimsical cari catures of our old familiar favorites, done in a quickened tempo, to a point where the original notes were almost displaced by the injected syncopation. Musically, the effect was one of melody with a fringe of tatters — 'ragged time' music. With the vocal vari ations on the notes went a shuffling of the feet. This was the genesis of Ragtime as a dance."* Perhaps it was the natural exuberance of spirits to be found in the Negro, his dawn ing sense of release at being freed from slavery, his love of "kidding" and his un quenchable merriment, which made it essen tial that this "musical profanity," as some of the die-hards dubbed it, should be born in Negro hearts and expressed through Negro horns. New Orleans was either the starting place of Ragtime or the scene of its early development, some say as far back as 1892. I am only familiar with its arrival "uptown," so to speak. New York approved, and so the countryside accepted this mad hatter mob-frenzy, called Ragtime. Anything went. Nothing could have been more shocking and objectionable than these new so-called dances. The public was an easy mark for the elaborate steps and "holds" which came in practically over night. Having been initiated into a rough and tumble form of dancing (which re quired a lot more stamina than the then out-of-date two step) it was not difficult to sell them anything. No wonder dancing teachers were in such demand that bank clerks, shoe clerks, school teachers and young men from every walk of life threw them selves into this lucrative profession, often with no talent for teaching or knowledge of * Right here I want to give credit to Mark Sullivan (who gives credit to me) for much of the history and descrip tion of the origin of Ragtime in his book. Our Times. published in 1932. steps to warrant such a calling! The teach ers knew little more than their pupils, which made it possible for them to palm off any thing they could think of that two people could do facing each other and call it the latest thing in dance routine. To say that many of the steps were unbecoming is put ting it mildly. There was no accounting for the speed and force with which the dance craze took hold of the public. People who had never attempted the earlier and easier numbers flew at this world-wide phenomenon with a zest and eagerness that only a revival meet ing could equal. Age limits dropped away, which undoubtedly added greatly to its overwhelming success. Articles on the health-giving benefits of dancing made our front pages, flanked by columns from out raged civilians and clergy who left nothing unsaid on the evils to come from such de bauchery. One could not pass open windows any where in the big city (and, I fancy, the small hamlet) without hearing the strains of a gramophone, wheezing out Alexanders' Ragtime Band or The Dar\town Strutter s Ball. A distinguished critic of music, H. F. Krehbiel, wrote that "in this year of pre tended refinement, which is the year of our Lord, 1913, they (rag-time dances) are threatening to force grace, decorum, and decency out of the ballrooms of America." Mark Sullivan re lates an amusing incident which shows the hysteria of the condemnation: "At Mill wood, New York, Miss Grace Williams, eighteen years old, was arraigned on com plaint of former Justice of the Peace Ogden S. Bradley, who charged that she was guilty of disorderly conduct in frequently sing ing Everybody's Doin It Now, as she passed his house, and dancing the Turkey Trot. 'Squire' Bradley said that he and his wife thought that both the song and the dance were highly improper and that they had been greatly annoyed. Lawyer Stuart Baker demanded a jury trial. Miss Williams said she sang the song because she liked it and danced because she could not help it when she heard the catchy tune. Lawyer Baker volunteered to sing the song in Court. The prosecuting attorney objected, stating this would make a farce of the trial. Judge Chadeayne overruled him and told Baker to go ahead. The lawyer, who had a good baritone voice, sang the ditty. When he reached the chorus spectators joined in. The jurors called for an encore. Again taking out his tuning fork to pitch the key, the lawyer sang the second stanza, with more feeling and expression, and as he sang, he gave a mild imitation of the Turkey Trot. The jurymen clapped their hands in vigor ous appreciation, and, after five minutes de liberation, found Miss Williams not guilty." One writer says: "Neither the rebukes of parents nor the ban of the Church, neither the disapproval of certain dancing masters nor the outcry of newspapers, neither coun try squires nor the Editor of the Ladies' Home Journal, neither Philadelphia nor Comfortville, was able to stop a vogue that had the momentum of New York behind it." By 1913 Ragtime was more than a music and a dance. It was a new national tempo and attitude of mind, affecting everything. The dancing age leaped as high as the sixties. It became the thing to "back the lady," which had for merly been considered very bad form. Styles in dress, even art, were tinged with this new rhythm of mind and body, free verse in poetry, cubism, and in literature, impres sionism with a new variety of realism hav ing to do with sex. With rare impudence, this haunting new tempo caused a revolution in America's popular music and indelibly in sinuated itself into our national manners and customs. Mark Sullivan spoke most flatteringly of our contribution (Vernon Castle's and mine) to this dance-mad era. So handsome is his tribute that I cannot resist quoting it to you, if only because I couldn't speak that flatteringly of myself with good grace. I quote : "The outstanding teachers of dancing of this time, Vernon and Irene Castle, a couple who shared distinguished manners, grace in their art, and elevated taste to an extent that made them national characters, started 'Castle House,' sponsored by sev eral persons important to the life of New York, in which the announced purpose was to turn the tide against the 'orgy that the world indulged in during the vogue of the Turkey Trot.' Their effort was less to over come the new steps than to have them danced unobjectionably." This particular syncopation, jazz or rag time condemned and praised in the same breath, became "our one original and im portant contribution to music." It was written up as "seeming to fit the nervous ness of our climate and our people, the rhythmical and melodic expression of life in the modern United States." In the winter of 1913-14, we went on a tour called The Cas tle Whirlwind Tour, accompanied by Jim Europe and his wonderful orchestra. On this tour we played (Continued on page 62) October, 1934 17 &. ///. JLagron A. GEORGE MILLER PRESIDENT OF THE WESTERN BRIDGE ASSOCIATION, VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE CHICAGO WHIST ASSOCIATION, CHICAGO DISTRICT PAIR CHAM PION, HOLDER OF THE CHICAGO MARRIED COUPLES TROPHY, WON WITH HIS WIFE LAST NOVEMBER, THREE TIMES WINNER OF THE DOUGHERTY CUP, AUTHOR OF "DEFENSIVE BRIDGE" AND CONTRACT BRIDGE EDITOR OF "THE CHICAGOAN" COMMENCING WITH THIS ISSUE One No-Trump? Commencing a Series of Articles on Contract Bridge By E. M. Lagron Mr. Lagron, who opens a series of articles on Contract Bridge herewith, is the best \nown authority on his subject in Chicago. This is due in a large measure to his lessons given over the radio during the past three years. Last year The Chicagoan presented a number of his articles. The response to these was so favorable that this new series might well be called an encore. THE EDITOR. ON my Pacific Coast lecture tour I visited such outstanding bridge cen ters as Boise, Portland, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Ft. Worth and Dallas, and although I found a very definite trend towards stabilization of bidding con ventions, I noticed a very marked difference in the original bids of one no-trump (just as we have here in Chicago) . Some players seemed to labor under the belief that original bids of one no-trump were defen sive bids and followers of this creed advo cated opening such bids on a trick and a half plus — a "Scotch and soda". Next, I saw the pendulum swinging to the other extremity. I found the player who would throw up his hands in horror at the thought of opening original no-trump bids with anything less than four and a half tricks. To the latter, it was heresy even to discuss the advisability of shading original bids to any degree less than that prescribed by his own particular pet expert (who may have been slightly influenced by his zealous publisher) . Following in line was the minor suit ad dict who relished no-trump bids based largely upon a great preponderance of playing tricks in a solid minor suit with, perhaps, a stopper in one of the major suits — wide open in the other suits. This species of the race, fortunately, is rapidly becoming extinct. Their faith in the God dess of Chance and Fate has been rudely shattered. Too often the inconsiderate op ponents have failed to oblige by opening the "genuinely stopped" major (in declar er's hand) and, naturally, the partner of such no-trump bidders is prone to question the merit of original bids. Another type of orig inal no-trump bids is that governed by hold ings in tenaces. Some players insist upon bidding no-trump when and because their strongest suits are topped by tenaces, as: A Q, K J, or A J 10. Followers of this system take no cognizance of distribution; they disregard length of suits. They are influenced entirely by tenaced holdings. There is still another type. This player is one who possesses the "no-trump com plex". It seems there is no cure for this ailment. Penalties of 1800 and 2000 — even more — cause him no more concern than would a pea shooter give a rhinoceros. This complex is a relic of the old days of auction bridge. When whist or, rather, bridge whist was changed to auction bridge, and the final contract was reached by bidding, the leading players agreed that only suits of five or more cards were bid dable suits. In those days any hand that did not contain a strong five card suit was decreed a no-trump hand. It was not until the twilight days of auction that the better players dared to bid four card suits, and even then they shuddered with misgiving if the suit was not as good as A K J x. With the advent of contract and the in fluence of fresh, young and aggressive minds into the game, a marked change ap peared in the bidding standards. In that the very fundamental or basic principles of contract lie primarily in the ability to land in an auction that is best suited to the card pattern of the combined hands, the bidding must be constructive and accurate. Because this is a vital phase of the game, there is no more important opening bid than that of one no-trump. Realizing that all that glitters is not gold, I would warn the em bryonic player to take a second look at bridge hands which have a "no-trump ap pearance". Ask yourself, "Can I bid a suit?" Or, "Does a no-trump bid give my partner the best possible picture of this hand?" Again, I caution my readers to remember that there are three classifications of tricks. First, honor tricks, second, sec ondary tricks (smaller cards that can be es tablished) and, third, tricks won through the ruffing power of the suit. Naturally, if the final contract is no-trump, the third classification does not apply. The student of contract must then recognize the fact that if the hand is played at no-trump, al though he has the advantage of needing but nine tricks for game, he also has a handicap through the loss or non-existence of his third type of trick in the trick classification table. Successful no-trump contracts often de pend largely upon the declarer's ability to correctly "time" the hand, and "timing" is really an art that belongs to the sacred shrine of our master players. It is not suffi cient to understand the basic principles of the play of a hand, but, psychology and strategy are apt to be enlisted in order to "time" a hand correctly. I recall that during the Great Lakes Cruise Tournament I floundered and stumbled around and finally landed into what appeared to be an im possible or, certainly, a hopeless contract of three no-trump. Here is the hand: DUMMY SPADES HEARTS DIAM. CLUBS X A A X X K X X Q X X X X DECLARER SPADES HEARTS DIAM. CLUBS Q X K Q J X Q 10 10 X X 9 8 The opening lead was the Jack of Hearts, which, obviously, was won in the dummy. I realized that I didn't have a chance unless I could prevent my opponents from switch ing to the Club suit. Since they had seen the dummy, I could not expect them to con tinue Hearts (when it again became their lead). Very simple: If my plan was to work, I must set up my spade suit in order to make my contract. Could I "time" the hand so as to get both the Ace and King of Spades out of the way before my op ponents got started on their Club suit? I had one chance, and I knew that I would be a hero if I succeeded (and my partner would be proud of me), but oh! what a "bum" I would be if it boomeranged. How ever, Steve Brodie took a chance— so why not? After winning the opening Heart lead in the dummy, my next play was a small Diamond which I won with the Queen (not the King). I did this deliberately to inform my opponents that they need not hope for any great holding in Diamonds from each other. Next, a small Diamond back to the dummy, where I won it with the Ace. And now for the play that would make or break us. I led a Club from the dummy up to my closed hand (Q 10), my right hand op ponent played low, I played the 10 spot, which my left hand opponent won with the Jack (he held A J 9 2) . After winning the Club Jack, he reasoned his defense strategy just as I intended he should. Here were his deductions: 1st. He knew from the bidding that my hand was weak. 2nd. He knew there was at least one suit unguarded. 3rd. He could see the dummy (the un guarded suit was not Hearts) . 4th. I had (Continued on page 64) October, 1934 19 \ i ^sii^'*?''*'*! *^^#*f/ '5' /^5^ !/* > \ /( !S6 SI ' ¦*••* "'/< ¦ ¦ Cj - *\&; 3W1* Wordsworth, show the gentlemen to the fire" My Lady Nicotine Raleigh j* Weed Branches Out By Morris Fishbein, M.D. JUST about ten years have passed since women first began to smoke in public places. There was a time when any member of the female sex who smoked was considered something less than moral, if not totally depraved. In The Tattooed Countess, by Carl Van Vechten, the lady while enroute from the East to Iowa had to do her smoking in that section of the Pull man which the Messrs. Hecht and Mac- Arthur indicated as "This is it." Today women smoke wherever and whenever they think they want to. The propaganda re sponsible for the changing attitude was the simple psychological suggestion carried for ward by some advertising geniuses in most of the nation's periodicals. Those who have given any thought to the matter will remember that the first pictures and posters which appeared showed a lady, presumably of considerable quality, seated next to a gentleman who was smoking a cigarette. She seemed perfectly at ease. The picture simply reeked with aristocracy, nobility and the peculiar perfume which attaches to the elite. After some weeks of promulgation of this illustration, the next in the series showed the gentleman and the lady indulging in motoring, watching a foot ball game, or at the beach. Now the gentle man was simply lost in admiration of the young woman's beauty and savoir faire. In this instance, however, she was holding the cigarette between her fingertips and the smoke from its tip curled lazily away. The pictures carried somehow the suggestion that men simply are lost in admiration and suf fused with passion when in the presence of a woman holding a cigarette. Again months passed while this suggestion sank subtly into the nation's consciousness. Finally the lady herself was seen with the cigarette between beautifully rouged lips; she was surrounded by several, if not a multitude, of masculine admirers. In the meantime cigarette smoking had come out into the open. Women smoked in the cafes and in the night clubs, in the lobbies of theatres between the acts and at the bridge table. The time was yet to come, however, when women would be seen smok ing while walking along the street or in their motor cars. Yet the time was not long, for today women smoke everywhere and the doctors are beginning to worry because they smoke too much. Of course, the Antis were not idle during the development of the campaign or propaganda already men tioned. The usual data for horrifying young boys were multiplied a thousandfold. Cir culars were distributed widely. But news papers, magazines and other organs of public ity, including the radio, would not lend themselves to the Antis' propaganda, except on occasion when it assumed a bizarre point of view too powerful in news value to be overlooked. Thus some seven or eight years ago a doctor of rather ancient vintage and of uncertain medical antecedents in the State of Michigan announced at a meeting of health faddists of various types that nursing mothers were poisoning their babies by their smoking and ruining the possibili ties of motherhood. Somehow the threat failed to strike home, perhaps because it was invalidated by the evidence available to the man on the street. He had already witnessed his own babies thriving while their mother smoked. That kind of evidence is hard to controvert by theoretical objections. If any complaint should have come from any source, it might have come from the babies who occasionally suffered from burns of their pinafores or from ashes in their optics. Thus the smoking of cigarettes by women multiplied. Now the physiologists, the clinicians and even the sociologists are actually beginning to collect the scientific evidence as to any special effects which in dulgence in cigarettes may have on women beyond that which it has on man. Along about 1927 an American hygienist insisted that nicotine may be found in the breast milk of nursing mothers who smoke excessively. A French doctor asserted that wet nurses who smoke or chew tobacco can poison babies they nurse, as evidenced by symptoms of diges tive disturbances, restlessness, shortness of breath and similar disorders. Some five months after this pronouncement, the non descript practitioner already referred to made the claim that 60 per cent, of all of the babies born of cigarette-smoking mothers died before reaching the age of two, pri marily as a result of nicotine poisoning. As a scientific statement, this pronouncement obviously partook of the odor usually cred ited to limburger cheese. The statement could not be supported by any statistics or by any laboratory evidence. Nevertheless it was so widely copied that pharmacologists in Cornell University decided to undertake some experiments for ascertaining the exact facts. Doctor Robert Hatcher and Hilda Crosby gave a tremendous dose of pure nicotine to a cow. Only insignificant traces of the drug were found in the cow's milk, even though the cow showed symptoms of nicotine poisoning. The milk of the cow was fed to two kittens which remained per fectly normal. A cat which had given birth to six kittens was given a large dose of nico tine, sufficient to cause symptoms of nicotine poisoning. The kittens which took milk from the mother slept after nursing and showed no symptoms of poisoning whatever. Then a mother who was willing to lend herself to the experiment, smoked 20 to 25 cigarettes daily for six days after her child's birth. The secretion of milk was abundant at first but decreased rapidly later. Although a trace of nicotine was found in the milk, the amount present was not sufficient to cause symptoms of any kind, even when the milk was concentrated. The phar macologists concluded from this experiment that large doses of nicotine may temporarily suppress the milk supply from nursing mothers, but will not affect the milk in such a manner as to influence the child. The real harm from tobacco is, of course, from the abuse rather than from the use. In certain types of people abuse is much more likely than in others. In women, in fact, abuse of tobacco is much more likely than in men. The selection of the cigarette, the lighting, the first few puffs, are some times in themselves sufficient to allay a nerve strain. For this reason, many nervous smokers light and half smoke 20 to 30 cigarettes a day, getting but little effect from all of them. All investigators of the effects of tobacco smoking are convinced that the psychological side is most important in estimating its effect. The sight of the smoke, the feel of the cigarette or cigar and its handling play a part in the pleasure de rived from their use. Few blind persons smoke, and a smoker seldom lights his best cigar in the dark. Sometimes the driver of a motor car who holds an unlighted pipe or cigar in his mouth, helps in this manner to give himself confidence in his driving. The famous pharmacologist, Dixon of Cambridge University, who recognized the subtle effects of smoking, emphasized particularly the rhythm involved in its use. This re sembles to some extent that which gives pleasure in dancing, singing, or chewing gum. The abuse of tobacco may be a serious affair. Some people, it has been found, are sensitive to tobacco and may become blind from its overuse. Usually dullness of vision, with loss of muscle sense, is the first symptom observed by those who are suffering from tobacco poisoning. There may be eye fatigue and headache. Ap parently 20 cigarettes a day is the limit of safety for most men, and anything over this may produce the eye symptoms that have been mentioned. Irritation of the (Continued on page 60) October, 1934 21 Llptofi cJerreil A. CEOHiCE MILLER SOLDIER TURNED COWBOY TURNED SAILOR TURNED HOBO TURNED REPORTER TURNED EDITOR, MR. TERRELL SITS NOW AT THE REWRITE DESK OF A CHICAGO NEWSPAPER AWAITING PUBLICATION OF HIS FIRST NOVEL, "THE LITTLE DARK MAN," WHICH WILL BE PUBLISHED BY REILLY AND LEE ON OCTOBER FIFTH, A STORY OF THE CATTLE COUN TRY FROM THE TIME OF THE LONG COW TRAILS UNTIL TODAY. HIS FIRST STORY FOR "THE CHICAGOAN" BEGINS ON THE NEXT PAGE No Fee A Short Story in Urban Tempo By Upton Terrell DR. HARVARD had been home only an hour when the front door bell rang three times. During the hour he had paced slowly back and forth across his bedroom, stopping at irregular intervals beside the door to his wife's room to speak to her. The door to her room was locked, and he received no answers. Each time after speaking to her he would stand very still for a few moments. Then he would resume his restless walking. When the front door bell rang, he went to answer it. He turned on the hall light and opened the door. Two men stood in the entrance. They were tall men. One had a round dark face. The other was thin and his face was pallid, the skin drawn tightly over the bones. His hair was gray. He stood with both hands in the pockets of his overcoat. "What is it?" said Dr. Harvard. "Are you the doctor?" the dark man said. "I am Doctor Harvard." "There's been an accident," the dark man said. "My brother was hit by a car." "Where?" said Dr. Harvard. "In the head," said the gray man. "No. I mean where did the accident occur?" said the doctor. "Just down the street," said the dark man. "We've got a car downstairs." "How badly is he hurt?" said Dr. Har vard. "Pretty bad. He's bleeding." "Hurry up," said the gray man in a thick voice. "But, Gentlemen, I am a specialist in pulmonary diseases," said the doctor, "not a general practitioner." "You're a doctor, ain't you?" the dark man said. "Of course," said the doctor. "But only half a block east is Dr. Mindeville. He an swers such calls. You'll find him much better in such a case." "We been there," said the dark man. "He's out and won't be back." "All right," said Dr. Harvard. "I'll get my bag." The two men stepped inside and watched the doctor putting on his overcoat. They stood in the hallway watching him. "Let's go," said the gray man. "All ready," the doctor said. They went out and down two flights to the street. "My car is right here," said the doctor. "I'd rather take it. One of you can ride with me." He felt a revolver pressed against his side. "Get in the back of that car there," said the gray man. "Do you want lead in your stomach?" said the dark man. "No," said the doctor. "All right." He got in the car. Another man sat at the wheel. The engine was running. The gray man and the dark man got in the rear with him, one of them sitting on each side of him. The gray man kept the revolver pressed against the doctor's ribs. When they had started, the dark man took out a handkerchief and tied it over the doctor's eyes. "Keep quiet," he said. "Sit still." "You're making a mistake," said the doctor. "I'm not worth a large ransom." "You're not being kidnapped," said the dark man. "Then what does this mean?" said the doctor. "You'll find out," said the gray man. "Keep quiet." The car ran smoothly. The doctor thought they must be following a boulevard. When they were stopped by traffic lights, the doctor could hear other motors running nearby. While they were stopped at one intersection, a siren sounded in the distance. "Turn off," said the dark man. "It's only a fire engine," the driver said. "It might be a squad," said the gray man. "Turn off," the dark man said. "Okay," said the driver. "It's only a fire engine. I ought to know the difference be tween sirens." The car made a sharp turn presently and stopped. The gray man got out. The doc tor heard a door open. The car moved forward a short distance and stopped again. The door shut behind them. Then the car engine died. The dark man took the doc tor's arm. "Here you are," he said. "Watch out for the stairs. Step up." At the top of a long flight of stairs, they passed through another door. The dark man took the blindfold from the doctor's face. "Come on," he said. The doctor followed the dark man along a dimly lighted hallway. At a half open door, the dark man stopped and motioned for the doctor to go in. "He's in there," he said. "Who?" said the doctor. "You'll find out." I he doctor went in. A man, only partly dressed, lay on a bed. His right leg was bandaged above the knee. He was a young man with big shoulders and disheveled black hair. His face was angular and heavy. His eyes were gray and he kept them on the doctor's face. "Gun shot, eh," said the doctor. He took off his coat. "So this is the reason for my enforced service. You remain safely hidden while I perform an illegal act." "That's right," said the wounded man. "Get busy." The doctor took off his suit coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The gray man and the dark man (Turn to page 54) "The gray man kept the revolver pressed against the doctor's ribs" October, 1934 23 Please Don't Tell Me ¦—By Hutch Braun=^ WHILE NORMAL PEOPLE, were asleep, those of the sport ing-, world, who never know, when to, go to the hay; were gathered together, at Wrigley Field, where the Chicago Cubs played ball, back in 1931, but, haven't played since; to watch what, was probably the most, uninteresting, demonstration, of what is known, as "Gotch-as- Gotch-can" Wrestling. Wherein Jumping Joe Londos, the idol of the Rover Boys, of Randolph st. and Ed "Straddle" Lewis; the "Gem of the Ocean" go down, to the deep, oblivion, of defeat, last night; at Wrigley Field. Now, I always, like to take time out; to look at, a football schedule; and during that match I certainly, took time, out; to look at a football schedule, and I find, the University of Chi cago, football team, under the second year, of coaching, by Clark Shaughnessy, is going to find; the going pretty tough. King Levinsky, the "Peerless Leader"; fought one, of his, usual fights. LEWIS COMES OUTOFEXILE By Paul Bunyan WRIGLEY FIELD, 111., Sept. 20.— What I am doing sitting at the ring side in Wrigley Field of an evening with a little blonde doll be side me packed closer than a dead heat •with a lot of other citizens I will never know from somewhat. The scribes are all here and they have bet plenty of potatoes on Londos or Lewis. Many of them have a good heat on. Edward Everett Altrock, one of the many largely known citizens who are here, approaches me and says as how he has just bumped into a fink who is telling the tale and that Londos will win sure. BETS MANY BOBS Then Ed gives off the idea that I might like a little dram of King's Ran som that he gets at the Chalmer House liquor garage on account of I look sad der than somewhat. I take on a large fondness for it and by the time we finish the bottle I am betting Ed twenty-five bobs that Londos will put the slug on Levinsky, another of same that Levinsky will rout the "Tribune" and double that on Lewis to toss Arch Ward, which is all the scratch I have on my person at the time. Martie Flynn BY ARCH LEE [Copyright: 1934: The Chicago Daily Trial] THERE are rumors that Carl Sandburg is carrying on negotiations to purchase the Chicago White Sox, with Martie Flynn skeduled to be manager. . . . Sandburg and Flynn both used to rite for The Trial. . . . The Braves have traded Barney Bierman for Henry Ford. . . . King Levinsky and Fred Rodak all proved their rite to be called champions in the charity show fostered by The Trial. . . . For James Whitehall Londos and Edwin Hammond Markham Lewis put on a fine wrestle before a crowd of twenty million people. . . . The Trial promoted the show, so kolosal succes was asured. . . . A Decade Ago Today— Dario Resta won the 187 mile grind automobile race at Crown Point, Ind. which was thought up by The Trial. . . . Walter Hagen defeated Hans Wagner 6 up in the Golden Putter turnament sponsored by The Trial. ... Big Ed Delehanty was batting .708 for Philadelphia in the Golden League. . . .Brick Mueller was a great end for the California Golden Bears. . . . Jim Londos and Stretcher Lewis went to a 9 hour no-decision match in the Golden Tights turnament with Mayor Fred Bussee throing in the first bal. . . . Heinie Zimmerman, Fred Toney, Orval Overall, Rube Marquard made up the Chicago Maroons' bakfield. . . . Orval Wright succesfuly flu an airplane at Downer's Grove. . . . Harley to Stinchcomb won the Golden Keys turnament got together by The Trial. . . . Shorty Des Jardien was playing in center field for the Cubs in a charity bout sponsored by The Triai Hippo Vaughn led a profesional footbal team to victory against the Harvard School for Boys team in a charity contest fostered by The Trial. . . . Highball, with Fuller up, won the American Golden Derby at old Washington Park. . . . The sports editor of The Trial presented the cup. . . . Over four thousand leters were received sugesting that The Trial sponsor a Golden Age Turnament to do away with colums such as this. CROCKED SNIPES BY JIMMIE CROCKETT Big time wrestling is like an alarum clock. The best way to see it is from bed. You can bed on that, too. That's the only way to cover a King Levinsky fight too. At least if the bed is well covered, that is if it is cold. It is cer tainly a big comforter. And I don't mean to be a wet blanket. Remembering that I had been to wrestling matches, a friend dropped into my sanctum et likewise sanctorum asking if I would be attending the Londos- Lewis grapple. I said only in a wheel chair. Wheel, why not? MUCH BETTER Being on a beautyrest is bet ter than being on a bed of roses. Or bedder than being under a bed of roses. Last time Londos and Lewis gripped they went for three or four hours. Everyone got tired watching and went home to bed. If Jim throws his next man the White Sox will sign him up for their pitching staff. Maybe they will anyway. The Sox are embedded in last place. Here's a letter I received from Edward Everett Altrock the other day: "I sincerely hope you are back on your feet again, fully recovered, in as short a time as possible which I hope turns out to be five minutes or less." To which I replied: "Regardless of your best wishes I am unable to success fully get up, the member still being in splints which is why I can get away with a splint in finitive." — Crock. Today's laugh: Somebody called Dave Barry "Dave Barry- more." Elliott vonOnwentcha, Bitsy Mango in Wedding After London-Leviathan Fight By Wabbity WHAT EVENING groans there were ... by which I mean the perfectly devastating wrestling match be tween Battling Jim London, the World's Defending Champion, and Franklin J. Gouch. Don't think there weren't plenty of thrills, too, because there were . . . And of course needless to say, the fairest flower of Chicago's social elite and their escorts ... the fairest flower of local youngmanhood were there. THERE was "Bitsy" Mango seen leaning against the stalwart shoulder of Eric von Onwentcha . . . "Witsy" Park- ingbottom who recently won the Clover Cup for best odd-man . . . Evelyn "Muttsie" Overhalter who came all the way in from Burr Oaks. Millicent "Snow" Plow wear ing a pale grey maltese sports ensemble including all the prin cipals such as Fannie Brice, Willie and Eugene Howard, Barre Hill, Neila Goodelle, Frank Chance, Joe Tinker. Jim London, the Belgian Bantam, defeated Frank Chance in the main event of the card, King Leviathan refereeing, I believe. Lewis, Londos Grapple By LEGS MUDDLEBERRY (Calcutta Correspondent) Unbeaten since a dreary, not to say rainy, week-end, probably a Saturday evening in 1922, Big Jim "Strangle" Lewis lost to Lou Londos. It was a great card with King Levinsky up against Art Sykes. But then the King always was a great card. Jim Londos used effectively a hold which he calls the "throt- tlebottom double- fancy grip" in honor of the onetime Vice President, Elmer Curtis. It is a lucky thing there were not three E,mer Curtis wrestlers there in the match, because it is an old saying that three in a match is unlucky. Well, they certainly put each other "on the mat." Along toward the early part of the match Londos developed a tight de fense with a double wing back forma tion which not only confused and baf fled Lewis, but also nettled him. In fact it is not far from wrong to say that Lewis was on nettles and pins all evening except for the fact that he was not on his "pins." Along toward the middle part of the evening Lewis developed a tight de fense called the "Louisville Special" grip, and at almost the same time de veloped the "hat in ring" grip and a severe cough which later developed into double pneumonia, which is not unlike the "half and half Nelson" grip except you use four hands with no dummy. PRESSCOOP INFO: SHOAFFNOTDEAD Heard in the presscoop: That Eddie Shoaff, famous all- time bunter for St. OlaFs College of twenty or thirty years ago is not dead at all, but is farming on one of the St. Louis Cardinals' farms! That horses that are supposed to get the needle don't always win the first time because they can't always get to them the first time but they usually do the second time. That Flickamaru-and-Tyler-too •would be a good place parley be cause of old time sentiment of some twenty or thirty years ago, but there isn't any horse running now named Tyler. That Bobby Jones of Atlanta won, in his time, several major golf tournaments. That the White Sox will prob ably finish in last place. That Nick Clancy was seen at College Inn the other night with Bennie Overholder's fair-haired wife, whereas Nick ought to be paying off those poker debts he owes people, and he knows who, instead of breaking up a happy home. That onion soup is good for a hangover. That Red Cagle used to play football at West Point and that he came by his nickname be cause his hair is red. That whiskey-sours are good for a hangover. That straight rye is good for a hangover. — e. e. a. 24 The Chicagoan Falconer McLaughlin The Boss of the World's Champion Black Hawks By Kenneth D. Fry MAYBE the man's right and maybe the man's wrong, but the fact remains that through the deadly, weary, and occasionally satisfying years that Gottselig, Cou ture, Cook, March, et al., have been scoring goals and making hockey a major sport in this uncouth town, Major Frederic McLaughlin, literally and figuratively, has been down there scowling behind the cage and under the little red light every minute. During the eight years that hockey has grown from a frank experiment under the rafters of the Coliseum to big business and a championship team to the tune of the mighty organ at the Stadium, the Major has blazed the trail with a never-end ing succession of managers who left behind them a string of harsh words, an under-current of uncomplimentary and bitter comments by athletes and business associates, lawsuits, an ap parent habit of turning petty, minor incidents and habits into major controversies — and the feeling in some quarters that per haps here is a man who is the disciple of discipline and hard training that finally brought to Chicago the world's title and the Stanley Cup in the toughest game since lacrosse. Especially is it fitting at this time to dig up the notes and review the situation and all that goes with it. For it seems likely that our noble Black Hawks are expected to hit the trail to oblivion next winter, since the death of the truly great Chuck Gardiner, the grandest goal guardian in all the game, robs the Hawks of half their strength on defense — strength which was simply paper strength without Gardiner. But that's stuff for the sports pages. It was in 1925 that the late Tex Rickard, who could spot a promotional "natural" further than any other person in the world, got together with Bill Carey of Madison Square Garden in New York and decided, in the words of the late and lamented Harry Hochstadter, that "frozen water is good for something else except to put in highballs." The following year — 1926, if our arithmetic is properly put together — Tack Hardwick came bustling into Chicago and sounded the alarm. There was a luncheon and out of that luncheon Major Frederic McLaughlin (known in the public prints as the husband of Irene Castle McLaughlin), a former polo player of note, and generally figured to be an ornery fel low to get along with, emerged as the monarch of professional hockey in Chicago — if any. So here was one of the scions of the McLaughlin family of coffee importers up to his neck in a professional sport that was just gaining a foothold in the United States. He not only saw a chance to get in on the ground floor of a game that was bound to succeed, but he grabbed at a chance to be the guy who would be in the public eye with all the ballyhoo that was certain to materialize. All well and good — so far. There was Fred McLaughlin, president of the Black Hawks. The papers, by devious meth ods which have never been explained, referred to him as "owner," and have continued to do so. Along with the fran chise which Tack Hardwick lugged out west, there came the Portland Rosebuds, who were transplanted to Chicago, shoved into the black and white uniforms which have identified the club ever since, and put under the managership of Pete Mul- doon, a hockey and fight guy of the old school, from the west coast. Pete Muldoon was doomed from the start. The Major had never seen hockey before, excepting perhaps some of the Har vard variety of his college days, but in his curious and dic tatorial fashion he edged into the picture. Muldoon was manager of the club, but that made no difference. McLaugh lin, being pretty temperamental himself, resented in whole hearted fashion the temperamental antics of the skaters on his payroll. Players and managers have told me in no uncertain terms, embellished with phrases which have no place in this chronicle, that the Major often made a complete chump out of his manager with his habit of upbraiding that dignitary in front of the team and publicly denouncing players and man ager alike at workouts. Such tactics, of course, were his undeniable right as boss of the club, but naturally such business did little to promote peace, quiet and understanding, to say nothing of teamwork and satisfaction, among the players. And such, I understand, is the reason why during the eight years that the Black Hawks have been playing in Chicago there has been a succession of so-called managers who came and went almost as fast as the enlightened journals of our city could persuade printers to learn to spell their names correctly. Those managers with strong personalities got in and got out. Those who were weak likewise moved in and then departed. Notions about the handling of men and proper technique on the ice came and went with the abandon of Chicago's weather, and with each new notion there was a new manager. It got to be a bewildering movement, something like a circus parade. Frankly, during the eight years that hockey has been a major sport in Chicago's curriculum, during six years of which I was actively connected with the business of writing about sports for a newspaper of the town, I have heard only three people stand up for Major McLaughlin — de fending his tactics and his knowledge of hockey. That is, only three people outside of his own organization, who don't count in this conglomeration of miscellany. I have heard hockey writers damn the man to the skies — to reverse direction a bit — until I, a bit provoked, asked the obvious question, which was, "Well, if that's the case, then why in hell don't you get after him in your paper?" It al ways seemed to me just a bit unfair that writers who were so frank and brutal in their dislike and who seemed to have such October, 1934 25 strong claims of proof of their feelings, should praise the man in public print. Certainly William Wrigley, Jr., when he was alive, came in for his share of condemnation. When Mc Carthy was unceremoniously tossed out on his neck as man ager of the Cubs, one writer even went so far as to remain away from Cub home games until Hornsby was deposed and Grimm got his thankless job. But with hockey it was different, somehow. The Major was pampered and protected in print. One sports writer who took a crack at the Major one time — in print — informed me that McLaughlin immediately withdrew his coffee advertising from that paper. The quarrel was patched up, but there were no more poison darts fired at the Hawks. If hockey writers did their chores as do the baseball scribes, the Gorman resig nation as boss of the Hawks this year would have been held up to ridicule and the hooey would have been filtered out with a fine-toothed comb. And somebody would have awakened at night with the raucous laughter of the mobs ringing in his ears. On April 10, along toward the midnight hour, Mush March slammed home the goal that brought to the Hawks the first world's championship in their eight years of existence. On April 12 there were rumors that Tom Gor man, who had managed the club a little over a year, would resign — rumors that were positively, finally and completely denied and squelched by Major McLaughlin and Gorman. On April 20 it was announced officially that Gorman had resigned, because it had become necessary for him to devote all his time to his duties as secretary of the Quebec Racing Association. It was further disclosed by McLaughlin that Gorman had informed the officials of the club of this move some weeks before. Naturally it was smart and quite ethical for club officials to withhold such information until the Black Hawks had finished their very important series for the Stanley Cup. But a few days after his resignation Gorman accepted a post as vice-president of the Montreal Forum. They don't run horse races at the Montreal Forum. They play hockey there — the Maroons and Les Canadiens. If our hockey writers read between the lines and jumped at conclusions the way scribes in this town do in other branches of sport, then there would have been plenty of derisive gestures through the news and feature columns, particularly in view of the unsettled condition of the Black Hawk managerial incumbents through the years. 11 OW much does McLaughlin know about hockey? Well, I can't read the man's mind, but three of his ex-managers have told me in conversations violently sprinkled with profanity that he doesn't know a damned thing about the game. And they resented his blankety-blank interference and the way he would burst into the dressing room when the Hawks were behind and revile the players with a display of temper that sounded almost delirious in its intensity. All right. High officials of two major league hockey clubs, and an ordinary citizen who probably knows more hockey than most players, assure me — and they hold no brief for Mc Laughlin personally — that he does know hockey. They grant that he knew nothing about it when the Black Hawks first began to function, but they insist that hockey is a downright simple game and that by being constantly on hand and by asking questions continually and by interfering with a wearisome round of "whys" during the brief period while no less than eight managers have run the Hawks, McLaughlin is now quali fied to interfere whenever he damned well chooses. So there you are. Players say he nags, and nagging is an unforgivable sin in professional sport. Kick, yes. Raise hell, go as far as you like. But nagging? That's out. Players and ex-managers have from time to time, during cozy chats, indicated that the man listens too much, and is too easily influenced. Perhaps it is because of his continual search for a winner, and certainly nobody is go ing to deny him that right. They say that if an idea is sug gested, and he happens to like it, practical or not, then there's hell to pay until that particular idea is put into effect Cer tainly the list of managers who have been under McLaughlin's wing does not show very many men of strong characteristics and would indicate that the Major wants men about him who listen and do what they're told, rather than men who are tough enough to take hold and really run things. You have noticed, doubtless, that every now and then — or oftener — McLaughlin can be seen outside the wire behind the enemy goal at Black Hawk games, wearing a set expression of intense dislike about something or other. I unfortunately asked a Hawk player about that particular habit one time, since it didn't strike me as quite conducive to good goal shooting on the part of the Hawks. The player vehemently commented, "Every time I go down to shoot, I see that horse face behind the goal and I want to shoot the puck right at it." You can hatch out your own comments on that remark. There seems to be no question that Mc Laughlin, having been an active participant himself in polo, by no means a game for mollycoddles, had much to do with the establishment of regular and rigorous training habits in hockey. As the Major realistically put it to me one time, "Hockey players, many of them, looked like tubercular bookkeepers." So, in addition to managers, McLaughlin hired trainers for his Black Hawks. Oh, certainly, hockey teams had moved north to go through the motions of a training season before his time, but much of their training consisted of smoking cigarettes and finding places to park their feet. Upon suggesting to one of his many managers that perhaps stiff sessions of road work ' over a period of several weeks would knock the pallor out of players' cheeks and softness out of their muscles, that particu lar manager stood aghast and insisted that hockey players shouldn't walk, let alone run, as it would bring kinks to their leg muscles. So the Major, ever the skeptic, betook himself to the south side, where he went into a huddle with Amos Alonzo Stagg. The result was a confirmation of McLaughlin's contention that walking and running would round hockey players into shape. I don't know just how the Old Man hap pened to know, or think, that road work might help skaters, but there you are. And just to show you how an idea sticks to the man, or how the man sticks to an idea once it gains a hold on him, the Major has hired as manager of the Black Hawks for next year a fellow named Clem Loughlin, who was a playing member of the team some six or seven years ago. Clem is a great believer in walking and road work as a conditioner. Incidentally, when Loughlin was a member of the Hawks, McLaughlin thought he was a star and protested when he was let go. Every player or manager I talked to says emphatically that Clem was four years overdue for walking papers to the minors when he was active with the Hawks. Major McLaughlin takes credit for hav ing introduced the system of three forward lines into pro hockey. As you have noted during late years, substitutions are made often, in sets of three. This keeps fresh players go ing at top speed all the time. It is one of the Major's ideas — and not an unsound one — that he would rather have fresh dubs on the ice than tired stars. Well, I won't try to put a finger on the person responsible for the three lines idea, since two managers have told me that they almost had to beg Mc Laughlin to try it. But I do know that many players balked because they insisted they couldn't get warmed up in such a short time on the ice. Possibly many owners had given thought to the training idea in hockey, but it remained for McLaughlin to be ornery enough to insist on it, and to carry through on the idea. Hockey was still in its infancy, as far as organization was concerned, when the Black Hawks were put to work. It was Canada's major sport, and all that, and the Stanley Cup was emblematic of supremacy, but that had all come about through circumstances rather than through any premeditated plan. The pros stole the Stanley Cup from the (Continued on page 66) 26 The Chicagoan You Can't Shuffle the Horses An Item on the Good Old Days That Weren't So Good HORSE RACING— the sport of kings, beggars and middle-aged dowagers — is just about the fastest and cleanest sport today, but anyone listen ing-in on grandstand or poolroom gossip hears little talk that isn't of fixed races, doping or disguising horses. As a matter of record, that old glib warning, "Don't bet on a horse race, because you can't shuffle the horses," is not only misleading but ma ligns a remarkably clean sport. Sure, plenty of "fast ones" are pulled every year, and the unwary bettor stands an excellent chance of losing his shirt, and trousers to boot, but the same is true of any sport with a betting angle where amateurs and professionals meet. In golf, dice, and particularly poker, the professional will win in the long pull, even without Lady Luck's assistance. Most right thinking gentlemen wouldn't dream of challenging Bobby Jones to a fifty-dollar winner-take-all match; but the same chap will go out to the track, wager his fifty on worn out horseflesh and squawk to high echo about fixed racing when he loses. It's not contradictory to say that racing is on the level, in the first paragraph, and then to break into a series of stories about crooked work on the turf, for the thousands of straight races, with few exceptions, make pretty dull reading, while the story of one crooked race can be told and retold without losing interest. There is a vicarious bit of the grafter in every one of us (just an old philosopher) which explains the attention one gives to tales of the dark and dirty deeds of race-track gamblers. jMy earliest recollec tion of unfair racing tactics has root in the stories my father used to tell; rollicking ones, of how, as a boy, he and a friend, Amos, used to travel around the minor trot ting horse circuits with two fast horses. The purses were very small, hardly worth bothering with, but my father and Amos would take turns winning, first getting down good sized bets with the local yokels. They went through this routine for most of one summer, but finally received the Keeley cure for gamblers. It was the day of their biggest bet. Every cent of their profits and savings had been wagered, in poolrooms, hotel lobbies, and around the County Fairgrounds. Every thing looked rosy, and their dreams of owning a large racing stable seemed about to be realized. All my father had to do was pull up his horse a bit, and let Amos go on to victory. The bell rang and the horses were off, my father and Amos easily distancing the field. Around the track they October, 1934 By Jack McDonald flew, and as they hit the turn leading into the home stretch my father tightened the reins a bit and waited for Amos to sweep into the lead. The horses were neck and neck and the race seemed in the bag, when — disaster of disasters — Amos' sulky lost a wheel. My father had to go on and win, while the crowd cheered the thrilling finish. Then the judges gathered 'round and ex pected him to register pride at winning the grand prize, a hundred bucks. I HAT was in the good old days. Today a successful fraud must be clever, perfectly timed, and carried off with the utmost secrecy. A tiny leak, and the betting odds will be so greatly influ enced that the Pinkerton boys, the watch dogs of the tracks, will be investigating everything and everybody. With so many wealthy and influential sportsfolk spending time, money, and un' told energy in improving horses and the racing game, racing has been placed on a high plane. The Whitneys, Mrs. Dodge Sloan, Colonel Bradley, Alfred Vanderbilt and many other prominent figures of the turf invest millions in cash for that thrill of watching their horses flash under the wire ahead of the field. On such a scale racing is truly the Sport of Kings. But there are knaves in the racing world, men who are ever alert for an opportunity to dope a horse, cripple a favorite, or ring a horse (substitute a good horse for a mediocre one) and make a huge betting coup. The prince of all these rascals was a cer tain Paddie Barry, whose very name still is enough to send the Pinkerton detectives into jitters. He was an artist at this work, a smooth, scheming swindler, who has rung horses at tracks the world over and has been instrumental in mulcting bookmakers of hundreds of thousands of dollars. He was a magician of the paint-pot, a master of dyes, and able to change the contours of a horse by artistic clipping. Even the tell tale camera's eye failed to detect some of his wizardry. He has been caught, but never until the damage has been done. He has never been convicted in this country, where he has engineered many faked races, his only sentence being served at Dartmoor, for complicity in the notorious English ringing case, the "Coat of Mail-Jazs" scandal. Ringing a race horse is a highly technical proceeding, and Barry's technique in the Havre de Grace substitution of Aknahton for Shem is worth one more re-hashing. Aknahton, a three year old with four white feet, was bought from Mrs. Marshall Field by Barry for $4,500. This was a cash sale, and the money was paid over in ten and twenty dollar bills, a mark of the confidence man or bootlegger. Barrie next bought Shem, a two year old chestnut with two white hind feet, that had excellent breeding but not enough speed to beat the cheapest kind of horses. Both horses were shipped to Belmont, where Barry hired an honest trainer to give the affair an aura of respectability. It was necessary to get the trainer out of the way for a few days, so they sent him on to Havre de Grace to rent stalls and make other arrangements. Late one night a van left Belmont with Shem and Aknahton both aboard, but when the van drew up to the barn at Havre the horses' identities had been transposed. The horses were the same two that had left Belmont, but now their markings and coloring had been exchanged, a sample of Barry's chemical magic. And magic it was, as anyone familiar with thor oughbreds will realize, for working around high spirited horses under ideal conditions is none too easy, and in the close confines of a horse van — well, Mr. Barry must have earned the money he received for that coup. The trainer, who had seen neither horse before, entered Shem, which was really Aknahton, in a race for two-year-olds, and had no trouble with the judges or officials. The trainer could hardly be blamed, for Barry's work was flawless. The tail had been well plucked and rosined to get the proper set, the teeth given a little treatment with a dentist's drill, and the seasoned officials so grossly imposed upon were not without artistic justification. Shem -Aknahton was off easily, came up under slight re straint, and when the jockey, an honest boy hired for the occasion, touched him with the whip, it was all over. The crowd roared approval, and well they might, for Shem (Aknahton) paid off at 52 to 1. It was a killing for the New York gamblers backing Barry, and no one would have learned of the imposition if they had kept quiet, but smart money boys always boast. The Pinkerton lads heard rumors, investi gated and learned that bookmakers over the country had been taken for a quarter of a million dollars. Governor Ritchie of Mary land, a race fan, saw the Shem race and commented on a two-year-old showing such phenomenal speed. It is doubtful that the Governor cashed a ticket on the winner, but Nigger Nate Raymond, a New York gam bler, flashed $2,500 in mutuel tickets after the race. The Pinkertons chased Barry and his two horses (Continued on page 68) 27 Finale to Fairgrounds Music Such Popularity Must Deserve an Encore By Karleton Hackett FREDERICK STOCK came to the Swift Bridge to wind up the series of concerts by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra with the fitting blaze of glory, and everything went absolutely according to specifications. Well, he has come back from his annual trip to Bad Gastein filled with the three V's though for a time he was not sure of anything; for he was there when Dollfuss was assassinated! And does he have a story to tell! The conditions were not altogether fa vorable since the north wind was blowing strongly which not only made it coolish out on the Bridge, but one expected the breeze to take the soft passages along with it. Yet Mr. Stock gave one of the most beautiful performances of the Beethoven Seventh that even his long record can boast. Was it a special kindliness of the north wind for the Chief or his keen sense of proportion that brought those seemingly pianissimo phrases to us with such exquisite clarity? Mr. Stock was in his finest fettle and the men of the orchestra were evidently de lighted to show him what they could do. Well, why not? Everybody loves to be one of a really top-notch outfit, have the boss take things in hand and show off their paces. It was the Beethoven made possible by the virtuosity of the modern orchestra when a master-hand controls. Without the tech nical skill it cannot be done, yet the rever ent spirit must ever be the energizing force. There was the dignity of the essential Beethoven but expressed with a simplicity that needed no extraneous aids. Mr. Stock's command made it possible for the beauty and the power of the music to express itself by its own inherent force. There was no intrusion of the conductor's personality, none of the pretty prima donna tricks for the gallery and no sense of the marvelous skill required, you merely sat there with the sense of spiritual well-being and the music came to you as a finality of beauty. That is the supreme test of the con ductor's art; when you are keenly conscious of the beauty and power of the music yet feel no sense of the means by which it is done. A great artist. At the grand finale on Saturday evening the audience hated to realize that this series of concerts was finished and they simply would not leave. Everybody arose, the or chestra gave Mr. Stock a tousch, and they recalled him again and again until finally he made them one of his happy little speeches. The main burden of his song was that this experience ought to convince somebody that summer orchestral concerts in Chicago should be a permanence. Well, regardless of the future the past summer was great while it lasted. And it is given us to hope that something will come of it. And did he give some of the visiting "guest" conductors a part of what they had coming to them? He did. Ounday evening fol lowing at the Ford Symphony Gardens they had a real party. By a few minutes after seven o'clock every seat had been taken and how many hundreds — or thousands — came, took one mournful look and went their way could not be estimated by an amateur, though I watched them with interest. Victor Kolar carried through to a trium phant close his record breaking feat of conducting. Out of 160 two hour, twice a day symphonic concerts he conducted 156. Rain or shine, cold or hot (and was it hot!) he was on the job. He has written his name into our musical annals with a sort of artistic indelible ink. The formal program began with the Brahms Second Symphony, then on through Tristan, Tannhaeuser and Weber's Invita* tion to the Valse which he gave with most deft touches, to inevitable wind-up with Tschaikowsky's 1812. Then the party began. Nobody had the slightest intention of leaving until he had somehow expressed to Mr. Kolar, the men of the orchestra and the Ford organization a convincing sense of the pleasure he had had from these concerts and his regret that they had come to a close. Before they finished they succeeded in their purpose. Rufus C. Dawes, the presi dent of A Century of Progress, spoke; they recalled Mr. Kolar time after time, the orchestra finally struck up Auld Lang Syne, more recalls; Mr. Kolar had them play his own Viennese- American March; a Mrs. Potter, who had attended every concert given at the Ford Gardens, rose and ac knowledged the plaudits of the public (was that envy, admiration or a fitting tribute to almost unexampled fortitude?); Mr. Black, on behalf of the Ford organization gave everybody concerned a medal; there were cheers, the waving of handkerchiefs and in short an impressive display of our American sentimentality. But is it not grand that in this day of all days we still can wax sentimental over any thing? And who, a year ago, among the high authorities of the Fair, would have believed it possible that such a display could have been brought out by the ending of a series of symphony concerts? Something to think about in all of this. A million visitors to the Ford Symphonic Gardens with heaven only knows how many more millions listening in over the radio. The same numbers at the Swift Bridge. Counting in all the repeaters, those who wandered in by mistake and left promptly after the first number, or even before it had finished, the additional fact that it was all free and still there is left an impressive total. Is all of this to pass away leaving not a trace behind? Are these two plants which have been such going concerns this summer simply destined just to be scrapped? Shall it be but a unique achievement by which we may reckon our falling off during the times to come? Well, the immediate thing to do is gird up our loins and make a success of the winter series of concerts soon to start, for the better we do this winter the greater the chance of doing something next summer. And in any case we had it once and there by established a record — how dear to the American heart is this word — never before even approached at any world's fair. It was great while it lasted. Lucrezia Bori broad cast over the new "high fidelity" Philco the other evening and from the first hearing it sounded as though they had made a definite step ahead in tone values. Philco has very much increased the range of vibrations, about doubled in fact, so that the higher overtones can now be sent and received over the air. This, to be a bit technical, gives the overtones which are essential in reproducing the true timbre of the voice. One is dubious concerning the accuracy of the evidence of one's own ears when it comes to estimating values from a single hearing. Nevertheless and notwithstanding it sounded as though they had made a dis tinct advance in reproduction. Mme. Bori sang charmingly and her tone had some thing of its individual quality that made you feel sure it was in truth her voice. 1 he Ford organiza tion at the Fair, possibly encouraged by symphonic results, will shortly try out an American ballet based somewhat on the Russian model. Felix Borowski has written the music, Edward Caton has charge of the choreography and Jacques Samossoud will conduct the orchestra. Something to the general effect of "a century of the dance," and sounds promising. You will have a chance to judge for yourselves long before this appears in print; but we are taking the chance. Such outpourings as they had all last summer at the Ford Gardens and the Swift Bridge ought to lead to something. If the public really wants art (distinctly not spelled with CAPITALS) somebody will provide it — and why not Henry Ford? 28 The Chicagoan HARRY MOSES /< th ?5 our saints in three acts THE GERTRUDE STEIN-VIRGIL THOMPSON NEGRO GRAND OPERA OVER WHICH NEW YORK WAS SO HET UP LAST YEAR— PEOPLE GOING 'WAY UP TO HARLEM AND PAYING ACTUAL MONEY— IS ON THE AGENDA OF THE CHICAGO SEASON. WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT? THAT IS THE DELIGHTFUL PART. NOBODY KNOWS, NOR CARES. JUST LISTEN TO THE DULCET SOUNDS AND WATCH THE GRACEFUL GAMBOLS. THE SUCCESS HAS BEEN ENOUGH TO DIG MISS STEIN OUT OF HER BELOVED PARIS AND BRING HER OVER THE WATER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIRTY YEARS. SHE WILL BE AT THE AUDITORIUM IN PERSON. MERICAN'NORTH GERMAN LLOYD JANI TEMPLE, STATELY WORSHIP PLACE, CALCUTTA, INDIA CANADIAN PACIPIC 5UENOS AIRES, LOOKING NORTH TO THE HARBOR ARGENTINA CUNARD-WHITE STAR LINE DOLLAR STEAMSHIP LINE MAGNIFICENT MARINE DRIVE IN WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND ONE OF MANY INTERESTING STREET SCENES IN OLD JAPAN RAYMOND' WHITCO MB YOUNG NIAS ISLANDER CLEARING THE JUMPING STONE IN THE CENTER OF THE VILLAGE, A NECESSARY FEAT BEFORE A YOUTH WILL BE ADMITTED TO THE WARRIOR CLASS Rounding the World A Consideration of Convenient Cruises By Carl J. Ross utUesi erf York. ... A PORTRAIT OF CAPT. RONALD N. STUART OF THE S.S. EMPRESS OF BRITAIN WITH the exception of the Reverend Voliva and his band of trusting followers at Zion, Illinois, most everyone concedes the world is round. How ever, the Reverend Voliva contends this theory is a delusion and a snare; that there is no such thing as gravity to hold a ship upside down on an inverted sea; and that "encircling the globe" is in reality accom plished by following a circular course over a perfectly flat earth. Were I to believe this reasoning, I'm afraid my sense of caution would prevent my venturing abroad through fear of falling off the undiscovered edge of the world. As I am assured that this is very unlikely, whether I am encircling a globe or circling about on a plane, I should like to take a 'Round the World trip this season and make some observations of my own. Checking up on sailings, I find it possible to start almost anytime. The Dollar Line has a fleet of ships departing from the West Coast fortnightly, making the disputed cir cuit in 85 days to New York or 105 days to the starting point, or I may use a combina tion of Lines such as the N.Y.K.-Cunard or Canadian Pacific covering the same route in approximately the same time. In addi tion to beginning my trip as soon as I am ready to go, I learn that I may stop over at any port as long as I wish. A close inspec tion of the colorful illustrated prospectuses convinces me there is much to be gained by a detailed study of Bali, Bangkok and other out of the way places. I am informed also that the fall months are ideal for starting a westbound voyage, due to the moderate seasonal climate at the various ports of call, and there is a further advantage in being able to stop over in Europe before I sail for home. China and Japan are reached before the weather be comes too chill and the excessively hot tem peratures encountered between India and Egypt after the month of March may be avoided. West of China to India, there is small difference in the tropic clime the year 'round, and the time element is not to be considered important. There is much to be said in favor of an independent trip, as one may choose the ports to be visited and limit or extend the time to be spent in each place according to individual preference. Since the schedules of all lines are posted from six months to a year in advance, there is little difficulty experienced in outlining a suitable itinerary embodying the special features in which one is interested. While it is true that the use of a ship which does not provide the luxury and convenience desired may be necessary in some cases, this situation will exist in but few places outside of the regular passenger lanes. If time is not an important factor, a more comprehensive knowledge of the cus toms, history, and manner of living in the various countries of the world may be ac quired on an independent arrangement than is possible on a cruise. Those who prefer sailing in January on one of the special cruises of popular trans- Atlantic Liners will find some interesting possibilities this sea son. On January 10, the 42,500 ton S.S. Empress of Britain will sail from New York on a 30,000 mile voyage visiting thirty-two ports in twenty-four countries, with the first port of call at Madeira off the coast of Northern Africa as she heads eastward into the Mediterranean toward Egypt. One will have little difficulty in being comfortable on the Atlantic flagship of the Canadian Pacific, as nearly every cabin has its own private bathroom. A number of extensive shore programs, particularly in the Holy Land, Egypt, India, Siam and China, will add greatly to the attractiveness of the cruise, especially for those desiring a maximum of time ashore. The Hamburg-American Liner, the S.S. Resolute, sails from New York January 12 on a cruise that is very similar in ports vis ited, duration, and general routing to that of the Empress of Britain. As both the Britain and the Resolute are excellent ships following a most timely route, it will be difficult to choose between them except on a basis of "atmosphere." Every ship un deniably reflects the characteristics of the nation whose flag it flies, and the success of a cruise is dependent, to a great extent, on the popularity of its nation's cuisine and manner of living. After the first of the year, it is preferable to travel eastward, because of the cold weather in Japan and China, on a standard westbound trip. However, in order to off set entirely this climatic disadvantage, the S.S. Franconia of (Continued on page 61) October, 1934 31 a mans castle PHOTOGRAPHS BY TROWBRIDGE THE HIGH-CEILINSED LIV ING ROOM OF THE LOUIS C SEAVERNS APARTMENT AT 1320 NORTH STATE PARKWAY, WITH ITS OLD OAK PANELLING AND ITS GENEROUS FIREPLACE IS ESSENTIALLY ENGLISH IN CHARM AND WARMTH A DARK RICH SHADE OF BLUE-GREEN IN THE WIN DOW HANGINGS AND CHAIR COVERINGS IN THE DINING ROOM TONES IN PERFECTLY WITH THE WALNUT PAN ELLING OF THE WALLS A CHARMING POWDER ROOM IN PALE YELLOW AND WHITE IS THE ONE FEMININE NOTE IN THIS COMPLETELY MASCULINE APARTMENT SAGE GREEN AND VERMILLION COMPRISE THE COLOR SCHEME OF THE DELIGHTFUL BREAKFAST ROOM WHICH EMPHASIZES THE CHINESE NOTE A One-Man Apartment What the Well Housed Man Will Live in By Kathryn E. Ritchie WE once heard of a gentleman, a single gentleman, who, when the depression came along, decided he had better retire to the country and live as well as he could on what he had. He bought a nice old-fashioned house that stood on a corner lot in a small mid-western village. It had a wide lawn all around it, a barn on the back of the lot and an iron hitching-post in front. Considering him self a man of some taste, he set about to fix the old place up. The house he painted white, until it glistened like a jewel stand ing there on the corner, surrounded by its carpet of green grass. The barn? All barns, thought this gentleman who had been brought up in the country, should be red. Therefore he painted the old barn on the back of the lot a nice, enduring, cheer ful red. But the glistening white house and the glowing red barn soon made the old iron hitching-post in front of the house look drab and neglected. Our new landed proprietor could find no peace in his present surroundings until one day, armed with brushes and paint pots he had painted the hitching-post a vivid green and finished it off with a shining gold ball on top. He sat on his front porch in the evenings and admired his handiwork. It was immense. But the neighbors, and "those who knew," thought it was awful. It's a wise man who realizes that furnish ing a house tastefully and in a manner that will reflect credit on himself is best left to experts. In many cases, it is his wife who knows the value of color, color harmonies, and color contrasts; who understands that Spanish and Chinese furniture do not be long in the same room together, and that certain things are declasse, while others are in high favor. In other instances, as in the case of the Louis C. Seaverns apart ment on North State Parkway shown in the accompanying illustrations, it is the decorator who is responsible for the wise selection of furnishings, colors, fabrics, accessories and their skillful blending in such a way as to make this one-man apart ment one of the most distinguished of its kind in the city. Consisting of fourteen rooms, it has been planned for purely masculine comfort and needs, and is characterised throughout by dignity and good taste. Although fur nished largely in traditional style, it shows certain delightful concessions to modernism in a small beautifully detailed breakfast room and a charming women's powder- room. The high ceilinged living-room with its old oak panelling and generous fireplace is essentially English in feeling. The floor is covered with a dark peacock blue-green carpeting, and the tall windows are hung with draperies in a dull shade of light chartreuse. Linen covered chairs, a piano, small tables for books and ash-trays, soft- shaded lamps and a few well chosen and unusually handsome decorative accessories, such as the tall candlesticks on the mantel, combine to create a thoroughly home-like and livable room. An air of sumptuous elegance character ises the dining-room, which is Italian in feeling and is furnished with genuine antiques. A handsome Flemish tapestry in shades of tans and greens dominates the room, contributing life and interest and a feeling of medieval splendor. Walnut panelling, extremely simple and beautiful in detail and design, covers the walls, while the rug is of the same dark rich peacock shade as that in the living-room. Window hangings and chair coverings of a dark blue-green shade blend admirably with the rug and tone in with the walnut panelling. Handsome crystal wall brackets contribute to the general atmosphere of richness and beauty. In the breakfast room a striking color scheme of sage green and Chinese vermillion has been used with unusual effect, the walls and blinds being the former color, the leather seats of the Chinese Chippendale chairs the latter. Chinese decor in the wall panels and a group of antique Chinese porcelain figu rines on the console table before the mirror are attractive decorative touches. A women's powder-room in cream-white and pale yellow is the one feminine note in this completely masculine apartment. A large mirror lighted by sparkling crystal wall-brackets and a graceful dressing-table with mirror glass apron and white leather top occupies one end of the room. Cream colored walls with soft yellow panels painted in a typical Adam design furnish the keynote for the decoration, the color scheme being carried out in the white fur niture, a modern rug, and the white and yellow upholstery of the day-bed and chairs. The Louis C. Seaverns apartment, as partially shown (Continued on page 56) October, 1934 33 'Tis Wise to Be Follies And Wise Enough to Be No More Ladies By William C. Boyden THESE days long queues are awaiting song cues. Where, when and why? Outside of the Grand Opera House; as soon as the box-office opens; because Billie Burke's Ziegfeld Follies is giving the Rialto its first taste of real theatre business in many a month. Maybe the tide has turned. If so, think of the blessings. You won't have to read any more journalistic jeremiads on the Decay of the Stage. You will be spared endless bootleg substitutes for aged-on-Broadway theatre. You can take your girl to a show occasionally. You might even stick a gardenia in your button hole and try out your luck at a stage-door. If Florens Ziegfeld went to his just deserts, he is having fun in Heaven looking down on this current entertainment, so worthy to honor his memory. His spirit definitely is with the show, especially in three instances, Fannie Brice, the Howards, and the Girls. Personally I have never seen too much of Fannie Brice. And I have never heard anyone say that he was bored by her. Nor, to my knowledge, has Miss Brice ever given herself so lavishly to the general joy of an evening. She appears in no less than six solo specialties; creates all manner of bur lesque characters; satirises all sorts of topical foibles; sings as only she would think of singing. Unique among her sex, she asks no handicap from any of the great male comics. And when you risk the positive statement that anyone, male or female, is as funny as Willie Howard, you are stepping out, be cause he is a scream. Far from a pretty man, never more than one jump ahead of unabashed vulgarity, there is yet an irresist ible gamin quality about this diminutive comic which gets you. Whether singing a mock choral while peeking into a lady's ample bosom, or faunishly pursuing Fannie Brice around the stage in satire on Sailor, Beware, his naughtiness is infectious and hilarious. And Willie Howard would not seem quite complete without Eugene, his dour-faced and stately brother, to play "straight" for him. The third Ziegfeldian feature of the current Follies is, as indicated, the gals. After the effusions of thousands of press agents who have burned up mid night oil thinking up extravagant encomi ums for the pulchritudinous babies who work in revues, it is little short of impossible to offer comparable eulogy. So, after all those literary words, let's just break down and admit that "these girls are the nuts." They are dressed, and beautifully dressed. Those seeking nudity had better stick to the Fair. But those who thrill to lovely women — and who doesn't? — will find ample satis faction at the Follies. It has not been traditional for the Follies to boast grand opera stars to sing the songs. Which makes Barre Hill a most pleasant novelty. This young Chicagoan has a bari tone of booming resonance. Songs like Wagon Wheels and To the Beat of My Heart are thrilling, when issuing from his throat. True, Mr. Hill has something to learn about stage presence. But he is good looking in a wholesome, boyish way and should be an outstanding success when he develops a trifle more song-salesmanship. Lots of others, and while most of them are substitutes from the New York cast, they serve. There are the Preisser soeurs, a couple of fast stepping youngsters; Harrison and Fisher, polite dancers but skinny enough to suggest the need of a buttermilk diet; Vivian Janis, Ben Bernie's Chicago dis covery, who sings 'em plenty blue. They all add their bits to a show which seems to be re-establishing Chicago as a theatre-town. The curtain is hardly up two minutes on 7\[o More Ladies when a sweet old lady, dressed not quite as Whistler's Mother but more like a dowager of the Mauve Decade, drops a stitch in her knitting and lets out an oath usually re served for truck-drivers and gentlemen under pressure. If I were a betting man, I would give long odds that A. E. Thomas, author of the piece, conceived this charm ingly anomalous character and then decided to write a play around her. So he trots out a group of rather incredible young world lings, sweats ink to make every line an epigram, and occasionally lets a story of marital infelicity stick its head out to be peppered by the verbal machine guns. Over the whole situation hangs that aura of class so dear to the playwright's heart, reference to the Rits, butler asking master if he will have the roadster or the town car, enough liquor to stock a Walgreen Drug Store, husband announcing he can be reached at his club, and all the rest of the tinsel. It would be ungrateful to be too critical of T^o More Ladies. It is adult drama. And, Heaven knows, we can use some. The story may never get much under the sur face, but at least every other line is bright. Some of the situations, as for instance the best stage bridge game I've ever seen, are genuinely humorous; and the people are in gratiating if one is not too violently prej udiced against those who regard adultery as a pastime comparable in moral significance to a game of racquets. And most of all, the aforesaid grandmother. The old lady is a gorgeously satirical ' figure. There have been many wise old grand dames on our stage, but Mr. Thomas has a new angle in the contrast evoked by Winchellisms ema' nating from lavender and old lace. Only the worst of actresses could muff such a role. Any actress of certain age would pawn her jewels for a chance at it. Many of the critics remarked that Mary Sargent stole the show. One might as soundly observe that some actor playing Hamlet stole the show. The show belongs to grandma. All the actress has to do is to hold on. Miss Sargent does so reasonably well. Although some technical criticism might be made of her acting, she probably gets ninety per cent, value out of the role. \v hen characters sit about a stage referring to a yet unseen cohort as a libertine, a devil among women, a home-breaker, handsome as a Greek god, smooth as Iso-Vis, world-weary, cynical, devil-may-care, then the entrance is a trifle difficult. But Walter Pidgeon gets on the stage, pours himself a drink, cracks a few wise-ones, without stirring a desire in the audience to toss tomatoes at him. Mr. Pidgeon is very handsome; looks something like Gary Cooper. He is also well known in Chicago. The box-office ought to reflex his good looks and charm. And his acting is fairly good, considering the load he car ries. To be constructive, it might be sug gested to Mr. Pidgeon that he sit down at least once without taking a hitch in his pants. The others are experienced actors who can be relied upon to deliver this particular brand of dramatic merchandise. The best of them is Nicholas Joy, swell last year in Music in the Air. His opportunities are limited here, but he is deft as a dumbish English lord. Robert Lowes gives a neat exhibition of how to be charming though cuckolded. Two girls are nice; Betty Linley, quite billyburkeish as a baby-talk lady; Daphne Warren- Wilson, crisp and honest as the young wife. The Show Boat at Diversey seems to have caught on. A large audience greeted The Convict's Daughter with hisses, cheers and enough laughter to warm the hearts of twice as many actors. Not much difference between this opera and the first offering, 7<[o Mother to Guide Her. But the actors seemed hap' pier, better prepared, more in the spirit of the thing. And the customers, most of them mellow from the bar upstairs, loved it 34 The Chicagoan the casual camera by A. George Miller REVERSING THE CUSTOMARY HISTRIONIC PHOTOGRAPHY: THE AUDIENCE FROM THE WINGS, AS THE LENS WANDERS BACKSTAGE AT THE "ZIEGFELD FOLLIES" FANNIE BRICE EUGENE HOWARD WILLIE HOWARD THE CHORUS SWINGS INTO IT 'I LIKES THE LIKES OF YOU" HARRISON AND FISHER DANCE FANNIE BRICE DOES BABY SNOOKS 'ALL QUIET IN HAVANA" FOLLIES GIRLS IN "SUDDENLY' THE PREISSERS DO A STRUT FINALE BEFORE MANY CURTAINS 1 *?"'; I 1 I 1 ' 4 "/ j J ; ¦.- ¦:': | 4 1 t. ' . CHICAGO'S CLOUD-CAPPED TOWERS, PALACES OF COMMERCE AND TEMPLES OF TRADE, Rl *\ 9 ' **"*' ** IE LIKE STURDY TREES TO HIGHER LEVELS— A VIEW FROM LOWER GRANT PARK AT THE LAKE ¦•>:.•¦> :v m WmBmm l IV: f SOUTH ALONG THE MISTY, GLISTENING AVENUE FROM THE ART INSTITUTE AND TURNING NORTHWARD, THE AVENUE UNROLLS ITSELF UP TO THE DRIVE : ; nil" ; ' ''"'••F iMr;: : I * • • . *.'*¦.; "&?' . if I * ' mm * i S3w .* - -; -J^y o*miff ?* ..»« Jgs»* ** i * p S* °J *5r*^ p lPy**i*"W #*.; ^Ik, 3 MAZDA AND NEON, THE TOWN'S JEWELS, BEFORE THEATRE AND RESTAURANT Football Preview With Added Comments on Several Other Sports By Kenneth D. Fry DOUBTLESS you believe, along with most folk, that the football season is here when one or more of the following occur: the leaves begin to turn; the football guide appears; alumni begin to worry about those seats on the fifty yard line; the Tribune all-star game is played; any other reason. You are wrong. The football season is ushered in by sports writers who hammer out stories beginning: "King Football ascended the throne today;" or "The thud of cleated shoe against the pigskin re sounded throughout the land today." Consequently the football season is here, as these lines are being written, because two of our enlightened journals have appeared on the street with those words appearing in prominent spots on the sports pages. One writer, I am glad to report, however, had the grace to enclose them with quotation marks, thus signifying, I suppose, his recog nition of the fact that they had probably appeared before. The season will not be complete, though, until some writing genius has delved deeply into memory and has come up with a story of a game played on a "veritable quagmire" and players "slither ing about in a sea of mud." Well, I don't blame them much. I used to do that sort of thing myself. Without further ado, it is high time to get to the business in hand. Major interest hereabouts, naturally, cen ters in Big Ten activities. This correspon dent hereby climbs out on the window sill and proceeds to dance a jig, endangering life and limb by grouping the conference teams, as they seem to this observer through the haze of the impending world series, chatter over the Ross-McLarnin fight, and the Lewis-Londos wrestling match. Group one: Here perches Minnesota, favored by its schedule, fortunate in its array of letter men and veterans returning to competition, and overdue — how long overdue — according to the law of averages, which is one law that even Congress can't do anything about. The Gophers, with Oen the only regular missing, have a tough but neatly arranged schedule. After the open ing breather, they tangle with Nebraska at Minneapolis. Then a week's vacation before going to Pittsburgh. The Gophers were the only team to beat Pitt last year. Then follow five conference games, Iowa and Wisconsin being met away from home, and Michigan, Indiana and Chicago at Minneapolis. It looks like a Minnesota year, and don't say I didn't warn you. Group two: Iowa and Illinois. (Busi ness of tottering on the window sill.) The Hawkeyes, last year's big surprise, have Dick Crayne back. Remember him? Well, you will soon. Five Big Ten games, North western, Indiana, and Ohio away; Minne sota and Purdue at Iowa City. Not badly figured. Illinois? This is the time to scratch the head. With nothing much in the way of talent, Zuppke whipped his Illini into shape last year and the team came within two points of tying for the title, losing to Michigan and Ohio State by single points. Illinois is perhaps overrated here, but, on the other hand, perhaps not. Group three: Michigan, Purdue and Northwestern. Kipke will need, in addition to "a pass, a punt, and a prayer," a half back, a tackle, two guards and a center. Wolverines lost heavily by graduation, and last year's team seemed to be tapering off near the finish, although it was really a great outfit. Besides, Michigan is overdue for hard luck, which of course is a poor ex cuse for leaving them in this group. Pur due, as usual, has some dandy backs, but, tsk, tsk, big holes in the line. Kiser, after fooling with that all-star line in the Trib's game, must feel pretty awful down there in Lafayette. Northwestern is potentially tough. It was last year, too, but the lads should have had caddies to find the ball for them. They didn't locate the leather all season, and there wasn't time to look around every time the center let it go. Looks good defensively, in spite of Manske's absence. That trek to Palo Alto to meet Stanford won't do the Wildcats much good, but Iowa will be out of the way by that time, and there's two weeks time before the Ohio scuffle. Wisconsin, Illinois, Notre Dame and Michigan then follow. Well, the schedule for Hanley isn't hand picked. Group four: These are the mysteries. They include, unless you've figured it out already, Ohio State, Indiana, Chicago and Wisconsin. Buckeyes and Hoosiers have the only new coaches — Francis Schmidt and the redoubtable Bo McMillin. Ohio not highly rated but might surprise. (That's the old sports writer's cover-up prerogative.) Chi cago should be improved and interesting, but general strength about the conference is too much for the Maroons. Clark Shaughnessy will put out a capable team — capable of holding down scores. Wisconsin's frosh of last year were said to be tougher than hell. And tougher than the varsity. If they are, then a bundle of apologies is ready to mail to Doc Spears. Not until. If you have the price, you can see eight of the ten Big Ten teams at Chicago and Northwestern. Besides the local elevens, all other conference teams will play here, excepting Minnesota. Purdue will be at Chicago, and Wisconsin at Northwestern on November 3, so you'll have to make up your mind about that day, although personally I recommend the Mid way affair. Educational hints: It's all very nice to shriek and carry on like a maniac and an undergraduate when the ball carrier breaks loose with what the radio broadcasters describe as a "terrific run" of three yards, but it is also fun to let the jolly old leather toter go on about his business and pay some attention to the men in the trenches — the linemen and the blockers. And here's how it's done. Don't watch the kickoff. Watch the re ceivers. When the ball is caught look ahead of him. Then when the offensive team lines up for the first scrimmage, forget the ball. Watch the ends for three or four plays. Then watch the tackles; then the guards. You'll still know where the ball is and how much ground is gained or lost. I'm not advocating that the casual observer spend all his time at the game studying tactics, etc., to improve his knowledge, necessarily, but it's fun to see how the rest of the lads operate. Furthermore it will be highly en lightening and you'll be able to do more talking about the game than your pals who simply watch the guy who makes the touch downs. Such business won't, of course, keep your feminine companion from leaping to her feet with an ungodly scream when some blond from South Chicago gains eleven yards, but, then, you didn't have to take her anyhow. It is high time that someone began to realise that F. P. A. was right. In one of his gentler moods the famous successor to B. L. T. once wrote a bit of verse, wondering where all the beautiful dolls who turn up at football games hide the rest of the year. Having given serious thought to that problem for several seasons, I still don't know where they hide. But it's not so bad, now that foot ball's here, to look forward each Saturday — perhaps I should say look backward — to the exhibitions of pulchritude, as well as guards, tackles, and halfbacks. Well, you know how us old guys is, mister. Ecclesiastical de partment: Hank Greenberg, Detroit first baseman, solves his problems nicely in a way to make us regret our wasted lives. Hank, a good Jewish boy and a big factor in De troit's pennant drive, went to his church on Rosh Hashana. Then he went forth to battle the Red Sox. (Continued on page 65) October, 1934 43 tomorrows mode de By \ MISS HELEN FULTON enjoys wearing bright colors and indeed rightly so for they are very becoming to her dar\ hair and eyes. She is shown wearing an afternoon gown of red cut velvet and blac\ crepe. With it she wears a blac\ velvet hat and a matching belt of blac\ velvet. The hat is shown from a side view in the other sketch of MISS FULTON. on. \- f \ ft / GLMlDoTi Miss WELTHYAN HARMON finds her suit of brown and white checked Harris tweed just the thing for many occasions. In fact she calls it her uniform. With it she wears a brushed wool sweater of soft blue. The hat is brown felt with bands of brown, orange and yellow ribbon. For evening miss HARMON prefers classic simplicity and is shown wearing a gown of a lovely shade of warm yellow crepe. n para de today icagocnne TfW ID. £. THclcM ¦oms. MRS. W. E. MAC FARLANE wore this dar\ green 1 wool dress and cape with a detachable beaver collar at the fashion show at Knoll wood. She wears brown accessories with this costume. MRS. Kenneth CURTIS also wore her outfit at the Knollwood Fashion Show. The dress is wool in a lovely shade of deep blue with a detachable collar of blue fox. The collar is really a little jacket without sleeves, cut very cleverly to seem part of the dress. With this MRS. CURTIS wears brown accessories. The small sketch shows the dress without the collar. "7 K Ms. i\erinc iss OcLncy Kno^c.' MISS NANCY KNODE chooses a dress of dar\ green crepe trimmed in white to wear to debutante teas and luncheons. With it she wears a saucy beret of dar\ green trimmed with a dashing feather of brown with yellow; touches. Old Stuff Chicago and Chicagoans in Retrospect By Alexis J. Col man 'VTEAR the close of the last century, the West Side was "^•^ making a determined bid to have the city hall located over there. The county wanted the city to move so that county operations might have more elbow room in the old twin structure. Naturally, the West Side City Hall Associa tion encouraged county officials in their belief that they needed more room, and urged city officials that the city hall should be nearer the center of the city, which would mean, of course, the center of population, i.e., the West Side. There had been, for three years, a West Madison Street Business Men's Association, formed to secure substitution of asphalt pavement for granite block, as proposed. Successful with the asphalt idea, and in some other projects, this organ isation expanded, on June 29, 1898, into the West Side Busi ness Men's Association, Captain Edward D. Ellis and Andrew J. Graham continuing with the new body as president and treasurer respectively. W. F. Fitzgerald was chosen vice- president and George L. Robertson secretary. There was an executive committee of twenty-one other representative West Side business men. This organization put its shoulder to the wheel to assist the city hall boosters. Somehow the West Siders were unable to lift the city hall. The county, and city, too, got extra elbow room with the erection of the present twin building, higher, and with its walls rising flush with the building line, whereas the recesses, cornices, pillars, and what-not of the old building had accounted for many cubic feet of space — although affording haven for numberless broods of sparrows and pigeons. The West Siders, their civic and sectional consciousness stimulated by their co-operative work, successfully projected street-cleaning, street-lighting, store-lighting, window display, and other activities. They were tired of having the West Side referred to as the "kitchen" of Chicago by persons who chose also to refer to the North Side as the "parlor" and the South Side as the "dining-room" of the city. Chicago's greatest possibilities for expansion, the West Siders reasoned, lay to the West, and they set about to make their section attractive. After Ogden avenue should be cut through to Lincoln Park, they visioned a similar diagonal street to the South Side. So far, this idea has encountered only insuperable difficulties. Needless to say, both the Edison and Commonwealth com panies did their best to co-operate in improving all lighting. Current was their commodity. They promoted street lighting, they offered prizes for display windows illuminated by their lights. We recall covering as a TimeS'Herald assignment a meeting of West Madison street men. While the proceedings nominally were in charge of the business men, there were two young men who seemed particularly active. They had a finger in everything, in every plan. Naturally we sought them out and inquired as to their interest. O, they were just helpers in the association. Their names? "Smith" and "Brown." Some time later, when we were covering golf, and became acquainted with the newly-organized Homewood Country Club, at Flossmoor on the Illinois Central (now the Flossmoor Country Club), we found that one of the leading lights was "Mr. Smith." His name in this connection: John F. Gilchrist. In the vanguard of the army of Twen tieth Century newspaper columnists was Samuel Ellsworth Kiser, who conducted Alternating Currents on the editorial page of the Record'Herald. From time to time he included one of his Love Sonnets of an Office Boy, describing the youth's tender passion for the adorable stenographer who was "twic't his age." These were issued later in a little book with sympa thetic drawings by John T. McCutcheon. At one stage: Last night I dreamed about her in my sleep; I thought that her and me had went away Out on some hill where birds sung 'round all day, And I had got a job of herdin sheep. I thought that she had went along to \eep Me comp'ny, and we'd set around for hours Just Ioxnn', and Fd go and gather flowers And pile them at her feet, all in a heap. It seemed to me li\e heaven, bein there With only her besides the sheep and birds, And us not sayin anything but words About the way we loved. I wouldn't care To ever wa\e again if I could still Dream we was there forever on the hill. McCutcheon's illustration shows the stenographer in shirt waist and attentive pose seated on the greensward beneath a tree, and before her with slicked hair, attired in his best, is the youth on one knee, tall shepherd's crook held at a sort of salute in one hand, a bouquet of roses in the other, his flock discreetly oblivious in the distance. Set in the sidewalk and flush with its sur face, in front of No. 112 West Chicago Avenue, opposite the police station, a metal plate about 8 by 16 inches, trod upon and passed unnoticed by hundreds daily, bears these words: THE SALVATION ARMY BEGAN OPERATION IN CHICAGO ON THIS SPOT FEBRUARY 1885 So the Salvation Army will be celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of its advent here next February. The Army has grown in public favor since its early struggling days. Greatest boost came during the war, with the dispensing of coffee and doughnuts to all the boys, and the homely comfort of the huts, made possible by the drives for funds in which our best citizens were glad to participate. Theodore Roosevelt and William J. Bryan seeing things from the same viewpoint may be hard to imagine. Yet they did, once. Probably only once. That was on Sept. 4, 1900, when they sat in the same row of the review7- ing stand in Michigan avenue while the Labor Day paraders went by. Only Samuel Alschuler, Democratic candidate for the governorship, sat between the Republican candidate for Vice-President and the Democratic nominee for President. The two chatted amicably, even amiably, and the thousands across the avenue cheered for each in turn. But the marchers' shouts were all for Bryan. About a year later, Roosevelt, on the death of McKinley, was President, and Bryan only a Nebraska citizen. Bryan was not the candidate in 1904 against Roosevelt, but the Denver convention of 1908 gave him another chance. When Roosevelt split the Republican party to run as Bull Moose candidate in 1912 against his old friend Taft, Bryan, the Commoner, as a reporter interviewed Roosevelt, and in his writings said that the Bull Moosers were appropriating Demo cratic tenets. Roosevelt's rejoinder was that they did happen to be advocating some things the Democrats favored, but were un alterably opposed to Bryan's crazy ideas. (Continued on page 74) 46 The Chicagoan GRACE CORNELL AND KURT GRAFF, IN THE "DANCE OF DEATH" WHICH THEY PRESENTED AT CANNES BEFORE ROYALTY Music an Fall Ushers in New By Don THE Fair is going into the last inning of the second game of its double-header, but the boys on the late watch still have plenty of play stops to take in. And with the new season are new floorshows, new orchestras, new stars and maybe here and there a new little hotcha- muchacha. George Olsen, the smiling Swede bandmaster, and his lovely blonde singing wife, Ethel Shutta (pronounced Shut-tay) , have moved into College Inn at the Hotel Sherman. There is much close harmony in business and home life for George and Ethel. She sings like an angel, wears clothes like a Parisian mannequin and has that dazzling kind of eyes. Inn guests will find some- ing different in the novel musical arrangements offered by Olsen and his crew from the famous "locomotive" theme song through the whole colorful tune shop over which George presides. The Fall Frolic, an entirely new show, has been packing the Empire Room of the Palmer House for a couple of weeks now. Jack Powell, the tympanic star of rhythm who has been featured in many Broadway musicals, heads the list of stars. Bill Bourbon, known as "The Kid from France," makes his first American appearance in the show. Kay, Katya and Kay, a dancing trio of unusul originality and talent, also have a prominent spot on the evening's program. They come from Hollywood, where they were featured in pic tures and appeared in several hotels and cafes. Lehman Byck, a lyric tenor, from the stage (he was here with Joe Cook in Hold Your Horses early this year), sings songs that seem to please the guests. And then there is Barbarina — a novelty act if ever there were one — who is assisted in her routine by two Pomeranians so skillfully trained that they swipe the show. Ted Weems and his bandsmen continue and the Abbott Inter national Dancers present new routines and costumes. October, 1934 KAY, KATYA AND KAY, PREMIER DANCE TRIO, HEADLINED IN THE EW FALL FROLIC IN THE EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE d Lights Bands and Shows a l d Plant Stan Myers is the new batoneer in the Terrace Garden. He's new to Town, too. Every man in his unit, including Myers, with two exceptions, is a college grad uate, and they turn out nice gleeclub stuff. Romo Vincent continues as master of ceremonies, and Don Carlos and his marimba band alternate on the bandstand with the Myers outfit. Art Kassel and his "Kassels in the Air" orchestra, after more than a year's absence, have returned to the Walnut Room of the Bismarck. Art presents a pleasant floorshow including the dance team of Gagnon and Broughton. Johnny Hamp is still drawing crowds to the Silver Front of the Drake with his excellent music. The new dance team there is Aber and Bradley. And Freddie Hankel and his orchestra are at the Brevoort in the Mural Room. Freddie has played for many society affairs including the Bachelors and Benedicts Ball, the Assembly and several other large functions. Kitty Davis has opened a new cocktail lounge upstairs above her for-men-only bar on south Wabash. It's a pleasant little retreat done in blues with hedgerows set in the walls and chairs of several shades and chrome. On each table is a cradle tele phone, so you can call home and tell the ever-loving little woman that you're just going to have one more and then you'll be right along. Kitty is hostess and Mildred Lyman (football playing Link's sister) and Diane Davis play the piano and sing. The new Mayfair Casino, unusual private supper club and athletic club, is opening about the middle of next month in the building of the former Midwest Athletic Club. Andy Rebori is in charge of the remodeling job, and is designing the cocktail lounges, bars and the main Mayfair Room, as well as the unique Latin Quarter on the club's roof. Jerry Conley, formerly with Vincent Lopez in the Urban Room, will be in charge of the social features and entertainment for the club. 47 on the SUNSET LIMITED or GOLDEN STATE LIMITED Pullman charges out west are a third less this year. Rail fares are low. JTarther south than any other trains to California, the Sunset Limited and Golden State Limited speed you west through America's sunniest winter region. We think you'll enjoy the atmosphere of western hospitality on these trains. We think you'll like their modern Pullmans, the fresh clean air, the absence of dust and noise in their air-conditioned cars and the many other travel lux uries for which you pay no extra fare. New Orleans alone is reason enough for you to choose the Sunset Limited. For there this train begins its dash across Louisiana, Texas and Southern Arizona to Los Angeles and San Francisco. The Golden State Limited starts at Chicago and makes a bee-line to El Paso (where many people stopover to visit Juarez and Carlsbad Caverns), then on through Southern Arizona to Los Angeles. It carries through Pullmans to Tucson, Phoenix, Agua Caliente, San Diego, Santa Barbara and, of course, Los Angeles. Ounset Limited and Golden State Limited run through the heart of Southern Arizona's guest ranch re gion. In fact, we have the only through trains to these popular winter resorts, getting you there much faster than any other line. If you're in terested in a real western vacation in a warm winter climate, we'll be glad to send you our booklet "Guest Ranches." It describes the ranch life, lists the principal ranches, gives rates and other helpful information. SOUTHERN ARIZONA DESERT RESORTS l_/ur Sunset Route and Golden State Route trains are the only trains that serve the California desert resorts at Indio and Palm Springs. Starting in October, a brilliant crowd gathers here to enjoy the unique experience of luxurious living in a desert oasis and to enjoy the outdoor sports of summer all winter long. Our booklet "Southern California Desert Resorts" tells about it. For booklets mentioned here, or any other information on a trip west, write 0. P. Bart- lett, Dept. Y- 10, 310 So. Michigan Blvd., Chicago. Offices in other principal cities. Southern Pacific w Gotta Book" The Keep -Your -Book Club Carries On By Marjorie Kaye T3 ING a bell for M. W. Wilson. Toot a horn for Florence C. Halsane. Wake the echoes for Mrs. C. Rowland, Jr., Essie A. Zorn and F. P. Frazier. For these are captains of their souls. They make up the uncowed quintette whose names lead all the rest of those intrepid spirits undisposed to go on loaning books or accepting the loan of books, world without end, merely because it is rumored that these abide among the tedious array of things to do. How long this list will become, as time and custom have their way with less forthright temperaments, I know not, but I am not downcast. You constants who read about my Keep-Your-Book Club in the September number will recall that I expected nary a joiner. To you who did not — and shame on you — I reiterate the major considerations responsible for its founding : Firstly — and you'll do well to refer back to the September number to get this in detail — I inquired whether you really like to lend a book that you like to a person that you like and argued that of course you'd have to say that you do but that you know and I know and everybody knows that you don't, for perfectly good and sufficient reasons. Secondly, I asked whether you really like to have a person you like persuade you to accept the loan of a book he likes and dwelt upon the various good and sufficient reasons why you would reply in the affirmative in spite of the directly contrary truth. Thirdly, I argued that all of this added up to equal adequate justification for the formation of a Keep-Your-Book Club, the members of which would neither borrower nor lender be, adding that I didn't expect anyone less callous than I to the opinions of others would openly underwrite this noble cause. A form was printed for the convenience of any such that there might be, and it is printed again this month for anyone who cares to join our Spartan company. But I must clarify at this time one point which has given rise to a number of inquiries. We have been asked if allowance ought not to be made for members of the family, for cases of genuine need, things like that. The answer is no. But it is pointed out that nothing in the by-laws of the club forbids (1) the giving of a book without compunction to any duly desig nated givee, and/or (2) the polite theft of any book which may be entirely too attractive to be resisted. With that information, how can you go wrong? As to the books of September: Appointment in Samarra — John O'Hara — Harcourt, Brace: Although not intended as such apparently, this is the most powerful preachment for temperance that has been published in many years. However, the words and incidents would hardly meet the approval of most active temperance advocates. A bit racy in spots, but an engrossing, swiftly moving chronicle of manifestly real people living humanly, imperfectly, interestingly in a by no means perfected civilization. — E. S. C. Black God — D. Manners Sutton — Longmans, Green: Anyone can write about Africa, which almost nobody knows, but not everyone can write a book. This is, first of all, a com position, an artfully constructed and consummately executed THE CHICAGOAN 407 S. Dearborn Street, Chicago, Illinois. Book Editor: 1, too, am of Spartan spirit, so enroll me as a member of your Keep-Your-Book Club without cost to me or you and what's a good book to start with? 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FIRST FLOOR Also in our Evanston and Oak Park Stores mnRSHRLL FIELD & [OmPHRV October, 1934 49 DISTINCTIVE APARTMENTS available for fall leases 233 EAST WALTON PLACE 1 2 ROOMS -4 BATHS An ideal town home. One apartment to each floor. Four exposures. Lake view. 1320 NORTH STATE STREET SIMPLEX - DUPLEX 7-8 rooms — 3 baths Desirable location. Wood-burning fireplaces. HOGAN AND FARWELLJNC EXCLUSIVE AGENTS 664 N. MICHIGAN AVE. WHITEHALL 4560 1366 NORTH DEARBORN 6 ROOMS - 3 BATHS A modern building. Excel lent exposures. Accessible to all transportation. 73 EAST ELM STREET 4 ROOMS - I BATH 5 ROOMS - 2 BATHS This building adjoins Lake Shore Drive. feat of construction. Secondarily it is an interesting and alto gether engaging document on the many-sided subject of Africa. Thirdly and thereafter it is sound reading, fine entertainment, steadily engaging narrative. Better get a copy — W. R. W. The Brass Knocker — Edward Rathbone — Appleton-Cen- tury: An unexpected death in the house of the Brass Knocker creates confusion and fear. The book is a discussion of the psychological effect of this death upon everyone connected even remotely with the occurrence. Rather too involved to make in teresting reading. — P. B. Business Hours — Hugh P. McGraw — Coward McCann: One of England's better humorists does a beautiful job of char acterization of a typical office force and sharply depicts the go ings-on in and out of office, including morals. Faintly Wode- housian, but much more substantial. And just as funny. — D. C. P. The Canape Book — Rachel Bell Maiden — -Appleton-Cen- tury: Try Three-Leaf Luc\ with your Martini. What, you've never had it? Every one, you know, should know one's canapes and here's how — get these 108 recipes (yes, I counted them and how I suffered!) for $1.00; everything from Birmingham Smile to Hornet's J^est and choice canapes from leading hotels and res taurants. — M. K. Captain Nicholas — Hugh Walpole — Doubleday, Doran: Walpole has created a roue roguishly superior to Rogue Her- ries. Yes, Captain Coventry is the king of rogues. I think it would be quite jolly to let Captain Nicholas invade our Great American homes and stir things up a bit. And how he can stir. It's a great story and I like the captain — and I don't believe he meant what he asked or said in his prayers — I really think he was asking for bigger and better snuff boxes, in the last chapter anyway. — M. K. Death in the Theatre — J. R. Wilmot — Claude Kendall: Scotland Yard uncovers, and quite cleverly, a jewel-snatching wave. There are several murders, of course, which are also solved. It is well written, though, and I found myself finishing it.— W. D. P. 42 Years in the White House— Irwin H. (I\e) Hoover — Houghton Mifflin Company: Observing life at the White House from the days of Harrison to Hoover, the chief usher reveals his impression of how and why Mr. Charles E. Dawes was shifted to the presidency of the Reconstruction Finance Corporation from the ambassadorship to St. James and tells how delicate social and official precedents were surmounted in arranging a White House reception for Mrs. Oscar DePriest. The man who lived with nine presidents had his own opinions of them and their wives and his opinions differ materially from the public picture. It's mostly rambling comment and observation, loosely tied together and not even chronologically recorded, but it's truly interesting if you don't mind seeing some of your idols tumble. — C. B. The Foundry — Albert Halper — Viking Press: Those who read Union Square will recognize that this Chicago lad, as far as use of contrasts is concerned, has not yet grown out of the in fluence of Ben Hecht and Tiffany Thayer. Nor has his Lewisian style in characterization been especially altered. The story has a Chicago setting and is about the everyday lives of men and bosses connected with the unionized Fort Dearborn Electrotype foundry, and some of the men and owners of the open shop Bowman Printing House. — V. W. A. Full Flavor — Doris Leslie — Macmillan : This richly wrought novel of conscionable length covering the life of one woman and encompassing four generations in the London of Victorian and Edwardian eras is one of the best novels of the year. It is a bitter-sweet experience in reading that leaves a taste for more and more and more of this experience known as "'life." Cath erine Ducrox, business woman, sweetheart, wife, mother and grandmother, was a lady you would like to meet any day. She had a head for business — and love — or does one. While perhaps the nth degree of happiness was not attained in either the first or second marriages, one finds the true picture of worth and richness of a full life. And were not the chapeaux and morals of 1914 quite '34ish? Get it and keep it! — M. K. Gone Rustic — Cecil Roberts — Appleton - Century : Cecil Roberts, while on a speaking tour in Florida, meets a little old English lady who inspires him to buy a cottage in England. He returns to England and starts his search for the Ideal and quite 50 The Chicagoan Since 1765 . . . Quality has obtained for Hennessy prove it to be the finest of naturally matured the largest brandy sales in the world. Sipped slowly brandies. As such, it is also the best for cocktails, as a liqueur after warming the glass in the hands, for brandy-and-soda and for other purposes. Hennessy's wonderful bouquet and "clean" taste Distilled, matured and bottled at Cognac, France. E AGENTS FOR THE UNITED STATES: Sdlieffelin & Co., NEW YORK CITY. IMPORTERS SINCE 1794 ODER, 1934 51 &*r // at the FALL FROLIC // by accident finds it. He reveals its history and the neighborhood surrounding it and tosses in very interesting illustrations for good measure. Don't overlook this one — own it! — G. K. Goodbye to the Past— W. R. Burnett— Harpers : This story of a two-fisted, self made man is told in reverse. It starts with his death and steps back fifteen to twenty years at a time, the final chapter reciting his experiences as a youth. It is one of the most entertaining of the Fall books. — E. S. C. Industrial Design and the Future— Geoffrey Holme— Studio Publications: The author of this work happens to be the editor of Modern Photography, also reviewed this month, and he happens, also, to be an extraordinarily level-headed gentleman who knows what pictures, picturization, depictment and display are all about and what for. I decline, selfishly, to tell you more than that about this work. I promise, though, that as month follows month you readers of this magazine are going to see pages designed in a manner for which you will have only Mr. Holme and this book of his to thank. I think you'll like them.— W. R. W. Leisure — George A. Lundberg, Mirra U. Komarovs\y and Mary Alice Mclnerny — Columbia Press: A mass of data on suburban life compiled in anticipation of shorter working hours providing more leisure. The study is confined largely to West chester County, New York. Extremely interesting but not in tended for entertainment. — E. S. C. The Little Dark Man— Upton Terrell — Reilly £¦? Lee: I'm but four chapters into this rousing tale of the West as deadline falls, but that far, at least, it moves with the same swift, crisp, genuine momentum as the author's short story published in this issue. I'd say you're more than safe in buying it on that recommendation.— W. R. W. Lust For Life — Irving Stone — Longmans, Green: This novel, greatly enriched by authenticity, gives the reader assur ance he knows Van Gogh better than ever before. It is a vivid picture of Vincent Van Gogh, bookseller, teacher, preacher and artist, from young manhood to his death. The author's imagery proves a constant delight. One can almost hear Van Gogh say, 'At bottom, nature and a true artist agree. It may take years of struggling and wrestling before she becomes docile and yield ing, but in the end, the bad, very bad work will turn into good work and justify itself." Lust For Life is a splendid addition to the shelf.— M. K. Medicine Man in China — A. Gervais — Stokes: A young French physician provides some intimate and surprising pictures of mode and manner during his first year in Chengtu, a large city in the province of Szechwan, two thousand "Li" up the Yangtze from Shanghai. Most of you will enjoy this sharp commentary on oriental manners and psychology. Wouldn't you like to know why the Chinese have always emerged trium phant from invasions extending over thousands and thousands of years? The answer is a bit of philosophy in everyday life we all could apply with profit. — V. W. A. Modern Photography — Studio Publications: Well, you see, A. George Miller was so busy making the photographs which you have noted on other pages of this issue, and with handling a flock of purely business assignments which he and I interpret as indicating that not all is wrong with the world economically, that it falls to me to give you a swift word on this volume. He will tell you more in a later issue. My word, for whatever it is worth if anything is to buy it if you make, have made, con template making or only expect, in the dim future, to look at photographs appreciatively. You can hardly do so without it. — W. R. W. My Best Recipes— Mary Hale Martin— Libby, McNeil # Libby : I rue the day this Woolworthy priced (but of gilt-edge worth) booklet was tossed on my desk. It is the premiere fois I have seen so much for ten cents. Martinis and Manhattans pale as appetite whetters! — M. K. Never Any More — K[ancy Hale — Scribners: If the weather is pleasant, you are not easily bored, and you like to reflect on why and how young girls of today are different from young girls of the '90s, you may enjoy this story of conflicting personalities on Heaven's Gate Island during a summer month- Geneticists and social psychologists will smile grimly.— V. W. A. Now in November — Josephine Johnson — Simon and 52 The Chicagoan jf~. 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DETROIT, MICHIGAN DISTILLERIES AT PEORIA, ILLINOIS, AND WALKERVILLE, &^0?2J/ ONTARIO, CANADA October, 1934 53 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. The handsome cabinet of two-tone walnut with delicate inlays, mould ings and marquetry, makes the Philco 16X a most attractive piece of furniture. Price $175. COMMONWEALTH EDISON Electric <HD Shops 72 West Adams Street and Branch Stores Ask about the easy payment plan. A small down payment, balance monthly on your Electric Service bill. To cover interest and other costs, a somewhat higher price is charged for appliances sold on deferred pay ments. SUBSCRIPTION BLANK One Year, $2.00. Two Years, $3.50. Three Years, $5.00 407 SOUTH DEARBORN STREET CHICAGO Enclosed please find $ covering year subscription to The Chicagoan Magazine under new rates printed above. Name Address City ? New ? Renewal Schuster : Not a farm story as such, but about people who have the same hardships and hopes we all have. Do you not liven to this? — " — It would have taken so little to make us happy. A little more rest, a little more money — it was the nearness that tormented. The nearness to life the way we wanted it. And things that cost more than they are worth leave a bitter taste. — " If you have matured beyond a vicarious need for the likes of Scaramouche and Captain Blood, you will not want to miss l^ow in J^ovember. — V. W. A. The Peel Trait— Joseph C. Lincoln— Appleton-Century: If the good Mr. Lincoln ever breaks away from Cape Cod what'll he do? Sulk and then promptly return, probably. Some time Mr. Lincoln ought to write about some other part of the country — just to see if he can. — D. C. P. The Quest for Corvo— A. J. A. Symons — Macmillan: Perhaps the cause of Mr. Symons, quest (Frederick Rolfe or Corvo) was a paranoic (my acquaintance with one, fictionally speaking, in Twisted Clay has greatly warped the word) . How ever, that is a triviality in such a character as the author of Hadrian the Seventh. This biography simply devastates a peace' ful evening and you read far into the night. The quest for the "eagle-nosed, corduroy-trousered, Van Dyke bearded wanderer" is the most fascinating biography I have ever read. It is so different! — M. K. The Riddle of the Traveling Skull — Harry Stephen Keeler — Dutton : How sad it is to find Chicago's famous Secret Six, all glamour lost, becoming just a bunch of book recom- menders. Don't be frightened away by the books that they have praised in the past; for this story is fast-moving, clever, and ends with an unexpected twist. A Chicago locale, and characters closely resembling some prominent Chicagoans, make this story of especial interest to local readers. — J. McD. Tarzan and the Lion Man — Edgar Rice Burroughs — Bur roughs: I don't know, yet, how this one comes out, but I'm giving my daughter and co-reader of it the conventional 8 -to- 5 that Tarzan wins. She doubts it, which seems to be the key to whether it's any good or not. I, an old Tarzan addict undis mayed by Johnny Weismuller's highly questionable vocaliza tion of the character, am inclined to think it is. Try it on your own offspring. I'd say you can't miss anything but sleep. — W.R.W. The Young Man's Girl — R. W. Chambers: A fireman's daughter is heroine of this tale. She captures first a playwright — he dies before married happiness is attained'; a prince confers his heart and title — again the heroine is a widowed virgin, so she succumbs to the pleadings of the aristocratic sculptor. It is light good reading or good light reading, whichever one prefers.— G.K. No Fee (Begin on page 23) stood on the opposite side of the bed watching him. The doctor spread a towel under the wounded man's leg and cut off the rusty bandages. "Does it hurt, Nick?" said the gray man. "Sure it hurts," said Nick. "It feels like my leg is on fire." "How long ago did this happen?" said the doctor. "About two hours ago," said Nick. "What about blood poisoning?" The doctor looked at him. "It's not serious," he said. "The bullet only entered the fleshy part of your leg. If there's no infection, you'll soon be around." Nick laughed. "Pretty good joke, ain't it, Doc?" The doctor's hands trembled. "I don't quite see it that way." Nick laughed again. "I thought it would be kind of smart to get the doctor who shot me to fix me up. I guess nobody ever did that before." "Good Lord," said the doctor. "Then you're the man I shot this evening." "Yes," said Nick. "I would break a joint where the guy has a pistol." "Good Lord," said the doctor. His face was pale. He stood beside the bed holding a roll of bandage and staring at Nick. "You might have killed me," Nick said. The Chicagoan ALEX D. SHAW & CO., INC. WINE MERCHANTS SINCE 1881 offers suggestions that will provide the correct beverage for every occasion. The wines and spirits below have been selected from the brands of some of the foreign shippers for whom Messrs. 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D. 1800 From the large col lection recently brought over from England by Mr. Tatman. TATMAN 625 N. Michigan Ave. — Chicago 707 Church St. — Evanston "Yes," said the doctor. He forced a slight smile. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you more." "You ought to be," said the gray man. "Look here," said the doctor, "didn't you realise you might have given my wife a serious nervous shock?" "No," said Nick. "I thought nobody was home. And I didn't get a thing. I'd just got in when you came home." "I didn't check up," said the doctor. "It really doesn't matter." "What doesn't matter?" said Nick. "Whether you got anything or not," said the doctor. "Why not?" said Nick. "Well," the doctor said, "... I'm just glad I didn't hurt you worse. That's all. I just lost my head and shot at you as you ran out the back." "You're a punk shot at that," said Nick. "I'm glad I am," said the doctor. He laughed a little. "I'm very happy about it all," he said. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you and I'm glad you came and got me to dress your wound." "You're nuts," said the dark man. "We might have got into trouble going after you." "Then why did you do it?" said the doctor. "You must know of a physician who will . . . handle such cases safely." "Ask him," said the dark man. "Yes, ask me," said Nick. "I told you. You shot me, you fix me up. Smart, ain't it?" "Very smart," said the doctor. "It's very funny." "Are you through?" said the gray man. The doctor continued to smile. "I've done everything I can now." "Did you call the police after I got away?" said Nick. "I did not," the doctor said. "You better keep your mouth shut," said the gray man. "Do you want lead in your stomach?" said the dark man. "Look here," said the doctor, "you needn't worry about me saying anything. I won't say a word. And I'll come back and dress your wound again tomorrow, if you want me to. You should have it done." "I don't want you back," said Nick. "I've got a doctor. I only wanted you to come for a joke, see?" The doctor laughed heartily. "I think it's more of a joke on me than you realize." "You're nuts," said the dark man. He took the blindfold from his pocket. When the doctor had got his two coats and his hat on, he tied it over the doctor's eyes. "Let's go," said the gray man. "Good'by," said the doctor. "Let me know if you want me again." The dark man led the doctor along the hallway and down the stairs. The doctor heard a motor start below them. After he had got in the car a door opened and the car moved backward. The door shut. The dark man got in beside the doctor. The gray man sat on the other side of him. "It'll go hard with you if you blat," said the gray man. "Don't worry about that," said the doctor. He laughed quietly. "Shut up," said the dark man. "I'm sick of this joke." A few blocks from his home the blindfold was taken off the doctor and he was put out of the car. He called a taxi to take him on. When he reached his apartment building, he ran up the two flights of stairs. He didn't stop to take off his hat or overcoat. He only dropped his bag in the hall and went to the door of his wife's room and knocked loudly on it. "Helen," he said. "Helen." "What is it now?" she said without opening the door. "Darling," he said, "you must forgive me. It was a burglar." OneMan Apartment (Begin on page 33) in the accompanying illustrations, is an example of that good decoration which consists in planning and equipping a home to meet the special needs and personality of its owner. William R. Moore, A. I. D., Hon. F. I. I. B. D., whose work has charmed visitors to the Stran SteeHrwin house at the World's Fair this summer, was the decorator. 56 The Chicagoan <EC* Eye Spy Where Beauty and Health Are One By Polly Barker EYES of every shape and color, sparkling eyes and tired eyes, beautiful eyes and mediocre eyes, all sorts of eyes in all sorts of faces — and how many of them are as beautiful as they might be? Some are skillfully made up and some are lovely in themselves, but a greater number are marred by dullness, puffiness, lack of expression, or poorly applied make-up. However, more and more women are beginning to realize the importance of eye care as a beauty measure. Too much emphasis can not be placed on this, as the eyes are the most interesting part of the face. One well known manufacturer of cosmetics goes as far as saying that the eyes are responsible for ninety per cent, of facial expression. But please don't let this encourage you to plaster your eyelashes, lids and brows with a lot of heavy make-up unskillfully applied. Your time had much better be spent in treatment of the eyes themselves, trying to recapture the beauty of a clear, rested eye unmarred by wrinkles or circles around them. From the time they begin the day's activities until they close in sleep our eyes must serve our needs with never a moment's rest. They are ever busy and ever mis- treated. Whatever you may be doing, even "just sitting," your eyes are in use. Every one knows the simple rules pertaining to lighting when working or reading. If you don't follow them for health, follow them for beauty, for they are of equal benefit to both. When doing any close work over a period of time, remem ber to relax the eyes once in so often by focusing them on some distant object. This will greatly aid in relieving the strain. Of course any real eye defect calls for the care of a competent oculist, but you will be greatly repaid for any care you per sonally may give your eyes. Step right out and buy a good eye wash and an eye cup and, furthermore, promise yourself to use them at least once a day. I'm sure you cleanse your face that often, so why not extend to your eyes the same courtesy? When you clean your face at the end of a busy day, and see the dirt that has accumu lated, you will realize why washing your eyes is important. The eyes are exposed to just as much dirt as the face and it does them more damage. The eye washes not only remove the dirt, but are soothing and restful to tired eyes. Eye drops also may be used to clear and soothe. Please make a place in your beauty regime for the use of eye packs or eye pads. A grand time to work this in is while you relax in the tub. Many of the pads come all prepared. They have been treated with medicated herbs and only need to be dipped in hot water and placed over the eyes. They may be used several times before they are worn out. If you prefer, you may use absorbent cotton for the pads and dip them in your favorite eye lotion or a boric acid solution. Try placing the pads over your eyes as you recline in your bath and see how much better you will feel after fifteen minutes of com plete restfulness. 1 iny lines around the eyes and the larger frown lines are the things that detract most from your eyes and, naturally, are the hardest to combat. There are many lotions and creams designed to aid you in this struggle, all of them good if used regularly. You can't expect wrinkles to disappear after one application, but systematic use will be of great benefit. In massaging creams into the area around the eyes great care must be taken to use a light touch, as the muscles and even the skin of that section of the face are unusually sensitive. One of the seetiouhavealteiocakSVt And so it is . . new to this owner who characterizes hundreds of shrewd motor car buyers today . . . for they have learned that first quality exchanged cars can be purchased from Cadillac for the same and oftentimes less than new cheaper models. Cadillacs ... La Salles . . . Oldsmobiles . . . Pontiacs . . . exec utive owned and sample cars like those on display ... as well as a score of other popular makes . . . are available now at surprisingly low prices. You will find here a car for every need. SSHMSS 2258 S. MICHIGAN Branch Showrooms: UPTOWN 5201 BROADWAY SOUTH SHORE 2015 E. 7IST EVANSTON 1810 RIDGE AV. OAK PARK 820 MADISON BEFORE BUYING ANY CAR VISIT OUR SHOWROOMS: WE WILL TAKE YOUR CAR IN TRADE, ARRANGE TERMS— WHEN YOU BUY FROM CADILLAC YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GETTING October, 1934 57 58 oils is to be applied hot, which aids it in penetrating the skin. It is only necessary to pat this oil on gently and allow it to soak in of itself. Most of the anti-wrinkle preparations should be left on over night, but one of them may be used in addition during the day to give luster to the eyelids. In this way you may be using a corrective treatment all day. For a serious condition of puffiness under the eye, eye straps may be of use, but it is well to consider that this condition usually indicates that one's health is not of the best and therefore a physician had best be con sulted. Before applying make-up be sure your lashes and brows are in condition to receive it. You need two small brushes, one to clean and remove powder and one to apply make-up. Keep the eyebrows trim and neat, shaping them to conform with the bone structure beneath the brows themselves and the shape of the eyes. Strangely enough, the shape of the mouth has a lot to say about the shape of the brows. Remember that the very fine hair-line brow is not popular any more, so confine yourself to evening and shaping the eyebrows rather than a wholesale pluck ing. If you will pull each hair in the direction that it grows you will find the tweezing much easier on your nerves. One beauty salon has a preparation to desensitize the brows during the plucking. Eyelashes are apt to become rather dry from con tinued use of mascara, so it is wise to counteract this with the use of creams and oils at night. Many of these stimulate the growth as well. One of these preparations is a dark brown in color so may be used instead of mascara in the daytime. When applying make-up to the eyes remember that a moist look is the keynote and for the daytime, naturalness. Most eyes are improved with a little make-up during the day, but it must be skillfully applied with a deft touch. In the evening there seems to be no limit to the amount of eye make-up that may be applied, but this too must be done artistically to be attractive. Jr OR the daytime, eye shadow is worn very close to the lashes and blended out softly. Also, you may line or frame the eyes with eyebrow pencil, blending it into the lashes. In the evening the eye shadow may be darker and ex tend farther toward the eyebrows than in the daytime. A lot may be done in the way of molding and shaping the eyes with shadow. There is a light orange paste or cream to tone down the dark shadows next to the nose or the circles beneath the eyes. The placing of your rouge is very important to your eyes, and if you have dark circles, bring the rouge close to the eye, especially over the cheek bone. Shades of eye shadow should be chosen with reference to the shade of the eyes and the gown you may be wearing. Naturally, they should be more conserva tive in the day time. Iridescent eye shadow, or even gold and silver, are very effective for evening wear. Mascara is important to darken the lashes, as most of them are lighter at the tips and will appear longer when darkened. This too should be applied lightly so the lashes will not appear gummy and heavy. We can all have long luxurious eyelashes at the cost of a little time and expense, for many places apply artificial ones most effectively. Don't think that you have to stick to the old black and brown mascara if it doesn't suit you, for the newer blue and blue green shades do surprising things for lots of eyes. If you want to be very dashing for formal occasions, try silver or gold eye shadow with blue or green mascara and touch up the very tips of your eyelashes with silver or gold to match the eye shadow. If you want to attempt this, be sure your personality is also dashing. Thin eyebrows may be greatly improved with the use of eyebrow pencils or crayons. Mascara also may be used for this purpose. Beautiful eyes carefully made up are always attractive, so why not give yours the care they need so they always may retain that certain gleam? 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Actually, you may circle the globe in no more than 104 days (85 days if you ROUND <" WORLD $ 04 FIRSI CIRSS Go as you please . . . stopouer as you choose! cross America by train). Or you may take the full two years to which your ticket entitles you, traveling as freely, almost, as if you traveled on a private yacht. President Liners are big, smooth-riding liners, luxurious and gay . . . favorites with travelers everywhere. Your stateroom will be outside (every one is), large and airy . . . with deep-springed modern beds. Menus are excellent and varied by good things from all the 21 ports these liners touch, public rooms are ample, decks spacious . . . and every President Liner has an outdoor swimming pool. Your own travel agent, or any of our offices (New York, Boston, Washington, D. C, Toronto, Chicago, Cleveland, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco and Los Angeles) will be glad to tell you all about the President Liners, stopover costs and expenses for sidetrips. And they'll be happy to tell you too of other President Liner trips . . . between New York, Havana, Panama and California (and the reverse) and to the Orient and back — all with stopovers of your own choosing. DOLLAR Steamship Lines and mail Line October, 1934 59 Balfour McAVOY 615 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. GOWNS HATS WRAPS Lady Nicotine (Begin on page 21) throat occurs in people whose throats are sensitive to tobacco. Pharmacologists believe that these irrita' tions are due to a chemical substance called pyridine, rather than to the nicotine. The most important constituent of the tobacco from the standpoint of poisoning is, however, the nicotine itself The amount of nicotine present varies in cigarettes, cigars and other forms of tobacco. Some are mild and others are strong- Immediately beyond the lighted end of a cigar is a moist area The hot gases pass over this and volatilise the nicotine. The larger and hotter this area, the larger the amount of nicotine in the smoke. The cigarette has little moist area and a larger percentage of nicotine is destroyed. Damp tobacco yields more nicotine than that which is dry. With all of this the most serious question related to tobacco smoking is one which has developed in recent years. For some time it has been known that men occasionally suffer with a condition called scientifically thrombo' angiitis obliterans, endar teritis obliterans or Buerger's disease. The people who suffer with this condition are usually beyond middle age. They find on walking that they suffer severely with cramps in the legs, apparently due to the fact that the blood is not circulating properly in the limbs. It has been commonly thought that the disease affects more particularly Jewish, Chinese and Japanese people, but nowadays it has been reported in all races, although rather rarely among the colored race. In the typical case a man 30 or 40 years of age begins having pains in the soles of his feet or in the calves of his legs on walking. The pains are cramp' like and disappear after rest. Later the pains come on without exertion and may be associated with exposure to cold weather. The foot seems colder and darker on the side that is affected, contrasted with the side that is not affected. Usually the person who has this condition will state that he has been a heavy smoker for years. Practically all authorities are agreed that tobacco bears some relationship to the cause of this condition This does not mean that every person who smokes tobacco is likely to have this disease, because there are some people who smoke tremendous amounts of tobacco and who do not develop these symptoms. Formerly this disease was rare if not completely absent from women. More recently considerable numbers of cases of this type have been found among women coming to several of the large clinics of the United States. An explanation of the way in which tobacco may bring about this condition has just been made available by workers in the laboratory. The experiment5 showed that the smoking of tobacco produces in the great majority of normal people under certain conditions a change in the surface temperature of the arms and legs. Moreover, it has been shown that, with many persons, slowing or even complete stopping of the flow of blood will occur in the capillary blood vessels in the finger tips during the smoking of a cigarette. Investigators have continued their studies in this connection and have brought out some very interesting facts. They tested the effects of cigarettes on a number of confirmed smokers, using not only standard brands, but also special types of cigarettes without nicotine, mentholated cigarettes, and some made witn ashless filter paper. They also made special studies on certain people known to be especially sensitive to tobacco. The investigators are particularly inter ested in the reasons for excessive smoking. Obviously, if thc effects are unpleasant, one is less likely to smoke. They found that two elements are predominant in the desire for the next smoke, the first being the wish for the soothing, quieting effect- and the second a nervous desire to do something with one5 hands. The most immoderate smokers who use from 40 to ® cigarettes a day actually smoke less than half of each cigarette- indicating the nervous habit involved. It is interesting to realize that the investigators found no appreciable difference in the average effect between standard and denicotinized cigarettes. Neither was there any difference between mentholated cigarettes and those not mentholated. With all of the different brands there was a drop in the sut' 60 The Chicagoan iiiiiiililiir VfVQ Cuba/ But please, please Senor, mix that wonoerlul BACARDI Cocktail just like this: jigger of Bacardi Juice of half green lime /i bar-spoonful granu lated sugar Shake well in cracked ice Schenley Import Corp., Sole Agent in the United States for Com- l) a n i a Ron Bacardi, S. A. FOR THIS IS THE CUBAN WAY, the way that will give you the greatest delight. So please, PLEASE Sefior, do as we do in Cuba, and follow closely this recipe that has made the Bacardi Cocktail the smartest cocktail in the world. Viva! • In all the world there is noth ing else like Bacardi — a flavor, a delightful mellowness that no one has ever been able to copy, for the secrets of distilling Bacardi have been the property of a single family for over 70 years. Remem ber, every drop of genuine Bacardi has been fully aged in the wood — the youngest drop is always 4 years old at least! 'BACA'RD/ DE ' ||ACARDIyC,s .SANTIAGO ««C# v ., ...... face temperature at the tips of the fingers and toes, and, in most of the persons studied, a slowing and stopping of the blood flow of the small blood vessels at the tips of the fingers. Apparently the lack of symptoms noticed by experienced smokers under the usual conditions of smoking is not due so much to development of any kind of immunity to the poisons of tobacco smoke, but rather to some sort of control over rate and depth of the inhala tion which keeps poisonous effects at a low level. The work also seemed to show that nicotine is probably the most important of the toxic factors involved and that anything developed by the cigarette papers is not concerned. Thus women who smoke are going to have to weigh the advantages against the disadvantages of the indulgence. Per haps the temperament of femininity is unsuited to the strain of modern living. The average man, while playing a game of con tract bridge for considerable stakes or under conditions of severe competition, may relieve his nerves by an occasional cigarette. Women seem to smoke continuously, lighting one cigarette from another and occasionally smoking from 10 to 20 in an afternoon. In their studies of addiction to alcohol and to morphine, investigators find that the psychology of addiction is the most significant factor. A certain type of mind is required for the development of addiction. Frequently when the psychologic conflict is solved, or the stress released, the addiction disappears. The female type of mind is more likely to addiction than is that of the male. Any one can observe the change that has taken place in our national habits during the last twenty years. Once the adver tisements for cigarettes were not admitted to any of the leading periodicals. Today all of them, including many of the leading scientific publications of the country, carry such promotional material. Once all publications frowned on alcohol. Today many of the leading periodicals find the advertisements of alco holic liquors the chief source of advertising revenue. It is perhaps a mark of civilisation. The most civilised man is one who can take it or let it alone. The civilised man controls him self and his habits. Perhaps with the passing of time women will learn to develop a more civilised point of view in relation ship to their smoking. Rounding the World (Begin on page 31) the Cunard-White Star Line will follow an itinerary which will keep her below the equator for three months and eliminate the customary calls in Japan and China. Leaving New York on January 12, and from Los Angeles Jan uary 26 after passing through the Panama Canal, the cruise proceeds via Hawaii to the South Seas and Australia. Having vis ited India, the ship again heads southward and westward to the East coast of Africa, Madagascar, South Africa, and then con tinues the unusual route across the South Atlantic to Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro before returning to New York via the West Indies. This cruise should appeal to those who have already made the standard 'round the world jaunt as well as the first timers, there being but little duplication of itinerary. The trim, yacht-appearing Stella Polaris will also sail in January on an unusual cruise westbound which terminates in Europe. The itinerary as far as India is basically similar to that of the Franconia with the exception that Cali fornia, Hawaii, and Australia are not visited in favor of numer ous South Sea Island ports. Beyond India, the cruise enters the Mediterranean after an extensive program in Persia and calls at the customary places of interest between India and Egypt. The rhythm of exotic names such as Chinwangtao, Zamboanga, Padang Bay, and Pago Pago, fills my thoughts with vivid pictures of strange lands and customs on the other side of the earth. I have a mounting desire to have leis thrown around my neck and watch the Hula Hula dancers and surf riders of Honolulu; wel come the Cherry Blossoms of Japan in the spring; and walk for miles on the great wall of China. I want to buy some antique jade in Hong Kong; revel in the "Second Eden" of Bali; and drive through the jungles of Cambodia to the venerable ruins of Anghkor Wat and Anghkor Thorn. I want to ride on a camel A ^cA&ttJt&y IMPORTATION Copr. , 1934, Schenley Import Corp. October, 1934 61 A luxurious Betty Wales coat glorified with a deep collar and beautiful muff of fine, full-haired silver fox in a brilliant blue black tone rich with natural silver. A model that typifies Betty Wales' high standards of quality and workmanship. Shown in black. Shop. 172 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. — to see the Sphinx in Egypt; haggle with a turbaned Arab in a souk of Algiers; and see the dawn come up like thunder out of China across the bay from Singapore. I have seen enough of the commonplace in the civilised cities of this country and Europe where a difference in accent or language is practically the only indication that I am away from home. A complete change of scene from the every day routine of modern social and business life is more to my liking and the bisarre and mysterious Orient intrigues me with its unchanging customs which have varied but little since the beginning of history. Life is short, and I am sold on the idea of seeing this world before the next. Although there is much to be seen, far more than is possible by any one person even though he spend a life time in constant travel, I am looking forward to my preliminary survey on a trip around the world. Ballroom History (Begin on page 17) thirty-two cities in twenty-eight days, which would have been a hardship without the inspiration of this splendid music. Every man in the orchestra was a star at his own particular instrument. The French horn player, an African, had won medals of honor at the Conservatory of Music in London. Tyler (who, by the way, is now here in Chicago, playing first violin in Noble Sissle's orchestra) played such mar velous and ever-new obbligatoes, to the tune of Paloma (which Jim Europe had arranged a tango orchestration of) that we would completely forget our routine and dance languidly around, enthralled by this remarkable performance. The second half of our program was devoted to a dancing con test on the stage, in which a large part of the audience took part. The best dancers were generally good enough to make the final decision a difficult one, so we had to depend on Jim Europe's ability to change the tempo of the piece he was playing without an apparent pause. Without changing the tune, he would jump from one-step to waits-time, and in this way we were able to weed out the couples who did not at once perceive the change and swing easily into the new time. The winning dance couple in each city in which we played was brought to New York for a grand championship at the Madison Square Garden, where the competition was so hot and a decision so hard to reach that poor Europe's orchestra had to play without stopping for many hours. It was finally won by Salig Baruch and his wife, whom we were never able to make take one misstep, however often and violently we changed the rhythm. Perhaps I am not telling you enough of Jim Europe himself. He was an exceedingly intelligent fellow, with a profound knowledge of music. Not only did he conduct beautifully, but he composed some very fine pieces. He was tall rather heavy of build, and wore glasses. His was a very com' manding figure when he faced his men, and he used such dis cretion in the choice of his men that he soon supplied the dance music for all of the most fashionable parties in New York- Under his guidance, colored orchestras sprang into such favor as they have not enjoyed since his death. No wonder he is re' ferred to as the Paul Whiteman of his race. He would not employ a man who could not read music and he would not tolerate dissipation or irresponsibility. The importance of his leadership was not appreciated until after his passing. Without Europe to hold them together, they split up and were submerged in the great sea of colored musicians to be found all over the world. Noble Sissle is one of the exceptions. He learned much from Europe and capitalised on it, forming an excellent orches' tra which he booked with great success in Paris and London- Coming back to this country, about a year ago, he played most successfully, privately and publicly, in New York, Chicago, and even Richmond, Virginia (a great triumph for a colored of chestra) . It was Jim Europe who suggested the Fox Trot to us. For all I know, he invented it, and deserves all of the credit for this most popular dance of today. I cannot trace the origin of tb* name, but I do know that the tempo was the invention of hi5 ingenious musical mind. He played it, and we made our feet The Chicagoa*3 do what they could to it. Certainly no dance has enjoyed the popularity of the Fox Trot, and so far as I can see, it is here to stay. Another invention of Jim Europe's, was the Half and Half. He was aided in this by Ford Dabney. The tempo was some thing so new that it never became popular. Not only was it new, but a bit too complicated to be danced universally. It was a 5/4 tempo and received a great deal of notoriety because we danced it first at a very large and fashionable party given by the late Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish. Dabney, who afterwards made a name for himself on Zieg- feld's New York Roof, was a close friend of Europe's and they often came down to our Manhasset home, on Sunday, and played duets at the piano for hours at a time. We usually had several week-end guests staying with us and no matter how full a pro gram we had planned for Sunday, all bets were off when Europe and Dabney hove in sight. We would huddle around the piano, enchanted by some new dance number they were in the act of composing for us. The following are some of the numbers they wrote: Castle's Half and Half, Castle House Rag (termed "a trot and one-step"), The Castle Bay side Fox Trot, Castles in Europe (called "An Innovation Trot," whatever that means) and many others too numerous to mention. After the grotesque Texas Tommy and Grissly Bear there came the Hesitation Walts, an ugly dipping affair in which knees were heard to hit the floor in a way that made you shudder. I feel it must have contributed housemaid's knee to more than one limb. After that, in waltses, came the Lame Duck, a limping sort of motion that had little to recom mend it except the ease with which even bad dancers could master it. Followed the Boston (still speaking of the waits pro gram), which was a big improvement and should be revived. The Fox Trot broke out in 1914 and shut out all competi tion for a while. The press was filled with descriptions of how to do it; each new twist that anyone added to this particular tempo was broadcast in magasines and dailies, with pictures to guide you. Vernon and I had the proud privilege of writing three well-paid articles on it (with pictures, reproduced in color) for the Ladies' Home Journal. This was a great triumph, as Mr. Bok, the Editor, had screamed the loudest when the new dance erase first reared its ugly head. The Castle Walk followed the Fox Trot, and temporarily obliterated it. This was danced to one-step tempo, and anyone who could walk could do it. This proved a hardship, as it crowded the dance floor with people who should never have been told they could walk! The War was getting on in a big way by 1915 and pushing new dances off the front pages. Another handicap, or element, that had a slowing-up effect upon the lusty growth of the ballroom dances, was the tightening up of money everywhere. Though we were, as yet, comfortably on the outskirts, people were beginning to get panicky, everyone was urged to buy Liberty Loan bonds, and the news in the papers was pretty grim. So for several years the public just digested the new dances they had bolted down in 1913 and '14 and, to their credit, improved on the execution of them to a great extent. The Tango never got a toe-hold in this country, though it was played extensively and discussed widely. As an exhibition dance, it was much in demand, but there was something about it that the American temperament couldn't grasp or feel quite in sym pathy with. We are too impatient for anything that should be danced so slowly. It's a rhythm built around Latin tempera ment and tropical climes. Besides, it takes a class of "leading" that few American business men can attain. The Maxixe was too elaborate and required an elasticity and suppleness that no amateurs possess. And so America settled down to the Fox Trot and One Step (or their allies) until the Charleston came roaring up for a brief but very famous popularity. It could never quite become a universal step, as it was too violent and unsuitable to a crowded ballroom floor. There followed a num ber flamboyantly named the Black Bottom. This was a bit too much for even our fast moving and sophisticated times. With it went a smacking of the bottom (shall we frankly call it?) 'm oitmGnmomeufi On the Continent the demand has been established for cen turies and in the States there is an ever-increasing appre ciation for Compania Mata's rare vintages. More than a century ago these wines were produced in sunny Spain . . . the land of romance and wine . . from the world's finest vineyards at Jerez, Montilla, Malaga, San Lucar and Oporto. AMONTILLADOS "N. P. U." 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The War, a lack of partners, a general sobering influence that went with the anxiety of the times, women in munition factories, ambulance corps, and little dancing, except in rest camps to entertain the doughboys. Dancing was more or less standing still, kind of treading water. So far as the general public is concerned, it still is. One hears rumors of new dances having been introduced, like the Carioca, the Rhumba, Bolero, etc., but practically every one Fox Trots right through them. The one-step and waltz still have a big following, but the outstanding, typical characteristic American dance is the Fox Trot. Long may she wave! Professors and Politics (Begin on page 15) superior to his own. This, in most cases, he is too snobbish to do. 1 his is why a professor in politics is a phenomenon. But why is the notion of professors in politics unpleasant to such practical men as the editor of The Chicago Tribune and Senator Joe Mendel? Partly because they are vaguely conscious that professors are interested in theory and experiment, and because they genuinely if superstitiously be' lieve that theory and experiment are dangerous. Partly because they know as few professors as they know Chinese, and have the ignorant man's contempt for what and whom he does not know. But chiefly, I suppose, because they are aware that professors depend for their livelihood on an exact knowledge of facts, and "practical1'' men do best when facts are not widely known. How can you argue the efficiency of a school system out of existence, if the school board knows the facts about education? How can you get rid of taxation fairly imposed, if your tax commission has on it professors who have studied the subject? How can you propagandize to what end you wish, if there are men in official power who know the difference between a truth and a half 'truth, between an idea and a phrase, between a term and a definition? You can't. Now many editors, many politicians, and perhaps four average prosperous citizens out of five, depend for their continued existence in power and affluence on — not the aggressiveness of greed, no, no! — but on the conscious or unconscious employment of terms, phrases, and half 'truths, conceived without scrupulousness and presented without the support of evidence. Professors in politics, therefore, they are aware would threaten their con' tinued existence. Naturally, they defend themselves against the threat. Unfortunately for the professors, the insolence of the sneer is slowly driving them into politics. The ignorance behind it is what they are coming to feel they can no longer abide. In a democracy, such ignorance is dangerous. Unfortunately for the professors, for the quiet and peace and ordered intelligence of their daily lives they must abandon for combat. But fortunately for the democracy; at least, if democracy is worth preservation. One No-Trump? (Begin on page 19) shown him our Diamond power. 5th. I had, apparently, started to establish my Club suit. 6th. Eureka! I must be weak in Spades. He led a Spade, which was won by his partner with the Ace- Partner returned a low Spade and school was out. 1 am using this hand, not to prove bril' liancy on my part, but, rather, as an example of "timing"- Frankly, I was ashamed to think that I allowed myself to g# into such a mess. Certainly the final auction of three no-trump can be construed as nothing other than stupid bidding on my part. Strong bridge players are generally thoroughly in accord with the idea that no'trump should be worked into rather than out of. which means: Bid your suits when possible, and work into and end up in a nctrump contract should information gleaned from the bidding so warrant. 64 The Chicagoan KAY FRANCIS IS THE SULTRY RUSSIAN OPPOSITE LESLIE HOWARD'S BLOND BRITON IN THE CURRENT FILM, "BRITISH AGENT," RECOMMENDED ON PAGE 6 Sports (Begin on page 43) He hit a home run to tie the score, slammed another to win the game, and went back to church. The Chicago Tribune, in promoting the All-Star football game, also promoted the biggest traffic jam in Chicago's history. The most spectacular runs were along the outer drive, and were made by ticket holders trying to reach the stadium. This de partment feels somewhat foolish for having climbed off the band wagon and hedging concerning the chances of the amateurs, after bellowing for so many years about how a top notch college team could take a good pro outfit. Consequently, now that the all-stars had to be content with a tie simply because they didn't have any luck at crucial moments, the horn is being blown again. The Bears, if I may say so, did some fairly competent loafing. They were also shoved around and about. The dear old Tribune, as a matter of fact, did a fine job of promoting, as usual, but it does make my hair stand on end just a wee bit to have that smug sheet claim that the boost in advance sales of football tickets at various colleges hereabouts is due to interest engendered by the all-star game. My goodness, what about the New Deal? Casual comments on current condi tions: Only change in football rules you need to worry about is the one which now keeps a team from losing the ball on an incompleted forward pass over the enemy goal line, excepting on fourth down, of course . . . Minnesota tops the field in plac ing coaches in the Big Ten . . . Bierman is at his alma mater, Clark Shaughnessy is at Chicago, and Ossie Solem is at Iowa . . . Notre Dame followers are sittin1 on the fence till Layden has a chance to put his material through a test or two . . . Where's all that noise we used to hear from the Irish fans? . . . One bad season and the silence is deafening . . . The return Ross-McLarnin bout almost died of its own old age . . . Enthusi asm geared right up to the day of the fight — the first day . . . And how the papers had to keep pumping oxygen into that ilild as May MARLBORO ^dmer/'ca's Finest Cigarette Created by PHILIP MORRIS & CO. LTD. INC. NEW YORK October, 1934 65 PLEASE EVERY GUEST- OFFER ALL FIVE! 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Just a swell lot of ball players going through the motions . . . And going to waste . . . The Sox are taking money under false pretences . . ¦ Well, they have a fine park . . . Careful now, no clipping. The ref's looking ... If I can find a red head and a ticket I'll go see Iowa play Northwestern . . . Any offers? Falconer McLaughlin (Begin on page 25) amateurs, and then proceeded to steal all their players from amateur ranks. That was natural enough, since there was no other training ground. Amateur players held jobs in their home towns and played hockey to hold their jobs. Consequently it was all a hit or miss proposition. And despite the intensity of the rivalry in Canada, it remained for the invasion of the United States and a liberal application of business ideas and principles to put hockey on a basis with baseball and football as regards prepa ration and training. Perhaps the Major's ideas concerning discipline and training have had something to do with the reluctance of players to come to Chicago. Perhaps other features caused that. In many cases even minor league players preferred to remain in the sticks and take their own chances on being caught up by some other club, rather than to come to the Hawks. But regardless of the cause, it was a fact, and still is, that hockey stars prefer to do their body checking and stick handling elsewhere and for other bosses. McLaughlin started right out by getting into a snarl. The Black Hawks opened with a conglomeration of talent which included such characters — many of them now mythical — as Hugh Lehman (who later joined the managerial parade), George Hay, Bob Trapp, Dick Irvin, Rabbit Mc Veigh, Cully Wilson, Red McCusker, Duke Dutkowski, Art Townsend, Mickey McKay, Gordon Fraser, and Babe 'Dye, among others. Fraser was rough and tough. During a pre-season game Fraser drew the eye of the referee for his evil deeds and spent most of the time in the penalty box. That sort of thing irked the Major, who apparently hated to see a guy getting money for parking in the box, even if he was only trying to do what he considered his duty. So McLaughlin remarked to Muldoon, pointing to the penalty box where Fraser was enjoying the ac tion on the ice, that "apparently that's the best seat in the house." Well, the Black Hawks paraded onto the ice at the Coliseum on the night of November 17, 1926. In the grimy old build ing down on Wabash Avenue these commercialized athletes from Canada sped up and down through the fog of smoke be fore some 7,000 screaming people, who screamed at what they knew not, but they did know that here was a game after the American fashion. Everything but murder, and sometimes it looked like even that. Anyhow the Hawks defeated the St. Pats of Toronto, 4 to 1, and the assembled scribes from the lo cal journals, who didn't know stick handling from back check ing, wrote thereof and marveled. That was the National Hockey League's debut in Chicago. with Major McLaughlin beaming from a box near the Hawk bench. At that time there was another hockey club in Chi cago, the Cardinals of the American Association, then con sidered a minor league but by the grace of the National League moguls, who condescended to recognize their rivals to that ex tent. Up to the time of the Black Hawk opener, the Cardinals had been getting more of a play in the papers than the Hawks. Consequently it was not considered surprising when in the middle of December guerrilla warfare broke out between the leagues. Major McLaughlin as president of the Hawks par don me, owner — gave out a communication from President Calder of the NHL to the effect that the American Associa tion was an outlaw outfit and the working agreement between the leagues was thereby broken. And to prove that there was 66 The Chicagoan some reason for all this whereby the NHL could profit, the Cardinals, according to McLaughlin, had failed to pay for two of their players— Cyclone Wentworth and Teddy Graham. Practically immediately there was a report from London, Ontario, that Graham had been signed by the Hawks, Mul doon having bought his release from London after Calder had ruled that Graham had been illegally signed by the Cardinals. Calder also said that Wentworth hadn't been obtained through proper channels by the Cardinals and therefore still belonged to the Windsor, Ontario, team. Ed Livingstone, who held the Cardinal franchise in Chicago, admitted that neither player had cost anything, but he said, further, that payment hadn't been neces sary, as both were amateurs when signed by the Cardinals. He also said — and there must have been some justification in his stand — that neither McLaughlin nor Calder had any right to dictate to the Cardinals. Anyhow, on December 24, the Hawks claimed Wentworth and Graham, and so did the Cardinals. And a year later, on December 22, 1927, Livingstone filed suit in Federal court for $700,000, or some such fantastic sum, against McLaughlin and two associates. The case came bouncing up in court now and then. In 1930 two ex-Cardinal players testified that McLaughlin had offered them bonuses and higher salaries to break their contracts with Livingstone. Also in 1930 Judge Carpenter declared a mistrial in the case and discharged the jury, because McLaughlin had held a conversation with one of the jurors. Newspaper ac counts say that McLaughlin refused to divulge the nature of the conversation. The case has never been settled. .Late in 1928 to each sports desk in town came a copy of an architect's drawing of a mythical and splen did building, together with a big story about the Black Hawk's new ice palace to be built on the north side at a cost of $750,- 000, to seat 12,000 fans, and to be ready the following season. This was McLaughlin's dream, thoroughly impractical, but fortunately enough for the Major and for the team, the plans never went any further. Nor did it affect their rent. McLaughlin and his Hawks got into a scramble with the Stadium chiefs in 1932. The Stadium people were becoming decidedly interested in this major league hockey thing, but nothing could be done to persuade McLaughlin, who had ter ritorial rights in Chicago, to allow another franchise to be op erated here. There was a fuss about dates, each side claiming the other had violated agreements. Anyhow, late in July, Mc Laughlin signed a contract to return to the Coliseum. It was figured to be a bluff to force the Stadium to terms, but the Hawks went through with it and opened down on Wabash. Suit was filed in November, but a compromise was finally reached on November 30, after three weeks of secret negotiat ing. So the Hawks played their remaining twenty-one games at the Stadium, and McLaughlin protected his territorial rights. He says now that he will never allow another major league club to operate here. Now a lot of all this is natural enough in the course of sports promoting, but it does seem that in the case of Major McLaughlin's relations with the Black Hawks the way has been paved with an unusual number of large rocks. Or maybe they were small rocks blown up into large, pointed ones. An old manager once told me that McLaughlin had referred to hockey players as the "scum of the earth." Perhaps that has something to do with their reluctance to come to Chicago. Another of these "exes" along the line of battle once re marked that McLaughlin told him that he had become con nected with the Arlington Park race track and with hockey so that people would quit referring to him as "Irene Castle's hus band," and would, instead, mention her as "Major McLaugh lin's wife." So it does seem that the trail is marked with petty incidents ballooned into nasty comments and ill feeling. McLaughlin, in eight years, gave Chicago a championship team, but pro fessional athletes are funny that way, even in a game in which luck plays such a big part as it does in hockey. Players have their own records to think about, so the feeling is that they For Clamorous / Evenings hands must have B&ajbubus. • • MAXIM MANICURE 35c Including a hand massage and choice of 5 polish shades, or an electric manicure if you prefer. Soft beautiful hands are as important as a lovely gown. Our manicurist will make them look their best. Let your nails accent or contrast with your gown. THE DAVIS STORE BEAUTY SALON Third Floor — North CHICAGO'S )dl ^hiAdjcKy^cdix^ ADDR6SS There is a certain distinction in the very act of choosing a home at Hotel Ambassador or Ambassador East — the permanent residence of Chicago's social leaders — the accepted choice of visiting notables. Superlative ac commodations to meet the requirements of every guest, from hotel rooms and kitchen ettes to extensive suites. Rates Are Surprisingly Moderate 1300 NORTH STATE PARKWAY October, 1934 67 Distinctive CANOPIES Fine canopy work demands excellence in both materials and workmanship. Even more insistently, it calls for correct ness of design — for sound artistic sense in planning and execution. The experience and reputa tion of Carpenter in fine canvas work is your best as surance of complete satis faction. Rental canopies avail' able for weddings and special occasions. Ask for folder on "Fine Canopies." EST. 1840 GEO-B-GARFRfaR*eGL Craftsmen in Canvas 440 NORTH WELLS STREET Chicago SUPerior 9700 millie b. oppenheimer, inc announces an assortment of truly outstand ing fall and winter clothes. ambassador west 1300 north state are playing for themselves and not for the Major or for Chi cago. You can chalk it up to suit yourself. And how people hate to do business with him. As for statistics, Major McLaughlin is the son of the late W. F. McLaughlin, pioneer coffee merchant. He was a Harvard man of the Class of '01. He went to the Mexican border in 1917 with the old First Illinois Field Artil lery, and was a Major commanding the 333rd Machine Gun Battalion in the World War. McLaughlin has been prominent in Society and has been known as an intrepid polo player. Hockey is his favorite di version but polo remains his favorite sport. He was the mov ing spirit of the East- West polo series at Onwentsia, and is now subchairman of the U. S. Polo Association, with jurisdic tion over the Central States. On November 1, 1907, McLaughlin married Helen Kin- near Wylie, and filed suit for divorce in 1910. On November 29, 1923, he married Mrs. Irene Castle Tre- man, who has continued to be prominently in the papers be cause of her activities in connection with Orphans of the Storm, the publication of occasional magazine articles from her pen and consistent mention in the Society columns, fashion news and testimonial ads. So the man may be right and he might be wrong. Roll your own. Turf Reminiscences (Begin on page 27) all over the continent, but without suc cess. He probably vanned the horses about, first changing the colors and markings again, for months later Aknahton turned up as a bay, not fifty miles from Havre de Grace — at Pimlico. Barry is supposed to have master-minded the notorious Illinois ringing scandal, the substitution of Kalakaua for Bobby Dean. The horses were switched, an honest jockey in the saddle, and a huge sum wagered, but this time Lady Luck took a hand. The supposed Bobby Dean was away with an immense lead, but coming into the stretch the horse slipped in the bad going and nearly went down. He recovered and came in to show, paying enough for the gamblers to break even on their bets, but another great coup had nearly succeeded. Barry, under the name of Christie, was brought before the stewards and fined $100 for sending a horse to the post in poor condition, but they had no idea of the swindle perpetrated upon them. The true story did not leak out until Barry told it on himself about two years ago. Racing as a sport has received several black eyes from the Federal men in the past year, usually in cases involving doping or "hopping" horses. The humor, if any, in this situation is that the "G" men are only concerned with the narcotic angle, and gather no proofs of the frauds that they must witness. Most horsemen feel very strongly about doping horses, but are able to see the funny side of a ringing scandal. In a ringing scandal thieves trim other thieves. it usually being a case of bookmaker versus bookmaker, but in a doping case it is the animal that suffers. Every person interested in racing has seen, at some time or another, a horse that has been over-stimulated — seen the twitch ing, jerking, tremors wracking the poor animal's body, and had nasty thoughts about the man guilty of drugging the horse. I saw a gallant animal drop dead on a Maryland track from a bursted heart after winning a superb race, a victim of too much hop. That's why, all ethics disregarded for the moment, men like Paddie Barry become the highly publicized Robin Hoods of their profession. Outcasts though they be, they rely, not on drugs and stimulants, but upon their own skill and artistry in camouflaging a fast horse to look like a cheap selling plater. And their success — well, simply ask any big time bookmaker who Paddie Barry is. HERE'S A AIR ABOUT THE WlNDERMEF Ikes, an air of contentment and refc ment, a home-like atmosphere wh- you can relax after a busy day, a wbu the Fair, a day on the links, a canter J beautiful bridle paths in Jackson Park a dip in Lake Michigan— all within sic What a location — truly the grand address in Chicago. Visit the Windermere. Within its por: there's a home for you, accommodate to suit your individual needs at mode^ prices. Your out-of-town friends are a' cordially invited. Only 7 minutes m the Fair and 10 minutes from the h> HOTELS Hfindermere ^™ 56th Street at Jackson Park Telephone Fairfax 6000 ? Ward B. James, Managing Director Into b o'clocl g a y e t i e : steps the ox ford the shoe preferred by w0' women This one is of b'aC* crepe stitched and c^%7t tied with a wide »PC| ribbon bow. JH ALFRED* RUBY 76 E. Madison St. 68 The Chicago-* Shops About Town An Itemized Itinerary By Elizabeth Fraser SHOPPING days are here again. Did you know? Well, where've you been and did you have a nice time? Any way, now that the frost is on the pumpkin and the fod der's in the shock — or is it? — I, for one, and evidently everyone else for as many more, am going shopping. That is to say, I've gone, and been, and if you haven't you've still got quite a while before Christmas but what are you going to wear with what you wear in the meantime? I mean accessories. Which brings me down to the subject of my explorations and the topic of my discourse. Now, let's see — In the department stores, Marshall Field and Company's Matched Accessories section on the first floor is unique. It's a new assembly point where a staff of efficient young ladies will fit you out as you should be fitted with the proper accessories for your new suit or frock, and thus insure your chic appear ance. They will match its color and degree of formality with a hat, bag, belt, gloves, handkerchief, hose, costume jewelry, scarf ¦—even an umbrella. One evening accessory assemble, an exam ple of what can be done, includes a little shoulder cape of flut- tery ostrich and goose feathers in shades of leaf brown and russet, a cluster of silk roses in deep brown, satin evening sandals of the same shade with hose to match, and velvet gloves of a gorgeous russet color. The idea of the whole department is, of course, to complement the individual needs of a newly pur chased daytime or evening frock with harmonious accessories, and save you the trouble of running all about the store looking for them. In the belt department an interesting novelty is a "bouquet belt" for reviving that evening frock which you do not care to abandon just yet. These come in all the evening dress colors and although they appear to be made of crushed velvet they are stiffened inside so that they do not actually crush. They are finished with a bouquet of flowers in the same color as the belt or a contrasting color. In gloves there's an astounding variety of new fabrics and tex tures. For $5.50 at Field's you can obtain pig-skin gloves of the most exquisite softness and pliability, almost like velvet, in the popular cork shade and brown. Some slip on; others fasten with two wooden buttons. There are rich-looking velvets with jersey palms to insure their fit, finished with three ball buttons of chromium or gold metal, which sell for $2.95; gloves of metallic cloth to be worn with cocktail dresses, also for $2.95. The hit of the campus for the college girls will undoubtedly be the old-fashioned but absurdly modern wool knit mittens — yes, sir, mittens, with big roomy thumbs. The ones we saw were brown ornamented with a scattering of large bright yellow polka dots. These sell for $3.95 and are certainly front-page news of the glove counter. Grand for the foot-ball season. Attractive wide cuff-bracelets made of glass beads to finish off the end of a long sleeve are a fall novelty in costume jewelry. Mandel Brothers have a set of bracelets and rosette clips to match made of plaid ribbon in shades of red, tan and green edged and banded with large silver beads. The wristlets are $2.00 apiece, and the clips $1.00 each. Also in the costume jewelry section we saw an interesting wide flat choker of beads arranged in bands of bright yellow, black and red, finished in the front with a cluster of silver leaves and flowers. This sells for $2.00. Costume jewelry everywhere in the loop is gay, bright, original. It is both conspicuous and colorful, and you can find it at any price to suit your pocketbook. A quick turn through Mandel's enlarged Housewares De partment brought to light several new electrical appliances. Remember the dashing Gibson girls who used to stir up a Welsh rarebit in a chafing-dish heated by an alcohol lamp for her young man on Sunday evenings? Well, it seems we're in for a revival of this quaint old social custom. But, of course, today October, 1934 Since the 90's, Liederkranz and beer have been teaming together to make appetites happy. If you have never tried this combination, make its acquaint ance today. From the first bite and sip, there'll be a new star in your firmament of food — - Liederkranz, and beer! One of Borden's Fine Cheeses 69 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 ! \m TAV€Rn iiH iaiMLG«K<49 s | | Walton Place, east of Michigan ! ©mam OPEN STOCK • in new designs of merit chosen to give lasting satis faction. Nothing extreme or "faddy" which might be come tiresome, is included. Watson & Boaler INCORPORATED 722 North Michigan Avenue CHICAGO LEONARD ROSENQUIST Clothes for particular men — made uncommonly well 310 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE it's an electric chafing-dish, and it sells for $14.95. Better schedule one right now for your Christmas list. A practical little gadget was a set of three light metal grids to put under the ice trays in your electric refrigerator to keep them from sticking. These sell for $1.00 a set. A cookie modeler for making fancy-shaped tea-cookies in your own kitchen by filling a metal tube with cookie dough and pressing down a handle on the top which squeezes the dough out through a per forated disc in the shape of stars, or crescents or any one of six different shapes, costs but $1.00. This can also be used for turning out fancy butter patties, and cream cheese molds, for garnishes. A really exciting find of the month was at Saks-Fifth Avenue — Mary Chess's Scented Lacquer — a product for perfuming your clothing in a truly unique manner. Mary Chess makes mellow creams and subtly persuasive perfumes. The lacquer, in a variety of garden scents, comes in a jar with a little brush and you simply paint the inside of your dresser drawers with it, or your coat hangers, or any wooden surface which is not varnished. It comes in one-half pound and pound jars, the prices being $10 and $25 respectively. Another device for becoming one of those alluring whiffs of fragrance which turns everyone's head in your direction — not because it is conspicuous, but because of its subtlety — is to wear some of the enchanting new sandalwood costume jewelry which Chas. A. Stevens are showing. Our elders, when they went to balls and receptions, used to carry fans with sandalwood sticks. They kept their handkerchiefs and small accessories in sandal wood boxes, which accounted for a certain delicate fragrance which clung to them when they rustled through a room. But think now of sandalwood jewelry and its exciting possibilities. Ear-rings, for instance, small button ear-rings. What a per petual invitation for a stray kiss to be implanted in the neigh borhood of your ear. Necklaces consist of single strands of large ball beads made of genuine East Indian sandalwood joined with gold metal links. These sell for $12. Single strand brace- -lets are $7; double, $12.50. The ear-rings are only $1.00 a pair, and unusual sandalwood rings may be had for $2. 1 atman's, in the Italian Court Building on Michigan Avenue, are showing interesting new hors d'oeuvre dishes of white china in white tole and wire holders; large white china salad bowls, new highball glasses with a Greek key de sign in gold; a stunning double bunch of crystal grapes on a mirror plateau for a table decoration; Minton china in modern and classic-modern design. The Kalo Shop at 152 E. Ontario Street has a fascinating Russian bell for a country house entrance. It's really six bells hanging from the points of a six-sided plaque. It works like a pin-wheel. Give it a twirl, and the bells jangle tunefully in three different tones. $24 is the price. The Kalo Shop is known, of course, for its beautiful hand-made silver. One piece which especially took our fancy was a squatty little silver pitcher with a long curved black fiber handle projecting from one side — excellent for serving hot sauces, hot syrups, or drawn butter. Shouldn't be surprised if several fall brides were to receive one of these for a wedding gift this year. A small size sells for $15, a larger size for $24. A fascinating shop which has recently moved into the Palmer House is the Colonial Art company. Here is assembled an amazingly complete collection of the best color reproductions which can be obtained of all the old masters as well as the European modernists, the originals of which are hung in the European galleries and can be seen only there. You'll find lovely landscapes and portraits by Van Gogh, and all of the best work of Picasso, Cezanne, Franz Marc, as well as some of the lesser known artists such as Becker, and Wintz. The price of these reproductions is very moderate, and many people are beginning to discover that if they cannot afford an original painting by a master they can obtain a great measure of satisfac tion from a good reproduction. Mangel's, the florist in the Drake Hotel, has some large and distinctive Italian flower bowls. Filled with fall flowers, bitter sweet, yellow roses, vari-colored asters, they would make a stunning gift or centerpiece for the fall table. If you happen to be a very rich young man perusing this column, and the lady Gladys Ogilvie — of the Paris Hce — visiting in Chicago. HAIR IS ADING HIGH! exciting coiffures demand »ing highlights .... healthy Stringy, oily hair refuses to k high in latest Victorian mode. faded hair is ridiculous in new Geisha evening style. thow you without charge how to your hair right .... so it will right by you in any coiffure. 'nishing results from a single ap- 'tion of the preparation these wizards prescribe for YOU. 're the busy social season ahead, the Beauty Salon at andel Brothers— Saks Fifth Ave. Chas. A. Stevens & Co. °a>ly— 8:1S P.M.— Pop. Mat Sun. 2:15 !*» Reflect the Old-Time Spirit 50c75ei£5.5te75c$1 T. SUN. Mat. Sun.— 800 Seats 50c— f 200 seats 35c A'l Prices Include Gov. Tax) 1(J(X) Seats— All reserved ^hone Armitage 8080 for reservations 7 ACRES FREE PARKING he Main ways fcts s! Virtue triumphs at every show, aboard the Mississippi River SHOW BOAT >IXIANA '°ored in River — Diversey Pkwy. Bridge No. 2200 WEST '''cago's Only Real Novelty \ A.n old time River show boat — present- lng grand old Melo dramas in true show boat style. othing Like it in Chicago! easy to reach the show boat fi —Take No. 34 Bus— jy Motor via Diversey Boul. ) U 4 i a GEORGE OLSEN AND ETHEL SHUTTA, WHO IS MRS. OLSEN, ARE HEARD NIGHTLY AT THE COLLEGE INN, HOTEL SHERMAN of your heart is a very ultra-ultra person, try sending her a rare and exquisite pure white orchid to the tune of $7.50 from Mangel's. She'll melt on your shoulder^ or should, anyway. And then, if you do, and if she does, you'll be in a good mood to treat yourself to something new. So stroll into Von Lengerke and Antoine's some noon and ask to see their new hurricane pipes imported from London. They have little lids which keep the ashes from blowing about in a wind, and their own venti lating system, and cost $7.50. Very attractive. Also from England is a collection of new snakeskin ties, in natural shades and colors, very soft and pliable, and smart for sports wear. The price, $2.50. A Shipmate Watch of stainless steel, water proof, shockproof, unbreakable, its movement suspended by springs is a good thing to investigate either for your own use or as a gift for some yachting enthusiast. $25 will make it yours. Gaper's on East Chicago Avenue are as usual concocting more and more new delicacies to tempt your appetite and make informal entertaining easier. There's a deli cious Russian Cream Cake, consisting of three layers of sponge cake separated by layers of Bavarian cream flavored with rum. This rum-flavored cream is used as an icing, and the entire cake is garnished with shredded almonds and cherries. It sells for $1.50, serves eight, and is just the thing for a bridge tea. For a small Sunday evening gathering, try a casserole dish of spaghetti and lobster, or wonderful sweet-bread and mushroom cutlets with Tartar sauce which will be delivered to your door ready to serve. And for something exceedingly ornamental as well as good to eat, try Gaper's rolls in the shape of roses, at 40c a dozen. They're little masterpieces. If you need new linens step into Greenwald's Linen Shop, 619 N. Michigan Avenue, some day. Once you start to visualize your dinner table adorned with a stunning tea cloth of hand woven linen, hand hemstitched in squares with a Point Venice center and edge and a stunning monogram at one end, you'll either go out possessing it, or it will torment you until you do. $125 is not too high a price. Among the simpler things, there's a variety of luncheon and breakfast sets, one consisting of a runner, 8 plate doilies and 8 napkins of hemstitched linen, orna mented with a band of hand-embroidered bubbles in red, blue and yellow. It's gay and decorative and the price is $25. fTTTTVTT D. O. M. Denedictine La Grande Liqueur Francaise Unchanged since 1510 • Still bottled at Fecamp, France When your guests sip their after-dinner Benedictine they are linked, through your courtesy, to a gentle ritual of enjoyment four centuries old. There is only one Veritable Benedictine. The genuine is bot tled in France and is identified by the ecclesiastical initials D. O. 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And "You Ain't Been Living by Glen Gray and his outfit. DON'T LET YOUR LOVE GO WRONG— Brunswick. The Boswel sing this and "Why Don't You Practice What You Preach." LONELY CABIN— Brunswick. And "You Told Me But Half the Story." Don Redman and his orchestra turn out another honey. ANNIE'S COUSIN FANNIE— Brunswick. And "Judy." The Dorsey Broth ers record a couple of hot numbers. HAND IN HAND — Brunswick. And "Mauna Loa." Ambrose and his fine orchestra, of the Embassy Club, London, offer two lovely songs. JUNGLE FEVER— Brunswick. With "I Never Slept a Wink" on the back side. Glen Gray and his capable bunch play both. LOVE IN BLOOM— Brunswick. And "Straight from the Heart," both from "She Loves Me Not," and sung by Bing Crosby with Irving Aaronson's Commanders. ALL I DO IS DREAM OF YOU— Brunswick. From "Sadie McKee" and "Little Man, You've Had a Busy Day." Connie Boswell sings 'em. TABLES Dusk Till Dawn EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. The new Fall Frolics has just opened with Jack Powell, droll drummer, heading a grand floorshow. Ted Weems and his orchestra play. SILVER FOREST— The Drake. Superior 2200. Johnny Hamp and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Aber and Bradley 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. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The goodole Byfield Basement with George Olsen and his orchestra and his lovely blonde wife, Ethel Shutta. 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. Art Kassel and his "Kassels in the Air" orchestra and a new floorshow. 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 show headed by Armanda and Lita, sensational dancers, and Stan Meyers and his Morrison Hotel orchestra. Romo Vincent is still M. C. 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. The new Cocktail Loun * at SALLY'S Utterly Different Restful and Deligh * 4650 Sheridan Roa THE PICCANINNY BARBECUE For Jaded Appe BARBECUED CHICKEN — succulent tasty SPARE RIB S — crisp munchy BEEF. HAM and PORK wiches served on a w: bun All dipped in our famous PICCANINNY SAUCi Any one an answer to thini; different" to ««' So different- so good — and all you can et $1.10 is the anstf the grand rush fo SMORGASBOI at lunch and dinner I ION Rush Stre< Delaware 1 492 Our secret recipe — the : foods plus the finest served in a charmi": peaceful surrounding- LOLA WhI photography 900 Mich., No. at Del, lr Photographs of I*" 72 The Chica'" ^NNNNNNNNNN^t»»#x»A»x»x»iife V STYLES IN HOMES CHANGE.TOO D meet these desires, we at Hotel Larson have kept pace with the &de. Skilled interior decorators *d architects are ever creating ** arrangements that provide in surprising measure for your living "loyment. Even single rooms are dividual homes at Hotel Pearson. fld your address is an enviable *e— an address that is instantly Cognized and appreciated. J Kearson East Pearson Street PREPARE for an EVENTFUL SOCIAL SEASON MODERNIZE YOUR DANCING Parties are lots of fun — good friends good eats — good music. Dancing? Well, that's your own responsibility — whether °r not it is worthy of you, depends entirely upon yourself. Protect your partner from embarrass ment. Learn the latest steps (in private) from conscientious teachers especially trained in The Famous Arthur Murray Method of Ballroom Dancing Simple — Thorough — Inexpensive Providing a definite course of instruc tion suited to individual needs. Begin ners receive special attention. Visit the Studio .for a confidential analysis of your dancing without obligation ' Hours 10 A. M. to 9 P. M. Saturday 6 P. M. RELYEA STUDIOS 308 N. Michigan Are., DEArborn 0058 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. Morning — Noon — Night 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-So-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. 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. 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. 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. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. Well appointed dining room a~d 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 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 prices. 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. 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. 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. 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— ION Rush St. Delaware 1492. Originator of the justly famous Smorgasbord. Food in the atmosphere of Old Sweden. Cocktail hour at five o'clock. SALLY'S WAFFLE SHOP— 4650 Sheridan Road. Sunnyside 5685. One of the north side's institutions; grand place for after-a-night-of-it break fast. MRS. SHINTANI'S— 443 Rush. Delaware 8156. Interesting Japanese 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. 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. "I here are several famous specialties. CASA DE ALEX — 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. Fine foods and Spanish atmosphere. MONTE CRISTO— 645 St. Clair. Superior 2464. The beautifully deco rated Roman Room and the handsome Balbo Bar; where leisurely dining and wining may be enjoyed. 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. 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. only place on the south side serving smorgasbord. and dinner, and strictly home-cooking. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. 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. Midway 7809. The Breakfast, luncheon Swedish service and 0n iU 9UM ' ixJhere sophisticat ed women Look with javov on the C< \zJxjora ot; cz/ost own er Produced in Black or Brown Suede . . . Brown or Blue Kid $ f4 50 ~f. BTJoster kJ M,rtd </ (oompccnif 115 NORTH WABASH AVENUE a.n.cL in, £ V A N 5 TO N MRS. SHINTANI Has Brought Her Delicious JAPANESE ' ' S U K IYAK I " DINNERS To 743 Rush Street, and Extends Her Invitation to Inspect the New and Larger Dining Room. Luncheon 75c-$l.00 Dinner $1.00-1.25 I Mrs. Shintani 1 f 743 Rush Street Delaware 8156 & # Formerly 3725 Lake Park ^ eat atWAGTAYLES THE FOOD IS VERY GOOD THEY ARE OPEN ALL THE TIME: Loyola near Sheridan — opp. L Station Read Current Entertainment A concisely critical survey of the civil' ized interests of the Town on page 6 of this and every issue of THE CHICAGOAN October, 1934 73 Gin y^Jutstanditig 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 ;>••• ;^ - " n H ~ *; <w U i ¦1 I PI- » «j «. » Mil It i' If ¦¦ I 1 1 i IP ill I 1 I I ¦Dn "s jot ¦ ¦ v « f "yHl*i»* A Distinguished RESTAURANT HOTEL DELMONICO Park Avenue at 59th Street NEW YORK UNDER RELIANCE DIRECTION Old Stuff Chicago in Retrospect (Begin on page 46) Tim Murnane, a veteran, not to say an ancient, of the diamond when the American League began dis puting pre-eminence with the National League, turned com mentator after his retirement, and Gus Axelson, sporting edi tor of the Record-Herald, arranged to share Murnane's weekly letter with the Sunday Boston Globe. Tim, with long experi ence in the game and recollection of what had gone before, also kept up on current doings in both leagues, and his observations were interesting. But as a writer he was a good baseball player. Such things as grammar and spelling were not to be bothered with; the language was merely an instrument for Tim's picturesque ob servations, and he got his figures of speech all mixed up. The copyreader who wrestled with Tim's copy on Friday nights for the Green Sheet, the 4-page Sunday sporting supplement, had a journeyman's task. Tim used such expressions as "back- bighting," "ruiness pollicy," "wise," "que" (for cue), etc., etc. A sentence is typical: "The Senators are playing far beyond there propper speed and will come back to the anchor end of the chain as a result of lack of nerve to stand the gaff when the cards are breaking porely." In often adding letters to standard words, Tim's spelling- orthography without the ortho — was at least innocent of any intent to do violence to generally accepted words so as to make the new forms appear to deny their ancestry, their derivation— which cannot be said either of the movement initiated some years ago which Andy Carnegie espoused, nor of the recently instituted program of the Tribune. OOME newspaper publishers used to print slogans expressing their ideas, in brief, of the excellence of their papers. Some still do. The Daily 3\etus states that it is "An Independent Newspaper," the Tribune acknowledges that it is "The World's Greatest Newspaper," the T^ew Tor\ Times has "All the News That's Fit to Print" in juxtaposition to its mast head. And we ourself, as editor of a special-occasion paper in Durham, N. C., "The Durham Bulletin," had "None Genuine Without the Bull." The rock-ribbed Republican Inter Ocean, in the Nixon regime, carried a box to the right of its head: "The Only Paper That Dares to Print the News." As may be imagined, this was calculated to make other editors squirm. Somehow it didn't. They knew their Inter Ocean. George Ade was rash enough to paraphrase this, only orally, of course, with: "The Inter Ocean, the Only Paper That Dares to Print the Inter Ocean." The hO had a long career. Herman H. Kohlsaat obtained an interest in it in the early '90s, to satisfy a yearn that his successful string of bakery lunchrooms could not. As divided control proved irksome, he gave the Nixons the option of buy ing him out or selling to him. Rather to his surprise, they succeeded in the former, and he a little later satisfied his ambi tion by obtaining control of the Herald and the Times, both Democratic, and combining them into the Times-Herald, avow edly independent but with decided Republican leanings. The Inter Ocean pursued its staid way until Charles T Yerkes, unscrupulous traction magnate, who thought he needed an organ, took it over. The late William Lorimer became its proprietor subsequently. George W. Hinman ran it for some years. Its identity finally passed when the late James Keeley got control of it and the Record-Herald, the name Record also dying when Keeley named his combination the Herald. Riverview park, now closing its twenty ninth season, has ever enjoyed popularity as a West Side pleas ure ground. Its generously undulating roller-coaster and less breath-taking amusements have attracted youth, while the ample shade of its picnic grove has been rendezvous for many an old settlers' party. 74 The ChicagoaU STEICHEN Dining Saloon S. S. Lurline — Photograph taken enroute to Hawaii. Booklets full of ideas free at your travel agency, or All the good things of life are on their native soil in Hawaii. You sample them in generous measure on Matson-Oceanic liners — palatial new ships inspired by the Islands they serve. At your command a whole cargo of clever devices for your entertainment and comfort. Your only duty. . . go anywhere and do anything . . .whenever you wish. Sounds like a millionaire's idea of a vacation . . . and is. But all the happy people sailing to Hawaii are not millionaires. Just people who know where to get the most for their time and money. It's only a 5-day sail to the Islands from California. The inspiration of these magic regions invite you to continue through the South Seas. Only 15 days to New Zealand from California. To Australia ... only 18! Via Hawaii, Samoa, Fiji. At modest fares. 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