November, 1934 ^a Price 25 Cents Ike CUICAGOAN Pilgrimage to Germany— By Milton S. Mayer The Post -Fair Period— By Arthur Meeker, Jr. New York invites you! And when you come, do repair the ravages of travel at the Richard Hudnut Shop and Salon. 693 Fifth Avenue DU BARRY BEAUTY PREPARATIONS To the fair . . . lo the glamorous, Richard Hudnut dedicates his Du Barry Beauty Preparations and the Du Barry Hand Principle Treatments. Smart mod erns are in love with the natural radiance, the really luminous skin beauty discovered in these salon-perfected creams and lotions. Men are charmed with the feminine type of beauty they give. The Du Barry beauty habit lifts years, worry, late hours like a mask from your face. No boredom, no extravagance, no lost motion in this Bu Barry principle. A few rhythmic motions of your hands — a simplified number of preparations. I earn them. Apply them at your own dressing table. &Ui%J^ Created by RICHARD HUDNUT New York • Paris ft Sold by the Finer Shops Everywhere DRY SKIN TREATMENT Du Barry Special Cleansing Cream 1.00, 1.50, 2.50, 4.50 l)u Barry Skin Tonic and Freshener 1.00, 1.75, 3.50 Du Barry Muscle Oil 100, 1.50, 2.50 Du Barry Special Skin Food 150, 2.50 OILY SKIN TREATMENT 1.00, 1.50, 2.50, 4.50 1.00, 1.75,3.50 3 Du Barry Tissue Cream 1.50, 2.50 Du Barry Special Astringent 1.50, 2.50 Du Barry Special Cleansing Cream Du Barry Skin Tonic and Freshenei IT'S A G RAN D GAM E Almost as exciting as matching wits ... this game of matching accessories. Your first move is to visit Field's new gallery of "Matched Accessories" on the first floor. Your second: to heighten your costume with the chic of striking accents orsubtle accompaniments. Your third is to step forth to conquer the 'king row" (stag line to you) with your devastating charm. Mainbocher dress (Fashion Center), $49.75 High hat adapted from Maria Guy, $16.75 Pearls (terribly smart right now) New bag of softest black suede . White doeskin', 8-button slipons . "Ribbon" bracelet in dull metal . Suede vanity,- cigarette case,- each $15 $8.50 $4.75 . $2 . $5 ''Matched Accessories" First Floor MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY November, 1934 3 a chnstmas suggestion W S the holidays approach, The Chicagoan modestly brings forth the suggestion that nothing could be more appropriate or welcome as a Christmas gift to friends of discrimination and taste than a subscription to this magazine. Taste in fiction and other kinds of magazines may vary sharply, but in Chicago and its suburbs, The Chicagoan is a welcome visitor to every home of the alert. Effective November 1 and in force until January 1, 1935, The Chicagoan will accept gift subscriptions on the fol lowing basis: One Subscription $2.00 Two Subscriptions $3.50 Three Subscriptions $5.00 Subscriptions in excess of three $1.25 each. These orders can be mailed to the office of The Chi cagoan, 407 South Dearborn Street direct or placed through the better book stores or newsdealers. This ad vertisement is authority to your dealer to accept subscrip tions at these prices. Editorially, The Chicagoan will offer features during 1935 which will make every issue sparkle. It will be pro fusely illustrated with the product of the town's expert photographers and leading artists. Subscriptions should reach the office by the fifteenth of the preceding month to insure starting with the issue of the following month. THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver. Editor: E. S. Clifford. General Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company. Martin QuiGi.Ey, President, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago, 111. Haf rison 0035. Hiram G. Schuster, Advertising Manager. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson-Reilly, Bendix Building, Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Fran' Cisco. U. S. subscription, $2.00 annually; Canada and Foreign, $3.00; single copy 25c. Vol. XV, No. 3, November, 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. CONTENTS for I lovemoer Page 9 EDITORIAL COMMENT 1 1 CHICAGOANA 15 PILGRIMAGE TO GERMANY, by Milton S. Mayer 16 CARICATURES, by Ben Schafer 17 THE POST-FAIR PERIOD, by Arthur Meeker, Jr. 19 FATHOMER'S HOLIDAY, by W. Boyd Saxon 21 OCTOBER 30, by Milton S. Mayer 23 POLICY, by Jack McDonald 25 SPORTS, by Kenneth D. Fry 27 MUSIC, by Karleton Hackett 28 STAGE, by William C. Boyden 31 MANSIONS IN MINIATURE, by Kathryn E. Ritchie 32 FASHION, by The Chicagoenne 34 CONTRACT BRIDGE, by E. M. Lagron 35 THE CASUAL CAMERA, by A. George Miller 40 BOOKS, by Marjorie Kaye 45 BEAUTY, by Polly Barker 47 SHOPS, by Elizabeth Fraser 59 TRAVEL, by Carl J. Ross 53 OLD STUFF, by Alexis J. Colman 66 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Donald C. Plant SANDOR DESIGNS AN ESCUTCHEON FOR THE CURRENTLY CONSPICUOUS DONALD RICHBERG ^^ZiM-zr^wmii J. he serenity ol the hostess accounts lor the success ol many a party. Olten, Daggett & Ramsdell beauty aids contribute largely to that nappy state ol mind. J or it s easy to be serene when you know your skin is looking its satiny best. And easy to keep it tnat way with the simple Daggett & Ramsdell make-up formula. You'll find these four elements of the Daggett & Ramsdell formula at Field's : Perfect Protective Cream, Perfect Rouge, in either Perfect Face Powder of Perfect Lipstick, with a the secret of lasting make-up. cream or cake form. Choose lovely, clinging texture. It soothing cold cream base. In Naturelle, Rachel, and it in Light, JMedium, or comes in five decidedly In shades for blondes, bru- Brunette tones, priced 75c Raspberry shades ... $1 flattering shades .... $1 nettes and redheads . . $1 First Floor, Norm, /State — Also in our Evanston ana Oak Park Stores MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY November, 1934 STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays unless otherwise indicated.) Musical ZIEGFELD FOLLIES OF 1934 — Grand Opera House, I 19 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. Closing November 3. AS THOUSANDS CHEER— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. ' Central 8240. Clifton Webb, Ethel Waters, Helen Broderick and Dorothy Stone. The great show you've been wanting to see. Opening No vember 5. RUN, LITTLE CHILLUN— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Negro musical show about which we can't seem to learn much. Probably some good tap dancing and some bum gags. DIE FLEDERMAUS— Civic Opera House, 20 N. Wacker. Franklin 9810. An operetta in German, on November 4, only one performance. Drama SHOWBOAT DIXIANA— North branch, Chicago River, at Diversey Park way. "The Fatal Wedding" is being played at the moment, and much fun, too. THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. All about that early American custom called bundling, or sparkin' in bed. Ann Pennington heads the cast. Playgoers, Inc., presents. MUSIC CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA— Orchestra Hall, 216 S. Michigan. Harrison 0362. Frederick Stock conducting. The season, having started Oct. 18, includes twenty-eight Thursday evenings, twenty-eight Friday afternoons and twelve Tuesday afternoons. "Pop" concerts on Saturday evenings. FOUR SAINTS IN THREE ACTS— Auditorium, 431 S. Wabash. Harrison 6554. The Gertrude Stein-Virgil Thompson opera with complete New York cast. Evenings, Nov. 7, 8, 9, 10; matinee, Nov. 10. CINEMA THE BARRETTS OF WIMPOLE STREET— If you've been stratosphering o- bell-diving you may not know by now that Charles Laughton, Fredric March and Norma Shearer have excelled themselves individually and collectively in this altogether mandatory cinema experience. (See it at once.) CLEOPATRA— Claudette Colbert and Cecil B. DeMille show you what the Egyptian enchantress should have looked like and done and why, whether she did or not, and eyefully and artfully and wholly. (Surely.) CHAINED — Clark Gable and Joan Crawford together again, as adver tised, if not exactly chained, as advertised, and why wouldn't that be a good idea? (Think nothing of it.) HIDE OUT — Robert Montgomery and a pleasant group of plain folk entertain mightily in a homespun story agreeably on the sweetish side. (Go.) MADAME DU BARRY— Dolores Del Rio, in her turn, dons the foolproof role and enacts the undestroyable story. (Yes.) YOU BELONG TO ME — Lee Tracy and Helen Morgan get as far away from their own business as possible and it's all too bad. (No.) THE GIRL FROM MISSOURI— The much censored and censured and deleted and delayed shocker fizzles damply and dies young. (Never.) LADIES SHOULD LISTEN — Cary Grant and Frances Drake make merry with Edward Everett Horton and a smattering of smart dialogue kled over a light little tight little nothing at all. (Might as well.) THE LAST GENTLEMAN — There is, and probably always will be, but one George Arliss, and this is his picture, and that is all that ought to be necessary. (Attend.) DEATH ON THE DIAMOND— A baseball murder mystery with more than a little kick in it and an amazing lot of coincidence. (Surely.) LECTURES MAN DEL HALL— The University of Chicago, Ave., Gertrude Stein, making her first appeara in thirty-five years, November 27. Richard American Ambassador to Italy, December 5. the Student Lecture Service. THORNE HALL— Northwestern University, McKin St. and Lake Shore Drive. "Streamlines in Morley, November 8. "Personal Experiences in burn Child, November 27. "Brains vs. Bullets," 57th St. and University nee in the United States Washburn Child, former Under the auspices of lock Campus, E. Superior Literature," Christopher Europe," Richard Wash- J. Edgar Hoover of the Federal Department of Justice and Leonarde Keeler of Northwestern University Crime Detection Laboratory. JAMES SIMPSON THEATRE— Field Museum of Natural History. "The Human Adventure," talking picture sketching man's rise from savagery to civilization, November 3. "Islands of the Pacific," H. C. Ostrander, November 10. "Life on the Ocean Bottom and Wonders of the Plant World," Arthur C. Pillsbury, November 17. "The Conquest of Everest," Air Commodore P. F. M. Fellowes, of London, November 27. Saturdays at 3 P.M. FULLERTON HALL — The Art Institute. "From Impressionism to Cubism," Mme. Marie de Mare of New York, November 6. "Recent Architec tural Sculpture in Europe," Professor Walter B. Agard of the University of Wisconsin, November 13. "The Shrines of Olympia and Delphi," Florence A. Stone, formerly of the American School of Classical Studies, Athens, November 20. "Epochs in American Art," Clyde H. Burroughs, Secretary of the Detroit Inst'tute of Arts, November 27. SPORTS Big Ten and Notre Dame Football NOVEMBER 3 — Purdue at Chicago; Wisconsin at Northwestern; Army at Illinois; Iowa at Indiana; Michigan at Wisconsin; Ohio State at West ern Reserve; Notre Dame at Pittsburgh. NOVEMBER 10— Illinois at Northwestern; Chicago at Ohio State; Wis consin at Michigan; Indiana at Minnesota; Purdue at Iowa; Notre Dame vs. Navy at Cleveland. NOVEMBER 17 — Chicago at Minnesota; Notre Dame at Northwestern; Illinois at Wisconsin; Maryland at Indiana; Michigan at Ohio State; Purdue at Fordham. NOVEMBER 24 — Illinois at Chicago; Northwestern at Michigan; Minne sota at Wisconsin; Indiana at Purdue; Iowa at Ohio State; Notre Dame vs. Army at New York. (Windup of Western Conference season.) Professional Football NOVEMBER 4— Bears vs. New York at Wrigley Field. Nov. I I— Cardinals vs. Detroit at Wrigley Field. Nov. 18 — Cardinals vs. Green Bay at Wrigley Field. Nov. 25 — Bears vs. Cardinals at Wrigley Field. Nov. 29 — Cardinals vs. Green Bay at Wrigley Field (Morning game). Dec. 2 — Bears vs. Detroit at Wrigley Field. National League Hockey NOVEMBER 18— Black Hawks vs. Toronto Maple Leafs at Chicago Stadium. Nov. 22 — Black Hawks vs. St. Louis at Chicago Stadium. Nov. 25 — Black Hawks vs. Boston Bruins at Chicago Stadium. Dec. 2 — Black Hawks vs. New York Americans at Chicago Stadium. Amateur Hockey League NOVEMBER 20 — Chicago vs. Detroit; followed by games on the afternoon of the 25th, evenings 27th, 29th. The Stadium Ice Club opens No vember 4. Bicycle Racing SIX DAY BICYCLE RACE— Coliseum, 1513 S. Wabash. through November 16. November I I OFF THE RECORD TALKIN' TO MYSELF— Brunswick. From "Gift of Gab." Leo Reisman and his grand outfit play that and "Lost in a Fog" on the other side. IN THE QUIET OF THE AUTUMN NIGHT— Brunswick. And "Isn't It a Shame?" both by Freddy Martin and his orchestra. I COULDN'T BE MEAN TO YOU— Brunswick. Anson Weeks and his Orchestra. Reverse: "How Can You Face Me?" played by Glen Gray and the Casa Loma Orchestra. I'M JUST THAT WAY— Columbia. Henry King and his Orchestra (now playing in the Joseph Urban Room). Reverse: "You're a Builder- Upper" from "Life Begins at 8:40" by the same band. POP! GOES YOUR HEART— Brunswick. From "Happiness Ahead" and played by Abe Lyman and his California Orchestra. Reverse: "I'm in Love" by the Lyman outfit. HAVE A LITTLE DREAM ON ME— Brunswick. And "What About Me?" Anson Weeks and his California Orchestra play both. IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF FRIENDS-i-Columbia. Reverse: "Take My Word." Benny Goodman and his Music Hall Orchestra do both. LOVE IN BLOOM— Brunswick. From "She Loves Me Not." Phil Ohman and^ Victor Arden, piano duet, play it and "I Only Have Eyes for You" on the backside. DRUNKARD SONG— Victor. And "Lost in a Fog." Rudy Vallee and his Connecticut Yankees play both numbers. WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE— Brunswick. And "Let's Pretend There's a Moon." The late Russ Columbo sings both, with Jimmie Grier and his Orchestra. ON, WISCONSIN— Brunswick. And "West Point Football Songs Medley- are seasonal tunes by the Goldman Band and the U. S. Military Band. (Continued on page 69) 6 The Chicagoan Our famous Molinelle perfumes enter the new season accompanied by a notable collection of British leather luxuries. Unique in character and style, they cannot and will not become commonplace. Beside the bottle of Molinelle ... a handbag with matching pull-on gloves marvelously tailored of the mysterious Wear-Clean Suede that really wears clean. At fine shops throughout the country. C.W.DAVENPORT .JH mwatlet 7 u PHILADELPHIA LONDON VIENNA 366 Fifth Avenue, New York November, 1934 7 8 HALF OF ALL THE FINE CAHS SOLD ALONG THE NORTH SHORE THMS YEAH HAVE BEEN A ccording to an analysis of the new car registrations for il the first nine months, furnished by R. L. Polk & Com pany, half of the fine cars purchased by residents of the North Shore suburbs from Evanston to Fort Sheridan have been Packards. The remaining 50% was divided between three other makes in the Packard price class. That is an important fact, we believe, because North Shore families are a distinguished and discerning class of buyers. In addition, competition in the fine car field has never been as keen as it has been in recent years. Factories have striven as never before to improve their cars mechanically, but we be lieve that Packard has improved its cars most of all. And resi dents of the North Shore suburbs evidently believe so too. The difference between a Packard and the next best fine car became more pronounced than ever before with the appearance of the new Packard for 1935. That statement is open to chal lenge, of course, and we would like to have you challenge it- You are cordially invited to get in touch with the nearest Packard branch or dealer so that you can ride in and drive a new Packard. We confidently believe that you will exclaim as you relinquish the wheel, "What a car!" PACKARD MOTOR CAR C O M P A N * OF CHICAGO Consult the Packard listing in your telephone direc tory for the address of the nearest branch or dealer The ChicagoaH (bat tonal ONE does not sit long at table or cigars with native Chicagoans of ripe years without learning in pic turesque detail the proud saga of Captain Billy Pinkerton. His feats of criminal detection and capture may or may not be the beneficiary of perspective ; his memory endures as a shining symbol of mid-American justice in action. And now comes one Melvin H. Purvis into the limelight of after-dinner conversation and mature deliberation as proof that the climate which produced the great Pinkerton has not changed. Little enough is known of this extremely efficient young officer. The newspapers prefer to press-agent the other kind of gunman. But his biography is being written in unmistakable terms between the lines of death notices that make Page One. That is as it should be. Neither did Cap tain Billy advertise himself, but he advertised Chicago to the banditti of his time as an extremely undesirable zone of operations. A toast to his successor. TQ ERHAPS it is not amiss to explain the appearance in * this issue of two articles by Milton S. Mayer written some ten thousand miles apart. The time having come to turn from World's Fairs to world affairs, the reportorial instinct that is the breath of life to him forbade that he leave unfinished his assignment on the lakefront. Conse quently, he delayed his departure to complete the striking manuscript subtly titled October 30, arriving in Berlin with scant leisure to look thrice about him before trans mitting the first report of his German Pilgrimage. Thus the life of a writing man. And if there be question as to the qualification of an article on the European scene for publication in a maga zine designed and edited for Chicago and Chicagoans, let it be known that Mr. Mayer's writings for this periodical over the past three years have won him the largest reader following enjoyed by any contributor in its history. For these, evidently, he could write on any subject under the sun and satisfy. And as far as we're concerned, any article he ever wrote about anything is qualified for publication in any paper anywhere at any time. TN accordance with custom, the December issue of this * magazine will be devoted in large part to earnest and comprehensive treatment of Christmas. Especially will its staff explore the question of what to give and where to get it. Artist Curtis will open the ceremonies with a cover design in the spirit of the occasion, Casual Cameraman Miller will train his eloquent lens upon the whole length and breadth of the subject, and no doubt every writer and artist in the issue will add to the general fund of informa tion. Do your Christmas shopping early, of course, but not too early to take advantage of this service. among the features for aecemoer CONSENT DECREE By William C. Boyden A Chicago Short Story Letting Light In Upon Certain Not Universally Understood Impulses NOTEWORTHY CHICAGOANS By Joseph P. Pollard The Annual Celebration of Events that Could Happen in No Other City in the Modern World PEOPLE AND THINGS By William R. Weaver A First Hand Report On People and Conditions And How They Set That Way and Get Over It CONTRACT BRIDGE By E. M. Lagron The Third in a Series of Articles on the Game Everybody Plays or Did or Will or Flees From CODE IMPORTANT INSURANCE AGAINST THE FUTURE Our standard bottled-in-bond (as distin guished from pre-prohibition) slocks of famous old whiskies will soon be avail able, including such favorites as Old Toy lor, Old Grand Dad, Blue Grass, Old. McBrayer, Black Gold, Bourbon d>> Luxe, Sunny Brook, Mount Vernon, Old Ripy, Bond & Lillard and Boone's Knoll. As a safeguard of quality and adequacy of supply in future we are selecting and retiring for aging between 25,000.000 and 30,000,000 gallons from this year's distillations. 1 lie last roundup irom our pre-prohibition casks . all 16 to IS years old. . And it won't be long before they're just a memory SOME time ago we announced in this magazine that we still had a limited stock of pre-prohibition Old Grand Dad and Old Taylor (16 to 18 years old) in our bonded warehouses at Louisville. And we urged people to hurry if they wanted some. Whiskey so rare as this is really "occasion" whiskey — not for the everyday cocktail or highball, but for the unusual occasion Apparently people did want some, and hurried. We haven't a bottle of either left — though we understand you can still find a case or so, here and there, in the hands of far-sighted dealers. The point is this: We gave you the facts then and we give them to you now. The eight marvelous old pre-prohibition whiskies pio THIS EMBLEM AMERICAN MEDICINAL SPIRITS CO. NEW YORK tured and named in this advertisement are just about gone too. In fact we very much doubt if they'll last till Christmas. And in some parts of the country dealer? will unquestionably be completely sold out long before then. So, again, we sincerely urge you to act quickly i» you want to lay by a case or so for special occasions. Long before prohibition, these famous whiskies were regarded by connoisseurs as the very choicest in the land — aristocrats, every one of them. Today, mellowed and sweetened 16 to 18 years in charred oak, they are collectors' items of the tastiest and ripest order. There'll come times when you want and require something of this exclusive sort — why not anticipate those occa sions before it's too late and buy today against the future? PROTECTS YOU CHICAGO • LOUISVILLE SAN FRANCISCO 10 The Chicago.^ THE first year of Repeal has rolled around, and thundermugs were not raised so high after all. Drinking America is taking its spirituous liquors sanely. As Repealists predicted, everyone who had enjoyed good liquor before Prohi' bition returned to the old habits in the mat ter of appreciation of good liquor as soon as good liquor was again available. Prohi bition imbibers, used to almost anything during the dry era, didn't take long to ac quire an appreciation of good liquor. And the Chicago Tribune has just come out and put its okay on Repeal and the methods of distribution of liquor; and they'll accept liquor advertisements! The Tribune had held off till they could see how the drinking public took its legalized liquor, what sort of marks it received in deport ment. But now they approve, and it couldn't have been any commercial desire — such as a year of longing looks at liquor advertisements in other publications might naturally arouse — that made them take the plunge. Anyway, Repeal is pretty much of a suc cess (excessive bootlegging because of too high taxation notwithstanding — that'll be remedied in time) even if the Tribune does say so. LIQUEUR We made a call on the recent Wine, Liquor and Beer World's Fair at the Hotel Sherman. There were many unique ex hibits, including a Kentucky moonshiner's still and a complete modern distilling plant in operation. And there was the replica of the cloister cellar of a famous old monastery at Cisto, France, with two of the Cistercian monks in picturesque robes and cowls brew ing a rare liqueur by a secret formula known only to the members of that order. The drink, known as Mountain Cloister Liqueur, was discovered by Brother Theo- dosius of the Cisto Order in the year 1620, and the formula, ever zealously guarded, has been passed by word of mouth from one generation of monks to another down through the centuries. The rare herbs and roots which are used in making this liqueur are gathered on the mountain slopes near the French monastery by the monks of Cisto and shipped in sealed packages to the two Cistercian Brothers who make the liqueur right here in Town, at 1823 Prairie Avenue, for distribution in this country. The Cistercians, by the way, are an off shoot of the Benedictines, ?o it is not sur prising that they would know a bit about brewing a fine liqueur. DC A /~* /""N K | One of our opera- L/L/xv-. V-XlN tives, comfortably settled within the Lindbergh Beacon some six hundred feet above a lake that seemed directly below, got the story of the Big Light atop the Palmolive Building from one of the tenders. It's an amazing lamp — that's the term tender Laman Johnson casu ally used for the 2,000,000,000 candlepower beacon. And after all, it is a lamp. It was donated by Elmer Sperry, the gyroscope man, who died before seeing its beam, and costs $12,000 a year to operate. The beacon comprises two lamps really, a five foot arc lamp which rotates twice a minute and a thirty-six inch direction lamp which uses a 3,000 watt bulb. Still the world's largest, this assembly surmounts a seventy-five foot steel and aluminum tower. Inside this, and rising to within fifteen feet of the top, is the world's smallest passenger elevator. It's thirty inches square — smaller than a telephone booth; and it is an exclu sive booth at that, housing a 'phone just in case of emergencies. Below the tower is the room where the two operators stay between trips to the top; it's well equipped with a lathe and other machinery for making parts and repairs. They have some $3,000 worth of parts on hand all the time. The spark jumping between two carbons set one-half inch apart in the beacon pro duces a heat of 5,500 degrees Centigrade — only 500 degrees lower than the face of the sun. This spark, concentrated in the sixty inch mirror, projects a beam of light visible 250 miles from an altitude of 3,000 feet; and anybody 43,000 feet up would be liable to see the beam some 500 hundred miles from Chicago. A newspaper can be read fifty miles from the Loop by its light, but not on the ground level; only on some fairly high spot at that distance. Laman Johnson and Clifford Laibly, the operators, have been on the job from the first night. Each works half the night, mak ing at least four, and usually more, trips to the top during his shift. In the winter with the winds so terrific at that 600 foot level, they climb the last fifteen feet on ice-coated ladder rungs and are very glad to get inside the beacon to change arcs. The worse the weather the oftener they go aloft, the car bons burning faster in windy weather. In electrical storms they get well acquainted with lightning as it snaps at their heels and discharges beside them from the railing and the eight platinum-tipped copper lightning rods. It's rather one of those what-other- men-do kind of jobs. UNIONS "Is this the floor for tiny tots?" There are two hun dred forty-three labor organization telephone numbers listed in the Classified Directory. And not many of them have two 'phones. The list includes, naming a few odd ones, the Automobile and Carriage Painters Local that insists on its full name being used; the Bartenders, back in good standing; the Pile Drivers Union; Mosaic Terrazzo Workers Union; the Tavern Porters local, also back again; and our King Levinsky's own Fish Han dlers and Filleters Union. Two hundred and more unions; think of how many union officials there are! rAlK bUtjl J reported to us that the other day there were two late arrivals at the Fairgrounds whose passage through the gate was not recorded in the total attendance for the day; they were Southern Whiteheart and Rivero Bolton — silver foxes, not Indians. And the thing November, 1934 11 that distinguished them from other foxes was not the silvery streak down their backs that make their lives short, but merry; but the fact that they have pedigrees that lift them far above the common variety of foxes and permit them, if so inclined, to elevate their muzzles and look with blue-blooded disdain upon their less fortunate kin, whose ancestors were unknown. They arrived packed in a straw-lined box and were soon transferred into a specially built wire home just outside of the Fromm Brothers exhibit in the General Exhibits Building where, till the Fair closed, they displayed utter boredom in true aristocratic fashion to the stares of the hoi-polloi. Just outside their cage were their pedigree certificates proving that they really have a right to their snootiness. For Southern Whiteheart, the female of the species, can trace her ancestry on her father's side back to Southern Sunshine, and thence to South ern Touch, Sunshine Doreen, Southern Whoopsan, Finish Touch, Comic Doreen and Sunshine Comedian, and on her mother's side to Whiteheart Flutter, Bud die Flutter, Whiteheart Bauble, Buddie Guess, Dainty Flutter, Elsmere Bauble and Whiteheart Lass. All of which just about qualifies her for membership in the D. A. R. and just about makes her a favorite to win the Kentucky Derby next year. Her mate, Rivero Bolton, on the other hand, has often heard his grand pappy tell of such distinguished members of his fam ily as Oaklyn Bolton (shot as a Confeder ate spy), Oaklyn Turnstile, Bolton Cor delia, Tean Turnstile (who ran away with that girl from down across the tracks), Black Oaklyn, Little Lassie (who met all trains), Silver Mack (All-American from Colgate), and the girl who must have been the real black sheep of the family, Sordid Rose. All have come to the same end, as Rivero Bolton and Southern Whiteheart will some day — they have become gorgeous silver fox scarfs, capes, muffs and trim mings for milady's adornment. 1 r\ /"^ J K I Recently we heard I \J C- vj I I N about how a sizable batch of negroes, a dozen or so, were brought into a near-Southside hospital for first aid. Cuts, gashes, lacerations, bruises were treated and word got out that all the trouble had been started by too much, far too much, 10c gin. (It's hard to believe, but there is — we learned from our shine- boy — a horrible synthetic gin, bootlegged of course, that is sold for ten cents a "shorty." A "shorty" is something less than a pint, comes in a plain, flask-shaped bottle that measures in height about the spread of a man's hand, from stretched little finger to stretched thumb.) Well, there had been too much 10c gin, and it had been present, and it's a fact, at a negro revival meeting. in- d in CARVINGS £** wood cutting and wood engraving will probably want to take in the exhibit of the work of a contemporary American wood engraver, J. J. Lankes, at the Newberry Library from November 12 to December 28. The exhibition will include examples of bookplates and prints, together with a col lection of material showing the production of A Woodcut Manual, a book written and "How do I know you're going to band practice?" illustrated by Mr. Lankes. This is a com- prehensive text on the art and technique of making prints, with chapters on the tools and materials required for both wood cut' ting and wood engraving and for printing in black and white and in color. The exhibition, however, will be of inter est not only to those concerned with print- making, but also to everyone interested in production of fine books. Beginning with the author's manuscript and its revisions every step in the process — from manuscript to galley and page proofs, from drawings to the printed decorations and illustrations, from the dummy to the completed book with its jacket — is graphically displayed. In addition to A 'Woodcut Manual Mr. Lankes has illustrated many books and it is perhaps through them that his work is best known to the general public. Among the books containing his illustrations are: T^ew Hampshire and West Running Broo\ by Robert Frost, Marbac\a by Selma Lager- lof, May Days edited by Genevieve Tag- gard, Spring Plouring and Upper Pasture by Charles Malan, and John Henry by Roark Bradford. To a great degree Mr. Lankes has been self-taught in his chosen field of work. Trained as a mechanical draftsman, but with some art training as well, he began about 1919 to experiment by making en gravings on blocks of wood from the apple trees in his own orchard. From these early experiments Mr. Lankes has grown to a complete mastery of his art, and his prints — especially those of landscapes — have a quality which is distinctly American. GAMBLING money bc^aU over the country, we understand, are rapid ly turning their attention and their wager ing to collegiate football. They know it's pure: the boys play it for the love of the game, for alma mater, for the glory and so on, and after all, you can't quite dope an entire football squad. To date, with the season barely under way, we have been in receipt of three dif ferent sets of football quotations from bet ting commissioners. (They make up their mailing list from university alumni direc tories.) We have checked their selections and their odds, and the commissioners hit pretty consistently, although there have been plenty of upsets so far this season to throw them a bit off on their quotations- There are tens of thousands of dollars being bet on college football results each Saturday, but, we understand, the betting fraternity men, rather than the Greek let ter fraternity men, are doing the wagering- ATUI CTC With so many /A I M L L I L prairie football and touchball teams around Town, representing grammar schools, parks, churches and just athletic clubs in general (more often than not backed by politicians), one is always apt to see youngsters and youths wearing sweaters with the Rinkadink A. C. or the Oriole A. C. across the chest or back. The other day we found ourself walking 12 The Chicagoan behind a youth in his late 'teens wearing such a sweater. It was a fine lounging- robe purple sweater; and lettering across the back "Casanova." No added A. C; just "Casanova." RIBBING This is probably the last Fairgrounds story that we'll carry. It was when the Uni versity of Southern California football team was homeward bound from its 20-6 drubbing by the University of Pittsburgh. The U. S. C. boys stopped off here in Town long enough to do the Fair. While in the Travel and Transport Building a lot of them gathered around the Libbey-Owens-Ford (with Pittsburgh Plate a subsidiary) Glass Company exhibit. That place where you threw baseballs at a piece of shatter-proof glass, you know? They took several turns at throwing the balls. The ballyhoo man there, talking almost continually into the microphone, kept in sisting on impressing upon his known visi tors that the safety glass was made by the Libbey-Owens-Ford and PITTSBURGH Plate Glass Company. The U. S. C. boys took it though. GAS MASKS ™fndth rism seeming to be more or less rife around here — smouldering nightclubs here and there, automobile accessories outfits going up in smoke — and then just other fires, large and small, it isn't strange that there should be offices of a gas mask company here in Town. Fires give off gases, and therefore gas masks are quite in order at such func tions. So we thought we'd find out about gas masks. Mr. George Knoll of the Mine Safety Appliances Company quieted our curiosity with simple facts. Modern equipment is of three kinds: canister masks, hose masks and self-con tained masks. "Lungs" (Navy stuff) and dust respirators are variations. A canister mask has a can of chemicals strapped to the chest through which the air is filtered to the mouth. Exhalation sends the wearer's breath to join the general atmospheric con ditions prevalent at the time. Hose masks are merely air-tight masks with a hose lead ing from the mask to a pump operated by a pumper out in the sunshine, if any, who keeps the air flowing freely to his laboring confrere — the deep sea diving equipment sort of thing. Self-contained masks sport an independence which their name implies. With such a mask on, an air chamber strapped to his back, plus a bottle of what is called oxygen, all connected by tubes, a man can live anywhere for two hours. Whether he's in forty feet of water or in the stratosphere this equipment insures his air supply. The dust respirator, weighing five ounces, straps over the wearer's nose and mouth and filters the ordinary air supply. This mask is primarily for workers in dust-laden air — lime workers, cement workers, and so on. But we understand there is one inde pendent citizen of St. Louis who wears a "Better keep azvay from him — he put over a long-shot today, but it was only a mind bet!" dust respirator all the time; he claims it pre vents his annual hay fever attack. The Navy's "lung" is sort of a secret, but really amounts to no more than a bag of air tubed to the mouth, allowing the gobs to breathe easily enough as they ascend from their sunken submarine — if they can get out in the first place. Maybe you're wondering who uses these marvels of science. Well, thousands are equipped with them. Outside of the mili tary, there are the firemen, police, miners, oil men (in refineries — a gaseous business if ever there was one) ; in fact the list in cludes practically the whole realm of indus try from steel to cosmetics. Selling gas masks is a safety engineering service. The Mine Safety Appliances men in this area are called upon to demonstrate their masks every day. They meet up in this way with such demons of gasology as carbon-monoxide, phosgene, chloropicrin, nitric oxide and (try to handle this one) diphenylaminechlorarsine. SPELLING Not long ago on these pages we were wondering if the Tribune comic strip artists used their paper's new spelling in their balloons which contain the dialogue of their strip characters. At the time we hadn't got around to check up on it. We never did get to it, because we don't often see the Tribune. But one of our reporters did, and sent us the clippings of his findings. In the Tribune s Gump comic strip, and it wasn't so long ago, a balloon carried the lettered word "rehearsal" and on the back page of the same issue, in the caption un der a picture, was the word "reherse." There was our answer. Then there was Tribune artist Gaar Wil liams (another clipping) who, in one of his Among the Fol\s in History squares, ap parently recalling that aisle was on the economizing list, dropped the wrong letter and spelled it "isle" instead of "aile." And he also made one contribution to economy on his own hook, spelling whose "who's." November, 1934 13 "No, no, no! You're not getting the spirit!' 14 The Chicagoai Pilgrimage to Germany A Clear Rye and a Crisp Pen Address the European Scene By Milton S. Mayer BERLIN. — These are big days, as al most all days are these days, for Continental Europe. What will come next it is harder to say today, proba bly, than it has ever been before. There has never before been so much certainty that something will come; but what that something will be, no one on the outside of the ministries can say, and one of the rea sons those inside the ministries are saying so little is, in all probability, that they don't know themselves. A king is murdered in Marseilles, together with a French diplo matist — the "encircler of Germany." There is a fearful shortage of textile stuffs in Ger many. Unemployment grows in France. Thirteen hundred are shot dead in Spain. How these phenomena will act on each other, and how their interaction will affect international relations from one day to the next, the correspondents in the capitals don't know. They clear their daily guesses to New York or London, and then they get together and guess some more. The whole thing is like the dim fourth quarter of a football game in late November; the ex perts in the press coop are wondering if the boys on the field know what is going on, the boys on the field are wondering if the crowd in the stands can figure out what happened, and the crowd in the stands can't even see the ball. If the experts don't know, you may rest assured that your valued correspondent is in an even worse position than not knowing, for he is not even an expert (except on hors d'oeuvres and apfelsinensahnenspiese) . After a couple of weeks in France, I can report only what I hear in the neighborhood groceries and what I am told over a 7-cent franc cup of bad coffee in the cafes. And after an even shorter time in Germany, where the lingo of my ancestors is even harder for me to savvy, I can report even less. Germany is my favorite country — from 'way back. It looks the same to me as it did seven years ago, except for new uniforms and more of them. This much is plain: the picture that the American newspaper reader has of the Third Reich is bound to be wrong. I know, because I am an American newspaper read er. A month from now I may be able to make an intelligent observation or two on surface conditions in Germany for The Chicagoan. In three days I have seen only the Germany I knew before— the cleanest, street for street, and the most beau tiful, vista for vista, place in the world. And the biggest bathtubs. If there is any basis for judgment in the number of for-rent signs in store windows, the people of neither France nor Germany have suffered as severe an economic trial as have the people of the United States. Paris and Berlin were not overbuilt and overspent in the years when New York and Chicago wore silk shirts to work. There are no skyscrapers here, and no empty sky scrapers. The Insull trial reads like an Arabian night to the pinching Frenchman and the plodding German. Europe never flew high in the years after the war, so it was that much closer to the ground when the parachute popped. Germany, with all its headaches, has not yet had to face a desperate mob of its citi zens such as stormed on the Place de la Concorde last winter, and France, with all the corruption in office that provoked that storm, has not yet had to find food and shelter for a tenth of all its citizens such as the United States had to do two years ago. Central Europe is a powder keg, and the powder is very dry just now, but anyone who thinks that life is not a happier affair, day in and day out, for most of the people of these countries than it is in the Land of the Free has been seeing too many movies. Europe has been a going concern for some centuries now, and its people have had time to learn to live lean and like it. Hitler has prepared his people for the hardest winter in Germany's history — harder, even, than some observers think it will be. But hard ship is no tribulation to these people. They thrive on it; you can not get a revolution out of a German by cutting down the amount of wheat in his bread. The little man in Germany looks forward to a trial of his nation's self-sufficiency as an oppor tunity to demonstrate his own capacity to "take it." He has a blood-fealty for the fatherland (as has the Frenchman), for the soil of it, that we tenants of America do not understand, principally because we are young and because we have sprawled all over a fabulous domain with mi.' lions of acres of soil to waste. The cost of living in France is coming down — fractionally. Those fractions are dear to the Frenchman. He is the heaviest taxed individual in the world. He would have tolerated the H.C.L. for ever — pour patrie — had he not discovered what Uncle Stavisky's friends in the gov ernment were doing with the centimes he was coughing up ostensibly pour patrie. But the French government has undergone a little purging of its own in the past six months, a mild type of purging, compara tively, and the Frenchman is willing to re sume being taxed out of his eye-teeth pour patrie. If by any chance the status quo is not disturbed, there will be no riots in the Place de la Concorde this winter. The fractional decline in the H.C.L. in Paris is no boon to the visiting fireman from the United States. When the dollar was split two for one, a young friend of mine learned to live on ten francs a day — seventy cents. His mama and papa in a respectable Chicago suburb should have known. A lot of American students, writers, and paint ers sighed one of those foundation sighs and came home. What the summer tourists did, I don't know, because I got there after the season. But it must have been heartbreak ing. It has been particularly tough for those employes of American firms in Paris whose employers could not see their way clear to doubling dollar wages just because one franc grew where two had grown before. But the 7-cent franc doesn't damage the glamour of Montparnasse, nor do the bul let scars on the Rue de Rivoli facade of the Hotel Crillon impair the unique perfection of the Place de la Concorde. A story which may or may not have been told before, but which is authentic, is that when the United States purchased a plot on the Concorde for its new embassy, a few years ago, the city of Paris inserted into the contract the provision that no skyscraper would be built; the result being that the embassy of the Greatest Nation on Earth is in harmony with the rest of the plaza and must look like a veritable shack to the slickers from New York and Chicago. And the 7-cent franc has a positive value for the tourist: its limi tations enable him to live closer to the French — closer to the real Paris. With some pain, he foregoes the shows and the swell bars and goes native by spending the evening sitting outside a cafe with a glass of coffee or a beer and watching the world wag past. He even learns, in the course of repeating this procedure, that conversa tion — not profound conversation, but just conversation — can be entertaining as well as free. And he can study in detail, without cost or remorse, the glories of the Parisian streetwalkers, if his cafe is the Champs- Elysees or the Boulevard des Capucines or one of the other traditional dress parade grounds. Streetwalking is still licensed and super vised in Paris, and the French still regard it in all honesty as a respectable, if not a choice, profession. Tins — the attitude of the French in the matter — is an everlast ing wonder to the super-civilized American, until he happens to realize that the man hood of this nation (Continued on page 44) November, 1934 15 RUDY VALLEE WALLACE BEERY two m prominent pans ana one magnificent mug BY BEN SCHAFER PHOTOS BY A. GEORGE MILLER ALBERT EINSTEIN 16 The Chicagoan "The cocktail party isn't a party at all; it is a business meeting." The Post-Fair Period Strange New Developments Are Rushing In By Arthur Meeker, Jr. THE Fair is over. We are saying to day what our fathers said in '93 when the Columbian Exposition fold ed its tents and took its departure silently in the night. Now A Century of Progress, too, is history. No more moonlight rides on the lagoon, no more skating exhibitions in the Black Forest, no more leisurely din ners on the terrace of the Century Club! (But also, thank God, no more Midway, no more out-of-town cousins, and no more Sally Rand!) We have taken our final stroll down the Avenue of Flags, paid our farewell visit to the Wings of the Cen tury and China's exquisite Jade Pagoda, made our ultimate ascension to the top of . the Skyride Tower, for one last lingering look at the jewelled necklace of lights spread out along the shore of Lake Michigan. It's the end of a definite period in the city's history that included not only the two years of the Fair itself, but also a year or two before that when the town was full of rumors of wonders to come and interesting strangers on mysterious errands added a note of romance to local dinner parties. Ladies, how are you going to get on with out them? What will lunch at the Casino be with not even one color expert to place on your right? And how dull your dress ing-room chit-chat must seem now that you can no longer bicker unendingly over whom dear Prince Thingumbobiani really was in love with! But if the song is ended, the melody lingers on; and I do sincerely believe that out of it we can, if we will, construct a suitable leit-motiv that will carry us tri umphantly through the next decade. To begin with, the Fair was a success. Let no one tell you any thing else. It was a success in spite of the Depression — and even in spite of the Re covery. It was a success when banks were shutting up like night-blooming petunias, and fortunes crashed to left and right, and most of our better millionaires were taking one-way tickets to Europe or leaping way- wardly through windows on the Gold Coast. It was a success, though nearly everyone — including, very likely, yourself — said it would not be. "A Century of Progress" seemed a fairly ironical title in May, 1933, when its officials prepared to throw open the gates to the public. A year and a half later it isn't nearly so funny, is it? For the darn thing really did go, after all. And because it did, and be cause people came from far and wide, from all over the country and a few other coun tries into the bargain, to see what Chicago had to offer besides beefsteaks and bandits, we've been able to take our first step out of the swamp of despair in which America has been wallowing since the autumn of 1929. As we were amongst the first to wallow, and perhaps, through no fault of our own, sank deeper than any of our neighbors, it was only fair that we should be the ones to lead the way to better times. There are still better ones coming. Look round you now and what do you see? Budgets balanced, teachers paid, bootleggers routed, Dillinger dead, shops and restau rants and hotels gay and crowded again in stead of looking like a sort of superior annex to the Morgue. And that isn't all. We've begun to win back the place that was ours, five years ago, in the cultural ac tivities of the country. We lost our Opera, it is true. But it has been salvaged and reorganized on a more democratic and reasonable basis, and with time and proper encouragement I believe will be quite as fine as its predecessor. The Orchestra has been saved, and still ranks among the two or three best in America. The Women's Symphony, the Civic Orches tra, and Carl Bricken's youngsters at the University of Chicago are there to show that all our capable executants are not grouped under the gifted baton of Frederick Stock. The Art Institute's collections and spheres of influence are more numerous and important than ever. In literature we have made less progress. I suppose there will never be much of a future for writers here, as long as editors, agents and publishers in sist on having their offices in New York. But those few who remain faithful to the Midlands have increased their reputations with each successive season. Only socially speak ing, it seems to me, has there been loss in stead of gain. What the fever of War November, 1934 17 times began, and the easy laxness of post war prosperity continued, has been carried to a successful conclusion in the anxious years we have just passed through. And I am not at all sure that the process was not accelerated by the Fair, with its nervous, stimulating tempo of life, and the fact that it inevitably drew to our midst a motley crew of enterprising, ingenious social racketeers. Of course, in a way, it seems foolish to take society seriously — especially in a com munity like ours where, by international standards, there really isn't any worthy of the name. (My own ambition is to spend a quiet middle-age in a Swiss chalet on some all-but-inaccessible Alp.) It is the frosting on the cake, not the cake itself; but unfor tunately, as in the case of the cake, it is the frosting that shows. And owing to the de plorably provincial policies of the editors of our daily newspapers, it has been given in the last few seasons a kind of tawdry, tin selled prominence that is difficult to think away. Two years ago I wrote a gentle complaint against the painful industry of our society reporters in puffing the activities of our not- very- interesting and by-no-means-unusual Upper Classes. But what do I see when I gaze round me today? These ladies, whose worst fault was a certain garrulousness and a touching tendency to look at suburban debutantes through rose-colored spectacles, have been in large part replaced by a new race of columnists recruited from the ranks of so-called society itself, who have rapidly become the principal menace of the Middle- West. I call them, for lack of a better title, the Freesias-upside-down Girls. (You know what I mean? Something quite nice not quite in the right place!) They are ubiquitous. One meets them everywhere with their high and mirthless laughter, their glazed and searching eyes, that little air of just not jotting one's last bright remark on their cuffs in case of need. . . . When they actually do their writing I have never been able to make out, because they never seem to be alone. But they do write a great deal — and a great deal better than you might think, though with a high percentage of er ror no professional reporter would be al lowed to get away with and a style that convinces their readers that a copy of Aldous Huxley's latest book — "My dear, it is simply divine! I must get time to read it one of these days!" — is lying on their bed- tables, somewhere between Cholly Knicker bocker's Sunday article and the scented cigarettes. This pseudo-sophisticated man ner produces a reminiscent chuckle in those of us who realize how harmlessly domestic our most dashing gatherings really are — but the point is, relatively few do realize it. And how embarrassing for us that the rest of the world should gain its impression of life on the Lower North Side from such futile flutterings of the social breeze! Nowadays, thanks to the tireless energy of these frail little flow ers and their skilful, incessant logrolling, a cocktail party isn't a cocktail party any more. You might think that it was because it still happens between five and seven, be cause shakers full of some pleasant iced liquid are being passed round — though a few of the guests have read in a magazine that sherry is really smarter — and because trays of tempting sandwiches (out of Edith Haines's book) circulate all too freely for the good of one's figure. But how wrong you would be! This isn't a party at all; it is a business meeting. That tall man in the window is here to sell perfumes. The one next to him makes hats — very good ones. The handsome and voluble lady in a hostess gown talking to them both is trying to lease them a flat. (If the bargain isn't sealed on the spot, she will give another cocktail party tomorrow to clinch it.) Those pretty girls who have just come in are fashion editors — all four of them! — who spend their days being photographed in gowns they'd never dream of buying for the benefit of women they wouldn't be seen dead with in the street. The blond boy with the ch?rming smile is a mural painter trying to make both ends meet by doing portraits of young married women who can't quite afford Bernard Boutet de Monvel till the lumber business picks up. . . . And drifting here and there, on the endless quest for news, are the Freesias-upside-down Girls, busily engaged in turning the wheels that grind the mills in the column factories. . . . No-one can leave the room till he has contributed material for at least one para graph. (Strangers, particularly if Slavic, often run to two.) . . . It's all done very lightly and rapidly — in the flick of an eye lash — but just you wait till tomorrow's pa pers are on the street! . . . Here is a union where strikes are unknown, though some times it takes an hour or two at lunch at the Arts Club, or a series of telephone calls, to decide who's going to say what, this time : whether Polly or Cora shall use that de licious story about Bobbie and the Duchess of Doldrums, and if Cynthia — poor child! she's very young and as a rule must be con tent with the leavings of the others' well- stocked plates — can't be allowed to hint that some of the Palmers are supposed to be letting their hair grow in again. Well . . . Well .... One does what one can, I suppose, these lean and uncer tain days — though I may be pardoned, too, for preferring the time, not so long gone either, when business was kept for business hours and careers were not trotted out with one's calling cards. ... As far as the chronicling of such trivialities is concerned, fairness compels me to add that it is not altogether the columnists' fault. They are encouraged in their pursuit of information by the amiable but somewhat flurried ladies whose doings provide the greater portion of their paragraphs, and who will insist on asking them to dinner whenever a famous pianist or maitre de ballet heaves into sight on the social horizon. The battle-cry of these well-meaning matrons is "Life is all too, too wonderful!" They are so desper ately afraid of missing something good that they are often too breathless to enjoy any thing at all. . . . Never mind what Lifar said. . . . Massine is coming tomorrow! ... It doesn't matter if Elinor Glyn is lecturing at the Drake. ... A rumor's afloat that Rosita Forbes has already arrived at the La Salle Street Station. . . . Hurry! Scurry! Get there first! Head off your rivals, and give that cocktail party before someone else has time to think of it. And be sure, whatever you do, that the Freesias- upside-down Girls are asked to it, or else the residents of West Madison and South Hal- sted Streets may not be able to read to morrow that you are indubitably "Chicago's leading hostess." I am perfectly seri ous in saying that I think the stress and ex citement of the Fair period is largely to blame for these strange new developments. They are, as far as I know, without parallel in any other American city. They cannot help but subject us to a good deal of ridi cule here and there. But assuredly they are transient, and perhaps unavoidable in a big, rushing, eager community where people long to be smart without quite knowing how to go about it. (Continued on page 49) The Freesias-upside-down Girls are ubiquitous. 18 The Chicagoan Fathomer's Holiday A Clean Sweep of the Series By W. Boyd Saxon GENTLEMEN," said their host, leaning back in his chair and glancing at his guests, "I have every reason to believe that this very night, as the clock strikes nine, I shall lie mur dered in my library." A little murmur ran around the table. "It was with this thought in mind," he continued, "that I asked you here to dinner. I hope that you have found the grouse to your liking; that the rare recipe used for the sauce has met with your approval; in short, that the dinner which with the aid of Jonas, my butler, I planned with special care, has been that very dinner which each of you — epicures of note — would have chosen for himself upon the evening of your murder. I believe this is the first time you have met one another. It has been a great happiness to me to be the means of bringing together, for a time, the five most celebrated detec tives of the world." He paused, then continued his extraordi nary monologue. "It has been a pleasure to listen to the brilliant conversation of Father Brown — " He nodded to the plump little priest who was seated at his left. "Of Monsieur Her- cule Poiret — " He bowed to the dapper, mustachioed Belgian seated at his right. "Of Mr. Charles — " He inclined his head toward the saturnine American Greek who looked back at him from the opposite end of the table. "Of Mr. Philo Vance—" He smiled at the immaculate gentleman who sat beside the little priest. "And of Lord Peter Wimsey — " He nodded brightly to the slender Englishman who twiddled his monocle beside the famous Belgian. "It grieves me to have to say that one of you, to-night, will plunge a dagger into my heart; but it cheers me to be able to add that four of you will see that justice is adequately served. That, one and all, you wish me dead I am, of course, profoundly aware. You must forgive the apparent lack of modesty in my next remark, believing that as death approaches I speak without self -consciousness. I am to be murdered because I have completed all but the final paragraphs of a detective novel, publication of which will plunge you all into oblivion. By the creation of my own transcendant detective I shall become — posthumously, it is true — the best seller of all time." He raised his glass. "Drink then, gentle men, with me, who am about to be mur dered : to me, the victim, to that one of you who shall commit the crime, and to the remaining four who for one never-to-be-for gotten episode shall step from their dull pages and solve brilliantly, in life, a problem of spectacular horror and obscurity." Their glasses clinked as they arose. In silence each man touched the liquor to his lips. Once more their host was speaking. "Before you take your seats, may I call your attention to the envelope on each of your chairs? It contains directions which you will follow carefully. Each of you will be seated in a separate room, here on the ground floor, connected with the dining room. The only entrance to the library is up that flight of stairs. The police have surrounded the house, and I have told them that the murder is to be committed at ten o'clock. At ten, not nine. It is probable, therefore, that they will appear precisely at eleven. You will have, in consequence, two hours to solve the mystery yourselves. At nine I shall be murdered; at eleven the police will arrive, and you will point to that one of you who is destined to be hanged. During the actual commission of the crime the entire house will be in darkness; it will be necessary for you to make your way to the library without lights. The fuse will be restored by Jonas five minutes afterward, and by that time I hope you will be search ing my lifeless body for the inevitable clues. "Gentlemen, once more I thank you for the privilege of your acquaintance!" Their host replaced his glass upon the table and leisurely mounted to the library. With his hand upon the knob he turned and smiled. "On silence then, each one will go his way." The guests filed out. The door of the library stood half open. The sound of clicking typewriter keys could be heard within. Outside the house the wind howled dismally. Then suddenly all sound ceased. The clock struck nine. Instantly the house was plunged in dark ness. From the library sounded a choking scream. In the walnut-paneled bookroom, illuminated now only by the flickering fire light, in the exact centre of the expensive rug, lay the body of the novelist. Father Brown was the first to speak. There was an unused quality in his voice that demanded and received attention; it had been years since he had been allowed to speak. It was obvi ous to all that (Continued on page 50) "You will have, in consequence, tzvo hours to solve the mystery yourselves. November, 1934 19 THE ADMINISTRATION BUILDING OF THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION VIEWED FROM THE WOODED ISLAND. DOWN THE LONG AVENUE FLANKED BY THE ELECTRICITY AND MINES BUILDINGS LATE AFTERNOON FAIR VISITORS ARE MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARD THE COURT OF HONOR DIRECT REPRODUCTION OF AN ORIGINAL ETCHING BY CHARLES A. VANDERHOOF, IN POSSESSION OF THE NEWBERRY LI BRARY, SHOWING THE COURT OF HONOR FROM A POINT OF VIEW JUST NORTH OF THE MacMONNIES FOUNTAIN WITH THE STATUE OF THE REPUBLIC ON THE LEFT October 30 The Story of the Passing of a Fair By Milton S. Mayer THE COLUMBIAN ARCH, SURMOUNTED BY THE FAMOUS QUAD RIGA, FORMING AN EXQUISITE CENTER PIECE IN THE PERISTYLE THE DAY was cold and told of the inevitability of No vember. But the sky was clear and the sun bright, and the leaves still held to the trees. Chicago and its most perfect summer clung to each other in common cause against the end. Perfect it had been; the augury of the rainy, wretched first day of May, when President Cleveland pressed the magic button, had been a giant lie. The rain that first day of May and the rain for two weeks following had given the tardy fair a chance to complete itself in relative privacy. This day — October 30 — was a day to remember. This day was the City White's last day on earth. The greatest of fairs, Chicago's glory and the world's joy, was coming to an end. Lamentation at the passing of this stone thing had already reached a stage where adjectives and similes were at a premium. The Daily Columbian, the exposition's official paper, boldly wrote its own ticket: "No Alexander, no Caesar, no Napoleon ever gazed on such a picture! What century shall show an other?" What century indeed? the readers asked themselves. There was no Chicagoan so dim of memory who could not erase the dream city from Jackson Park and replace it with the morass and dune and muskrat and scrub oak of two years be fore. And now the six-months old dream city was to die and to leave morass and oak and dune where marble and gold and cobalt had been. It was hard to understand. Alice Freeman Palmer talked of it in The Forum as if it had been an interlude between the reality of forever before 1893 and the reality of forever after: "The little half-year is over. Is all indeed gone? Will nothing remain?" Something would remain. The Fine Arts Building, held by architects to have caught the whole soul of classicism and by laity to be a mighty pretty thing, would be preserved as a mu seum. Only a few days earlier Marshall Field had been con' vinced by William Rainey Harper that he could not take it with him and had donated $1,000,000 for the transformation of the Arts Building into a museum to be known as the Field Museum, in honor of Mr. Field. The rest would go. The opinion was that it would take until January 1, 1894, to restore Jackson Park to its pristine mud. One of the matters that occupied Chicagoans' minds October 30, 1893, was the amount of heat that could be generated in hell to accommodate the engrossing clerk of the U. S. Congress who thought the poem went, "Thirty days hath October, etc." His error two years before in preparing \Yr enabling act for the exposition had robbed it of a day of offirr 1 life, and such were the inanities of the letter of the law that 't was impossible to correct "30" to "31." Other matters occupied Chicagoans that day. The Chicago Herald reported that six members of the Dalton gang rode up to a crowded store at Cushing, O. T., and collected $200, that France's friendship for Russia was viewed with distrust by the Germans, who disliked the czar thoroughly, that Grace Collins, 16 years old, had disappeared from her Terre Haute, Ind., home, and that young Drug Clerk Beckwith of the same city was also missing. The Tribune colored the day's picture by reporting that three young men had driven up to the Rock Island station and checked a trunk to Columbus Junction, Iowa, and that Baggageman Valentine, moving the trunk, "felt something rattle around in side like a piece of meat." It was t'lis feel, the Tribune re' ported, "that aroused his suspicions'" With the help of a but' tonhook he got the trunk open and found a man's body inside. The body, the Tribune informed Chicagoland, "looked as if it had been taken out of pickle." Better news than that on the Tribune's front page was the report of the unconditional repeal of the Sherman silver act by the U. S. Senate. Hurraying "Silver Is Fallen," the Tribune's headlines informed its substantial readers on their way in from Wheaton that there had been "Bitter Talk by Bourbons," and "Business Men Highly Pleased." The repeal of the silver legis' lation was confidently expected by its proponents, including the Tribune, to stave off the financial panic that seemed to be impending. But neither silver, nor pickled bodies, nor the Dalton gang was real news, nor even the end of the fair; for Carter Harrison was dead. The 30th was Monday, and the mayor had been dead since Saturday night, but the papers, mir' roring the temper of the city, had not yet begun to recover. Amid the black column rules, drawings of the crepe-hung desk in the City Hall, representations of the big, bearded man on his white horse, sketches of the assassin — amid these and reams of eulogy, the closing of the fair was lost, except as Carter Harrison's death affected it. That was considerable. The last day of the World's Co lumbian Exposition was to have been the grandest. The total attendance, up to that day, was even with the attendance of the Paris exposition of 1889 — the greatest fair in history; and the celebration laid out for the closing day was expected to bring half a million people to the grounds. (Chicago Day, October 9, brought 716,881, and the daily attend- (Continued on page 55) November, 1934 21 dude ranches: where the skies are blue all day ROCK ISLAND LINES INDIAN BRAVES OF THE HOPI TRIBE IN THEIR INTERESTING NATIVE DANCE REGALIA, MADE AT JOKAKE INN, PHOENIX, ARIZONA ROCK ISLAND LINES ADMINISTRATION BUILDING OF EL MIRADOR WITH GRAND SAN JACINTO IN THE BACKGROUND; PALM SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA ATCHISON, TOPEKA AND SANTA FE ATCHISON, TOPEKA AND SANTA PE THE 10,400 FOOT HERMIT'S PEAK, NORTHWEST OF LAS VEGAS, NEW MEXICO, IN SIGHT OF MANY POPULAR GUEST RANCHES CRAG AND FOREST NEAR CHAMA, NEW MEXICO, IS TYPICAL OF MANY MILES OF PERFECT TRAIL COUNTRY IN THE SOUTHWEST SOUTHERN PACIFIC LINES THE PARTY IS READY TO HIT THE TRAIL FOR A LONG RIDE ABOUT A FAR-REACHING GUEST RANCH IN SOUTHERN ARIZONA SOUTHERN PACIFIC LINES THE HOUR OF THE SIESTA AND QUIET AMUSEMENTS ON THE BROAD VERANDAH OF THE RANCH HOUSE; SOUTHERN ARIZONA 22 The Chicagoan Policy A Game of Chance and a Major Negro Industry By Jack McDonald SEE them roll past Forty-seventh and South Parkway, the large, shiny Lin- cobs and Packards, the glossy new Chevies and Fords, and a Rolls-Royce or two. Lolling back on the cushions of most of the cars will be corpulent colored gents and their seal-brown ladies, the glass of fashion and the picture of contentment. Some of the cars may belong to successful negro doctors, lawyers, or merchants, but the fanciest cars and the prettiest gals be long to the Policy Barons of Bronzeville. The Policy King is every inch the sport ing man, but without ostentatious display of wealth. The day is past when a gam ing-house keeper's financial soundness is judged by the number and size of the diamonds blaring on his hands. The mod ern negro gambling king wears well tailored clothes of quiet pattern, plays tournament bridge, and more often than not is a uni versity man. One of the key men in the local policy set-up is a Harvard graduate. Modern business training has become an ab solute necessity to the policy wheel man ager, for the progressive manager must run his business exactly as he would a life in surance, bond, or investment sales organ ization. This policy game is no hole-in- the-wall affair, hidden away in dingy back rooms, but is a wide flung, perfectly co ordinated machine, financially sound and capably administered. And what profits! Three brothers, oper ators of the largest wheel in Chicago, are said to have cleared one hundred thousand dollars last year. This is not including the cost of the three new Lincoln cars they bought, or the twenty new Fords owned by the brothers and used by their pick-up men, nor the cost of the trips to Europe that each brother took last year. Oh yes, policy k quite a business, and a profitable one. These brothers (shall we call them the Smith boys?) employ two thousand writers, or salesmen, give them turkeys and presents on Thanksgiving and Christmas. These writers contact people, take the money for bets, and write receipts for the amounts and numbers played. This sales force is handled exactly as General Mo tors, or Metropolitan Life would handle their men. Quotas are set and records kept, and for the past year the salesman writ ing the greatest volume of business each month has been awarded a free trip to the World's Fair for himself and family, in cluding taxicab fares and enough money to cover meals and incidental expenses. Or if a National Negro Fraternal Order is hold ing a convention in Atlantic City or some other spa, the writer with the greatest vol ume of business will be sent to the conven tion with all expenses paid. Working for the Smith Brothers was, and still is, a good position, with room for advancement, and certain recognition for real ability. Few boom day bond houses boasted a smoother functioning sales machine than the Smith boys have today. The Smith boys were among the first to introduce a form of industrial insurance to their workers. Each worker chips in a small sum of money each week, and should a writer have an accident or fall sick, a vote of writers is taken to decide how much the unlucky member is to receive. The Smith boys have no prominence in this insur ance plan, merely acting in an advisory and banking capacity. Another Smith in auguration was the creation of the office of Sergeant-at-Arms. Each month four out standing writers are chosen as Sergeant-at- Arms for the daily drawings. This title brings no actual cash, but allows the man the privilege of toting a gat or sawed-off shotgun, gives him prestige, and certainly maintains order. There is little secrecy shrouding the policy game; any bootblack or newsboy on the South Side will point out the policy barons to you. There are several of these big shots, for in Chicago there are at least seventeen and perhaps twenty-four wheels operating daily, the smaller wheels with a hundred writers, while a larger wheel may employ a thousand or more. About ten of the seventeen wheels belong to the so-called Gambling Syndicate, now under political fire for dab bling in elections. It is bruited about that the Syndicate wheels have guaranteed po lice protection, and the presence of plain clothes and uniformed policemen in the gaming rooms while drawings are being made does little to allay this subversive propaganda. One reason for this immunity is that few politicians can afford to offend an organization having so many thousands of employees concentrated in such a small section of the city. It is an accepted fact that no person can hope to hold political office in Bronzeville without the backing, or tacit approval of the Syndicate. A po liceman friend, speaking of the Syndicate men, said, "You gotta be awful careful who you arrest down here, or you might acci dentally lock up some gambler, and the next thing you'd know you would be way out in the sticks pounding a beat." It's impossible to find the cost of mem bership in the Gambling Syndicate listed in any standard reference work, but it runs about two hundred and fifty dollars a week for a policy wheel. This does not include the various petty shake downs, nor the not- so-petty sums paid out to each flying squad in the district. The beauty of the Syn dicate lies in the fact that should a police man become obnoxious or too greedy, the big boys can have the offender broken. This information may be incorrect, and the Gam ing Syndicate may not receive police pro tection, but if they don't pay tribute, the U. S. Army will be missing a good bet if they fail to sign up the Syndicate head as a camouflage expert in the next war. The Army will surely need a man with such an uncanny ability to hide big buildings and hundreds of employees from prying eyes, and in the heart of the city, too. One of the medium sized spots on the South Side, employing some three hundred writers (salesmen), is in a building that once housed a black and tan night club. It's a huge place, big enough for an indoor polo field, but an hour before drawing time it is crowded, and buzzing with excitement. Down the center of the big room are rows of writing tables and benches, where the writers list the bets of their clients on sheets of paper and total their accounts. Off to one side of the room, in a large screened enclosure, arc tr.e c:Ti:e3 and cashier cages. In the rear of the room is a complete printing plant, a battery of six high-speed machines for printing the re sults of the drawings on colored slips of paper. The last number is hardly out of the drum before the presses are whirring, turning out thousands of result slips to the eagerly waiting crowd. After the writer has finished listing his play, it is given to a cashier, who checks the list, takes the money, and figures the agent's commission. All in a split second. Behind the cages, in a niodernly equipped office, are the managers, who take the lists, total and tabulate them, and file them away in the huge safe according to section and the writer's name-. This same safe is the policy armory, where the pistols and sawed- off shotguns of the guards are kept when not on the hip. When the lists have been checked, the policy manager opens a grille and standing in full view of the assembled agents, takes slips of paper numbered from one to sev enty-eight, folds and inserts them in little capsules or quills. The seventy-eight quills are dropped into a tin drum, the lid tightly closed, and the drum thoroughly shaken. The shaking is usually begun by the boss, and then the drum is passed to some writer standing near the grille for further shaking. The actual draw- (Continued on page 53) November, 1934 23 Football in the Air The Punt, Pass and Prayer Season Is On By Kenneth D. Fry UNLESS, during the interval between the time this is written and the time it appears in print, our newspaper scribes come to the same conclusion, this alert correspondent hereby serves notice that he has discovered the reason for the complete disappearance of all things fistic. The spirit of belligerency which is usually associated with the prize ring has been transferred to other — and more interesting — fields. Baseball absorbed a percentage of this fight and it came to light during the late stages of the National League race and continued to flare during the World Series, in which the actual outcomes of the contests were somehow lost in the whirl of Deans, the flying spikes, riots, and arm- waving act of Commissioner Landis. In more quiet but equally forceful fashion the expensive and complicated series of yacht races between the Endeavor and the Rainbow brought about a minor interna tional squabble which — it is sincerely hoped — will end the foolishness of the America's Cup contests. Protest flags were sent spinning upward with bewildering fre quency, until the judges apparently went back to their highballs and to hell with try ing to make sense out of the rules. And now football's in our laps. Of course, we don't have protests in football, excepting among the alumni, but something must have happened to givz the so-called underdogs the right to arise in their spirit of righteous wrath and kick the everlasting daylights out of some of the mighty. In the meantime our boxing commissions show life only when they reach for the near est bottle. Dust lies thick on their desks. By which roundabout fashion the business in hand is reached and you now have fair warning that this depart ment is going to cut loose on football. While the enthusiasm of the moment is still churning within this usually lethargic correspendent let us get on to the consider ation of one Ozze Simmons, the colored wraith who plays a lot of halfback for the University of Iowa. Since by some odd system never clearly analyzed things spec tacular in the Big Ten are dated either be fore or after the era of Red Grange, this dark demon of the gridiron is said to be the greatest running back since Grange. Sim mons hasn't yet had a chance to prove that, or disprove it, but certainly the day that Iowa played Northwestern, young Ozze from Ft. Worth was the greatest Big Ten open field runner since Grange, or before Grange, for that matter. He's as elusive as a wisp of smoke on a hazy autumn day. He runs, not in the gen erally accepted fashion — with knees high and feet pounding — but rather with minc ing steps. At times he gripped the ball with one hand and shook it in the face of the safety man. He shifts his hips from the grasp of would-be tacklers with nonchalance and goes his way merrily. The sad part of all this is, of course, that the Iowa line hardly performs well enough to allow Simmons opportunities to prove his worth. And the Iowa pass de fense — tsk, tsk. But those are matters which may be adjusted in a few weeks. If they are, and Simmons is allowed to get a yard or two past the line of scrimmage with out being nailed, a lot of fancy halfbacks are going to reach at the seat of his trousers as Ozze ozzes past them this year, and next, and the year after that. Remember Dick Crayne of Iowa? Crayne is a pretty spectacular football in his own right, but Simmons makes him look like a drudge. Since coming to Iowa Ozze has been working in an Iowa City garage, pol ishing cars and thinking about polishing enemy goal lines. He comes from an ordi nary colored family in Ft. Worth. His mother is a cook and brings in the income. Until Simmons went to Iowa he had never played football against white lads and from my observations of the Iowa- Northwestern game through a pair of good field glasses, he can't have a very high opinion of the way his white brethren handle their op ponents on the gridiron. How that lad can take it! Incidentally, the papers have been spell ing his name Oze. Ossie Solem, whose good fortune it is to have Simmons on his team, says his name is Ozze. The other "z" is probably for zip, which is a lousy joke of radio caliber and for which I apologize im' mediately. But the boy must be good; he hasn't half finished one season for Iowa and already the columnists are printing quaint stories about his antics. Mr. Harry G. Kipke, who inherited the coaching job at Michigan when things got too tough for Fielding Yost, turned author early this football sea son and shortly thereafter there appeared a highly intelligent discussion of football in the Satevepost. The capable Mr. Kipke, who can probably still play football better than most of the lads wearing the Maize and Blue, made one huge mistake. He should have made his players read the arti cle. Incidentally, Harold Fitzgerald, who was co-author of Kipke's piece, is a publisher at Pontiac, Mich. Furthermore Mr. Kipke is not a man of his word. In that article he made it quite clear that "if a halfback gets outside of one of my flankers, he'll have to buy a ticket and go up and sit in the stands." One distinctly pleasant October after noon Chicago was playing Michigan. Dur ing that afternoon Jay Berwanger, Maroon halfback, took the old leather around mid- field, skirted his right end, ran outside of Michigan's left end, galloped down the side line, watched young Tommy Flinn, Chicago quarter, neatly block the Michigan safety man, and ran for a touchdown. The papers had Patanelli playing right end for Michigan but Patanelli was playing left end, and he wasn't sent to the stands. Having witnessed all sorts of teams make chumps out of the Maroons during the majority of the last ten years, this child of nature went completely berserk when Chi cago scored its second touchdown against Michigan. One touchdown wasn't too much to bear but two caused this corre spondent to shake off his rheumatism and yell just like any silly undergraduate. Well, I felt entitled to a yell or two, even if the lady with whom I share the front bedroom did kick me on the shins and re mark, "Yeah, you used to scream about people who sit in the press box and cheer." My apologies to the assembled correspond ents, who failed to make mention of Flinn's elegant generalship at quarter for Chicago and his timely block of Berwanger's last barrier to the Michigan goal line. (George Morgenstern excepted.) It was a unique experience to see a Michigan team so completely demoralized and so utterly lethargic. With all due re spect to Chicago's job in rolling up four touchdowns on the Wolverines, the Ma roons were not as good as Michigan was bad. The Wolverine line piled all over itself and couldn't solve consistently Chi cago's simplest plays. And it was cheering to notice the human touch on the sidelines. When Tommy Flinn was called to the bench late in the contest, Coach Shaughnessy met him at the sideline, picked up the lad bodily and car ried him to the bench. And no matter what the Maroons might do later, and the way will be far more troublesome from now on, the new Chicago coach can mark that day up in large letters on his record. He pricked the Michigan bubble and brought life to the Midway once more. And you'll see more of Mr. Bartlett, Chicago's sopho more back. He's good, and that's that. Football is infinitely more interesting this fall than at any time during the past decade. The business of squelching the (Continued on page 54) November, 1934 25 A. GEORGE MILLER eorge W.(R ossetter PRESIDENT OF THE CHICAGO GRAND OPERA COMPANY. A MAN WHO HAS THE CIVIC CONSCIOUSNESS AND KNOWS FIGURES— THE VITAL NEED IN THE OPERA HOUSE. HE HAS BEEN PRESIDENT OF THE CHICAGO ASSOCIATION OF COMMERCE, DIRECTOR OF THE CRIME COMMISSION, MACHINE-GUN OFFICER WITH NINE MONTHS SERVICE OVER-SEAS— AND IS STILL GOING STRONG. PLAYS WITH HORSES AND FISH. HAS A FINGER IN ALMOST EVERY CIVIC PIE, FEET ON THE GROUND AND HEAD UP IN THE AIR Chicago Likes Its Music The Past Fair and the Coming Season Give Proof By Karleton Hackett CAN it be that Chicago is becoming. or has become, music-minded? Is it despite the so-called depression (through which we still hope we are pass ing) or because of it that our people in these last months have been flocking to music in such impressive numbers? At the Ford Gardens and at the Swift Bridge last summer everything was free, once you had paid your admission at the main gate. Consequently this great attend ance was held to be understandable, though nevertheless surprising to the hard-headed businessmen. At Fortuno Gallo's San Carlo Opera Company, however, this rule did not hold since you had to pay at the box office. Of course it must be stated at the outset that Mr. Gallo gives the best operatic value for one dollar that is to be obtained anywhere. Through all the years he has never failed the public and so they have come to have confidence in him. But if the public did not want opera it would make no difference how attractive the offering nor how moderate the price. Mr. Gallo is a practical man who knows the opera business inside out, which means that he understands the front of the house as well as he does the back. He must please the public, give them the music they wish to hear and provide singers who can sing it to their satisfaction. So he spends his money where it will count. Mr. Gallo has a heart, too, as well as a racial instinct for the essentials of a good performance. Carlo Peroni, his most capa ble conductor, was telling the other eve ning with deep appreciation how he suc ceeded in wrangling a tuba from Gallo for the Lohengrin performance. "You know as well as I do," said he, "what it means to give that magnificent score with an orchestra of thirty-four players. But I did so much want a tuba to bolster up the bass and finally Mr. Gallo, after looking over the house, let me have one; — 'But, remember, only for Chicago.' " The performance was worth it; only $15 extra, but think of the stiffening it gave to the artistic backbone when they knew that Gallo would spend that much just for art. Mr. Gallo keeps the same dependable nucleus for his company; Bianca Saroya, soprano, Ina Bourskaya, contralto, Dimitri Onofrei and Aroldo Lindi, tenors, Mario Valle and Chief Vau- polican, baritones and Carlo Peroni, the conductor. Each of these artists is routined, strong and of distinctive character. Then Mr. Gallo keeps up the interest by the frequent addition of "guest" artists, Mary McCormic, Rosalinda Morini, so prani and Leon Rothier, basso. Also he is constantly adding new blood and this year has two most promising artists; Edward Molitore, tenor, and Mostyn Thomas, bari tone. Practical orchestra and chorus, both con taining many familiar faces, and a good ballet. No deadwood carried but everybody must be able to pull something more than his own weight in the boat. Some really fine performances and always the full value for your dollar. Do the people like it? The Auditorium has been filled every night so far — two weeks — with several absolute sell-outs. Also the pleasure of the public has been un questioned even rising on occasion to regu lar outbursts of cheering! Did they go and cheer because it was cheap, or because they liked it? 1 he pleasure of the public over the playing of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra at the Ford Gardens last summer also made an impression on Henry Ford, and Mr. Ford is one who has to be shown. It was shown to him so con vincingly that for this coming winter he will have the Detroit Symphony broadcast every Sunday evening. (Thereby the continued existence of this orchestra is assured, a thing that was most doubtful.) When a man like Henry Ford comes to believe that the concerts of a symphony orchestra have such advertising value in the automobile world it certainly gives pause for thought. What is broadcasting symphony concerts likely to do to the attendance at the halls where the concerts are actually given? A great many people would like to know. But broadcasting is here and here to stay, so all organizations would best arrange their affairs accordingly. That people will ever come to prefer listening in over the air to hearing the real thing done by flesh and blood men hardly seems possible. Con sequently concerts will continue to be given for the people who wish to sit right in the hall and get it fresh from the griddle, — in a manner of speaking. But the other side of the picture must not be left out of ac count by those having these matters in charge. Frederick Stock is to make a gesture to the people of Chicago through the opera, since he has accepted an invitation to conduct Tristan und Isolde during the coming grand opera season. Also he has come to a radical if not revolu tionary decision; — namely so to cut the score as shall make possible the lowering of the final curtain by 11.15! Think of that! And to this he has pledged his word as a conductor and a gentleman. "There are many repetitions which instead of adding strength to that glorious music confuse and tire the listener. I believe that cuts can be made which will enhance the beauty and force of the music and at the same time bring the listener to the great moments with his mind fresh so that he will appreciate them." Words of wisdom and of artistic truth; — and how long have we waited for one in authority to pronounce them! If Mr. Stock makes good on his declared intention (and because of inevitable accidents back stage we will willingly give him five minutes lee way), he will do more to put "Tristan" in its proper place on the map than has ever been done before. How many times can you remember when that tremendous last act began after eleven? And now Mr. Stock says that he will finish about the time the others used to begin! Great. Frederick Stock conducting for the opera! Well, why not? The Civic Opera House and Orchestra Hall. Two vital cen ters of musical life. But why, of necessity, separate and distinct? Twenty-five years ago it was urged that these two great forces ought to unite since that by so doing the vigor and solidity of both would be tre mendously increased. It was too soon; might just as well have suggested that the Congregationalists and the Baptists of Mil- lersville, N. H., should unite, but both would prefer to starve to death in Christian animosity. They are, however, doing this same thing, uniting opera and orchestra, with great suc cess in Philadelphia and in Cleveland, for example. Making one subscription sale for both enterprizes; concentrating their ener gies instead of dissipating them. Supposing that in place of this intensive opera season with the public having to take it in big gulps or go without altogether it could be stretched out for six months. One week, symphony, the week following, opera! How much would the artistic values suf fer? When the Gewandhaus orchestra of Leipzig was at its most famous under the baton of Arthur Nikisch it was also the orchestra of the opera house. What is the Vienna Philharmonic? It is the orchestra of the Vienna opera. It is bound to come. Under the present conditions the overhead is too great, the performances come too fast and furiously, there is neither the time for rehearsal back stage nor the leisurely spirit out in front on which the fine results depend. November, 1934 27 Reaction to Audience Notes on Behaviorism in the Stalls By William C. Boyden WHEN the curtain rose on The Pur' suit of Happiness the critics were clustered in the Blackstone pit like shipwreck survivors on a raft. Around them a sea of empty seats. In the back of the house a smattering of the public. In visible were Dick Greiner, Judge Sabath, Charley Schwab, the other conventional first-nighters. The actors' voices echoed from the empty house. Then the drama found itself playing to a booming obligato. Feet tramping down aisles, dresses rustling, shirt-fronts crackling, unmodulated voices chattering. Society was arriving. The next morning three newspaper re viewers commented on the bad manners of the audience, an audience gathered by Sey mour Blair for the first production of his Playgoers, Inc. Annoyed at having the first act of an amusing comedy ruined, I complained to a cosmopolitan friend, one who has attended openings all over the world. I said I agreed with Miss Cassidy, Miss Frink, Mr. Stevens. My worldly friend replied: "Tut! Tut! Dear old boy! Chicago critics are provincial. They haven't been around. Why that audience last night con tained some of the most cultured spirits in the town. (He is right.) And their be havior! Perfect! Why, man, have you ever attended an opening in Paris or Ber lin? I thought not. What happened last night is nothing. Abroad they cheer, stamp their feet, hiss, whistle. Sometimes the police have to be called in to restore order. Say, what the American theatre needs is a worse behaved audience." In my customary mild manner I took issue with my friend. Not with his plea for a theatre audience badly behaved be cause of its super-charged feelings. But rather with the application of his theory to this particular audience. Consider the background. S eymour Blair, of the Chicago Blairs, lately returned from Paris. He is vitally interested in the the atre. With most praise-worthy motive he launched a scheme to make Chicago a pro ducing center. In this he has the cheers of everyone who loves the stage. The Pursuit of Happiness is not a Chicago production. But Playgoers, Inc., smartly decided to sponsor the show. Thus the new organiza tion would make itself known and pave the way for its own offerings later. Mr. Blair must have aimed to make his first opening a brilliant society affair. No other hypothe sis can account for the fact that most of the advance publicity was in the social rather than the drama columns; that no apparent effort was made to interest the Rialto in the premiere. In gathering his first-night audience, Mr. Blair did well. The crowd was, as my friend claimed, tres distinguee. Logic might infer that The Pursuit of Hap' piness could not have opened under more favorable auspices. An audience hand- picked; positively pregnant with culture; all friends and, in effect, guests of the producer. What actually happened? In the first place, as indicated, the curtain rose with no one present. No one, except the provincial critics and the aforesaid scouts from the masses. The first act was played to the clamorous entry of several hundred persons. It might be a good act. I shall never know, unless I go back for a second look. It was all lost in the hulla- balloo. It dragged like a temperance lecture to a class of freshmen. My travelled friend tells me that people are late for openings in other cities. Doubtless. But I'll take a bet that no New York play ever made its debut to an empty house. It can't be done. And I contend that by arriving half an hour late, Mr. Blair's friends proved their complete disinterest in his effort. And after the elite were in their seats (about the middle of the second act), what then? Then, as indif ferent an attitude towards drama as it has been my misfortune to witness. Mind you, I may be wrong in this. The upper classes are trained to hide their emotions. Maybe under the cloak of flippancy they were con cealing the vibrant attention one senses at an opening patronized by habitual first-nighters. But I don't think so. Certainly few actors have ever had to talk against so much social chit-chat. My friend says this is as it should be. I doubt if the actors would agree with him. Or any spectator with the bourgeois notion of wanting to hear what was said on stage. Or the reviewers who are hired to observe the play. The conclusion seems irresistible that a predominantly social gathering is not the best reception committee for a new play. History has proven the fact. A few years back Katharine Cornell opened her Age of Innocence to a benefit. That evening was, if anything, worse. The fact is that, while there are doubtless some social people who attend openings in the spirit of excited in terest, society, as such, is not sufficiently concerned with the drama to justify giving them the house on a crucial opening night. A premiere needs all types; that is, all types who get a thrill from the first rising of a curtain. I submit that Seymour Blair would be well advised to urge certain of his friends to return for his second opening, and like wise to invite the old-line first-nighters. Then he can be assured that someone be sides the critics will be on hand when the shooting begins. Nevertheless, Play goers, Inc., may have a success in The Pur suit of Happiness. Rarely has a play had a smarter idea, a young Hessian deserter in troduced to the jolly Colonial custom of bundling. If I hadn't gotten so het up over the audience, this article might deal with the subject of bundling. My erudite friends who have researched the subject in the Pub lic Library tell me that there is much piquant stuff in the books anent this cozy form of courtship. Some of their scholarly findings have already found space in the daily press. Enough so that practically everyone must know by now that bundling is the only form of fun-in-bed which re ceived the ungrudging sanction of our Puritan forefathers. The play is, of course, built around the revelation of this quaint custom to the young German who came to America to fight and remained to love. The bundling scene, most of the second act, is a gorgeous bit of comedy. Standing alone, this naughty episode would be worth a visit to the Blackstone. The first act may be much better than it seemed on the opening night. The third act is padded, but not enough to dissipate the charm engendered by the pre ceding moments. If the play had gone into the Cort Theatre, as originally announced, I would have predicted a six months' run. At the Blackstone, and with its social lean ings, I am not sure. Which brings me to Tonio Selwart. This young actor positively exudes charm. Trim figure, chiseled features, dimples, thick wavy blond hair. If the girls of the Town wake up to his presence, they may mob the mati nees. His acting ability is sufficient for the part, when coupled with his romantic at tributes. He could be funnier. But then people don't want attractive men to be funny. The next most interesting figure in the cast is Ann Pennington, more roly-poly than she was twenty years ago, but still a trig little body. She, too, might be funnier. But her gamin quality is well suited to the comedy maid who does her bundling in the haystack. A very pretty recruit from pic tures, one Joan Wheeler, plays the Colonial girl who teaches the young Hessian to bun dle. Miss Wheeler has invented a funny little prim walk, sort of Japanesy in style. Very quaint. She portrays appealingly the virginal innocent who has ideas of her own. I liked G. Swayne Gordon as a Virginia Colonel. The others are good enough. 28 The Chicagoan VANDAMM Helen Broderick - Clifton Webb - Dorothy Stone THREE WHO WILL PASS "AS THOUSANDS CHEER." IT IS A TRUISM TO REMARK THAT THESE CLEVER PEOPLE ARE IN THE TOP RANK OF THEIR PROFESSION. THEY WILL FOLLOW THE "FOLLIES" INTO THE GRAND IN EARLY NOVEMBER AND ARE HERE SEEN IN THE FAMOUS ROTOGRAVURE NUMBER. YOU VIEW THEM WHILE THEY ARE HAVING THEIR PICTURE TAKEN, BUT THEY WILL NOT LOOK MUCH DIFFERENT AS THEY SING TO THE SWING OF THE MUSIC IN THE "EASTER PARADE" NUMBER A TYPICAL ENGLISH EIGH TEENTH CENTURY DINING- ROOM WITH PALE GREEN WALLS BEAUTIFULLY DETAILED AND FILLED WITH EXQUISITE MINIATURE SILVERWARE AND ORNAMENTS. NOTE THE TINY TEA-SET ON THE TABLE IN THE FOREGROUND TO THE LEFT BRETON KITCHEN WITH BEAU TIFULLY CARVED ARMOIRE AND BEDS BUILT IN THE WALL. ONE WINDOW LOOKS OUT ON A GARDEN, THE OTHER ON THE SEA, WITH A BLUE FISH-NET DRYING IN THE SUN. A TYPICAL FRENCH PEASANT INTERIOR IN OLD BRITTANY THE 1885 KITCHEN, THE CLOWN OF THE COLLECTION, WHICH MRS. THORNE HESI TATED TO INCLUDE BUT WHICH PROVED TO BE ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR ROOMS IN THE EXHIBIT, PER HAPS BECAUSE SUCH KITCH ENS COME WITHIN THE MEM ORY OF MOST OF US. COM PLETE, EVEN TO THE CAT BY THE STOVE, AND THE OLD PUMP OUTSIDE THE DOOR A MODERN PENT-HOUSE DINING-ROOM WITH A VIEW OF CHICAGO'S MAGIC SKYLINE AT NIGHT BEYOND. MAR- BLEIZED WALLS, BLACK FURNITURE AND FLOOR, ROYAL BLUE VELVET DRAPERIES, BLUE GLASS WARE ON THE TABLE AND BUFFET ARE STUN NINGLY COMBINED IN THIS ROOM OF MANY GLISTENING SURFACES Mansions in Miniature Mrs. James Ward Thome's Perfect Reproductions By Kathryn E. Ritchie I FEEL as if I should be writing with a tiny pen made out of a humming-bird's feather, dipping it ever and anon into an upturned blue-bell for an inkpot. My words should all be very short and formed of diminutive letters so that you would have to read them through a magnifying glass. For I myself am only five inches tall, you see, and am perched on a milk- white toadstool dangling my tiny legs over its edge as I write. It's all because of Mrs. James Ward Thome's Miniature Rooms. They have had this effect upon me. They have taken me back to a world I have not explored since childhood — a world of tiny things created solely in my own imagination, which was buried years ago, but not forgotten. I saw them for the first time one day in October near the close of A Century of Progress. I wished I had seen them earlier so that I might have gone back again and again to wan der in and out the tiny gardens, to dine in splendor off the gilt service in the beautiful Louis XVI dining-room, to sleep in the grand Spanish bed with its headboard of gold inlaid with coral and ivory — once the top of some fashionable lady's comb. I should have liked to sit by the fire in the quaint little Breton kitchen, to have peeped into the books in the modern library, and nibbled on the infinitesimal doughnuts in the 1885 kitchen, even though I now know them to be nothing more nor less than small automobile tires purchased in the Five and Ten Cent Store and given a coating of sugar. But, of course, I don't really believe they're automobile tires. Each room is a miniature stage perfectly appointed, beauti fully lighted, where one feels that almost anything might hap pen, especially at night after the family has gone to bed. Gog and Magog, you feel, if you could only come on them suddenly enough, might be discovered in the act of riding in at the win dow on a stray moonbeam, dancing and cavorting about, trying on Grandma's spectacles which lie on the table beside the bed in the old Colonial bed-room, tangling up her basket of knit ting, and toasting their tiny toes before the fire. Miniature Rooms By Mrs. Thorne! ' The sign on the out side of the building where they were housed at the Fair told you simply this. It was merely big, bold lettering. It did not tell you, for instance, that these perfect little rooms were cre ated by a most charming lady, the wife of James Ward Thorne, of Montgomery Ward and Company affiliation; or that she was born with a love of little things, liked to make dolls' houses out of old starch boxes when she was a child, and enjoyed noth ing so much as to turn a tiny key in a tiny lock on her little house and all its secrets when she left it for the night. Mrs. Thorne began collecting miniature things at the time of the first World's Fair, the Columbian Ex position, in Chicago, when she was little Narcissa Niblack. She kept her treasures in a cabinet in her bed-room, and recalls that one of her biggest disappointments during those early days of collecting was that she was unable to bring home and put in the cabinet with the other things the weensy pancakes which Old Aunt Jemima at the Fair used to make for her out of just one drop of pancake batter. Mrs. Thorne has always made dolls' houses. She still makes them. I myself saw one in the process of construction in the work-room of her Lake Shore Drive apartment. You must not confuse these, however, with her miniature rooms. The dolls' houses she gives to children's hospitals and similar institutions. She never has sold one, commercially speaking, but now and then has allowed one to be disposed of in some way or an other for money which she then uses to help finance another dolls' house for a hospital. The miniature rooms, on the other hand, are perfect reproductions of some special type or period of decoration, and it is these which were displayed at A Century of Progress in their own special building, arranged around the sides of a darkened room, each one individually lighted so that they had the effect of a series of small stage settings. Wherever there is a window or an open door, Mrs. Thorne has created a minute garden or a little vista outside where the sun is shining, and it is through the windows and doors that the rooms are lighted. These glimpses add to the feeling of reality and are as fascinating in their (Continued on page 61) November, 1934 31 Miss Muriel Picher FINDS A FITCH JACKET VERY COM FORTABLE THESE CHANGEABLE DAYS. WITH IT SHE WEARS A HAT OF BROWN AND GOLD METAL CLOTH WITH A GOLD ORNAMENT. WHEN THE JACKET IS REMOVED MISS PICHER IS SEEN WEARING A WOOL CREPE DRESS IN A SOFT SHADE CALLED WOOD- ROSE. THE BUT TONS ARE AMBER. Mrs. W. Irving Osborne J COMBINES BROWN AND RED TO MATCH THE AUTUMN FOLI AGE. HER DRESS IS OF BRIGHT RED WOOL WITH RED BONE BUTTONS, AND THE HAT IS BROWN FELT WITH A CON TRASTING RED BOW. Miss Alice May Dickinson PERCHES A GOB HAT OF BLACK FELT AND GROSGRAIN RIBBON ON HER SOFT BLONDE CURLS. THE FULL LENGTH SKETCH SHOWS HER TWO PIECE WOOL DRESS IN A HERRINGBONE WEAVE OF BLACK AND GRAY. IT IS TRIMMED WITH AT TRACTIVE BLACK WOODEN BUTTONS. Mrs. John L Cochran WEARS A BROWN FELT HAT WITH A DASHING FEATHER OF BROWN, GOLD, AND GREEN. THE COLORS MATCH HER COAT WHICH IS DARK GREEN WITH A NUTRIA COLLAR. THE TWO PIECE DRESS IS OF BLACK CRINKLY CREPE TRIMMED WITH SMART RHINESTONE BUTTONS AT THE SHOULDERS. What System Do You Play: The Second of a Series of Articles on Contract ? By E. M. Lagron DURING the past five years we have seen a great parade of systems. Fanatics, mathematical geniuses, disgruntled satellites, psuedo experts, gam blers (who could no longer find "suckers," so became bridge experts) have all con tributed their "systems" to contract bridge. Each has promised the key to the promised land — each has* been guaranteed 100% fool proof. Like the proverbial Fourth of July rocket, they have blazed a trail of glittering nothingness, shone for a brief period in an awe-inspiring, superficial, press-agent "bally hoo," then faded and faded until they dropped in the night. Just another disap pointment for the editor, and total obscurity for the author. In the early days of Contract we had real 100% experts. Such men as Milton C. Work, Ely Culbertson, Wilbur Whitehead, Sidney Lenz, "Deck" Richards, and Chi cago's own beloved, Ned Tobin, who, with their associates, actually produced the game. They developed conventions, plays, bidding standards, rules, and eventually a "system." These men created contract bridge. Their constructive and analytical minds gave them the right to be called experts. They were experts in every sense of the word. Today, the work has all been done — the present day variety of master players who seem to relish the title of "expert" are only applying the principles and laboratory re sults of the pioneers of contract. Their predecessors were experts. They are but master players. I wish it were within my power to talk to each and every one of that great Amer ican Bridge Family. I would like to battle that system "bug-a-boo." Naturally any game that reaches such immeasurable popu larity as Contract will attract parasites, salamanders and commercial vultures who seek to sell their personal wares. All of this has tended to throw a haze around the game. It has added a mysterious atmosphere that confuses the embryonic player. The student trembles at the thought of playing contract with strangers. His first thought is "What system do you play?" This is all wrong. There is but one system and that is contract bridge. A few years ago over 90% of the people in this country were agreed on the system. Heaven knows they had suffered enough to understand and perfect it. A raider ap peared on the horizon. A new "system," a perfect "system" had been found. Teachers renounced their old comfortable game and deserted to the new idol. Unfortunately "all that glitters is not gold" and one by one they returned to the folds of the mother system. Just as the invading armies of the Greeks and Mohammedans conquered and occupied Europe only to be driven therefrom, leaving, however, definite examples of their teaching and influence in the literature, art and architecture of Europe, so with contract bridge. Our pres ent day method of play (let's not call it a system) is the result of the best ideas assimi lated from the lost causes, but now com pletely embraced within the parent system. Bidding systems may be good, bad or in different, but I am fully convinced that a master player using a bad system, can easily win from a poor player using a good sys tem. After all, contract bridge is a game, not a mechanical diversion. It challenges the ingenuity of its players, fascinates them with its refreshing flexibility. No style of play that dictates arbitrarily what a player should do in each and every instance, can succeed. After all, the game is a test of the skill of its players and not the soundness of the so-called systems. A player who is a slave to a mechanical system is a mere robot. He would prove an easy prey to the onslaughts of aggressive opponents armed with experi ence and knowledge, plus a flexible system. Recently I saw a hand that Willard Karns played in an East ern tournament a few years ago, and Mr. Karns uses this hand as an example of slam bidding in his very fine book Karns Bridge Service. SOUTH SPADES 8 4 HEARTS A Q 8 4 DIAMONDS A CLUBS A J 9 7 3 2 WEST SPADES 7 6 5 3 2 HEARTS 5 3 2 DIAMONDS K Q J 4 2 CLUBS None NORTH SPADES A Q 10 HEARTS K 7 DIAMONDS 8 6 3 CLUBS 10 8 6 5 4 EAST SPADES K J 9 HEARTS J 10 9 6 DIAMONDS 10 9 7 5 CLUBS KQ THE BIDDING SOUTH WEST 1 CLUB 1 DIAMOND 3 DIAMONDS (1) PASS 4 HEARTS PASS PASS PASS NORTH EAST 2 CLUBS 2 DIAMONDS 4 CLUBS (2) PASS 6 CLUBS (3) PASS (1) A forcing cue bid * indicating no losing tricks in the Diamond suit. * A cue bid — usually a mention of opponents bid suit, inferring either first round control of this suit, or showing a void in the suit. Forcing to game. (2) Having no biddable suit, Club sup port is the only bid. (3) After South bids Hearts, North bids for slam in Clubs, which he had considered on the previous round. OPENING LEAD: A Spade lead will defeat the contract, with clubs not breaking, but in actual play the Diamond King was led. Mr. Karn, the declarer, having the reputation of bluff cue bids of this type. THE PLAY This hand is a typical elimination play. Declarer after leading Clubs once, must eliminate all Hearts and Diamonds from his own and dummy's hands, and then throw East in the lead with a Trump. If East leads a Diamond, declarer can discard in one hand and trump in the other. If East leads up to dummy's A Q, the contract is also assured. I was particularly impressed with the bid ding psychology as well as the tactics used by the partners in arriving at their contract and I use it here as an example of bidding information. Certainly Mr. Karns and his partner gave each other a very accurate picture of the hands. Shall we give credit to their "systems" or to the skill of the players. Frankly, 1 prefer to burn my incense at Karn's altar and acknowledge his skill in bidding rather than to credit the accuracy of his system. Last week I dropped into one of our loop clubs and, of course, eventually wound up in the card rooms. I saw a little, grey-haired Doctor sitting in the North position. He had a glitter in his eye. It was serious business with him- Suddenly, I heard (Continued on page 44) 34 The Chicagoan the casual camera by A. George Miller THE REST OF THE FOOTBALL SQUAD OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO'S REVIVED MAROONS WATCHING THEIR TEAM MATES RUN UP A 27 TO 0 SCORE AGAINST THE FADING UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN WOLVERINES AT STAGG FIELD A CHICAGO BACK, PROBABLY BERWANGER OR BARTLETT, FOR THEY WERE ALWAYS AT IT, CARRYING THE BALL THROUGH MICHIGAN BEHIND FINE INTERFERENCE, THE LIKE OF WHICH IS A NOVELTY TO MAROON FOLLOWERS THE GLORY THAT WAS GREECE— THE OLD FIELD MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY REBORN INTO THE MUSEUM C ¦ >F SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY ON ITS OLD JACKSON PARK SITE, THE LARGEST TECHNICAL MUSEUM IN THE WORLD .'.'KRrr \Ml mmm. ^:M^w:mt^ m ¦ ¦ ! ¦ ¦ . :¦:¦¦... . , ¦ ¦ : ¦ .-¦¦¦::¦ .¦ . ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦¦ ¦¦¦,...... 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The first truckload of fuel for those long winter eve- nings has been trundled into the store room and the second or December van is alongside as I square away from Mr. L. C. Smith's great little convenience, the typewriter, to inquire of Mr. Smith why he doesn't invent a no less helpful device to be called the typereader. Fd buy half a dozen of them sight unseen and still yearn for the life of a sailor. But I wouldn't turn one of the machines loose on Christina Stead's Salzburg Tales. No, indeed. I would turn you loose on them, though, and I do so, herewith, lifting the volume out of its alphabetical niche in the columns that follow for that es' pecial purpose. Don't ask me about the book — read it. And keep it (this by way of reminding you of the coupon below) and read it again some day. And of the other books of the month there is the following to be said: Adam's Daughter — Wells Wells — Appleton-Century : Of course Adam's daughter is my favorite child and I enjoy reading about her — Agrippa to Zenobia — and more and more. Wells Wells says it has always been a woman's world and that is enough to pique anyone's curiosity. See Adam's Daughter. — M. K. The Age of Confidence — Henry Seidel Canby — Farrar & Rinehart: Dr. Canby seeks, by painting the picture of stability and certainty in American life in the 1890's and early 1900's, to illuminate our own so-called tumultuous times. But we came out of our experience with these essays on Then and the im' plied Now with the conviction that mores and attitudes of thirty or forty years ago can offer us no comfort, consolation, or hope today because human attitudes change at such an ac celerating rate, that the past can offer no sound advice for the future. Most of you well past middle age will like it, and in any case it is grand, flavorsome writing. — V. W. A. American Secret Service Agent — Don Wil\ie — Stokes: Real detective methods are revealed, actual cases reported as officially and successfully worked out, purposes, organization and function of the Secret Service are presented in the matter- of-fact and tremendously informative and encouraging manner of a man whose father's life and his own has been given to the unsung defense of the United States and its people. If you ever read a detective story, or if you haven't, read this portfolio of facts.— W. R. W. Brinkley Manor — P. G. Wodehouse — Little, Brown: Funnyman Wodehouse turns out another full-length novel about Jeeves, the greatest manservant in literature. But maybe you read it in the Satevepost under the title of Right-Ho, Jeeves. — W. D. P. The Casino Murder Case — S. S. Van Dine — Scribners: Vance and his cohorts are again on hand to watch a puzzling murder plot unfold. Between spells of unloading large quanti ties of extraneous knowledge on an avid reading public, Vance does some really fine deducing. The theme might be termed "poison amid the gaming tables," with gambling systems, rou lette, and a cold-eyed croupier vying for honors. I defy you to pick the murderer. — J. McD. The Death and Birth of David Markand — Waldo Fran\ — Scribners: An intentionally tremendous telling of the story of a man whose story is reputedly the story of men in the period THE CHICAGOAN 407 S. Dearborn Street, Ch cago, Illinois. Book Editor: 1, too, am of Spartan sp member of your Keep-Your-Book Club you and what's a good book to start irit, so enroll me without cost to with? as Tie a or 40 The Chicagoan SOLE AGENTS FOR THE UNITED STATES: Schieffelin & Co., NEW YORK CITY. IMPORTERS SINCE 1794 November, 1934 41 PEGGY SAGE /%^ 'leu/a 3j& THE GIFT OF THE HOUR FOR SMART CHICAGOANS Cosmetics, First Floor. Also in our Evanston and Oak Park Stores. 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Edison, His Life, His Work, His Genius — William Adams Simonds — Bobbs-Merrill : A chronide of achievement set at ever increasing speed. We know, now, why we did not like the story at first, and why we needs must return to it again and again. We dislike to be reminded how lazy we are mentally and physically. We find joy and reassurance in knowing man's potentialities are a proved reality. This book is both a spur and a challenge. We defy you to read it and retain your average lazy complacence. — V. W. A. The Emotional Self — Arthur Zaidenberg — Claude Ken dall: Information customarily confined to the textbooks of psychiatrists and their train is boiled down in an unsensationally worded if over emphasized preface to a collection of amply in formative if wholly modernized pictures reported to have been exhibited publicly and were you there Sharlie? — W. R. W. Entirely Surrounded — Charles Brac\ett — Alfred A. Knopf: If you ever had a wish to spend a week end with the literati, this will probably cure you. Three days of horseplay, wisecracks and temperament. Entertaining to read, and you may recognize some of the characterizations. — E. S. C. The Folks — Ruth Suc\ow — Farrar &? Rinehart: While it is difficult to recommend 727 pages of entertainment in October, you might keep The Fol\s in mind for the long winter nights. This might be the story of any American family, but it happens to be about the Fergusons, their two daughters and a son. It is a human interest story, one you'll surely enjoy. — G. K. Gay Crusader — Magdalen King-Hall — Appleton-Century : Sir Fulk de Lacy and his son-squire follow Richard the L. H. to the Holy Land, dallying in France with lovely ladies and enjoy ing the life — the fighting, looting, loving, fun — of the Crusade. Very amusing, original and vigorous, with a well developed background of habits, customs, color. By the author of The Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion. — P. McH. Give Me Death — Isabel Briggs Myers — Stokes : I blame this mystery for the loss of one good night's sleep and if you've got something on your mind too I recommend it heartily. — W. R. W. Hell! Said the Duchess — Michael Arlen — Doubleday, Doran: The "Jane the Ripper" murders got the United King dom very much excited in the year 1938. And there is an Arlenian character, the lovely young Duchess of Dove, and others. The book probably deserves more wordage than this, but the Arlen style is still as easy to burlesque as it was when Corey Ford did that 'way back. It's called a "Bedtime Story," but I took my eight hours instead. — D. C. P. How Good a Detective Are You? — H. A. Ripley — Stokes: The minute mysteries you've seen in the daily prints and lately on the screen, or maybe not the same ones but others like them, are assembled in an adroitly arranged book that makes as fine a parlor game, or solo diversion, as you ought to care to have.-— W. R. W. I Live to Tell — The Russian Adventures of an American Socialist — Bobbs-Merrill: This is an intimate narration of the author's adventures and experiences during and after the Revo lution in Russia. Some of the incidents are shocking, others quite thrilling and all deeply interesting. — C. B. O'N- Lustrous Heroine — Elizabeth Leavelle — Farrar 6? Rinehart: This is the story of a Chinese girl who seeks and finds happiness in spite of the handicap of being the daughter of a peasant. Through plague and famine, horror and fear she retains her courage and beauty. Chinese life and customs furnish a color ful background for the central figure. — P. B. James MacGregor from America — Marion Bullard — Dut- ton: With drawings by the author. Little Scottish Terrier 42 The Chicagoan James MacG. takes a trip to Europe with his mistress. It's a true story, and any dog owner or dog lover ought to go for it. Being both, I read it aloud to my Wire. She liked it a lot, but she rather dropped into a doze beside me toward the end. It was nearly midnight, though, so it wasn't the book. — D. C. P. Making Pottery — Walter DeSager — Studio Publications: The author of this work was formerly the Editor of Creative Hands. His story of one of the ancient crafts together with step-bystep processes of making pottery and selected examples of fine Pottery from primitive times to the present gives as satis fying treatment of the subject as any one needs. — M. K. Omar Khayyam — Harold Lamb — Doubleday, Doran: Khora- san in eleventh century Persia, and Omar, son of Ibriham of the Tentmakers, a real human figure who achieves eminence in as tronomy and philosophy and revolts against the fixed ideas of his age with passionate intensity. And because revolt against fixed ideas of one's time is dangerous, Omar met disappointment and tragedy, found surcease in the nepenthe of the grape, and — but you know the rest of it if you know that each rubai Omar left is but an expression of his own life in a purely realistic but powerfully imaginative vein. You will enjoy Fitzgerald's para- phrasings more than you ever have before after you have read this imaginative biography. — V. W. A. Picture Making by Children — R. R. Tomlinson — Studio Publications: The senior Inspector of Art to the London County Council is the author of this first full-length book on the subject. It contains drawings and paintings from many different countries and describes the teaching producing them. The ages of the artists run from 4 to 15. It is a valuable aid for teacher and educationalist. — M. K. The Proud and the Meek — Jules Romains — Knopf: The master narrator gives us the third volume of Men of Good Will to partially quell our thirst for more Romains. It shall never be quelled. — M. K. Reach for the Moon — Royce Brier — Appleton-Century : The star reporter of 1934 (Pulitzer prize winner) writes about a star reporter of the early 1900's with plenty of dash and earthquake. — M. K. The Red Tiger — Don S\ene — Appleton-Century: See them promenade. Dizzy dames with blondined hair and their cauli- flowered -eared escorts; the Knights of the Squared Circle and their ladies. Watch the cream of fight managers do his stuff, with brass bands blaring and sports headlines roaring. It's fic tion, pretty thinly veiled in spots, but don't miss this little num ber. P. S. — Damon Runyon thought it was good too. — J. McD. Salt of the Sea— Sinbad — Lippincott: Defiant, reckless, and devil-may-care, Red Saunders is an English gentleman forced to leave home under a cloud. Scoffing at law and man- made customs, Saunders goes his merry way, a genial pirate of the Indian Ocean and South Sea Islands. It's an epical-biog raphy, and the best sea story of the year. — J. McD. Still Dead — Ronald Knox — Dutton: A laboriously writ ten Father Knox murder tale. A man is killed and his body put on ice until all the petty insurance details are cleared up. That's all — and it's dull. — J. McD. Whalers of the Midnight Sun — Allan Villiers — Scrib ners: I take my sea-faring in small doses and I'm stretching this one over a goodly period. To date the trip is all I hoped it would be and maybe you'd like to get away for a spell likewise. — W. R. W. When Yellow Leaves — Ethel Boileau — Dutton: Another delightful English family by the author of A Gay Family, this new one is in a more serious vein. The ancestral acres, Vane Royal, are being lost through financial misfortune until a charm ing and witty American actress, through acute ingenuity, saves them for the Englishman of her heart. Don't miss this one. — J. McD. The Wolves — Guy Mazeline — Macmillan. The Goncourt Prize winner of 1932, translated by Eric Sutton, is a long, long story (775 pages) about Maximilian Jobourg and his family. It is sad to watch the decline of a family (even in print) but the author's knowledge of the famous port (place of his birth) Le Havre saturating the leaves makes the book worth your time. M. Mazeline knows his port. — G. K. Women in White — Peter Delius — Lippincott : Not a gory chronicle of events in a hospital, but an entertaining story of the human side of the medical profession. — P. B. November, 1934 ; LAtuSe tue J4€ Ct Are you studying world cruises? Thinking of the ship that will be your home for more than four months? Here's some thing you should know: The Empress of Britain is twice the size of any other world cruise liner! You may have your own apartment, not just a Balinese Dancers cabin. You can play tennis or squash on full-size courts . . . swim in two pools, indoor and outdoor. You can gather with new friends in great lounges or cozy nooks ... or slip away for a quiet day of sun-loafing. There's room. The Empress of Britain is the fast ship that speeds into port earlier . . . stays longer . . . gives you time to do more on shore. FROM NEW YORK JAN. 10. Go the route of routes. See eight Mediterranean ports in their brilliant season . . . India in com fortable weather. Cambodia and Angkor . . . Siam. 2 days in Bali, the island paradise. China . . .Japan. With days, not just hours, to really see these fascinating places, because the fast Empress of Britain takes less time en route. 32 famous ports. 130 days of holiday life. Fares from $2150. Apartment with bath, from $3800. Both include standard shore programme. Details from your own agent or Canadian Pacific, J. C. Patteson, Steamship Gen eral Agent, 7 1 EJacksonBlvd., Chicago, 111. Phone Wabash 1904 Empress°Britain WORLD CRUISE spades HEARTS X X X X X X "But Darling, what if I am a little hot headed? It's over in a minute!" What System Do You Play? (Begin on page 34) a commotion at his table. There was a real "Post-mortem" under way, and being a full-fledged 33rd degree kibitzer, I just had to enter the affray. The poor little doctor was in the "dog-house." His partner, opponents and kibitzers were all jumping down his poor back. He had opened the bid ding as dealer "vulnerable" and had re-bid in answer to his partner's forcing jump-shift. His eyes sparkled with fire. His back was against the wall. But he stuck to his guns. His "system" permitted opening the bidding with a hand that con tained three quick tricks, and he had them. Here was his hand: diamonds clubs A A X K X X X I took one quick look at that hand, and when his partner turned to me for my opinion, I suddenly remembered that my wife was waiting dinner for me. Now, just among ourselves, would you bid that hand? I wouldn't and I hope that here on the pages of the Chicagoan that "ye editor" allots us strange mortals known as "contract fans," we can eventually agree that the "system" is not so im portant as the players. Let's play contract. Let's forget about "systems." Pilgrimage to Germany (Begin on page 15) is depleted at regular intervals by defensive wars and that every third or fourth female born in Paris has no hope of realizing the whole-souled ambition of this nationality: marriage and procreation pour patrie. Germany is placed in a favorable position for tourists by the doubling of the price of the franc together with a currency regulation of its own. Germany, like Hungary, has so stringent a currency embargo that emigrants are not permitted to take their fortunes with them. What they are permitted to do is to sell their blocked reichsmarks to American banks at a great loss. The American bank pays them cash and then sells the marks (still in German banks) to American tourists for expenditures in Germany. The tourist buys these marks from the bank at something like a thirty per cent, discount from the prevailing rate of exchange, the only injunction being that the travellers' checks issued for the marks must be cashed in Germany and that the money must not be used for making purchases of goods to be sold. Thus the marks of the emigrants remain in Ger many, and, while this system prevails, Germany is the cheapest country in the world for the tourist. So, while his cut-rate marks last, your Amerikaner takes a prolonged look at Germany and prepares to set himself up as an expert on his return. By his own definition of an expert, the least he can possibly do is qualify. 44 The Chicagoan Beauty And the Feast By Polly Barker HAVE you been thinking of the approaching holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and their usual over abundance of tempting delicacies, with horror at the thought of what they will do to your waistline? Crisp fall days with many hours spent in the open do create an appetite, es pecially for that brown October ale, all of which is grand, but contributes to that spare tire effect. Skip all the worry and especially the doubt as to what you should eat and why by transferring your problem to a capable salon where a complete study of your proportions will be made. They will prescribe a course of diet, exercise and treatment suited to your individual needs so you may get the maximum results with the minimum effort. You may be surprised and pleased to find how little diet and ex ercise are necessary. With the more formal attire of the winter social season, and the new fashions demand ing so much of the figure they adorn, we find ourselves be coming contour conscious. Efforts along this line will be found well worth the time and expense when you step into a svelte evening gown and your escort comments on your girlish figure. You girls needn't think you are exempt, for many a young figure is in need of a little remodeling or at least circulation stimula tion. There are several salons or shops in Chicago which have special departments de- ''«" M voted to body building so you should be able to find the course of treatments just suited to your purse and inclination among the seven described in this article. One salon has an excellent method of rejuvenation which re quires neither diet nor exercise and has the added advantage of being able to either build up or reduce the figure. In this sys tem body beauty is achieved through circu lation, elimination and relaxation by means of a cabinet designed for this purpose. The first step is a rub with camphor ice and then you are comfortably settled in the cabinet. Then a bath of violet colored light induces complete relaxation. Following this red lights stimulate circulation and open the pores. The alter nation of these violet and red lights causes perspiration but does not overheat the body. Scientific reduction of any section of the body is accomplished by the aid of magnetism emanating from solenoid pads that have a surging current to massage away the fatty tissues. The last step is a bath in the sunlight rays, which are soothing and a tonic at the same time. While this is go ing on you will be given a facial. The treat ment in the cabinet is followed by a Hi>» shower bath and a massage. This may be Fortutrd nished on request A new system of body building which has just been installed in one of the downtown shops requires no diet, no exercise, and does not believe in the use of the steam cab inet. The originator of this system feels that dieting fails for three reasons: it won't re duce special parts of the figure, it is disturb ing to the digestive system, and it causes mental unrest. However, it is quite all right to diet by reducing the food consumption in quantity but maintaining a well-balanced menu. Exercise, except for sports which combine enjoyment with activity, are not required because they are felt to cause fatigue, increase the ap petite, and turn the fatty tissues into muscle which is harder to ft ¦s <L -j- supplemented by a diet which will be fur- Then, please, Sehor, do it this way: i jigger of Bacardi Juice of half a green lime i bar-spoonful granulated sugar Shake well in cracked ice If you have been to Cuba, you have tasted the Bacardi cocktail. You know how delicious it is. And you may have wondered, perhaps, why so often you order a Bacardi cocktail in this country and find it — delightful, yes — but different perhaps from what you have re membered. Well, then, here is the Cuban way. So now you can treat your guests to the real, true Bacardi cocktail that every visitor from Cuba has always talked about. IMPORTATION Avoid Substitutes — See the Bottle Schenlcy Import Corporation, sole agent in the United States for Compania Ron Bacardi, S. A. November, 1934 45 MIXES BETTER! You've never tasted a real Martini, until you've had one made with really dry gin . . .Just try this recipe: 'Plymouth" Dry Gin, % French Vermouth, and 2 or 3 dashes of Orange Bitters. Stir with cracked ice and strain into a cocktail glass. Add an olive or a piece of lemon peel. Distilled and bottled in England. ¦^ FREE ! Send for Souvenir Book — containing Car toon History of Coates "Plymouth" Gin with Limer ick text, and Improved Recipes for America's Favorite Drinks. Address our New York office, G. H. Mumm Champagne (Societe Vinicole de Champagne, Succes sors) and Associates, Incorporated. La Maison Francaise, 610 Fifth Avenue. Coxztej &- Co. ORIGINAL DISTILLED TT PLYMOUTH Tf remove. Steam or paraffin baths are not approved by this sys tem because they reduce the weight through loss of moisture by perspiration and after the first drink of water the weight returns. In this system three kinds of treatment are given: to reduce one-half, one-third, or all of the body. Excellent service is offered with an individual dressing room and a vault for valuables. When in the application room, a solution is applied to the sections to be reduced. Then you recline com pletely wrapped in an electric blanket which is at a tempera ture of 140 degrees, just warm enough to open the pores and warm the blood stream. You are allowed to relax for five or ten minutes until the circulation is good and then the tempera ture is reduced to 125 degrees. The feet up to the knees are massaged and manipulated with nourishing cream and then powdered. The hands next receive the same treatment. Then the portion of the body to be reduced is manipulated by hand and with an electric rolling pin. You again relax for five minutes, then arise for a shower and alcohol pack to close the pores. Body contour is carefully emphasised in another shop and proper proportions are carefully studied. Exercise and diet are not featured here either, but a steam cabinet is used for five to seven minutes to warm the body, open the pores and eliminate poisons. An electric blanket is used also and is always kept over the portions not being manipulated with the patented solu tion. A porcelain rolling pin is used to further reduce fatty tissues. Your treatment is followed with a cold shower and a neck and chin application. Here too, you may have your choice of three courses. Charts and careful measurements are kept. At another salon two types of treatments are given. One is a circulatory treatment which you may take singly. This is designed to tone up the system and impart a feeling of well- being. Relaxation between warm electric pads is followed by a skillful massage and cold sponge. The reducing course, also given here, consists of thirteen treatments per month, one every other day. There is a usual loss of one to two inches a month. In this treatment relaxation between the large electric pads is followed by hand manipulation with the patented reducing so lution. A porcelain rolling pin and little rubber patters are used additionally. A shower or cold sponge completes the treat ment and imparts a sense of well-being, as well as pleasure at the thought of inaugurating a campaign for figure control. All that is required of you personally is relaxation— no diet. If you think that nothing can quite take the place of exer cise, one of the salons has a grand department devoted to that alone. Correct posture is the basis of their treatment, which includes a massage course, relaxing and stretching work and reducing and building exercises, all designed especially for the individual. A physical history is taken and nothing suggested that would not be approved by your physician. Foot exercises are suggested when necessary and special posture work is given for children. At any time you may have a free analysis of your posture. In conjunction with the exercises, diet is suggested, stressing proper food combinations, and that too is individual. Also two sorts of baths may be taken. One is a paraffin bath and Swedish massage, while the other is a massage beneath sun lamps. For special spots a rolling machine is used and if you care to be very strenuous, you may pedal off a few pounds. Another salon has a body department where you may have single treatments or enroll in a course. You may have single portions reduced or the whole figure. A complete massage with luxurious massage cream may be just what you need to be in perfect condition or perhaps a treatment in the electric cab inet would be more suited to your needs. All the treatments are suggested for the individual, as are the diets and exercises. If you prefer steam baths or packs as well as electric cabinets and massage, you may care to visit an establishment not in the loop, but which draws its patrons from a wide territory. Here too you may find exercises and a course of diet prescribed for you personally. CORRECT YOUR CONTOURS Elizabeth Arden — Exercise Department La Florence Baths — Oak Park. Mac Gregor Rejuvenation Method — Marshall Field and Go. New Modern Method of Body Contour — Mandel Brothers. Helena Rubinstein — Body Department. Wilson Method — Carson Pirie Scott and Co. Zel-Ray Science of Body Culture — Charles A. Stevens. The Chicagoan Shops About Town Christmas Is Coming Up, You Know By Elizabeth Fraser HERE it is November, with a hey nonny nonny, and if the first snowflake hasn't fallen yet, it's going to pretty soon. Suddenly one day after Thanksgiving you're go ing to wake up and think in a panic, "Only a month until Christmas, and I haven't bought a thing!" Well, take heart and give ear! Here's your faithful shopper who's been walk ing her heels off for lo, these last three weeks poring over show-cases and snooping into odd corners to see what she could pick up for you in the way of November suggestions. Of course, none of the strictly so-called Christmas things were on display when I was looking about, but they ought to be ap pearing along with the scarlet-capped Salvation Army lassies and the dejected-looking Santa Clauses about the last of the month. We'll go into all those things later, but right now is a good time to buy some of your larger and more substantial gifts which don't need to be especially Christmassy, before the shops are crowded and while you still have room and time to think. The successful housewife, you know, according to the editor of House and Garden, is one who never subjects her family to eating off the same china 365 days out of the year, nor does she oblige them to gaze on the same fern dish. She tries in stead to give each meal a "fresh nuance by a change of flower bouquet, china, glass, silver and linen." These are all things you might well consider for Christmas gifts, for they will bring delight to any housewife. Send her a piece of the exquisite modern Venetian glass which is appearing now in all sorts of new finishes and fantastically modern shapes. Marshall Field's glassware section has the most beautiful pieces, a vase, for in stance, in the shape of a large flat blue-striped fish flecked with silver standing on its tail with its mouth wide open for holding P-wers. It's simply stunning and costs only $10.00. Another distinctive gift would be a dozen service plates in the new brown and white color scheme, these being of white opaque glass bordered in deep brown with a modernistic daisy in the center standing primly amid three great swirling brown leaves in a plot of brown soil. These sell for $25.00 a dozen and would add undeniable sophistication to a dinner-table. Salad plates to maHi sell for $15.00, as do the after-dinner coffee cups. Really they're quite the smartest thing I've seen in glassware for a long time. Realizing the importance of finger tip charm to the fashion able sophisticate, Peggy Sage has introduced gay new sets of her authentic Salon Manicure preparations housed in lovely satin cases, selling for $7.00, and sturdy Morocco leather ones at $10.00. The leather cases come in brown, blue, black and in white pigskin fastened with a patented slide, while the satin case is in black lined with white moire. Both cases contain a complete set of Peggy Sage preparations and are available in the cosmetic department. A.T Watson and Boaler's you'll revise all your ideas of what the ideal breakfast tray should be when you see the one I saw here, and if you have one of those husbands who sends you out shopping for your own Christmas present, I'd suggest that you stop in and look at this. It's turquoise blue china, very complete, even to the toast rack and covered marmalade dish, and it stands on a lemon-yellow tray. All the little spouts and knobs and handles are of silver lustre, and there's a blue handled knife, fork and spoon to match. These can be bought separately for $6.00, while the set of china costs $37.50. At Tatman's, besides their always bewildering array of china, decorative accessories, Georgian silver and lovely glassware, I saw something which I took at first to be a set of books bound in mirror glass with gilt edges. Imagine my surprise when it opened up and there was a small radio concealed inside. A seven-volume "History of England" in beautiful gold-tooled white calfskin proved to be the same surprise. The mirror- glass set sells for $65.00, the leather one for $47.50. Either one would be charming for a lady's boudoir. At oaks-Fifth Avenue I found something very, very dazzling Here every spot is sacred. But beyond your memories of exquisite or frenzied allegorical dances will endure the impres sion of a rare people, beautiful and proud. N, 4? '*„ **. %¦ ^ «/ V 4? "">. '* -iT >«* *"<,, ^ J? THIS WORLD CRUISE SPECIALIZES IN ENCHANTING ISLES The lithe bronze dancers . . . the bell-like music . . . the unhurried peace of Bali . . . these things are real ! Stop dreaming about them and GO. But choose the route which makes a specialty of enchanting isles. Here is an unusual itinerary . . . mapped for unusual people . . . who can t be content with deck chairs and souvenirs. Such people know the Franconia was especially built to provide them every world cruising comfort. They know, too, that Cunard White Star hospitality is unexcelled on the seven seas. Although these considerations are important, pri marily they're after something else — the zest which the Australasia, South Africa and South America route gives them in such full measure. The 1935 Around -the -World Cruise, which sails from New York January 12th, from Los Angeles January 26th, takes 139 days, visits 33 ports and covers 37,070 miles. Earliest reservations are best, and your local agent or Cunard White Star or Cook's will help you plan. Rates, including shore excursions, are as low as $1750; $125 less from Los Angeles. We'll be pleased to send you a descrip tive booklet, giving full details. CUNARD WHITE STAR LTD. 346 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago THOS. COOK & SON 350 No. Michigan Ave., Chicago ZEST IN WORLD CRUISING FRANCONIA THE ONLY AROUND-THE-WORLD CRUISE TO AUSTRALASIA, SOUTH AFRICA & SOUTH AMERICA November, 1934 47 tczamorim Not only on the Continent but also in the States, the gracious hostess chooses wines from Compaiiia Mata's rare vintages. With social activities in their greatest splendor . . . with holidays close at hand . . . she, like the Connoisseur of the old world, will show her hospitality by serving those inimi table wines from sunny Spain ... the land of romance . . . where Compania Mata produces in its vineyard estates, the choicest of wines with full flavour and mellow bouquet. AMONTILLADOS "Barbian" Amontillado of 1870 "Matusalen" Amontillado of 1835 SHERRIES Sherry Very Old Amontillado — 25 years Sherry Extra Pale Selected — 10 years Sherry Fine Oloroso — 5 years Sherry Choice Solera — 5 years MALAGAS Malaga Dry Pale — 5, 10, 25 and 50 years Malaga Sweet Brown — 5, 10, 25 and 50 years MUSCATELS Muscatel Gold — 10, 25 and 50 years Nectar Muscatel — 15 years LAGRIMA CHRISTI Lagrima Christi — 25 and 50 years Because of their intrinsic superiority each bottle, inimita bly wrapped in silver or gold foil, is dated and sealed with silk tassel . . a safeguard against unscrupulous refilling. Compania Mata's wines are served in the better hotels, clubs and wine establishments and are exclusive importations of THE SPANISH WINE COMPANY, /NC. 190 NORTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, U. S. A. and glamorous for you this month — a cocktail bag, like a flat purse, made of cloth of silver, lined with white satin. It has pockets for cigarettes, a mirror, a flat compact, lip-stick and perfume, with a center compartment for comb and loose change. It's the most stunning thing of its kind I've ever seen; comes in cloth of gold as well as silver; sells for $20.00, and is an Elisabeth Arden creation. Also at Saks, I saw some wonderful new Miriam Haskell jewelry that would make even Cleopatra swoon with envy. Miriam Haskell is the foremost American designer of bead jewelry. It's all very bulky; the beads are like tiny bluebell cups, and are bunched together in great clusters and thick strands to form earrings ($1.00), bracelets ($2.00 to $8.50), long brooches ($2.50), clips ($1.00), and double clips ($2.50) joined with a chain of beads to form a graceful swag across the front of your frock. They are in lovely shades of amber, amethyst, carnelian, green, and rock crystal. Equally fan tastic and interesting were some little silver elastic bracelets with dangling clusters of rhinestone'encrusted balls. You wear two or three or four of them on an arm, each of a different color, pink, blue, white, etc. $2.50 per bracelet. Barbaric, and oh, so sophisticated! And since Mary Chess's Scented Lacquer which I told you about last month seemed to intrigue so many of you, maybe you'd like to investigate her product called "Rub" this month — a delicious scent for anointing yourself after your bath. It comes in several fragrant varieties with names such as "Woods at Night." Hostess and lounging pajamas are always very successful and welcome gifts at Christmas time. Mandel's have some lovely ones, inspired by models, brought back from Central America by Mr. Leon Mandel. One set had brown trousers and a yellow tunic, with a wide yoke and the tops of the sleeves heavily em' broidered in red, and a wide brown sash. Another had black trousers with a white tunic, red sash and red embroidery. These are distinctly foreign in appearance, and are, of course, exclusive with Mandel's. They sell for $13.95. If you haven't seen Mandel's new gold and silver mesh cowls, with cuffs and belts to match don't miss them. It's a little difficult to get near the counter on the first floor (Wabash side) because everyone's crowding around, but just keep on trying. The cowls are $3.50 in silver, $4.50 in gold; the cuffs and belts are $2.00 in silver, $2.50 in gold. They glisten like nothing you've ever seen be' fore, and would certainly cause a stir wherever you wore them. Flat mesh purses to match sell for from $2.00 to $6.00, and don't miss the most adorable cocktail jacket you've ever seen of silver mesh for $42.50. WHEN it comes to something to hang on the tree for the out'of 'doors, sportS'loving gal, my suggestion is that you visit the Women's Department of Von Lengerke and Antoine on the third floor. Among the small fripperies, ask to see the tiny hat ornaments which were pilfered from the fishing'tackle section downstairs. In their original state they were the gayest, liveliest fishing'flies a man ever fished with, black and white with dabs of red, and bright yellow whiskery things. Shorn of their fish'hooks, they make perky ornaments to stick inside a hat band. Only 50c. Another cute thing is a Marionette bracelet for $1.00, with five or six dangles con' sisting of wee jointed marionettes made out of tiny, tiny pieces of wood, in shades of brown, or in different colors. They're sell' ing like hot'Cakes. Among the larger and more substantial things here are oil'skin golf jackets ($5.50) done up in a case about the sise of a man's handkerchief; a full length oibskin coat ($10.75) or a cape ($5.00). Very light and pliable and of wearever quality. A leather sports jacket would make a dandy gift, one with knitted wool sleeves which allows a marvellous freedom for the arms ($25.00) ; a gold'colored tweed jacket flecked with brown and lined with chamois ($25.00); or a stunning imported plaid wool skirt with scarf and belt to match for $15.00. Also for the athletically inclined daughter of the house or other female relative, I saw at Carson Pirie Scott & Company some knitted wool knee-warmers, like little muffs ($1.50 and up) grand for winter sports, especially skating. And for the all' weather sleeping'porch enthusiast, you might do a good turn by sending as a Christmas gift some very attractive looking (believe it or not) balbriggan nightgowns. Balbriggan, in case you don't know, is a very fine soft cotton jersey. These gowns 48 The Chicagoan are white with a pink sash and cuffs, have a pink edge around • the V'neck and across the top of the pocket. They're tailored and trim, warm and soft, not bulky, and sell for $1.65 and $1.95. In Carson's Gift section, my eye was taken by some new crystal cigarette holders, either 6 or 12 inches long, consisting of two entwined tubes of plain crystal with a red crystal mouthpiece and holder. And now for the men. If you're like me, there's a positive blind spot in your mind every year when you try to think up something to give to a man. A. Starr Best's is the most satisfactory answer I know for this difficulty. Be sure to see here the hand'woven wool ties made by the Indians in Santa Fe, New Mexico, in gay (but not too gay) colors, plaids, mixtures, and homespun effects. They're rough and rugged looking, and are being worn with tweeds for business as well as sports. $1.50 apiece. Or you might know someone who would enjoy a gay colored golf umbrella, selling for $5.00, which fits into a golf 'bag, or a walking-stick umbrella which looks like a cane. Then there are fine Kent nail'brushes called Tumble Tommies selling for $3.00 and $5.00. They're little balls of satinwood inset with bristles, which roll over in the direction of the bristles when you have finished using them, ab lowing the water to drain off. Churchwarden white clay pipes, about two and a half feet long, which give an exceptionally cool smoke, are new importations which will interest pipe collectors as well as smokers. These sell for $1.25, and if I am not mistaken, I saw Queen Elizabeth and her male companion at the dinner table in the Red Lion Inn smoking them. If you know someone who is an invalid or is in the hospital for a long stay, one of the Kenwood Mills Reverie Throws, an exquisitely light, soft and very warm fringed coverlet, would make an exceptionally nice remembrance. These come in soft pastel shades, and could be used as a shawl around the invalid's shoulders as well as a bed covering. Kenwood Koverlets are something new and distinctive for the chaise longue or for a covering on an old'fashioned Colonial bed. These also are very soft and warm, and are made in the honeycomb pattern in either red, brown, green or blue combined with white. They sell for $8.95. A unique little shop on the near north side is The Dog House at 1 18 East Delaware Place. Its name appears on a small bright orange dog'house hung out shingle fashion across the sidewalk. You enter through a man-sized dog-house built by the proprietor of the shop, C. C. Hendee, welbknown portrait painter of dogs and horses. Some of the famous people whose dogs he has painted are former Presidents Coolidge and Hoover, Senator Smoot, Dr. A. A. Mitten of Philadelphia, Mrs. Hartley Dodge of New York and Ralph Hallam, owner of the Hallamshire Kennels here in Chicago. The Dog House sells everything for the dog (inside and out) , dog toys, such as Baby Katnips which squeak, beds, baskets, harnesses, collars, blankets, leads, medi cines, soaps, foods, etc. Don't forget the "wee doggie" at Christmas time. It's a serious oversight if you do. The Post-Fair Period (Begin on page 17) Of course, apart from this inundation of synthetic chic, there are still a few houses that hold up a higher standard like a small, unwavering candle in a big dark room. Equally of course, I am prepared to admit that this cry has been echoed in every age. Each generation is sure that the one succeeding it is bound straight for perdition. My elders think Society died with the close of the Prairie Avenue Period. I myself, product of a more unfettered and inventive regime, was brought up to create a costume, charade, or occasional verse on five minutes' notice, and to take my celebrities calmly be cause the lady sitting next me on the floor — dressed in a fur rug with Aunt Janet's muff on her head — might be anybody from Marie Laurencin to Mary Garden. ("But nobody said so next day in the gossip columns— if you follow me? And no body had hooked her beforehand by telegram. She had simply called up Aunt Janet and said, -'Darling, I'm just off the train —when do I see you?' And Aunt Janet had said, 'Grand! It's John's birthday tonight. Come and bring a poem!' ") We November, 1934 m! %n Ml HI o • . . ¦any voyage to California via Havana, through the Panama Canal, is bound to be a pleasure. But when you make this 5,500 mile, two weeks' cruise on one of the Round the World President Liners you add a lot of thrills . . . for you make it on a real world- traveling ship. And you make it in the company of people that you very likely wouldn't meet elsewhere . . . entertaining men and women bound in and out of the world's most interesting far-off places. Round the "World President Liners sail every other week from New York to Los Angeles and San Francisco . . . and Trans-Pacific President Two glorious weeks at sea Liners sail in the alternate weeks. First Class fares are from $140 on Round the World Liners; slightly higher on Trans-Pacific Liners. No matter which type of President Liner you choose, you will find every stateroom outside, large and airy — with fine, modern beds . . . spacious decks and public rooms and outdoor swimming pool . . . Menus justly famed. And, of course, you may stopover en route as you choose, continuing on the next or a later President Liner, as you please. Your own travel agent, or any of our offices (New York, Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles and other principal cities) will be glad to tell you all about this service . . . about Round America trips (one way by President Liner, one way by train — from $230 First Class; or by plane across the continent). . . and about the unique Orient and Round the World cruises these famous liners offer at surprisingly low fares. D01MR STEnmsHip lines 49 Cin (csutstandmg 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 i mm B Ha ¦mi . I I B I I W m'l Ml jit/ & ,Mi Distinguished RESTAURANT HOTEL DELMONICO Park Avenue at 59th Street NEW YORK UNDER RELIANCE DIRECTION were the first Polite Bohemians. It was a hard school for the shy or the dull amongst the second generation, but those of us who survived it have memories of gaiety and good cheer, of happy, delightful high spirits, that will last as long as life itself. . . . The recollection of what we had spoils almost everything else for me today, so that I am quite willing to take my place on the shelf — whilst awaiting my chalet — only reserving the right to lean over the edge from time to time to let an occasional brick bat drop from my doddering grasp. The last two years have changed many things besides the social scene. Chicago will never be the same again. Through trial and error, striving and suffering, it has officially come of age and seems about to take its place at last among the great cities of the world. . . . What a long way it has come from the simple elegance of the village by the lake that Julia Newberry knew! Of that village no trace but the Water Tower and a few mouldy family names are left. But there is one link between that early day and ours: the will to grow and learn, to make the most of oneself and of every op' portunity that comes one's way. That has always been our first and best characteristic. If it entails many mistakes, it leads eventually to many triumphs as well. And fifty years ago that spirit was alive and made itself felt even as now. I have proof of it in a book I have been reading this summer with genuine pleas' ure, The Mapleson Memoirs, by Colonel J. M. Mapleson, of the Tower Hamlets Rifle Brigade, but better known as the man ager of Her Majesty's Theatre in London and one of the pioneer opera impresarios in this country. In 1885 he organized the great Chicago Opera Festival, and at its conclusion he stated — though I must confess the late Mayor Harrison had just given him the freedom of the city! — : "Chicago, as everyone at all connected with America must know, will within a very few years be the first city in the United States, and probably in the world." Not quite yet, Colonel — but we'll get there! See if we don't! And surely all of you will admit that A Century of Progress has been a big step on our way. Fathomer's Holiday (Begin on page 19) the exertion was dangerous in one so very old. "When I was a curate in Hartlepool,11 he began. Breath lessly, all save Nicholas Charles, who had never heard of Father Brown, leaned forward to receive the revelation. "But enough of the past! I realize that people charge the church with being unreasonable; but it is the other way around. Alone on earth, the church affirms that God himself is bound by reason. Reason and justice grip the remotest, loneliest star.11 He pointed out of the window with shaking finger. "They look like sapphires and like diamonds! Think of forests of adamant with leaves of brilliants. Think the moon is a blue moon — a single elephantine sapphire. But don't imagine that all that frantic astronomy would make the slightest difference in the reason and the justice of conduct. On plains of opal, under cliffs cut out of pearl, you will still find a notice board: 'Thou Shalt Not Kill!' Tcnight I followed one of you to this house. I left signs for those of you who came after. On every lamp post I dabbed a legend in red ink. You have eyes and yet you see not. At dinner I substituted paregoric for the excellent Benedictine in one of your glasses; yet no word of protest was uttered. There was a reason for keeping silence. There are signs here that point with dramatic finger at the murderer. There is the sign of the Cross. But that, gentlemen, you have not yet seen." He paused, gasping for breath. "I have solved this crime which to the end will baffle you all," said Father Brown, with a strange triumph. He lifted a hand and tried to point. "He . . . he . . ." The hand dropped at his side. Lord Peter caught him as he fell. But Father Brown was dead, the secret sealed within his simple, understanding heart. Mr. Philo Vance turned to the famous Belgian with a little shrug. "So voild V affaire" he commented. "I know it is a sad 50 The Chicagoan world, but we must face the olla podrida with a bright glance, n estce pas? ' His own glance, however, seemed very dull and world-weary as he took out his cigarette case and carefully selected a gold-tipped Regie. "Won't you have one? I import them direct from my agent in Constantinople. They're exqui sitely blended." Poiret refused. "My own are superior," he replied. "Are they toasted?" asked Nick Charles, impertinently. "No thanks! He tapped a Lucky on the nail of his thumb. Lord Peter was charmed. "£r— thanks, old chap!" He care lessly appropriated the remaining nine and dropped them into the pocket of his coat. Mr. Philo Vance betrayed no annoyance. "Chacun a son gout," he observed, blowing a smoke ring at the ceiling. "It is late I admit," he added, glancing at his platinum wrist watch, and I had rather planned to see an exhibition of old Chinese prints at the Montague Galleries. I was particularly anxious to obtain a pair of fine examples— Riokai and Moyiki— for my collection. But why not, as Pittacus advised, seize time by the forelock? 'Who lets slip fortune her shall never find!' Or as the elder Cato remarked, anticipating Cowley—" "If you're going to talk, for God's sake stick to English," interrupted Nick Charles, with incredible ferocity. "Get to your point. Who murdered this baby on the carpet?" Mr. Philo Vance lifted a quizzical eyebrow. "You are so precipitate," he chided. "Why leap and run? The wisdom of the world's philosophers is against it." "Filberts," said Mr. Charles explosively. "Pecans and little acorns! What the — ?" Mr. Vance ignored him. " 'Festina lenti,' says Caesar, or as Rufus has it, 'Festinater tardes est.' Shakespeare, too, con stantly ridiculed haste, and of course you remember Moliere's Sganarelle?" He flicked the ash from his cigarette. "Correct me if I am in error — 'Le trop de promtitude a Verreur nous expose.' Chaucer held similar views, you will recall. He — " Lord Peter laughed. "Mr. Vance must have his pound of French," he said. The American Greek merely picked up a chair and hurled it across the room, missing the imperturbable Vance by a fraction of an inch. Mr. Philo Vance yawned lightly behind his hand and, leaning forward, slipped the patent leather pump from the right foot of the victim. With a dainty gesture he seized the toe of the victim's sock between his thumb and fore finger and drew the covering off. Immediately there was exposed a curious marking, done in red, on the great toe. "That," said Mr. Vance, "is the symbol of the Egyptian sun-god Ra. To those of you who are familiar with the mythology of the ancients the name of the murderer will at once be clear." Poiret demurred. "But surely not at once," he said. "I, Hercule Poiret, am familiar with your little tricks, Monsieur. You to the Victrola listen, while it plays the Humoresque, and watch the criminal's face. Is it not so? You play the little game of 'Bridge,' Monsieur, and then you cry, 'Ha, it is he who have commit' the murder!1 But regardez — " He stooped quickly to the naked foot. "Voila! It is as Father Brown have said. It is the Christ symbol, Monsieur. Egyptian — Bah!" "Marbles," said Mr. Charles unpleasantly. "Footballs and tennis balls and forty love!" Lord Peter Wimsey evinced no interest. He was at the moment busy inserting some slow poison into one of the gold- tipped Regies he had appropriated. 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Michigan Ave. Chicago 707 Church St., Evanston detecting, why didn't you detect the back of his foot, also?". He bent the bare toes backward and revealed a smear of red across the whole sole of the foot. "It is not blood, nor yet Egyptian sorcery. My good sirs, it is mercurochrome! Our poor friend has been a sufferer from 'Athlete's Foot.' " "My God!" said Mr. Charles. "Let's have a drink!" Poiret rang for the butler, and shortly Jonas stood before them. "What shall it be, gentlemen?" he asked. "Whiskey and soda," said Lord Peter promptly. "I'll take a bottle of Scotch," said Nicholas Charles. "Better bring six," he added swiftly. "The pansy here — " he indicated Vance — "will have a cup of oolong tea." "Quite," said Mr. Vance, without emotion. "Dasheel — dammit!" sputtered Lord Peter. "I mean, my dear old chap, why do you let him talk to you like that? Here — have a cigarette! Here's one of your own Regies." Mr. Philo Vance smiled coldly and accepted. "It's no matter really," he shrugged. "He happened to be correct. I do prefer oolong. But, ipso facto, I do not care for the alae of his nostrils nor do I like his saponaceous smile. Why bother?" He sank luxuriously back into his chair and blew a smoke ring at the ceiling. He sank still deeper and, when a few moments had passed, still deeper. The butler was returning with a tray. Mr. Philo Vance made no movement to accept his oolong. It was Poiret who noticed first. "He is dead," said the little Belgian. "I, Hercule Poiret, tell you that he is dead. Poison, I think. It does not matter. He was what you call a peegl Drink, my friends, to the solution of this crime, and to me, Hercule Poiret, who shall solve it!" "If Harriet were only here," Lord Peter murmured. "Dash it, but there's a woman for you! What brains!" "What brains!" said Hercule Poiret. "My friends, observe! I shall now indicate those trifles to you which you have stupidly overlooked." He bent above the victim on the floor, his back to Mr. Charles. "I suggest that what is needed now — " "Is a swift kick in the asparagus, you damned frog!" said Mr. Charles. He kicked the little Belgian so accurately and so violently that Hercule Poiret catapulted across the room and dashed out his brains against the fireplace. "Charles calls his shots," said Mr. Charles, with an oath. "Let's have a drink!" Lord Peter raised a hand. "One half a mo', old thing," he urged. "I suggest you chuck the drink and spend your remain' ing energy on the solution of this crime, before you commit another. A chap doesn't like to see a chap go all wobbly, don't you know. Of course, it has been obvious from the beginning who did the beggar in. I've known for quite some time, you know." With his eyes upon the Greek he stepped to the telephone, close by, and lifted the receiver. After a time, "Hello, Har riet," he said; "hello, old thing!" He closed his eyes in rapture. "Can you hear me? How about a spot of matrimony, old bean?" Nick Charles set down his final bottle. He picked it up again. "How about a spot of this, you English son of an Earl," he cried, and flung the bottle with frolic accuracy. Lord Peter crumpled and slipped downward to the floor. "Righto, old thing!" he murmured, and expired upon a line of Keats. "Let's have a drink," said Mr. Charles. He stood up and turned his back upon the corpse of the novelist who had been his host. His sardonic eyes rested upon the bodies of Father Brown and Hercule Poiret, of Lord Peter Wimsey and Mr. Philo Vance. A line of text came to him, over the years, and he paid them tribute. "Now," said Mr. Charles, "they belong to the ages." He steadied himself with a hand on the piano. "Listen, you mugs," he said, "and I'll tell you all who killed this guy!" The novelist rose upright and plucked the dagger from his shirt bosom. He buried it neatly between the shoulder blades of the Greek. "Jonas," said the writer of detective tales, when his butler had answered to his ring, "how about a little drink? But first I want you to tidy up a bit," he added; "and, by the way, if you can remove the red ink from this suit, you may have it for yourself. And, oh Jonas! Be sure to call the agency in the 57 The Chicagoan PAUL STONE'RAYMOR MRS. WILLIAM FRANCIS GLEASON, JR., OF THE BEVERLY HILLS CENTER OF INFANT WELFARE; THEIR FOURTH BALLYHOO BALL WILL BE HELD AT THE STEVENS ON NOVEMBER 10 morning and say that I shall need three more stenographers. And, Jonas, I shall want the bed on the east lawn done in the national colors — red, white, and blue, you know. A nice large N.R.A. Do a good job, my man! With all this competition out of the way, we'll tell the world we do our part." The Best Policy {Begin on page 23) ing is a slow, methodical, and intensely serious undertaking, closely watched by the crowd. Stand ing on his raised platform and looking rather like a benign bronze kewpie, the Policy King opens the drum and with draws the first quill. Keeping his hands in full view all the time, he opens the capsule, shows the slip of paper it contains to the front row of writers, and announces the number to the audience over the loud speaking equipment. Oh yes, the room is wired for sound, with a microphone at the right-hand side of the Baron's platform, and loud speakers in the far corners of the room. The same procedure is repeated until twelve numbers are drawn, making up a single column, or "one- legged book." If the drawing is for a double column or "two- legged book" the first twelve numbers are replaced in the drum and twelve more numbers are drawn to make a second column or "leg." In other words, a "one-legged book" is a vertical column of twelve numbers from one to seventy-eight drawn from a drum. A double or "two-legged book" is two vertical columns of twelve numbers each, ranging from one to seventy- eight drawn in the same manner. .A.LL a bettor has to do is pick three num bers from one to seventy-eight, wager a nickel or more with a writer, and hope that his three numbers will show up in a verti cal column of twelve numbers in the wheel that he played. If his bet is placed in a "one-legged book" (single column of twelve numbers) and his three numbers be drawn, the bettor will receive 200 to one, or ten dollars for his nickel. If he is betting in a "two-legged" or two columns of twelve numbers book, he will receive 100 to one, or five dollars for his nickel investment. 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BRANT LINEN CO. 746 N. Michigan Ave. READ CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT A concisely criti cal surv ey of the civilized interests of the Town on page 6 of this and every issue of THE CHICAGOAN twelve, but it's tougher than it looks, as there are about 8,000 possible combinations. The average policy player isn't content to play even this long shot, preferring the even more hazardous ways. The most complex race horse wager, the parlay, is as simple as ABC when compared to some of the involved methods of wagering on policy. Instead of picking the usual three numbers or gig, the hardened policy player may play four numbers, called a "horse,1'' or five numbers, called a "jack." The odds vary greatly on the different forms of play, from twenty-five to one for a "saddle, " meaning that two of your three numbers will show in one column, to a thousand to one for a jack (five numbers) showing in the first six numbers. That thousand to one shot may sound like a pretty good bet, but the actual chances are about one million to one that you don't hit. Aside from the fact that policy returns a large amount of money for a few coins, and the amazing variety of play that it affords, the real success of the game lies in its perfect organiza- tion. The drawings run on a fool-proof schedule, beginning exactly when planned, and no excuses. There is no waiting; an hour and a half from the time the writers' lists are handed through the windows, sees the drawing completed, the result slips printed, and the winners paid off. Risk a dime or so some day, but don't think to get rich playing policy. It's much more sensible to bet your money on a seven horse win parlay, and they only click once in the lifetime of a Methuselah. Football in the Air (Begin on page 25) street corner quarterbacks began early, with the humbling of Notre Dame, Purdue, Michigan, Southern California- — teams which have dominated gridiron activities so much that it was becoming just a little tiresome. To turn Polly- anna, this sort of thing is good for football and good for the spectators. To say nothing of the alumni, synthetic and other- 1 His department last month went on record as approving of Minnesota as the Big Ten's leading team, with Iowa and Illinois rated next. There seems to be no reason to change that ranking. However, Michigan can be shoved to the bottom and Chicago and Ohio State can be given, definitely, more consideration. Purdue is still going to be dangerous. Those apologies are still bundled just in case I revert to form and go completely haywire. Vv hile football thumbs its nose at all other sports, hockey is edging in, and baseball refuses to die. The Cubs — remember them? — are quite likely to cut deeply into the present roster. Some trades might be made by the time this reaches your eyes, but the big business will probably wait until the winter meetings. Or later. Meanwhile our Black Hawks are working down at Illinois, waiting for the opening of the schedule on November 8, at St. Louis. The net left vacant by the untimely and distressing death of Chuck Gardiner will be filled by Chabot. That elegant and speedy goal getter, Howie Moreno, will be with us and will now receive cheers instead of jeers as he gathers speed and caroms down the ice in his spectac ular fashion. Well, I hope he likes it here. He's a grand guy and a grand hockey player. If anybody's interested in achieving the "grace and figure of youth," he is urged to sling his ice skates over his shoulder and wander out to the Chicago Stadium this winter. The Stadium Ice Club, which has been formed by Emil Iverson, who used to be connected with the Black Hawks, will get under way on or about November 1 . Paul Wilson, who can do more things on skates than most of us can do without skates, will see to it that you're properly informed about the most grace ful way to fall down and scrape your trousers (for the men) on the ice,. The ladies will have to decide for themselves just what they'll fall on. Personally the whole business looks so inviting that this dreary correspondent, with ague in his bones and Charlie-horses in his muscles, will probably be out there him' self, and if the skating proves too much for these old legs, then 54 The Chicagoan CARLOS MRS. CHARLES M. WILLIAMSON, PRESIDENT OF THE JUNIOR AUXILIARY OF THE WOMAN'S CLUB OF WILMETTE WHICH IS SPONSORING A DOMESTIC PETS SHOW TO BE HELD NOVEMBER 16 I'll be content to go around and pick up fallen damsels, a right pleasant pastime, even on ice. Casual comments on current condi tions : They say that George Lott is really going to turn to pro tennis And that a difference of opinion to the extent of $5,000 is all that's keeping his name off a contract Some- how this department will be sorry if George turns pro A big guarantee is the only good feature about pro tennis. But after that .... what? .... Some of the boys should go to work instead G. A. Richards, Detroit radio exec and owner of the new Detroit Tigers in the National Pro League, says his team is tough enough to take the Bears Whatever hap pened to Indiana's "illegal" backfield formation? .... Just why there should have been so much controversy is a bit be wildering Baseball needed something like the rumpus which marked the closing of the National League race. .... With Stengel and Terry battling through the public prints Also, the World Series squabble did the game plenty of good. .... Baseball has been too staid for the good of its pocketbook. .... Nominated for the best name for a prizefighter is Rough- house Glover, a boxer from Florida Jack Dempsey set some sort of a record when he picked the Cards to win the World Series Fighters are notoriously bad pickers October 30 (Begin on page 21) ance from that day had been between 250/ 000 and 300,000.) Five hundred thousand celebrant-mourners at the passing of the fair would have put the total attendance past the final Paris figure — despite the congressional clerk's error that gave Paris an extra day. The fair itself and all the exhibitors and concessionaires had planned a program of entertainment and oratory that would go down to the ages. Concerts, choruses, brass bands, fireworks, fountain displays and brilliant "electrical illumination" were listed. The day was to be packed with events. In the morn-' ing a mimic Columbus was going to land at the fair to redis cover America. Formal ceremonies were set for the after- HOSPITALITY GOES MODERN . . . 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Concessionaires, their stocks depleted by a judicious reduction in prices during the closing weeks, had piled up sup plies again in anticipation. The evening was set aside for a night of nights on the Midway. But, as the Tribune announced that morning, "the pageant for today must be put off forever." There was no heart in the city for celebration while Harrison lay dead. It had been more his fair than any other man's. He had given everything to it. With the ineffable, easy grace that Kentuckians are supposed to have, this Kentuckian had been the matchless host to the line of great and grand personages who had come to Chicago that summer. Without Carter Harrison, no thunderous climax was possible. The officers of the fair met Sunday morning with Director General George Davis and cancelled the entire program; the fair would die mourning. The mayor, at 68, had a propensity for falling asleep in company. That is what happened Saturday night, October 28, in the second parlor of the Harrison home at No. 231 Ashland Boulevard. His younger son William Preston had been reading him an editorial he had prepared for the following day's issue of the Chicago Times, the family's paper. It was after supper, about 7:45. The mayor had been at the fair addressing the assembled mayors of several other cities. At dinner his son and his daughter Sophy told him he looked weary. He said he was all right. Sophy went upstairs after dinner and the father and son went into the parlor. When William saw that his father had dozed off, he quietly got up and went upstairs. Five minutes later a succession of shots was heard through the quiet house. Mary Hanson, the servant girl, ran in from the kitchen. The mayor staggered toward her and fell. William and Sophy ran down the stairs. William lifted his father's head. Harrison said, "I'm shot. Go and get Annie over." Annie Howard, to whom the vigorous old widower was to be married three weeks later, was stopping at the home of Carter Harrison, Jr., on Marshfield Avenue. The mayor lived twenty minutes with four bullet holes in his body. Miss Howard was there when he died. So was Carter, Jr., who had himself fallen asleep on an Ogden Avenue street car, had ridden past Paulina, where he had intended to get off, and had got off at Van Buren and was walking a block from his father's house when he heard — and saw — a newsboy without papers hollering, "Carter Harrison murdered!" Patrick Eugene Joseph Prendergast walked into the Central police station a few minutes after Harrison died. He had been admitted to the Harrison home by telling Mary Hanson that he was a city official and had to see the mayor on important business. Sunday he was taken to the inquest by Lieut. Haas in a closed carriage. The inquest was held in the parlor of the square, cupolaed old house at No. 231 Ashland. The Chicago Inter-Ocean, which had fought Harrison's election in behalf of Yerkes and the steel gang, reported that "all the pro ceedings created a lively interest, which was heightened when the murderer himself and the weapon with which he did the dastardly deed were brought in and identified." "Poorly dressed in a coarse, dark suit," the Inter'Ocean went on, "with a short, squarccut coat, with soiled collar and no cravat, the guilty man was sorely out of place." Monday while the dolorous crowd gath- ered in Festival Hall at the fair, where they shivered to the marrow in the unheated auditorium, Prendergast was indicted for murder. Lying with his hat and shoes off on a bench in his cell, No. 11, at the County Jail, the thin, hard-jawed little man told the press his story: "He used to call me 'son.' I was to be corporation counsel. Then he was elected by a large majority. I waited until the excitement was over. Then I went to his office in the City Hall and a policeman took in my name. Word came back to me that the mayor was very busy." At this point in his story, according to the Chicago Record, Pren dergast laughed scornfully. At 1 P. M., when President Palmer rapped with his gavel on the stage in Festival Hall, there were only 2,000 — of the 200/ 000 people on the fair grounds — present. The hall was to have been the scene of a colorful program of oratory, congratulation, I medal-bestowing and music that day. 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MORAVA OF THE SOUTH SHORE SERVICE CLUB WHOSE RECENT BENEFIT FOR THE CHICAGO MATERNITY CENTER WAS SUCH A GAY AND FESTIVE AFFAIR of Chopin's, Guilmant's and Beethoven's funeral marches on the great Wurlitser organ, and the oratory consisted of an in vitation from President Palmer for all to keep their hats on to keep warm, and to move down from the gallery into the empty boxes, parquet, and dress circle seats, which had been reserved by leading, and absent, citizens. While the Rev. Barrows di vested himself of a thirty-minute prayer, Patrick Eugene Joseph Prendergast was lying on one elbow in Cell No. 1 1 and listen ing to the tenant of Cell No. 17 singing, "A Bicycle Built for Two." Prendergast grinned and said to the turnkey: "Wish I was on a bicycle built for one." President (the fair had two of them) Higginbotham read the address he had prepared before the mayor's assassination. It was a suitable eulogy. Mr. Higginbotham's fingers were so numb that the papers fell from his hand during the address. All hats were on (except during the Rev. Barrows' thirty-min ute prayer), all collars were turned up, all hands were in pock ets, and all faces were blue. The walls of the auditorium, undraped for the first time, looked colder even than they were. Official sunset was at 4:45. Afternoon went to dusk and the wind was stronger and frostier. The waters of the lagoon rippled like a river. The flags of all countries were down ex cept those of the United States; those were at half mast. The grounds were not crowded. There were twenty or twenty-five thousand people scattered around the Court of Honor. A band was playing somewhere off the court. The Ferris Wheel was turning on the Midway. "The Greatest Mechanical Wonder of the Age— Only Fifty Cents a Trip, Including Two Revolu tions." Those who looked around the Court of Honor in the dim light at 4:30 saw little figures at the base of each flagstaff on top of the buildings. The halyards were all loosened. The little figures were motionless. At 4:44 the band playing some where stopped playing. The Ferris Wheel stood still. At 4:45 there was a puff of smoke, then the boom of one of the six-pounders of the U. S. S. Michigan, anchored off the grounds. Twenty more puffs and twenty more booms. The gun pelted the marble domes and golden turrets with its echoes. At the twenty-first boom the flags around the Court of Honor rose to full mast, filled out in the wind, and came down. The band playing somewhere played the national anthem. The people around the Court of Honor stood fixed, their eyes on the naked flagstaffs. In President Higginbotham's office, Mrs. W. J. Chalmers whimpered. Then she wept. 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Ill Sutler St., San FrencltCB ICE SKATING SEASON 1934-35 Opening in November at the CHICAGO STADIUM Daily sessions exclusively for members of the STADIUM ICE CLUB For Information Apply: Membership Committee CHICAGO STADIUM 1800 West Madison Seeley 5300 No Public Sessions followed suit. The Messrs. Higginbotham, Chalmers, A. 1* Revell, and A. W. Sawyer looked steadily out of the windo' For five or ten seconds after the band finished the nation* anthem there was not a motion in the Court of Honor excef the motion of the water. Then the crowd found its feeling and let out a cheer. It was cold, and it was getting dark. Tfc crowd drifted out of the Court, toward the Midway or hom< Twenty minutes after the flags fell two wagons rattled up tl the Sixty-fourth Street gate. They were loaded with packini boxes, bound for the Government Building. A mob of youn men blowing horns ran behind them. The afternoon of the 30th, Director-Gen eral Davis ordered all Midway concessions to close at 11:3 P. M. and to remain closed, whether or not the fair grounc were opened to the public after that date. The Tribune under stood that "although there is no reference to the fact in tb director-general's order, the principal reason for its being issue is the official reports which have been received to the effec that the dancing places and similar resorts were being conducts in a more objectionable way than at any previous time in tb exposition season." The night of the 30th the entire length of the Midway, fror Cottage Grove to the Irish Village, was filled with a howling horn-blowing, pan-thumping mob. Marching, or, rather surging u; and down the street was a parade of young men and and men no- so young. Something between many and most of them wer> drunk. They were wearing their overcoats inside out, the g^ devils, and pulling up signposts. This loosely but violently organised crowd of hoodlums-for-a night was more than obstreperous. Unaccompanied young ladif were draped with canvas signs pulled down from tent show and forced to proceed with the parade. The bell-ringers, horn blowers, barrel-whackers, and pan-bangers "worked harder, the Tribune thought, "than they have probably for six month previous." Several of the sideshows closed up shop in a hurf before the parade reached their doors. At the Turkish Village several of the leaders made a dash for a dancing girl standing on a platform in front of the Turkish Theatre. Her shriek brought the Turks out from their tents and they descended or the fold of the celebrants. The parade broke and giddey-appet the other way. All evening patrol wagons rattled up and down the street At 10 P. M., Director-General Davis ordered the Midway cleared. The few sober citizens who were still on the ground- left peaceably, but the mob, by this time full of fire and water. roared its refusal. A squad of Columbian Guards came dowr the Midway on the double-quick, meeting the procession jus; below the Ferris Wheel. There was a lot of blood and son* broken heads. Diehards were dragged off by an arm or a leg A dozen of the tougher customers were taken prisoners. Re treating, the mob looted the Chinese Theatre of its copper drums. While the excitement was at its height, a burglar alarm went off in the collections department at the Service Building and four hundred guards and secret service men carrying Win chesters ran to the scene. It was a false alarm. By 3 A. M the Midway was quiet. Quiet too was No. 231 Ashland Boulevard, where Carter Harrison's body lay awaiting removal to its place of state i'1 the lobby of the City Hall. (The Randolph Street horse car* were to be rerouted all the next day.) Quiet too was CcH No. 1 1 in the County Jail, where Patrick Eugene Joseph Pren dergast slept the sleep of the sleepy. Quiet too was the World -; Columbian Exposition. A nameless reporter for the Herak wrote, probably the afternoon before, "The waning moo"1 looked down at midnight upon a wilderness of beauty awaiting the assassin's ax. Columns, towers and turrets, portals, per istyle and palaces, Dianas, mermaids and heroes, archers, Nep tunes and pyramids, sculptors' groups and artists' panels, treas ures of genius and marvels of brains, all stood mute at U* altar side, awaiting the torch to make them ashes. It was 3 sight sadder than a funeral and as melancholy as a winter forest." On the Herald copy desk a man was trying to think of a one line top head for that story. The count for the head was 1* to 15. It was not an easy head to write. He worked hard at I and finally got it: END OF AN EPOCH. 58 The Chicagoa* Charm in the South Down by the Rio Grande By Carl J. Ross IF this were a Utopian state where everyone was blessed with all the leisure and wealth ordinarily associated with the idea, I am afraid that existence here would be a thor oughly lonesome proposition. Judging by the current wide spread desire to travel abroad, it would be hard to find anyone to keep the home fires burning while the population embarked en masse on voyages of discovery to all parts of the world. The fascination of foreign lands is not new by any means, but never before have so many people in all walks of life been imbued with the desire to visit alien shores. There is a steadily increasing trend to places offering the thrill of an unfamiliar language, strange surroundings, and unusual modes of living. A complete change from the routine of daily life can apparent ly be found only where the dialect or language is definitely not American. As a change in tongue invariably includes a change in custom and an entirely different outlook in life, it is not surprising that Europe, Africa, the South Seas, the Orient, and other far away places have become the goal of the traveler seeking new horizons. But Utopia has not yet been achieved in spite of the herculean efforts of the present administration and the two prime haz ards, time and money, still conspire to thwart a general realiza tion of the popular urge. However, it has been found that great distances need not be covered to reach a land that is "for eign" in every sense of the word. It is not necessary to travel a week or more by rail and ocean liner involving the expendi ture of a considerable amount of cash to experience the sensation of being on alien soil. One wonders that so long a time was needed for the American traveler to discover the possibilities of one of the most interesting countries on the earth, one endowed with more local color, scenic beauty, and historical background than is the lot of many internationally known tourist meccas. Apparently, our immediate proximity to our neighboring republic made it difficult for us to think se riously of the allure and charm of Old Mexico, south of the Rio Grande. OOMEHOW, many people still associate Mexico with thoughts of cactus-covered deserts, gila monsters, border bandits, insurrectos, and the phenomena so vividly por trayed in "western" movie thrillers. Although it is true that the northern section is arid to a great extent, most of the in terior is a well-watered plateau several thousand feet above sea level. Mountains are not uncommon; in fact, snow-capped Citlaltepetl, sometimes called the Peak of Orizaba, is claimed to be the second highest summit on the North American con tinent. A large portion of the republic lies south of the Tropic of Cancer in the sub-tropic zone and is accordingly well sup plied with rainfall during the summer season. Climatically speaking, there are few places enjoying the advantages of Mexico. Because of its nearness to the Equator, the direct rays of the sun insure warmth, while the altitude of the plateau acts as a moderating factor and prevents uncomfortably hot tem peratures. The outstanding center of interest is Mexico City, which is called simply "Mexico" by the inhabitants. This distinctive and cosmopolitan city is a strange mixture of the ultra-modern and the primitive. 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Let us cele brate our birthday by creating a noteworthy coiffure for you. THIRD FLOOR NORTH THE DAVIS STORE BEAUTY SALON CHICAGO'S ADDRESS 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 NATIONAL RAILWAYS OP MEIICO STREET VIEW OF MEXICO CITY WITH THE MUNICIPAL BUILDING IN THE BACKGROUND Church of the Virgin of Guadeloupe, where the greatest re' ligious festival of the republic takes place on December twelfth each year and is the goal of thousands of Indian pilgrims. Within few miles of "Mexico" one will find an unending variety of things to do and places to see. It has been said that this area combines the attraction of Spanish rural life, the beauty of the Alps, the mystery of Egypt, and the Canals of Venice in addition to its own peculiar charm. A noted archeologist has commented that Mexico is 'Twenty Egypts in one," because of the countless ruins of temples, palaces, and pyramids, all in an excellent state of preservation, which were built by an en lightened civilization living in regal luxury long before the days of the Roman Empire. At San Juan Teotihuacan the ma jestic pyramids of the Sun and the Moon overlook the Temple of Quetzalcoatl and other evidences of an ancient and great civilisation whose origin is still shrouded in mystery. At Cholulu, near Puebla, stands a third pyramid where human sacrifices were made as part of religious ceremonials years ago- These impressive mounds are fully the equal in size and an tiquity of those in Egypt. Xochimilgo is the Venice of Mexico. It is a large group of small islands covered with flowers and lux uriant foliage surrounded by graceful poplars. The islands once were rafts laden with earth on which the Indians grew vege tables and flowers. The rafts were poled into the city every day to market the floating garden's produce, but in the course of years they became rooted to the bottom of the lake and slowly solidified into islands. The "gondolas," flat'bottomed boats called chalupa, patterned on an ancient Aztec design, are operated by small native boys through the seventyodd miles of canals. Near Xochimilco it is possible to get a wonderful view of Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl, whose snow'covered peaks guard the valley of Mexico. Iztaccihuatl, "The Sleeping Lady," resembles a reclining woman, and legend has it that Popo, her sweetheart, stands guard over her body since her death. Taxco, with red-tiled roofs and blooming flowers, is a gem of pictureequeness to the point of unreality. Built on the side of a hill on the site of an old Indian village, the town has the ap pearance of a motion picture setting. Its narrow cobbled streets winding and twisting between brilliant white houses and patios, red roofs, and tropic foliage have a distinctive old world touch. Because of its history and breath-taking beauty, Taxco has been made a national monument and new construction is not per mitted. Silver was first mined here by the Spaniards, and Jose de La Borda, who made his fortune in the locality by mining operations, expressed his gratitude by building Taxco as well as the famous Borda Gardens, called the "Little Versailles," at Cuernavaca, where Cortes had his palace. Throughout Mexico the descendants of the Aztecs, Toltecs, Mayas, and other races who ruled before the Spanish conquest. live in much the same manner as their ancestors. Tortillas. or corn-cakes, the basic food taking the place of wheat bread, are made from meal ground by hand on three-legged stone metates. Cultivation of the fields is accomplished by wooden plows of primitive design. Clothing, both for actual wear and 60 The Chicagoan jyp NATIONAL RAILWAYS OP MEXICO THE XOCHICALCO RUINS HOLD A TREMENDOUS ATTRACTION FOR VISITORS TOURING MEXICO for sale to tourists, including the inevitable serape or blanket, is almost entirely home made. The durability and fine construc tion of the serape has made it a particularly prized pos session of the returning visitor. The national beverage of the natives is pulque, a sweet fermented liquid made from the juice of the Maguey or giant cactus. A smaller and entirely different variety of cactus furnishes the ingredient for Tequila, a powerful drink rivaling in strength European vodka or kirsch. The tranquillity of this ancient civilization, serenely retaining centuries-old customs alongside of a modern, growing Mexico, is a most impressive contrast. The capital of the republic is a completely cosmopolitan city, intellectual, sophisticated, rank ing high as an artistic and musical center. The National Uni versity of Mexico is a fully accredited institution attracting hundreds of American graduate and undergraduate students every year. But in spite of the modernity and progressiveness of the larger cities, the native life in the country and villages has remained unchanged through the years since the building of the great pyramids. Perhaps it is this contrast as much as the history, beauty and individuality of the land that has made Old Mexico the new goal for travelers seeking the extraordinary. Miniatures (Begin on page 31) miniature proportions as the interiors are in theirs. Through one window of the Breton kitchen, for in stance, you see a corner of a garden. From the other you see a blue fish-net hanging in the sun to dry with the turquoise sea sparkling beyond. The doors of the old Spanish hall look out onto a courtyard where there is a stream of water pouring from the mouth of a bronze lion head on the wall into a pool below. The appearance of flowing water is produced by a little bar of crystal kept twirling by electricity. The windows of the Eng lish Georgian living-room look out upon a street scene in London as it was in those days, while the English lodge kitchen door opens onto a flower garden where a set of ninepins stands ready for a game of bowls. The change from building dolls' houses to miniature rooms came when Mrs. Thorne acquired two exquisite bronze chandeliers trimmed with amber, lapis lazuli, and crystal which she found in a Venetian antique shop. She realized that for these she would have to create an especial setting. 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She paints, chisels, gilds, pastes, cements, cuts, trims, saws, hammers with the greatest skill, displaying an amazing ingenuity in getting just the effect she desires. The pieces used in her dolls' houses which she makes for children's hospitals, are seldom costly. Those in her miniature rooms, however, are often reproductions of full' size museum pieces which she has had made especially for her from drawings or photographs. Several pieces are old six' teenth century furniture models which correspond, roughly speaking, to a traveling salesman's samples of today. In those early times, before photographs or catalogues, these exquisite little pieces were made by the famous cabinet makers whose representatives carried them about to various rich men's houses as models for them to inspect and order from. These models are, of course, rare today and very costly. The Montgomery Ward catalogue which hangs in the 1885 kitchen was made especially for Mrs. Thorne by an employee of the firm who followed the old process of printing used in the catalogues of those days. This is the only one of its kind in existence. Mrs. Thome's workrooms in the back of her apartment con' tain, besides the large center tables on which the dolls' houses and miniature rooms are made, cabinet after cabinet, and drawer after drawer, filled with the little things she uses. These are her file cases where all the miniature table silver, vases, pew' ter, brass ware, Chinese ornaments, crockery, flowers, etc., are laid away in boxes, each according to its own classification. There is no corner of the world where she has traveled that has not yielded up its special treasures for her. Her family and her friends have absorbed some of her interest and enthusiasm and pick up things for her collection here and there both in this country and abroad. Even strangers send her things at times. The two most famous dolls' houses in the world are in Eng' land, the Queen's Dolls' House now at Windsor Castle, and Titania's Palace, built by Sir Nevile Wilkinson for his little daughter. Nowhere else in the world, however, is there a set of miniature rooms so beautifully complete and perfect in every detail as those created by Mrs. Thorne of Chicago. "I feel like Alice in Wonderland when I sit down to work at them," says Mrs. Thorne. "I love Alice, don't you, and all the funny little rhymes and jingles in the book? I read it over and over." "How about Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales?" I asked. "Do you read those, too?" "Oh, yes indeed, I do. I read those to my grandchildren." Grandchildren! I looked again at this lovely person with the delicately moulded hands and the light of imagination shining in her eyes. I wouldn't believe it, any more than I would be' lieve in doughnuts that were automobile tires. 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At this chance meeting we recalled a ladies' night at the club, which we had been sent to cover, and at which a spelling bee had been a feature, with both written and oral contests. We recalled that we had won the written competition, and that the prize had been Mr. Read's latest book, A Jan\ee from the West. The locale of the novel is about Antioch, 111., and in' scribing the flyleaf that night Opie wrote that he had spent many summer vacations in that region "and if I have not truly described it then am I a liar indeed." As to the word we missed in the forty called out, it was colander — just an e for an a as the fourth letter. The competi tion was keen, six tying for second place. In the oral stand-up spell'down we failed on synonymous. Many of the city's leading literary lights took part, including Frederick H. Hild, librarian of the Chicago Public Library. When we reported at the office, Art Dixon, a fellow-reporter, kindly wrote the story from our notes. Checking up on that Press Club evening, we find that it was styled a "convocation," and that about 200 attended. The date was Dec. 6, 1898. There were exhibits of originals and drawings assembled by John T. Bramhall, the club secretary, including collections loaned by Scribners and Harpers. Thomas Hardy, George W. Cable, Bret Harte, Wal- ter Besant and Henry James were represented by manuscripts, and there were letters from Rudyard Kipling and his father. The Harpers group included the first book from the Harper press, also Gen. Lew Wallace's manuscript of A Fair God. Herbert W. Fay, editor of the DeKalb Review, showed rare Lincolniana, members lent authographs of Bonaparte as first consul, of Louis XIV, of American statesmen; an autographed poem by Eugene Field, original posters by Denslow, J. C. Ley endecker, and others. Before the spelling contests Frederick Boyd Stevenson recited The Sandy Holler Spelling Bee. The prise for the oral spelling match was a copy of Stanley Water' loo's last book, Armageddon. This was won by W. K. Sullivan, his last opponent, W. V. Smith, failing on apocryphal. It was a large evening at the Press Club. Anent the currently popular Man on the Flying Trapeze, who remembers the parallel lament of the swain who was cut out by Signor Bing Binger: "She said at the Chinese theayter There was the man of her choice — Signor Bing Binger, the baritone singer, With such a magnificent voice." And all the king's horses couldn't restore the departed damsel, any more than the girl ensnared by the M. o. t. F. T. W. Gibbons Uffendell, president of the Architects' Club of Chicago, probably has forgotten his earliest years in England, but about half a century ago, as a new ar rival in Bowmanville, the rosycheeked lad had as delicious an accent as Verdant Green. We remember that once, when a playmate had suffered a serious head injury, "English," as Uf fendell had been nicknamed, observed: "Peteh's got an 'owl in 'is 'ead." The boys didn't let him forget it. Uffendell later achieved distinction as a mile runner at the University of Chi cago, winning many a point for the maroon. November, 1934 Its smart to Offer all Five' 63 Serving liqueurs is a time-honored custom, impressively correct. It's smart to please every taste. Here is an excellent choice: five of the 27 superb liqueurs and sirops offered by the famous French house of P. Gamier. Foremost is Abricotine, Garnier's Apricot Liqueur, most popular fruit flavor. The tall bottle is Creme de Menthe — America's favorite liqueur. In the center is Liqueur D'Or, spark ling with flakes of gold. Then Creme de Cacao. Last, in the jug, Curacao. Julius Wile Sons & Co., Inc., New York Established 1877— Sole U. S. 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Corey, Graduate Nurse, Consultant. Telephone Euclid 5885. LaFlorence Healthatorium 707 S. Boulevard. (Lake St. Elevated at Oak Park Ave.) Oak Park's most exclusive body culture salon. "A BEAUTIFUL BODY IS A JOY FOREVER" High schools were lacking in the northwest suburbs in the early '90s, and the girls and boys of villages on the Chicago 6s? Northwestern Railway, from Palatine and Ar lington Heights through to Avondale and Maplewood, com muted daily with their lunch boxes to Montrose, later called Mayfair, to attend the Jefferson High School. At that time the railroad issued 100-ride "scholars' " tickets, a custom which, we understand, was discontinued twenty years ago. We were of the class graduating in the World's Fair year, "the Columbian Class of '93," as we called it. The exercises were held in the Irving Park Club House, and the admission tickets which we had for the grand, especially that year, occa sion were run off on a one-foot-power press in the shop of Goodfellow fc? Reid at Park Ridge. Those were the days of Latin and geometery, of botanical trips to the deep woods of Forest Glen, of baseball and prim itive football. Speaking of baseball, we had a classmate, a rather awkward youth, more used to making breaks in Greek class than to participating in school sports. On a certain afternoon he had been drafted to umpire. A batsman hit the ball and made for first. The ball arrived at about the same time. Players looked at the umpire. "They — they were simultaneous!"' was his decision. Jefferson High became Carl Schun; about twenty-five years ago. 1 here were no motion pictures to pre serve the atmosphere of the 1893 World's Columbian Exposi tion, but the two large oil paintings hung on the mezzanine of the Great Northern Hotel rotunda are excellent colorful re minders. Each is about six feet high and eighteen feet wide, so there is much detail. They are worth seeing. One is the court of honor, looking west from the peristyle over the basin to the Administration Building, with a side-rear view of the heroic Liberty statue in the foreground. It is evidently mid- morning on a bright day. The companion picture, a late after noon view northward over the lagoon, shows the Wooded Island at the left, the domed Illinois Building in the distance. To the right are part of the great Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building and the U. S. Government and red-roofed Fish eries Buildings. The Great Northern is one of the two large downtown hotels still operating which accommodated visitors to Chicago's earlier World's Fair, the Auditorium being the other. When Col. Earl Thornton took over the management four years ago, he found several of the hostelry's heirlooms in rather shabby con dition, so he had all the paintings thoroughly cleaned and var nished and the frames heavily gilded. Also in this gallery are large marines and bits of mountain scenery, while up a little stairway at the south end one finds somber reminders of classic tragedies in old Italy — luckless Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet in the vault, and the golden-tressed Francesca da Ri mini and her lover, slain in marble-pillared chamber. Before us is a small penciled slip dated July 22, 1895, reading: "Chic. BB. C: Please Pass Two (2) to Grounds and Grand Stand a/c Bklyn. C. H. Byrne.'" It was issued for a youth of our acquaintance, working with us during that college vacation in a LaSalle Street insurance office. The boy and his friend were unable to use it on the date specified, and mailed it to the office of the Chicago National League club with a request that the date be changed to July 27. This note came in reply: "The enclosed pass was issued for the Brooklyn -Chicago game and is not good for game between the Chicagos and other clubs. "James A. Hart, Prest." So that was that. We couldn't foresee that within a decade we would become pretty well acquainted with the signer of the second note. Hart, lord of Chicago baseball under the Spalding regime, never amiable toward newspaper men, had his dispo sition tremendously ruffled by the entry upon the scene of the upstart American League. The lifting by Comiskey of two of his banner pitchers, Clarke Griffith and James J. Callahan, and the mounting favor with which Chicago fans received the younger league increased his irascibility. He tolerated repre sentatives of the press only as a necessary evil. FLORIDA NEWS! Beautiful Hotel Chariot Harbor Announces Excef tionally Reasonable Rait — New Manager G. Flof AUord of Radium Sprint —Open Nov. 20th ft Quail Shooting a* Fishing. Write now! Boom or no boom in Florida, the bs»n"' Hotel Charlotte Harbor will offer a «*»'' ' rates that will be very, very reasonable you are thinking about Florida at all—1' out what an honest-to-goodnesa value 1* eommodations and pleasure you can g*1 the Charlotte Harbor. Write today for information and ilhu'r* booklet. Address C. Floyd AUord, * ager, Hotel Charlotte Harbor, Punta C*" Florida. Hotel Charlotte Harbor is on the West O of Florida, in the real tropical part Florida. It is thoroughly modern — rooms, furnishings, and facilities for (M make Hotel Charlotte Harbor one of I very finest resorts on the West Coast. ,:n fishing, tennis, hunting and bathing !¦ invigorating waters of the sulphur »*j swimming pool. On Tamiami Trail, I* roads in all directions. Transients * cordially invited. Quail shooters, fishermen and early «•¦ in general can be accommodated from 20th on. The quail shooting will be good at that time. Management will be under G. Floyd AW* (of Radium Springs, Georgia). Write Alford. HOTEL Charlotte Harbo PUNTA GORDA, FLORK The Kalo Shop designers and makers o' HANDWROUGHT SILVERWARE AND JEWELRY *** Special care given to repairing heirlooms and other treasured silver pieces. *** 152 E. ONTARIO ST. Phone Superior 8130 Chica?: LEONARD ROSENQUltf Clothes for particular men — made uncommonly well 310 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENl* 64 The Chicago* While our specialty was golf, we covered the baseball games when the regular baseball reporter was taking his day off, or one of the games when there were conflicts, as there were be' fore the leagues adopted non-conflicting schedules. One night the sporting editor had a straight tip on a good story, which for certain reasons he wanted to be able to say later that he had not written. So he acquainted us with the facts and bade us write it, which we did. Next day, an open date, it fell to us to cover the baseball offices. Hart was in, but there seemed an air of tenseness among the help in the outer office. Pres- ently the door to his office opened, and out he came. Seeing us, and doubtless with the story which had appeared in mind, he glared. Probably he didn't attribute the writing of it to us, but it had been in our paper. "So your paper will print such stories!" he fumed. "Get out of here!" Attempts to placate him were futile; we couldn't even begin. "I'll throw you down the elevator shaft!" and he grabbed our collar, and presently we were out in the hall. But we used the elevator for the ten-or'so stories. And that was that. Fashion Notes FLASHES from the St. Luke's fashion Show spirited color contrasts in tweeds for town and country, for instance an Oxford gray swagger coat and skirt with contrasting under jacket of tile red sturdy shoes with buckle straps Francois Villon feathered hats afternoon suit ensembles of wool with fur in deep borders on three quar- ter length coats and kimona sleeves, small Cossack style collars, dresses in simple belted lines concealing intricate silhouette cut, soft high neck lines furred Cossack hats ..... lame or satin tunics for formal afternoon wear, over satin or velvet split skirts Cornucopia or Pagliacci velvet toques dinner or theatre gowns, mostly dark velvets, slim in their silhouettes with split skirts and detachable high necked, long sleeved jackets, accented by three tiered pearl neck' lace or wide rhinestone bracelets a furred skull cap with detachable large brim the bodice formal gown, slip shoulders, full skirts, and puff sleeves, of tucked taffeta, stiff brocades, moire, velvet and ruffled tulle, some trimmed in flow' ers alone, others in velvet ribbon or narrow fur for ultra formal occasions, net embroidered in sequins and all over sequin gowns the fullness of the satin bridal gown of 1934 shows the influence of the bustle age. — P. B. STATEMENT OF THE OWNERSHIP, MANAGEMENT, CIRCULA TION, ETC., REQUIRED BY THE ACT OF CONGRESS OF MARCH 3, 1933 Of The Chicagoan, published monthly at Chicago, Illinois, for November, 1934. State of Illinois \ County of Cook ) Before me, a notary public in and for the State and county aforesaid, personally appeared E. S. Clifford, who, having been duly sworn according to law, deposes and says that he is the Business Manager of The Chicagoan, and that the following is, to the best of his knowledge and belief, a true statement of the ownership, manage ment (and if a daily paper, the circulation), etc., of the aforesaid publication for the date shown in the above caption, required by the Act of August 24, 1912, embodied in section 411, Postal Laws and Regulations, printed on the reverse of this form, to wit: 1. That the names and addresses of the publisher, editor, managing editor, and business managers are: Publisher, Martin Quigley, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago; Editor, Wm. R. Weaver, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago; Managing Editor, Donald C. Plant, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago; Business Manager, Edwin S. Clifford, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago. 2. That the owner is: (If owned by a corporation, its name and address must be stated and also immediately thereunder the names and addresses of stockholders own ing or holding one per cent or more of total amount of stock. If not owned by a corporation, the names and addresses of the individual owners must be given. If owned by a firm, company, or other unincorporated concern, its name and address, as well as those of each individual member, must be given.) The Chicagoan Pub lishing Company, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago; Martin Quigley, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago. 3. That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security holders owning or holding 1 per cent or more of total amount of bonds, mortgages, or other securities are: (If there are none, so state.) None. 4. That the two paragraphs next above, giving the names of the owners, stock holders, and security holders, if any, contain not only the list of stockholders and security holders as they appear upon the books of the company but also, in cases where the stockholder or security holder appears upon the books of the company as trustee or in any other fiduciary relation, the name of the person or corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given; also that the said two paragraphs contain state ments embracing affiant's full knowledge and belief as to the circumstances and con ditions under which stockholders and security holders who do not appear upon the books of the company as trustees, hold stock and securities in a capacity other than that of a bona fide owner; and this affiant has no reason to believe that any other person, association, or corporation has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, bonds, or other securities than as so stated by him. 5. That the average number of copies of each issue of this publication sold or distributed, through the mails or otherwise, to paid subscribers during the twelve months preceding the date shown above is (This information is required from daily publications only.) EDWIN S. CLIFFORD, (Signature of business manager.) Sworn to and subscribed before me this 4th day of October, 1934. HAZELLE A. WERNER. (Seal) (My commission expires Sept. 12, 1937.) course you know what draws so many to California and the southwest each winter. CALIFORNIA offers all things to all people — white beaches, sunny valleys, desert oases ; and about every known form of outdoor recreation. ARIZONA holds Grand Canyon; glorious in winter; semi-tropical Phoenix, and the hot springs, dude ranches and resorts roundabout. NEW MEXICO presents the Indian-detours — Old Spain, the Indian Pueblos, and beautiful La Fonda hotel, in Old Santa Fe. THE CHIEF is the finest, fastest and only extra fare train between Chicago and California, with Phoenix Pull man tri'weekly this winter. omia LI M ITED is the only other solid Pullman, all-first'class transcontinental train west of Chicago. It has No Extra Fare. Both THE CHIEF and CALIFORNIA LIMITED have air-conditioned Fred Harvey diners; club or lounge cars; observation cars; and compartment-drawing room cars. There are Santa Fe booklets on California, Arizona, Qrand Canyon, Indian-detours, Dude Ranches. These, or any more specific in- mt^, "m / formation desired, ^^^BLtf^>/ will be sent at a mJf^^^^y word to *^%&Jts W.J. BLACK, P.T. M. /f^sS^ Santa Fe System Lines ffr*L 1279 Railway Exchange Chicago, 111. Dr. Gladys Ogilvie — of the Paris office — visiting in Chicago. GUARD YOUR HAIR— against the harsh, drying winds of November. 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Here is a gift which will please and thrill your most discriminating friends. Send us that hard-to-buy-for part of your Christmas List, and your check to cover. They will be more than delighted. Don't forget to order a package for yourself. THE GILLILAND GROVES, Phoenix, Arizona I Please send me, postage prepaid, a large De Luxe Package of Arawan Fresh Dates. Enclosed find my remittance for $2.00 NAME . | ADDRESS. CITY TREE-RIPEnED » GflRDEn-FRESH ROY BRADLEY, HOLLYWOOD'S FAVORITE, AND ARLENE ABER OF STAGE AND SCREEN WHO DANCE IN THE GOLD COAST ROOM Music and Lights Builder -Uppers for Night Life By Donald C. Plant WEDNESDAY nights are Notables Nights at the Col- lege Inn of the Hotel Sherman again, we learn at press time. We know about what that means : every Wednes day night will be just like opening night at the Byfield' and'Bering-and'Braun basement. On opening night there was George Olsen, the smiling one, and Ethel Shutta, his lovely blonde wife. We noted on our cuff that Olsen and his outfit are the best the Inn has had since Ben Bernie and All the Lads. Mary McCormic thought so, too. (She had just come from Scranton, Pa., and had also just had an operation, but not in Scranton, we hope.) Rudy Vallee, lovely blonde Alice Faye, Arthur Tracy, Hope Emmerson, Pat Kennedy, Martha Raye, all sang. Lovely blonde Virginia Pine was at the Byfield table, so was lovely blonde Lou Holtz, who also performed and lovely blonde Fannie Brice. Here and there were lovely blonde Willie and Eugene Howard, lovely blonde Frank Buck, Dolores ("Miss World's Fair") Montez, Bobbe Arnst, Sally Rand, Paula Stone, Amos and Andy, Jesse Craw ford, the Fits Brothers and then current orchestra leaders: Ted Weems, Benny Kruger, Kay Kyser, Johnny Hamp, Stan Myers, Henry King. That, sketchily, is what Olsen and Company opening night was, so you can trot out your opera hat and shake the lint off your dinner jacket and see what the Wednesday Notables Nights are like. They'll probably be quite like. The curfew law has been definitely tossed aside at the French Casino with the obvious result that the brilliant Folies Bergeres revue, imported from Paris, carries on now until even the Dawn Patrol is ready for scrambled eggs and sausage. The new late show gets under way at 1 :30 A. M., features A Fine Mirror selected with thought and OT with care will add richrK spaciousness, and sparkle any room or hallway. E* small changes in your ho will result in much impro ment if you follow the exf* enced guidance of E* Kempson Dow and Mil^: McCune. Decoration of Hov 0 Emily Kempson Dov Inc. 620 N. 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That's the latest news from the French Casino, but don't for' get that such stars as Emile Boreo, dynamic vocalist; Gloria Gilbert, the toe-dancing "human-top"; Olympe Bradna, the clever acrobatic danseuse; Desty, Delso and Juan, adagio won- ders; the Lime Trio, panto-comics, and the two score girls, of course, still grace the complete show menu during the evening. Messrs. Fritzel and Jacobson, major- domos of smart Chez Paree, admit readily that they cannot be terrorised by one John J. ("Jack") Frost. For these gentle men have displayed remarkable foresight by signing up the Last of the Red Hot Mammas to supervise the Heat Wave in the first of their wintry weather revues which opens Novem ber 9th. The L. of the R. H. M.'s, as you very well know, is the one and only Sophie Tucker, her Royal Hi-de-Highness, who re cently gave a command performance for King George and Queen Mary at the Palladium in London. Sophie's appearance at Chez Paree will mark her first in this country for some months. She is probably on the high seas at the moment this is being written, and she will pause just long enough in New York to attend a dinner to be given in her honor by the American Federation of Actors. Some thousand or so guests and twelve toastmasters, including Eddie Cantor and Georgie Jessel, will be present; and it's the first time in the history of the theatre that a woman has been so signally honored. New songs and new gowns will be introduced by Soph when she opens at Chez Paree and the Adorables have been rehears ing several London musical comedy numbers sent over by The Tucker for some time now. Down at the Terrace Garden of the Mor rison there is a complete new floorshow. Stan Myers, handsome and youthful (he's only twenty-five and a graduate of Canisius College with post-graduate credits from Columbia), and his likewise youthful orchestra remain in the bandshell. The ten Virginia O'Brien dancers have new routines, and Armando and Francis I visiling Fecamp Abbey in 1534 vv hen your guests sip their Benedictine, they are linked, through your courtesy, to a gentle ritual of enjoyment four centuries old. For this golden liqueur is like a legend — impervious to time and change, treasured from age to age. At the ancient Abbey at Fecamp, France, the slow, secret distillation still goes on, hardly changed since 15 10, when the learned monk,DomBernardoVincelli, first produced his "elixir" and named it Benedictine. There is only one Veritable Benedictine — identified by the ecclesiastical initials D.O. M.— Deo Optimo Maximo, "To God most good, most great." Benedictine is "ha Grande Liqueur Francaise" — preeminent among the liqueurs of the world. Julius Wile Sons 6c Co., New York. Sole Agents for the United States. D. O. M. BENEDICTINE VEMBER, 1934 67 <j^»A<WNNfr^4EiM><»^<<MNNfr4NMNfr4ME Ljou 11 be JJelLqhted with the character and clever arrangement of Your Room ! You will find it so refreshingly different to come home to your room at Hotel Pearson. You'll respond gratefully to the cheerful harmony of the furnish ings, the smart, good taste, the clever originality of our architects and interior decorators who have made your room into a charming individual home for you. Lamps, drapes, coverings — all in keeping with the mode. Moreover, a fine address — and rentals most inviting. hotel Pearson East Pearson Street Le Petit Bar • # and cocktail lounge open from noon on LE PETIT GOURMET delicious food 619 N. Michigan Ave. MARION NOLAN, ONE OF THE LOVELY ABBOTT INTERNATIONAL DANCERS IN THE EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE Lita, whose Apache dances have garnered many words of praise, do a new Chinese number. The Autumn Revue in the Empire Room of the Palmer House features several newcomers to local supper spots. Dorothy and Dave Fitzgibbons, known to Broadway musicomedy patrons have joined the talent team. Roy Cropper, of Student Prince fame, has signed up; Harry and Dorothy Dixon, dancers from Hollywood, are there; and Stan Kavan- augh, juggler and illusionist of quite some reputation. The original Abbott International Dancers, who have been on an other European tour (thus continuing to live up to their name) , have returned to the fold, too, and Ted Weems and his fine orchestra remain on the bandstand. Earl Burtnett and his orchestra, includ ing "Red" Hodgson, the trick trumpet and funnyman, and a new musical clown, Wilbur Hall, have returned to The Drake and the newly reopened Gold Coast Room. Ballad singing Stanley Hickman and Ruth Lee, a personality-gal, are his vocal ists. Blonde Arlene Aber and her partner, Roy Bradley, con tinue to present their group of ballroom dances. MANFRED GOTT- H ELF, WHO LEADS HIS FINE CONTINENTAL O R CH ESTRA NIGHTLY AT THE SMART MONTE CRISTO ITALIAN RESTAURANT COAST ROOM5 ¦featuring EARL BURTNETT and his Hollywood Orchestra Sparkling music, brilliant entertainment and fine food in an atmosphere of dis tinction. Dancing during the dinner hour and through the evening. ^NO COVER CHARGE ^DINNER *L» w\ Saturday $2. Why Mexico? CLIMATE When it's 100 in the shade here, it's 70 in Mexico City. When it's 20 below here, it's still 70 in Mexico City. Never hot, never cold, always de lightful. EXPENSES Your $1 is worth $3.60 in Mexico. For instance, $16 amounts to more than 57 Pesos, a liberal allowance for hotel accommodations and 5'ghtseeing expenses for 4 or ^ days. R.R. FARES The co-oper ation of the National Railways of Mexi co, the American railroads, and the Pullman Company makes possible greatly re duced rates from all parts of the United States to Mexico City. MEXICO. WITH ITS MARKET SCENES, FIESTAS. AND VARIED TOPOG RAPHY IS THE MOST PICTURESQUE COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. AND NOWHERE DO YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW BLEND SO HAP PILY AS IN THE REPUBLIC SOUTH OF THE ROMANTIC RIO GRANDE. Cola Whit 900 MICHIGAN, NORTH Old Photographs restored Photographs that please THE PLEASANT LITTLE COCKTAIL LOUNGE, PARISIAN IN SETTING, ON THE MEZZANINE ABOVE THE KITTY DAVIS BAR CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT (Continued from page 6) PARDON MY SOUTHERN ACCENT— Columbia. And "When You First Ate an Olive," both by Irving Aaronson and his Commanders. NIGHT AND DAY— Brunswick. Eddy Duchin and his Orchestra play this grand tune from "Gay Divorcee." Reverse: "Speak to Me of Love." STARS FELL ON ALABAMA— Brunswick. And "Day Dreams," both by Freddy Martin and his Orchestra. THE CONTINENTAL — Brunswick. Leo Reisman and his Orchestra with Reisman doing the local refrain. And "A Needle in a Haystack" from "Gay Divorcee." TABLES Dusk Till Dawn 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. EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. The Fall Frolics is going beautifully with Jack Powell, droll drummer, heading a grand floorshow. Ted Weems and his orchestra play. GOLD COAST ROOM— The Drake. Superior 2200. Earl Burtnett and his fine orchestra play to a pleasant, refined patronage. Aber and Bradley are the dance team. JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Henry King and his orchestra play and Robert Royce is back heading the entertain ment. 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 Clyde Lucas and his California Dons. 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 will introduce his next revue on November 9, headed by Sophie Tucker and a lot of talent, including the Adorables. OLD HEIDELBERG— Randolph near State. Frank Hazzard and his Old Heidelberg octette and excellent food. 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. POMPEIAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Irving Aaronson and his Commanders, eighteen pieces and six entertainers. Morning — Noon — Night THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. And a new Cocktail Lounge. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Here the fine' old traditions of culinary art are preserved. And there's the famous Merry-Go-Round Bar and the new Eastman Casino. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to m,=itch. PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. The splen did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. COlDIiSTATE TIED and the spice of desert color and romance com plete to the charm of ARIZONA CALIFORNIA Railroad fares — hotel and guest ranch rates — lower than ever Every travel luxury en route — direct low altitude thru service to Phoenix, San Diego, Los Angeles, Santa Barbara. Only thru service Chicago to El Paso, Tucson, Chandler, Palm Springs, Agua Caliente. Air-conditioned Club, Observation, Dining and Drawing - Room - Compart ment Sleeping Cars. Rock Island-Southern Pacific Golden State Route — quick est by many hours to Phoenix — just an overnight trip from Phoenix to the coast — and Southern Arizona's stopover lure is irresistible. For literature and full details apply to L. H. McCORMICK Gen'l Agt. Pass'r Dept. Rock Island Lines 179 W. Jackson Hlvd. Chicago, 111. Phone Wabash 3200 1701 ROCK ISLAND C H ft K B I KT uviP, (AJu/jZrth/iJlTfd- QJ/iaA FELLS ORIGINAL ft f |kT LONDON DRY VJi 1 XN '{ OVEMBER, 1934 69 BILLY BAXTER SARSAPARILLA This pleasant and healthful bever age, so well adapted to obviate" the effects of fatigue upon the constitution, and so agreeable on account of its vivacity, sprightli- ness and coolness, is now offered at all good stores. The well known strengthening and purifying qualities of the principal materials, added to its pleasant taste, will render this beverage a general favorite with the public; it unites the life and spirit of Soda Water with the agreeable flavor of sarsaparilla and birch; it is also a cooling and refreshing Medicine, which is imperceptible in its oper ation, although of advantageous effect. The most apparent effect of Billy Baxter Sarsaparilla upon the sys tem is the purifying of the blood so as to remove all pimples or erup tions of the skin in a short time after it is first taken. The other effects are a general invigorating and renovating of the system, and strengthening and reviving the mind after tedious application to business, or unusual exercise. At any good club or hotel— grocer or druggist. 10 oz. club style bottles and full pint family style. OTTO SCHMIDT WINE CO. DISTRIBUTORS FOR CHICAGO 1229 S. Wabash Avenue AMERICA'S FINEST ITALIAN RESTAURANT * THE NEW ROMAN ROOM *FAMOUSBALBO BAR Dttncins *° Manirwl Gotthell e> and his Continental Orchestra EVERY NIGHT FROM 8 UNTIL CLOSING fiittinir in Charming Mining Continental Manner Table d' Hote Dinner — SJ.OO Luncheon, 40cj No Cover or Minimum Charge, ERIESI.rfST.KAIR eat atWAGTAYLES THE FOOD IS VERY GOOD THEy ARE OPEN ALL THE TIME Loyola near Sheridan — opp. L Station HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2 1 00. Several note worthy dining rooms and, of course, College Inn. And able bartenders at the bars. THE DRAKE — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Several dining rooms and always impeccable service. MORRISON HOTEL — 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Several dining rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 block— Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Pleasant dining in the Marine Dining Room. HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle and Madison. Franklin 0700. Several supe rior dining rooms with excellent menus. PEARSON HOTEL — 1 90 E. Pearson. Superior 8200. Here one finds the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak refinement. HOTEL BELMONT— Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2 1 00. Quiet and refined, rather in the Continental manner. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 1 62 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. Well appointed dining room and a decorative continental /^sso ted Appetizer Bar. THE LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 1 81 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. * Rendezvous of the town notables; equally notable cuisine. HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER— 1 63 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. Luncheon — Dinner — Later MRS. SHINTANI'S— 743 Rush. Delaware 8I56. 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. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. Fa mous old establishment unsurpassed in service of seafoods. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. LE PETIT GOURMET^6l5 N. Michigan. Superior I 1 84. What with its lovely little courtyard, it's something of a show place and always well attended by the better people. ROCOCO HOUSE— 1 61 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish service and food stuffs. You'll leave in that haze of content that surges over a well-fed diner. PICCANINNY— 380I 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. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM— 2 1 S. Wabash. State 0840. Corned beef and cabbage and other good old American dishes. L'AIGLON — 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1 909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able catering, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. HENRICI'S— 71 .W. Randolph. Dearborn I800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be without orchestral din. MISS LINDQUISTS CAFE— 5540 Hyde Park Blvd. Midway 7809. The only place on the south side serving smorgasbord. Breakfast, luncheon and dinner, and strictly home-cooking. A BIT OF SWEDEN— ION Rush St. Delaware I492. 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. 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 had. THE TAVERN — Hotel Knickerbocker. Superior 4264. A smart, unique wining and dining room with clever murals. FRED HARVEY'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1 060. Superiority of service and select cuisine, and its tradition, make it a favorite luncheon, tea and dinner choice. 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. PITTSFIELD TAVERN— 55 E. Washington. State 4925. Always a delightful spot for luncheon and tea while shopping, and for dinner later. WAGTAYLE'S WAFFLE SHOP— 1 205 Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. Another north side spot popular with the late-at-nighters. So different — .so good — That's the answer to the grand rush for the SMOR GASBORD at Luncheon and Dinner time at "apttof^toeben" ION RUSH STREET Delicious Vintages, Bonded Liquors in your favorite cock tails, or a Swedish pick-me-up, or beet of all SWEDISH SNAPS and SWEDISH PUNCH to your heart's content. Come soon and treat yourself to a real thrill. DINNER from 5:30 to 9 - from $1.10 LUNCHEON from 11:30 to 2:30 - from 45c / i Enjoy a Delicious JAPANESE SUKIYAKI' DINNER with Mrs. Shintani at 743 Rush Street, and accept her invitation to inspect the new and larger dining room. Luncheon 75c — $1.00 Dinner $1.00— $1.25 MRS. SHINTANI 743 Rush Street Del. 8156 *#Jte The new Cocktail Loung * at ^ SALLY'S Utterly Different Restful and Delightfu ? 4650 Sheridan Road Meet KITTY DAVIS TONIGHT in her Cocktail Lounge Where a Parisian Setting Greets * all year round, accompanied »>'" j European custom of prival* phone service at each table 245 S. WABASH Northeast Corner Jackson B,vtl:,- 'Phones WEBster 2277—2278—' 70 The Chicago a 3 O c o c C a* o 03 O, cd 3 'C 3 3 c/5 3 5 ,3 # o -3 o c CO c o w Ph 3 O S-l 3 O 3 hi 0 43 > 2 .5 u, V$ o 5U '5 e 0. cm ^o "a « 2 ^ © CO 3 O >^ O ¦* i 3 o 1 o en T5 • - a) £ o £ S 3 «> O re! >^ -3 "S3 bC THESE are the FACTS of "LIFE" (BUBBLES IN YOUR HIGHBALL ARE A SIGN OF LIFE) Oh ¦ — ,*..., K" " — — ' '' | i ~sm— -.* D O SOME MIXERS BUBBLE VIOLENTLY AT THE BEGINNING 1 ; IBpSi i m ,.,,nsi.„, , at AND THEN GO FLAT /-^> rtcx! BUT IF YOUR DRINK IS STILL BUBBLING AFTER 30 MINUTES ^b- that's because it's made with It's a fact that a drink mixed with White Rock holds its life for an amazingly long time. Tests show you can still hear it bubbling after 30 minutes. And it tastes better— acts better. White Rock is over on the alkaline side. Combats acidity. Better for you.