March, 1935 *& e Price 25 Cents CWCAGOAN 5,,v/V«/' IVilliam C. Boy den— Karl eton Hackett—Carl J. Ross Milton S. Mayer— A. George Miller-Jack McDonald Kenneth D. Fry— Dr. Max Thorek—H. V. Strawn The Packard Twelve Sedan for Seven Passengers yt/kat a (J^ackaxAi WE URGE you to see the new 1935 Packard. Inspect its modern streamlining, its magnificent new interior treatment. Notice that the famous Packard iden tifying lines have not only been re tained, but actually have been em phasized. What a beautiful Packard! Then enter the car. Here's a roomi ness you've never known before. The widest, most comfortable seats you ever sat in. The doors are easier to get into and out of. The windshield is wider, the windows larger, giving you greater vision than ever before. What a spacious, comfortable Packard! Now drive the car. Packard engineers, by increasing the tread and redistribut ing weight, have made the new Packard even easier to ride in and easier to handle than last year's car. And what a brilliantly performing Packard! Packard engineers, by utilizing new materials and redesigning parts, have also produced the toughest, longest - lived car in Packard's history. They have created a motor so perfect that, were the equator a road, you could drive the car half-way around the world in a week without harming the motor in any way. What a rugged Packard! We repeat the invitation: See and drive this new car. After that, we believe you will soon be driving one of your own, while people exclaim as you pass: "What a Packard!" • • o ON THE AIR: Packard presents Lawrence Tibbett* John B. Kennedy and a distinguished orchestra every Tuesday evening 7 30 to 8:00 C. S. T. over WIS PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO CONSULT THE PACKARD LISTING IN YOUR TELEPHONE DIRECTORY FOR THE ADDRESS OF THE NEAREST BRANCH OR DEALER THE ANNUAL SALE OF STERLING SILVER A series of thrills awaits you at Field's in March. The pleasure of looking at some of the loveliest sterling ever fashioned by human hands. The surprise of finding it marked so low. The pride of making it your own! For in spite of the fact that silver has risen in value, we bring you hollow ware and flatware at prices that would have created a stir a year ago. Th e Jewelry Room, First Floor, Wabash MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY March, 1935 3 CONTENTS for II larch Page I AT THE BRIDGE, by Robert Sinnott 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 7 EDITORIAL COMMENT 8 LAKE VIEWS, by H. V. Strawn 9 CHICAGOANA 10 ENNUI 1 1 MYSTERY 12 BARBARY COASTING, by A. George Miller 13 A TENOR AND HIS WAY, by William C. Boyden 16 PICTORIAL ELOQUENCE, by Dr. Max Thorek 17 PILGRIMAGE TO GERMANY, by Milton S. Mayer 18 THE SOVIETS TAKE TO SONG 19 MUSIC, by Karleton Hackett 20 THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden 21 INA CLAIRE, by Vandamm 22 MILADY'S HAIR, by Polly Barker 24 SPORTS, by Kenneth D. Fry 25 CINEMA, by William R. Weaver 27 TRAVEL, by Carl J. Ross 28 THE MIDGET RACES, by Jack McDonald 30 CONTRACT, by E. M. LaSron 34 WORDS WITHOUT MUSIC, by Marjorie Kaye 40 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Donald C. Plant CODE THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company. Martin Quigley, President, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago, 111. Har rison 0035. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson'Reilly, Paramount Bldg., Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Francisco. U. S. subscription, $2.00 annually; Canada and Foreign, $3.00; single copy 25c. Vol. XV, No. 7, March, 1935. Copyright, 1935. Entered as second class matter August 19, 1931, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays unless otherwise indicated.) Musical D'OYLY CARTE COMPANY— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2561. Fa mous English Company offers repertory of Gilbert & Sullivan operas. LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Successful revue with Bert Lahr and others. Opens middle of April. Drama SHOWBOAT DIX1ANA— North Branch, Chicago River, at Diversey Park way. "The James Boys in Missouri" is now playing. In seventh month. SIXTEEN— Blackstone, 60 E. Balbo. Harrison 6609. Charles Freeman's production of powerful drama about adolescent emotion, featuring Shaindel Kalish. THE FIRST LEGION— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. All male cast rn a play about the Jesuits with Bert Lytell, Whitford Kane, Charles Coburn and others. Fourth American Theatre Society play. ODE TO LIBERTY— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Ina Claire in smart adaptation from French. With Walter Slezak. The third American Theatre Society play. MARY OF SCOTLAND— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2561. Helen Hayes in historic drama by Maxwell Anderson. Pauline Frederick in Helen Mencken's part. Opens in April. THE GREEN BAY TREE— Chicago Woman's Club, 72 E. Ilth. Harrison 3360. Uptown Players present controversial drama by Mordant Sharip. Opens March 12. GOOD NEWS— National College of Education Theatre, 2770 Sheridan Rd., Evanston. University 6300. The seventh annual Northwestern Uni versity Waa-Mu musical show, reviving the musical comedy which orig inally ran a year at the Selwyn. CINEMA DAVID COPPERFIELD— An amazing boy actor named Freddy Bartholomew dominates an incredibly faithful, understanding and competent produc tion of Dickens' great work. Lionel Barrymore, Lewis Stone, W. C. Fields, Edna May Oliver, Roland Young, Madge Evans, and Frank Lawton are members of a prodigious cast. Hugh Walpole made the adaptation. It is the finest picture of 1935 and probably all preceding years. (Let nothing keep you from it.) THE GOOD FAIRY— Margaret Sullavan, Frank Morgan, Herbert Marshall and Reginald Owen make of Ferenc Molnar's play the brightest picture of the month. (Don't miss it.) THE IRON DUKE— George Arliss" portrayal of Wellington is no doubt superb, the production is magnificently staged, the supporting cast is without flaw and only an occasional slight inflection or emphasis color ing history in England's favor mars a nevertheless splendid entertainment. (By all means.) THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD— Claude Raines, David Montgomery, Heather Angel and an able supporting cast enact the Dickens thriller with admirable attention to detail and satisfactory result. (Go.) THE COUNTY CHAIRMAN— Evelyn Venable and Louise Dresser afford feminine balance to Will Rogers' characteristic portrayal of a George Ade character that might have been written for, if not by, him. (Certainly.) WINGS IN THE DARK— Cary Grant and Myrna Loy drum up a con genial human interest story against an aviation background. (Perhaps.) CHARLIE CHAN IN PARIS— Warner Oland's current portrayal of the screen's favorite detective. (Of course.) DEVIL DOGS OF THE AIR— Pat O'Brien and James Cagney enact their familiar rivalries in the foreground while the U. S. Marine Corps gives an impressive and informative exhibition of training and battle procedure. (If you fly.) BABOONA — The Martin Johnsons obtain from a plane bigger and better views of their Africa. (Drop in.) BACHELOR OF ARTS— John Erskine's story is better film than book and still nothing to incite a riot. ('Scuse it.) BABBITT — Guy Kibbee and Ailene McMahon in a louder and funnier fiction than the book. (If you like Kibbee.) BIOGRAPHY OF A BACHELOR GIRL— Ann Harding, Robert Montgom ery, Edward Everett Horton, Una Merkel and Edward Arnold in a well acted if shallow tale about Bohemians. (No.) ENCHANTED APRIL— Ann Harding, Frank Morgan, Katherine Alexander and, particularly, Reginald Owen in a quiet little comedy of manners. (If you like nice things.) I SELL ANYTHING— Pat O'Brien has a lot of fun with and in the auction eering racket and so do you. (Yes.) CLIVE OF INDIA— Ronald Colman, Loretta Young, Colin Clive and fifty million Englishmen rewrite an important and especially thrilling chapter of history rather more faithfully than entertainingly. (It's educational.) LIVES OF A BENGAL LANCER— Gary Cooper, Franchot_ Tone, Sir Guy Standing and innumerable others in another chapter of history somewhat less exactingly and more excitingly recorded. (See Clive of India first.) I AM A THIEF— Ricardo Cortez and Mary Astor in a swift, stimulating and just plausible crook-catch-crook thing. (If you haven't had enough.) rtidfeed e? z?i£ cy^M<%w <z Frank L. Dorpols Andrew J. Gefaratti f^GENILEMEN'S TAILORsF] 307 HOEIH MICHIGAN AVENUE CHICAGO October 31, 1934. Mr. J. D. knotter, c/o Bookless Fastener Co., 1003 Merchandise Mart, Ch I CAG 0, ILLI NO I S. Dearie. 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The sponsorship they have conferred upon the Talon slide fastener for closing trousers has established it as an integral and indispensable part of modern tailoring refinement. DISPLAY no. 15 OF LETTERS FROM THE FOREMOST CUSTOM TAILORS OF AMERICA ENDORSING TROUSERS TAILORED WITH HOOKLESS FASTENER COMPANY, MEADVILLE, PA. . NEW YORK . BOSTON . PHILADELPHIA . CHICAGO . LOS ANGELES . SAN FRANCISCO . SE4TTLE THE NIGHT IS YOUNG — Ramon Novarro, Evelyn Laye, Charles Butter- worth and Una Merkel are principals of a pleasant, pretty, tuneful but not especially important operetta in the Vienna manner. (Possibly.) BRIGHT EYES — Shirley Temple and James Dunn lightly but very positively amuse. (Surely.) THE GILDED LILY— Claud ette Colbert and Fred MacMurray, a new comer of promise, toy adroitly with the tinsel celebrity theme while achieving pleasant personal entertainment. (Look in.) HELL IN THE HEAVENS— Warner Baxter and Conchita Montenegro in one of the least of the films about flyers in the world war. (Skip it.) BORDERTOWN — Paul Muni and Bette Davis contribute two sterling per formances to a different and worthwhile production. (Indeed.) NIGHT LIFE OF THE GODS— Almost anyone would have known the book wouldn't film; it didn't. (No.) SPORTS National Hockey League MARCH 5 — New York Americans vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. MARCH 10 — New York Rangers vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. MARCH 14 — Detroit Red Wings vs. Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium. College Sports MARCH 9 — Western Conference indoor track and field championship, University of Chicago Field House. MARCH 16 — Armour relays, Armour Institute. Baseball Training Camp Games MARCH 14, 15— Cubs vs. Pittsburgh at Los Angeles. MARCH 16, 17— Cubs vs. White Sox at Los Angeles. MARCH 18, 20 — Cubs vs. Sacramento at Sacramento. MARCH 19— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Pasadena. MARCH 20 — Cubs vs. San Francisco at Modesto. MARCH 20, 21— White Sox vs. Hollywood at Los Angeles. MARCH 21— Cubs vs. Oakland at Oakland. MARCH 22. 23, 24— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Los Angeles. MARCH 22, 23 — Cubs vs. San Francisco at San Francisco. MARCH 24— Cubs vs. Oakland at Oakland; Cubs vs. San Francisco at San Francisco. MARCH 25, 26— Cubs vs. Seattle at Los Angeles. MARCH 26— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at San Bernardino. MARCH 27, 28— Cubs vs. Portland at Los Angeles. MARCH 27— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Yuma. MARCH 28— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Phoenix. MARCH 29— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Tucson. MARCH 29, 30 — Cubs vs. Hollywood at Los Angeles. MARCH 30— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at El Paso. MARCH 31— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at San Antonio. MARCH 31 — Cubs vs. Los Angeles at Los Angeles. TABLES Dusk Till Dawn COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The goodole Byfield Basement with Art Jarrett and his orchestra and his lovely wife, Eleanor Holm. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. Herbie Kay and his orchestra; James Kozak's concert orchestra plays from 6 to 8 P. M. CONTINENTAL ROOM— Stevens Hotel, S. Michigan at Balbo. Wabash 4400. Handsome new room with Keith Beecher and his orchestra and a new revue headed by Lina Basquette. JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Josef Cher- niavsky directs the orchestra. Saturdays and Sundays only. EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. The new Winter Revue includes Jay Seiler, the Condos Brothers, Stanley Morner and of course Ted Weems and his band. TERRACE GARDEN— Morrison Hotel. Franklin 9600. A splendid new show and Stan Meyers and his Morrison Hotel orchestra. The O'Brien Girls dance. WALNUT ROOM— Bismarck Hotel. Central 0123. Leonard Keller and his orchestra, and entertainment. GOLD COAST ROOM— The Drake. Superior 2200. The Gold Coast Room Orchestra plays for dancing. HARRY'S NEW YORK BAR— 400 N. Wabash. Delaware 3527. Joe Buckley and orchestra play for tea dancing. Paul Mare and his orches tra play evenings. OLD HEIDELBERG— Randolph near State. Franklin 1892. Herr Louie, The Weasel, Original Hungry Five, and excellent food. FLORIDA ROOM — St. Clair Hotel. Superior 4660. Balmy and tropical with colored awnings, warmth, charm. Jimmy Bell and his colored Tampa Tun esters play. CHEZ PAREE — Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. A grand show with a lot of talent, including the Adorables. Gus Arnheim's orchestra with Al Trahan and Nick Long, Jr., heading the show. Morning — Noon — Night PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. The splen did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. THE DRAKE — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Several dining rooms and always impeccable service. THE BLACKSTONE— Michigan at 7th St. Harrison 4300. Unexcelled cuisine and always the most meticulous service. MORRISON HOTEL— 70 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Several dining rooms and the traditionally superb Morrison kitchen. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Several note worthy dining rooms and of course, College Inn. And able bartenders at the bars. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Here the fine old traditions of culinary art are preserved. And there's the famous Merry-Go-Round Bar and the new Eastman Casino. THE STEVENS— S. Michigan at Balbo. Wabash 4400. The Boulevard Room and Continental Room for fine dining. 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. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match. THE LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Rendezvous of the town notables; equally notable cuisine. HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. Several private party rooms, the main dining room and the Tavern. HOTEL WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Famous throughout the years as a delightful place to dine. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 E. Pearson. Superior 8200. Here one finds the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak refinement. HOTEL BELMONT— Sheridan Road at Belmont. Bittersweet 2100. Quiet and refined, rather in the continental manner. ST. CLAIR HOTEL— 162 E. Ohio. Superior 4660. Well appointed dining room and a decorative continental Assorted Appetizer Bar. ORRINGTON. HOTEL— 1710 Orrington, Evanston. University 8700. Ex cellent cuisine and always well patronized by northshore and north side people. The French Room is famous for its hors d'oeuvres bar. Luncheon — Dinner — Later RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the -famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. THE NIMROD GRILL— 29 E. Wacker. Dearborn 4255. Formerly Bollard and Fraser. Good food and the best in drinks and the same welcome atmosphere that you found in Harry's New York Bar in Streets of Paris last summer. HORN PALACE— 32 Plymouth Court. Webster 0561. Excellent cuisine and a bar with bartenders who really know the art of mixing. Try their potatoes a la Donahue. THE TAVERN— Hotel Knickerbocker. Superior 4264. A smart, unique wining and dining room with clever murals. MISS LINDQUIST'S CAFE— 5540 Hyde Park Blvd. Midway 7809. The only place on the south side serving smorgasbord. Breakfast, luncheon and dinner, and strictly home-cooking. A BIT OF SWEDEN— ION Rush St. Delaware 1492. Originator of the justly famous smorgasbord. Food in the atmosphere of Old Sweden. Cocktail hour at five o'clock. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. A noble old German establishment with good, solid victuals, prepared and served in the German manner. Carl Gallauer is proprietor. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A grand place to visit. Handsomely furnished, able catering, private dining rooms and, now, lower prices. SALLY'S WAFFLE SHOP— 4650 Sheridan Road. Sunnyside 5685. One of the north side's institutions; grand place for after-a-night-of-it break fast. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be without orchestral din. MONTE CRISTO— 645 St. Clair. Superior 2464. The beautifully deco rated Roman Room and the handsome Balbo Bar; where leisurely dining and wining may be enjoyed. THE VERA MEGOWEN RESTAURANT— 501 Davis, Evanston. Greenleaf 4585. A smart dining spot where Evanstonians and north siders like to meet and eat. FRED HARVEY'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Superiority of service and select cuisine, and its tradition, make it a favorite eating spot. THE SPA— Jackson and Michigan. Webster 3785. The food is good and the bartenders able, and Nel and Clyde entertain back of the bar. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. Famous old establishment unsurpassed in service of seafoods. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. What with its lovely little courtyard, it's something of a show place and always well attended by the better people. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish service and food stuffs. You'll leave in that haze of content that surges over a well-fed diner. MRS. SHINTANI'S— 743 Rush. Delaware 8156. Interesting Japanese restaurant specializing in native suki-yaki dinners. PHELPS & PHELPS COLONIAL TEA ROOM— 6324 Woodlawn. Hyde Park 6324. Serving excellent foods in the simple, homelike Early Ameri can style with Colonial atmosphere. PITTSFIELD TAVERN— 55 E. Washington. State 4925. Always a delightful spot for luncheon and tea while shopping, and for dinner later. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0840. Corned beef and cabbage and other good old American dishes. WAGTAYLE'S WAFFLE SHOP— 1205 Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. Another north side spot popular with the late-at-nighters. OFF THE RECORDS FARE THEE WELL, ANNABELLE— Decca. From "Sweet Music." Glen Gray and his Casa Loma Orchestra play, "Pee Wee" Hunt does the vocal chorus. "In the Blue and Pensive Mood" on the other side, by the Casa Loma Boys with Ken Sargent singing. MANDY — Decca. Claude Hopkins and his Orchestra do this good old revived number in "Kid Millions," Orlando Robertson singing. Reverse, "Do You Ever Think of Me?" by the Hopkins outfit and Robertson. (Get it by all means, if only because you remember it in the "Follies of 1919," or was it '20?) STAR DUST — Brunswick. Hoagy Carmichael's swell piece played by Louis Prima and his Orchestra, Prima singing. Reverse, " 'Long About Mid night," by Prima and his New Orleans Gang, too. SO RED THE ROSE— Brunswick. Hal Kemp and his Orchestra play this and "Haunting Me" with the refrains sung by Bob Allen. MY ISLE OF GOLDEN DREAMS— Decca. And "Your Eyes Have Told Me So," a pair of old favorites handled nicely by Justin Ring and his Orchestra. THE MERRY WIDOW WALTZ— Decca. With "Vilia" on the other side. Two of Lehar's fine numbers from "The Merry Widow." Roy Fox and his Band play them notably. SWEET MUSIC— Decca. And "Every Day," both from "Sweet Music" as you probably know, and Victor Young and his Orchestra do a hand some job with them. 6 The Chicagoan (bdttonal .... WITH the production of David Copperfield the cinema may be said to have come of age. A fine maturity of conception, appreciation and purpose is discernible in every phase of the presentation. Neither dipping of knee nor lofting of hat betrays its Hol lywood origin. In direction, scenario and enactment fidel ity to the Dickens text is put above personal ends and the strange god called Box Office. For once, and perhaps the first time, the vast and varied technical resources of the screen as a narrative medium have been devoted fully and directly to the faithful translation of a printed work. Dis tortion for effect, elimination for suspense, accentuation for laugh or tear, all of the petty continuity tricks are foregone. Sequences occur as chapters of a book, block ing out in orderly fashion the whole of the story. Great stars and unknown players enter and exit as characters, never as themselves. There never was such a picture, but there will be such another. Whatever the circumstances responsible for the deviations from custom, whatever the hurt to individual vanity, the result is the same — the cinema has shown what it can do and its audience is loud in demand for more in kind. Fortunately, literature is rich in untapped reservoirs of similarly substantial material. l^ERHAPS it is a little profane to mention radio in the * same column with David Copperfield, but not even an involuntary ear can escape occasional indications of a gradual upcurve in the quality of programs. There is indis putable evidence of improvement in the attitude of broadcaster toward listener in the by no means juvenile productions of the Lux radio theatre on Sunday afternoons. To be sure, these presentations of yesterday's stage hits with today's stars are borrowed material at most, but they are so smartly and intelligently proffered as to promise early death of the hypothesis that holds the age of the radio audience to be eleven years. And there is encouragement of related kind in the cropping out of wit, so long a radio taboo, on the Jack Benny half-hour for Jello. While still a different type of hope, and perhaps the soundest, finds firm foundation in the Dudley Crafts Watson broadcasts for Charles A. Stevens. Dr. Watson is wholly undismayed by the radio tradition — he speaks intelligently of the civil ized interests and lo, there are mounting hosts of ears at tuned to his address. Granted that three programs are us whispers in the tempest of sound and fury, it is signifi cant that there are even these at this point in the devel- Sandor Dedicates a Modern Escutcheon to the Distinguished Salmon Oliver Levinson opment of an almost wholly commercial and outrageously oversold medium of expression. Remember that the Jesse Lasky of radio has not yet appeared, nor the David Belasco nor the P. T. Barnum as the case may turn out to be. When he does, these are straws for his bricks. And his arrival is overdue. W ND perhaps it is equally profane to mention news- *¦' paper cartoons in the same column with radio. We don't mean newspaper comic strips, which we regard as unmentionable in any and all company, but we do mean the ancient and formerly honorable institution that has gone to pot all over the front pages of the nation since the politician-publishers who have come into possession of the news press adopted a general policy of dictating the daily cartoon. Development in this field of artistic en deavor, as it used to be called with good reason, is pro ceeding on the type of downcurve commonly associated with the plummet. Nor does there seem to be a bottom. Save for veteran independents such as John T. McCutcheon, the men who draw the pictures that get in your eyes across the breakfast coffee have become as slaves, to use the kinder term. Their masters command them in the name of what is called the freedom of the press and in contrast with that contradiction nothing suggested appears too absurd to draw. It will be a little while before circulation directors discover that the publishers have drained the daily cartoon of its once great copy-sales value. After that it will not be long until this venerable adjunct of the newsprints is no more. Few cartoonists of note have risen in the last twenty years — none in the last ten. Tears overwhelm us. chtcago ts bounded on the east — BY INCOMPARABLE LAKE MICHIGAN, OF COURSE, AND FROM HIS APARTMENT WINDOW H. V. STRAWN POINTS HIS LENS TOWARD MICHIGAN TO BRING DOWN THE STUNNING VIEW ON YOUR RIGHT. STROLLING THENCE TO THE FOOT OF SUPERIOR STREET TO BAG THE PHO TOGRAPH SHOWN ABOVE 8 The Chicagoan ONE of our vast force of secret operatives — the one who browses around the utility companies for us wearing our false whiskers — reports a choice bit of telephone company informa' tion. He has found a way of learning quickly and without trouble the identity of the salesman who calls you in your absence and then leaves only his phone number and expects you to call him back without knowing his identity. If you get word to call STAte 6287, for example, and would like to know more about the source of the call before you return it, by merely calling a certain num' ber you can get it. The secret number is not in the telephone book, even under the list of OFFicial numbers and is not in the telephone company's own executive direc tory. So hold on to your chair, now, while we give it to you. It's 2080 and the prefix is that of the number you're trying to identify. For in- stance, if you want the name and address of the subscriber at LONgbeach 4539, you call LONgbeach 2080, ask the girl who answers for the name and address of LONgbeach 4539 and, presto, she'll give it to you. It works in the suburbs and at night. And what we believe is the most re markable part of the service is that you don't have to tell who you are or why you want it to get the information. Those who have tried to find the name and ad' dress of an automobile owner from the license number by inquiring from the police will appreciate what we mean. Q /~\ ICC A mother was dragging I v_y I «3 L her six-year-old son through the toy department of Marshall Field's on the way to some other section when an ambitious clerk stopped her pleas- antly and said, "Wouldn't your little boy like to have a game of Skillo?" The mother beamed graciously and re' plied, "Why yes, of course — if you think that you really can spare the time." LABOR We notice that trade union pickets are becom' ing as numerous and unheeded as auto- mobile license deadlines lately. Members of the Cooks and Pastry Bakers' local have been marching up and down Sheri' dan Road in front of the Edgewater Beach hotel very faithfully and last month they celebrated their first anniversary on the job — or off, if you want it that way. We asked J. A. Foster, resident manager of the hotel, if their activities were getting them anywhere and he said he didn't think so — they didn't seem to be going any where, which is not a bad joke for a hotel man. He said further, though, that they were very serious about it, maintaining a twentyfour hour vigil in three shifts of eight hours each. If you care for those walkathon things, you might drive out that way some time and watch them. We don't know much about those marathons, but their day and night walking for over a year must put them in something like championship class. T LJ D I CX ^he period of prohibi' I I llxll I tion has certainly occa' sioned a long and detrimental lapse in liquor education, as a recent incident we witnessed in the Palmer House liquor shop illustrates. While we were there, a sweet young thing approached a purveyor and asked timidly for a half pint of a popular brand of spiritus frumenti. The clerk told her the price and urged her to buy a quart, or at least a full pint, as she would get more for her money. "I know that," she said, "but I always like to buy whiskey in small quantities — I get it fresher that way." A p "T The thirtyninth annual exhibi' /\ l\ I tion of Chicago artists has been attracting crowds to the east wing of the Art Institute for the past month. The American scene is well represented — it ac' tually predominates — and now seems to be the accepted form of expression for our contemporary national art. Although there has been some criticism of subject matter — notably the choosing of back alley and ash can phases of modern American environment — this country has just about reached an age when it deserves to have its existence recorded on canvas. Surely the head start gained by the French and Italian scenes will not enable them to remain in the lead forever. The Mont' martre in itself never was rampant with aestheticism, and if our artists can find or create beauty in the seamy side of Amer' ican life, more power to them. So much for the Art Institute show, which needs no stamp of approval from us to testify to its authenticity or worthiness. But the Salon des Refuses, also current, at the Davis store — that's something else again. It features, besides very poor hang' ing, the works of the already decadent school called abstractism which, although it provides an outlet for free expression and the development of a vibrant style, tosses beauty into the discard — and for that reason, there are many who do not favor it. There seems to be no objection to mod' ernism, and the art'loving public undoubt' edly appreciates the change to the Amer- ican scene. Then, too, the bowl of fruit and glowing wheatfield did cramp free ex- pression. But judging from the facial de- meanor and audible comments of the spec tators at the Davis show, the public is unwilling to accept manufactured ugliness as the only alternative for natural beauty. Again the criticism is one of the subject and is not aimed at the artist's desire to paint his dreams. But those who believe that there should be some beauty, if not a semblance of realism, in a work that is worthy to be called art, object to what appears to be a tendency to eat heavy meals of indigestible food before dropping off into the somnolence that produces this nightmare school of art. We make no claim that either of the current shows lacks variety. The Art In- stitute exhibition, however, is a better criterion of what is transpiring in local art circles today — and what we may find to' morrow. But by all means go to the Salon des Refuses too. It may be your last chance to see one, or perhaps two, of your favorite bad dreams illustrated in full color. /""s /~\ I Rv This is a tale of the trials vJv_y|_ l_y of Malcom Ernst, who does the advertising for the Prima brew' ery. He has just failed in an attempt to give away one hundred thousand steins of beer, absolutely free, and is his face red! You'd think that giving away free beer would be easy, but Mr. Emst will tell you that altruism has its upsets. The brewery believed that the best way to get the public to try their brand would be to hold a citywide open house. Now you can't just announce free drinks and accommodate the comers with any sem- blance of order, as a Mr. Edward J. Kelly, who tried it at the 1933 world's fair, will tell you. So Mr. Ernst adopted the well- known plan of distributing metal beer checks, good for a stein at any tavern dis pensing Prima. But before he went ahead blindly, Mr. Ernst considered that the plan would not March, 1935 9 "Really, you know, Life isn't like this at all' be very effective unless the checks were turned in; and if they were small unattrac tive things they might be ignored, or get fumbled around with left over hat checks, theatre stubs or unpaid bills until they got lost. So Mr. Ernst gave much thought to designing the tokens. ' First, he decided that they should be larger and heavier than the usual beer check. Second, he searched until he found a metal that resembled gold — a bright yel low composition which has a well-known trade name, but with all this gratuitous publicity for Prima we can't name the metal, too. Then, as a tribute to the man who championed beer's return, Mr. Ernst had the benign features of President Roosevelt skillfully drawn up to ornament these little masterpieces. Early last December one hundred thou sand of these metal tokens were struck and distributed city-wide. Mr. Ernst then sat back and waited for them to be redeemed — and the sales to mount. Weeks passed, and only a few came back. Mr. Ernst started to worry. They cost money and they weren't even being used. He cer tainly had made them attractive enough to merit attention. There was nothing wrong with the offer, either — no strings to it. The beer was free — you didn't have to buy any free lunch or a house and lot or "merely pay the costs of packing and shipping." But something was wrong, somewhere. By January first, only two thousand came back. Mr. Ernst began to lose sleep and a lot of weight. He developed the habit of lowering his eyes as he entered and left his office, to avoid the stares of his fellow workers. He called numbers on the 'phone and by the time the parties answered he would forget whom he was calling and had to hang up. But before he broke down completely, the solution began to present itself in the form of letters and 'phone calls asking for, in wholesale quantities, "those swell gold coin pocket pieces." One man wanted to buy five thousand at ten cents each to dis tribute at a Roosevelt birthday party. A Loop garage offered a dime each for enough to give their customers. The pub lic liked them so well that they wouldn't give them up — not for a mere stein of beer. Not so bad, thought Mr. Ernst — but not so good. He began wondering how he could get people to drink their beer if they wouldn't take it for nothing. But soon that new problem solved itself, too. The solution came this time in the form of larger orders of draft beer. Sales of bottled beer dou bled. The "pocket pieces" were cherished — carried, fondled and shown to friends — becoming effective Prima salesmen. Mr. Ernst was elated, but now, taking nothing for granted, he decided to check this theory. There was a Prima tavern across the street from the garage that had requested the tokens and Mr. Ernst gave the garage management two thousand that had been turned in. Then he again waited. Sure enough, first the garage and then the tavern were deluged with busi ness to the detriment of neighboring park ing and drinking establishments. But only twenty-five "pocket pieces" reached the till across the street. Now Mr. Ernst has begun to resume his former complacency. His weight is normal and he speaks to his office asso ciates jauntily. Only seven thousand of the metal checks were eventually returned. Two theories might explain why the ninety-three thou sand are being kept. One is that people saw in the token a substitute for the gold coins they used to carry as pocket pieces before presidential edict took away the privilege. The other is that the tokens are being retained because of sentimental at tachment to the presidential profile. But the true explanation probably does not lie in a combination of those theories, since they are contradictory, being the pro and the con of the New Deal question. So, before the want of an answer causes Mr. Ernst to lose weight again, he's going to find out. He has had another batch of the tokens made, of the same size and the same metal — but the president's por trait is superseded by one of Queen Eliza beth. We are as anxious as Mr. Ernst to get the returns. A rrrj A newspaper item unwit- r\ U U L I tingly records an aspect of our present economic condition that bor ders on the historic. It tells of a man who was being sued in the municipal court for failure to pay a sixty dollar debt. The de fendant pleaded poverty and, as proof of his inability to pay, stated that he was on the relief rolls. Attorney for plaintiff promptly stated that this was a subterfuge; that an investi gation of that possibility had been made and the defendant's name did not appear on the rolls. The sorry debtor then ad mitted that this was technically correct, but that it was really his wife and children who were on relief, as his pride impelled him to refrain from placing his own name on the records. The historic part lies in the fact that man has reached a point where emergency relief is what he puts in his wife's name. C*\ 1 1 Q I Kl f- ^ your on^y con' V~. U I C) I I N L. tact with Greek res taurants has been with the jokes that are told about them, you've been missing some thing — some of our best restaurants and cooking are Greek. The Greek Cafe— formerly called The Athenian Restaurant— at 216 North Dear born street, managed by George Psiharis, and the International Restaurant, owned by Andrew Spyropoulos, are frequented by Greek gourmets who want the food they learned to enjoy in their native Greece. The piece de resistance of the Greek meal is usually chicken or lamb — they have no beef, but a little veal. Cooked with rice and olive oil, either of these meats forms a dish called pilaji. Then they have pos it) The Chicagoan titso, a combination of macaroni, beaten egg and ground meat. Dolmathes, another Greek dish, is a meat ball made of lamb, rice, onions, parsley and mint, all wrapped up in the leaves of the grape vine. Greek dishes include most of the fresh vegetables grown in this country with the notable addition of vorvos, which looks something like an onion but tastes more like mild hemlock, our comparison being based on a merely academic knowledge of the bit terness of the latter. And they have a white Greek cheese called feta, made of goat's or sheep's milk. Their meal is introduced with soup, of course, and phatsia is the name of one that is made of lamb, eggs and lemon. For des sert, they have pastry or cake, the former a baked dough wrapped around nuts and figs, impregnated with honey and called bakjava, and the latter a milk cake called galactobouricos, a name derived from the old Greek word, galactobouricos and pro nounced as though it were spelled galacto' bouricos. Greek wine is excellent and has a strong bouquet — so strong and so excellent, we are told, that it is mixed with most of the bet ter French wines to fortify their aroma. Samos and muscatel predominate and those two wines, of very old vintage, are mixed and distilled to form Omega, the trade name of a famous old Greek brandy. The Greeks also enjoy their coffee, which is thick and strong. It is brewed from the pulverized bean with the pulverizings left in the cup, the brew being the same as Turkish coffee — or Turkish coffee being the same as Greek coffee — a hen-egg problem and who are we to say which came first? This, then, is the food partaken exclu sively by Greek epicures at the Interna tional Restaurant and by Greeks and a few Americans at the Greek Cafe. Villa Spiros, at 4646 Drexel boulevard, is a former Greek gathering place, but John Spiros sold it several months ago so he could take over the management of Colosi- mo's, 2158 South Wabash avenue. This brings us to the other phase of Greek restaurant excellence in Chicago — the Greek touch in the preparation of good American food. Mr. Spiros is a famous European chef of Greek birth and training and is responsible, in spite of its Italian name, for the superior cuisine at Colosimo's. And the Ranch, 123 East Oak street, a din ing establishment of unquestionably high repute with food as American as its name indicates, owes its success, believe it or not, to Greek influence. Gus Terzakis is the owner and manager there. Now, getting to the everyday class of eating place for Loop office workers, there is DeLazon's, 131 North Dearborn street, a beautifully decorated restaurant, fre quented by fastidious business people. Nick Lazos is the owner and guiding force and has recently installed a cocktail bar that should attract the evening theatre clientele. For the gay younger set, returning home ward and northshoreward for a late snack after the evening's dancing or party, there is Demetre's — "Demetre from Wilmette" — who was so successful in No-ManVLand that his sandwich and barbeque spots are now sprinkled about the city. Demetre is only a small and enticing sample of the proprietor's full and correct name, which is John Papademetrio. So, as we said in the beginning, if the excellence of real Greek cooking is Greek to you, you've been neglecting the study of a real Greek classic. FAME If most of us meet and talk with Maurice Cheva lier, Einstein or Al Smith, we talk about it to all who will listen. Well, Jack Diamond is a friend of Chevalier's, has met Einstein, Al Smith, Marconi, Eleanor Roosevelt, Irving Berlin, Mary Pickford, Admiral Byrd, Max Baer, Ely Culbertson, Noel Coward, Eddie Cantor, Primo Car- nera, Igor Strawinsky, Rudy Vallee, Douglas Fairbanks, Hugo Eckner and the King of Siam — but he considers the time he broke his leg as the greatest event of his life! You see, it's a business with him— meet ing celebrities, not breaking his leg — as Jack Diamond is a feature writer for the Daily 7^[ews with the special standing assignment of interviewing all the world- famous people when they arrive in the city. His co-workers call him the Tooner- ville Trolley because he meets all trains. We'd rather have breakfast with Ginger Rogers than break our tibia, but when Diamond, who has done both, was telling us the other day how Miss Rogers put syrup in her coffee instead of on her waf fles, he interrupted the recital three times to tell how he fell off an I. C. platform. "It was just before the announcement of her engagement to Lew Ayers," he said, "but I knew she was in love or she wouldn't do such a dumb thing as that— feel how the cartilage has grown around the place where it knit." For the remain der of the time we spent interviewing this interviewer, we had a pencil in our right hand and his leg in our left. His nonchalance toward being con stantly among the elite is genuine, even though he does get a big kick out of his job, mainly because of his sense of humor and his plain philosophy. We asked if his work was as interesting as it seemed or if constant association with big names was boring and he said, "Of course it's inter esting. Meeting people is always interest ing and I look at them as people — not celebrities. To me, Einstein and Fairbanks are just a physicist and an acrobat, and that's why I enjoy them the same way I do my own friends." He has been enjoying world-famous company for the past four years. But when we asked him how he got started in this type of endeavor he said quickly, "On crutches — you see it was four years ago that I broke my leg," and again he was off. But so were we. | r C T Over on the West Side the J L_ O I other day, we saw some of the city dump wagons being harnessed prepara tory to a day's work and noticed that the motive power was mules instead of horses. Further investigation showed that the city is using mules a great deal instead of horses. This is all right with us, as we wouldn't care a bit if they used zebras, but it seems that using mules subjects the city administration to the possibility of some unnecessary criticism. What we mean is, it looks as if even a beast of burden must be at least symbolically Democratic to work for the city. 'But, Missie — dey AIN'T no 'nitials'' March, 1935 U Before and After Shaking — They Come Big and They Go Big Under-Arm Closeup of an Intimate Moment Profile of the Boss barbary coasting LIFE NEARS ITS NADIR IN THE FETID TAVERNS NORTH ALONG CLARK STREET WHERE A NEW GENERATION OF SLUMMERS VENTURES TO VERIFY BY FIRST HAND OBSERVATION THAT LIFE IS REAL AND LIFE IS EARNEST AND WHEN A MAN'S DOWN HE'S LOW AND A DIME THAT'S HARD TO GET IS SPENT AS HARD AND— WELL, A. GEORGE MILLER HAS TOLD THE WHOLE SORDID STORY IN HIS CASUAL CAMERA SHOTS FROM THE HIP Tenor and His Ways Some High Notes on the Vagaries of Love By William C. Boyden With every heart-beat I'll be true To you— just YOU. TENOR and soprano blend in the last high note. A good blend. Clear — way up to the last row of the gallery. The descending curtain cuts off the blue spot lights which have been framing the peasant girl and the prince on the steps of the old Castle. Scattered applause crackles over the house. The singers hesitate. The applause dies. The stage manager yells, "Let's go!" Competent men in suspenders invade the courtyard of the Castle of Ruroslavia. Violet Poole and Adam Gregg walk off through the wings. She is little, rounded of face and figure. Her eyes are blue and incredibly honest. Her hair is a knot of saffron. He is big, barrel-chested. His eyes are hazel with a tendency to smolder. His hair is black and wavy. "They're sitting on their hands, Vi." "Not too bad, Adam. We grabbed two encores. Don't be a hog." "Lucky to get any. With this cold of mine. Had to sing over it." "They never knew it. You were grand. But you've got to take care of your cold, Adam. Let's chuck this party tonight." "Can't chuck it, dear. It's being given for me. All the critics'll be there. And Max Baer. Max was out front last night, and Ada Rowell says he wants to meet me. We might even have our picture taken together. Ada's trying to round up some photogra phers. "That Rowell girl is cer tainly giving you the build up." "She's a great press agent." Adam Gregg steps into his dressing room. Violet Poole sighs as she walks on to hers. Not to be in the House on the Roof of the Sher man the night of the party for Adam Gregg argues one unknown. Drama critics, columnists and so ciety editors Gaston-and- Alphonse each other as they elbow their way for a word with the newest sensation of the light opera stage. Adam is in splen did form. After three glasses of cham pagne, no one goes away empty handed. Betty Field finds out all about when Adam sang for twenty assembled Vanderbilts. June Provines hears that funny one about the time Adam played bridge with the debutante on Long Island. Gail Borden gleans a whole column out of the cross country trip Adam took with Eddie Ricken- backer. In fact, Adam is everything to the press that Gene Tunney didn't used to be. The crowd about Violet is less dense. Really not a crowd at all. And certainly not dense. She is talking to those great and good men, Charles Collins and Ashton Stevens. You can judge what an impor tant party it must have been, to have lured Mr. Collins from his Encyclopedia Britan- nica. Not even the superior quality of the conversation keeps Violet's eyes from wan dering occasionally in the direction of Adam. Those blue and incredibly honest eyes seldom cloud. But a slight film covers them at the moment. Violet says : "Mr. Stevens, who's that girl talking to Adam?" "Oh, that's one of our betters. Miss Priscilla Ogden. She lives on Astor Street and doesn't have to stoop to conquer." There is a shadow over Violet's reply : "She's gorgeous looking." So she is. This Priscilla Ogden. Tall- ish. Figure like Babe Didricksen's. Only more so in more places. Black hair. Like Adam's. And a mouth the startling, chiseled redness of which not only justifies, but demands a pallid make-up. She is ask ing Adam something. And something in Adam's face, something familiar, something pleased yet deprecatory, makes Violet fear the worst. The gal is trying to get Adam to sing. Ye Gods! With that throat. And this mob. And those glasses of champagne. The poor boy will yell his lungs out. He always does on parties like this. Sure enough Miss Ogden is leading him out to Adam is letting Violet carry the peak load" March, 1935 13 sibly do more than he has already done. The music critics present tacitly agree. The crowd closes in on Adam. Violet looks around for Mr. Collins and Mr. Stevens. She feels ill As she walks into the Colonial living room, a voice rasps from a table near the door: "W a s lousy?" that "tie is talking too loudly to a shiny little man the piano. And he doesn't look back. Not going to ask her to sing with him! Tonight of all nights! With that cold. Why, he needs her. He wouldn't have to be so loud in a duet. Violet hesitates. But only a moment. Resolution lays a firm hand on her quickened pulse. She leaves her com panions with this: "I know you gentlemen will excuse me. I think I ought to sing with Adam tonight. He's not half well. And if I'm there, he can go a little easy." The piano player is already vamping over the keys when Violet reaches Adam's side. The crowd is quieter than a cage full of monkeys at the zoo. But not much quieter. Adam is clearing his throat. The throat needs it. Violet's voice is low, but urgent: "Adam, let me sing with you tonight. You'll tear your tonsils out trying to top this chatter. Together — ." "But, Vi dear, they asked me — do you think? — really, I — ." "I think it would be better, dear." "Just as you say." Violet winces a little. Winces some where behind what she can muster of a smile. They sing. The lush lilt of that outstanding song-hit, With Every Heart- Beat. The verse goes well. Adam is let ting Violet carry the peak load. Then the chorus. The final high note. It is too much for Adam. He lets 'em have it. Gives 'em everything he's got. Something catches in his throat. He flats. Most of the crowd are oblivious. They aren't listening, anyway. But those who know their music groan inwardly. Violet dies a little, as the last note dies. Adam curses. The applause is hearty. It always is on such occasions. Vi whispers: "No encore, Adam. Please." So Ernest Byfield announces that Mr. Gregg has a bad cold and can't pos- She looks down. Sees the mocking, minxy face of Zizi Featherstone, the redheaded, tartish soubrette of the company. Violet sees a redder red than Zizi's hair. Lit tle tramp! Jealous of Adam and her! The proper retort doesn't occur to Violet till some minutes later. So she bites her lip. Walks on with what she hopes is dignity. Messrs. Collins and Ste vens have disappeared. But her amour propre is soothed by the polite remarks of Monty Stein, who is introduced at the mo ment. She is forgetting the singing debacle, not to mention Zizi's sour crack, when a commotion in the corner draws her glance. There on a sofa is Adam. Champagne glass in his hand. Beside him, Priscilla Og den. Champagne glass in her hand. Ada Rowell, the press agent, is directing a couple of camera men setting up parapher nalia in front of the couple. Damn that Ada! Always after the society angle in publicity. Ridiculous! Absurd! What did the public care if Adam Gregg had been taken up by the right people? Proba bly hurt him rather than help him. Violet looks at Ada. Sees a slender girl, freckled face, wind-blown bob, eyes with thoughts and laughter behind them, Irish one would say. In spite of herself, she ad mires the crisp, business-like way Ada goes about getting the picture. Even if she is crazy about Adam, Ada is better than that sultry Ogden girl. But these press agents! Anything for a story! But why pick on Priscilla Ogden? Even if Max Baer hadn't arrived yet. Everyone said he was coming. Ada might have waited. Much later Violet has her innings. Adam is drunk on the way home. He falls asleep in the cab. Head on Violet's shoulder. His opera hat falls off. She lets it lie on the floor of the taxi. Because she likes the touch of Adam's hair against her cheek. It is a little hard, get ting Adam across the lobby of the Ambas sador in a manner befitting the position of Chicago's favorite tenor. But she saves his reputation in the eyes of two scrub women and a night clerk. Gets him up to his room. Later she lies awake for a while. Watches the dawn creep in from the Lake, faintly outlining the tall buildings to the East. She thinks of Adam's last words. The words he said as he held her a little unsteadily in their goodnight kiss: "Why are you so swell to me, Vi? I'm not worth it. Just a big bum. And you're the only one who really gives a damn. All the others are just chiseling something. I was rotten to you tonight. But I love you — so sweet of you to sing with me — always helping me — not worth it — love you, Vi — don't know what I'd do without you — love you — you're so sweet to me — taking care of me — getting me home — couldn't get along without you — honest, Vi — " And Adam's kiss — although not Adam's best grade of kiss — is a pleasant enough memory to blot out thoughts of the flat note, the trying evening, and those girls, Priscilla Ogden and Ada Rowell. A DA ROWELL is worried. So worried ***" that she is rapidly eating all the lip stick off her firmly modeled lips. Four- thirty! And no Adam. After all her trouble. Getting Frieda Foltz to throw one of her swell cocktail parties in Adam's honor. The invitation read "four till seven." And no guest of honor. People are arriving. The Rostislavs, the Paget Cadys, Walter Frazier already there. Betty Field, too, and June Provines. Ada is frantic. She is having positive fits. That's what comes of mixing actors up with so ciety. Next publicity stunt she gets up for Adam will be to have him held up by a couple of the chorus men and robbed of his gold-headed walking stick. Something simple and easy like that. Frieda trails up in one of her most trailingest tea gowns. "Ada, my dear, where is this Adam Gregg? Does he really exist?" "Don't worry, Frieda, he'll be here any moment. Probably delayed at rehearsal or something like that." "He just must come, Ada. I've asked all the society editors, India Moffat, Helen Young, Bunny, and that girl who's 'Margot Jr.' on the 7<[ews. And a couple of the critics, although they probably won't come." "He'll be along. Tenors are sort of flighty. But Adam's swell. He wouldn't let me down, after all the trouble I've made you go to." Arthur Meeker, Jr., strolls up. The talk gets literary. Ada looks at the door. More people coming. Still no Adam. Frieda's penguins mock her from their niches about the room. Frieda's dogs bark lustily. Ada likes dogs usually. Now she finds their yelps definitely cacophonous. Quarter to five. Ye Gods! Where can he be? She can stand it no longer. With a muttered apology she sneaks into one of the little back rooms. Calls the Ambassador. No answer in Adam's room. Ada asks to be connected with Miss Poole's apartment. Violet is in: "Violet, my dear, where is Adam? I have a tea for him going on over here, and he hasn't showed up. Situation is getting out of hand. The Press is around here like 14 The Chicagoan flies looking for honey. If he doesn't come — ." Violet's emotions are not unmixed at hearing this disturbing news. After all, if Ada wanted to be fool enough to try to push Adam into a tea-fight, and didn't even take the trouble to ask her, why — . But Adam. It would be rotten for him. And nothing could be rotten for Adam. That is, if Violet could prevent it. "Well, Ada, he did say he was meeting a man at the Drake Bar. Maybe — ." "Thanks, Violet. Oh, thanks so much." Violet hardly has the receiver back on the hook before Ada has grabbed her coat, whispered to Frieda, and commandeered a taxi which has just driven up to disgorge another group of guests. To Ada it seems a mile from Division Street to the Drake. But in less than five minutes she is in the Bar. There are not many customers at the mo ment. Even if there were, Adam would still have been conspicuous. He is talking too loudly to a shiny little man beside him. His eyes are too bright. His hair is tousled. And — horrors! — he is wearing a pair of un- pressed slacks with a coat of such violently contrasting color that the ensemble would have given a splitting headache to any self- respecting Finchley salesman. Ada shud ders. Pulls herself together. Approaches resolutely : "Adam, how could you? Frieda's tea. Did you forget it?" "Ada, you sweet child, I was just com ing. Meet my friend, Mr. Erpsberger, from Hollywood. Wants me for pictures. Had to talk to him." "Adam, you're in no condition to go as you are. I'll have to straighten you out. We're going now. Right now! You'll ex cuse us, Mr. Eksteiner?" Out the door, into a taxi, Adam is marched. Like a naughty schoolboy. Ada's directions to the driver are peremptory: "Ambassador West. And step on it." "But, Ada darling, why the Ambassa dor? I'm O. K. All I need is a brush." "You need more than that, stupid, and you're going to get it." Adam gets it. And plenty of it. Ada drafts the biggest bellhop in the Ambassa dor to help give it to him. After all, she could hardly give Adam a cold shower and rub him down. So she orders a pot of black coffee. Invades Adam's wardrobe. Selects a suitable shirt, a quiet suit, a ret icent necktie. Hands them to the bellboy through the door. And waits. The min utes whirl by. But it is hardly more than five-thirty be fore Adam, almost as fresh as a rose with the dew still on it, is shaking hands with Frieda Foltz. Explaining about that bore- some business conference which made him so, so inexcusably late. Ada, having seen Adam comfortably and conventionally sur rounded by women, finds a spot on a sofa and gently collapses. Dave Leavitt rescues her by appearing with a cocktail and some pleasant chit-chat about this-and-that. So relieved is she, that she can't even get worked up when she sees Priscilla Ogden finessing Adam into a corner and looking at him like a cat about to attack a bowl of cream. The tea is a great success. Adam is a great success. Ada is a great success. Although no one knows it but herself. Un less it is Adam, who does come through with an invitation to dine with him in his rooms. It is a quick dinner. Hardly more than a bite. Adam must be at the theatre by eight at the latest. But before he goes, he holds Ada in his arms for a brief moment. Murmurs : "Why are you so swell to me, Ada? I'm no good. Just a tramp. Letting you down that way. Why, it would have been fierce if I hadn't shown up there. And you, darling child, licking me into shape. You do so much for me. You've made me in this town. I love you, Ada — love you so — don't know what I'd do without you." And Adam's kiss—a very experienced and persuasive kiss — is thrilling enough to erase the strain of getting Adam to the tea, and the thought of those other girls, Violet Poole and Priscilla Ogden. HpHE wires are hot between Hollywood "¦• and Broadway. Sublime Pictures, Inc., wants Adam Gregg for their next super- musical, The ?<[azi Princess. But the Leib- stein interests have Adam under contract. Solomon Leibstein wants $50,000 to break the contract. Moses Erpsberger offers $20,000. Adam wants to go. In fact, he's in a dither. Hollywood! A gold mine for him. He'd get $25,000 for the first picture. And then if he made good — and, naturally, he'd make good — he might be another Chevalier. He wires to Mr. Leibstein, beg ging to be let off his contract. Leibstein wires to Erpsberger lowering his demands to $40,000. Erpsberger wires back, raising his bid to $30,000 — not one cent more. There they stick. Adam begs Leibstein to take $35,000. No can do. He implores Erpsberger to (Continued on page 37) 'A few days later three girls wake up at approximately the same time' March, 1935 15 Incentive1 'Chant d1 Amour" 'Fortissimo" "Greed" ptctortal eloquence PHOTOGRAPHS ARE FROM THE EXHIBIT AT THE SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTE BY DR. MAX THOREK, PRESIDENT OF THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY OF AMERICA, FELLOW OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY OF GREAT BRITAIN, WINNER OF MEDALS FOR PHO TOGRAPHY IN SEVERAL COUNTRIES, WRITER AND LECTURER ON THE POSSIBILITIES OF PICTORIAL PHOTOGRAPHY AS A MEDIUM OF ARTISTIC EXPRESSION. DR. THOREK IS CHIEF SURGEON OF THE AMERICAN HOSPITAL, CHICAGO 16 The Chicagoan Pilgrimage to Germany — IV Big Thoughts at Odyssey's End By Milton S. Mayer West Madison Street, Chicago. — Your peripatetic correspondent is back home and broke, a not unnat ural state, and he begs leave to report that conditions in Europe, all in all, are hopeless but not serious. We isolationists like to think that the Old World is going right down to hell. We have forced our politicians to snub its per manent court of international justice on the grounds that we are far too civilized for it. We say that this or that or the other thing could not happen in America. We tell our readers that all of Europe is so much raw meat for eccentrics like Hitler. How do we isolationists get that way? The people of Europe think we are as crazy as we think they are, and a little more child ish to boot. That seems very silly of them, but what can we say when they compare our Longs with their Hitlers, our general strikes with their revolutions, our assassina tions of policemen for money with their assassinations of kings for glory, our tradi tion of taking a black man out of jail and shooting, hanging and burning him, in that order, with their occasional pogroms? The feeling that Eu rope was not so bad, when you got right down to it, seized me as I got off the boat in New York. Within two hours after my heart had swelled in my bosom at the sight of Liberty Enlightening the World, I had been menaced by a mob of gorillas whom I declined to hire as porters, I had seen a white-haired lady insulted by an elevator boy in a Park Avenue apartment building, and I had been pushed around by a police man for making a wrong turn. Such things, I felt, could not happen in Europe. I looked back at the boat nuz zling up against its icy wharf in the North River, and I wondered if I should not fol low the advice of Geo. M. Cohan's pa triotic song and go back where I came from if I did not like it here. Of course, Chicago is not New York, and I am not the man to libel Chicago by making the comparison. But Chicago has its failings too. For every European who thinks New York is ridiculous, there are ten who cannot figure out what kind of a city it must be where two men in the front seat of an automobile wave a pleasant "Howdy" to a police officer and then turn the corner and shoot somebody's head off and drive on. Europeans who read their newspapers, or even ours, are still given to shuddering aloud when a tourist identifies himself as a Chicagoan. But the city's reputation seems to have improved a little in the past few years, I think because there have been no "good will" junkets by local statesmen. On the last "good will" junket, provided by the taxpayers with a smile, some of the states men got themselves good and publicly drunk in every capital of Europe and made speeches which led their hearers to Gott sei dan\ that a large body of water sepa rated Europe from America. On that occasion the junket teetered into Vienna, and some of the statesmen were routed out of bed one morning with the fever of the previous night's boozing still on them, to be told that they were going to see the magnificent new apartments for the working men of the city. The statesmen took off their ice pads and put on their silk hats and went along. They saw block after block of beautiful apart ment buildings — Vienna's "slums." One of the statesmen turned to the Vienna corre spondent of a Chicago newspaper and said, "Who built all this?" The correspondent said, "The municipal government." "Who got all the graft?" the statesman asked. "There wasn't any graft," said the corre spondent. "There wasn't any graft?" the Chicago statesman said; "what are you talking about?" It is a fitting sequel to that story that a few years later the government fell into the hands of the Fascists, and the artillery was drawn up in front of the workers' quarters, and the beautiful apartment buildings were blown to pieces in the cus tomary Fascist manner of persuading the workers to listen to reason. The same Chi cago statesman probably wonders who got the graft for that job too. \Ve isolationists have argued very effectively on our own lot that there is going to be another war in Europe, and that we will not be on hand, when the roll is called, to save France for the Stavis- kys, or England for the Mosleys. We can point, with some justice, to the fact that fifteen years after the war to save the world for democracy four-fifths of Europe is in chains. We can complain that fifteen years after the war to end war Europe is nearer war today than it was in the spring of 1914. We can even argue that our own troubles of the past five years date back to that four-year experiment in the use of hu man beings for gunpowder. But we can not argue that in 1917 we belonged to an international court which dragged us into the European orgy, nor does it seem likely that our professional pa' triots will let us out of war the next time some foolish Americans are drowned be cause they disregarded public warnings and sailed into a war zone on a ship flying a. phony flag. The English press right now is full of pleas for American cooperation in the guar antee of European peace. Because Eng land has the greatest stake in European peace our patriots persuade us to frighten the politicians out of giving the govern ment the authority to join us to England in the preservation of that peace. Our patriots object to peace not because it will save civilization but because it will enrich England. They simply cannot stick that one. I here probably is going to be another European war one of these times. You can't teach mad dogs new tricks. Take a look at the map of Europe; it is her fate and not her fault that she is running to fire and blood every so often. When our patriots lend Europe money at fancy interest rates or run across the ocean with cotton and automobiles to sell, all men are brothers; but when the debtors can't pay because they need all their money to get ready for a war which we won't help allay, it is their party and not ours. When I entered Germany I wondered why National Socialism was succeeding in the face of all civilized sentiment. When I left, I knew. Fifteen years ago the winners were cutting Germany's heart out, and the United States, satisfied to have saved the world for democracy, declined to throw its judicial weight into the scale for a tolerable peace. Today the Nazis are getting ready to cut the heart out of those who cut the heart out of Germany, and the German people can't help relishing the prospect. I came home from Europe on the Europa, sailing, as did an other great American journalist a .few months earlier, under the Nazi flag. I found that several acquaintances of both of us wondered why two such distinguished disciples of democracy should pay passage money, some percentage of which goes to the maintenance of a tyranny. Speaking for myself, John, I wanted to find out if German shipping was so far demoralised that the Nazis would have to hire the Swiss navy for the next Battle of Jutland. I had the opportunity of watching the Europa function from the bridge down to the screws, of talking to her captain and her oilers, and I debarked with an earlier impression pro- (Continued on page 33) March, 1935 17 THE FLOGGING OF SERGEI IS A CHARACTERISTICALLY SOMBRE INCIDENT IN SHOSTAKOVICH'S OPERA, "LADY MACBETH OF MZENSK," PERFORMED IN CLEVELAND AND REVIEWED BY KARLETON HACKETT ON THE OPPOSITE PAGE the Soviets take to song MMES ANNA LESKAYA AND ELENA SHVEDOVA, IVAN IVANTZOFF, TENOR, ARTHUR ROD- ZINSKI, CONDUCTOR, AND C. J. VOSBURGH, MANAGER, IN AN INFORMAL POSE 4 C Lady Macbeth of Mzensk" Together With Notes on the Concert Season By Karleton Hackett CRUEL, brutal, lustful, cynical, bois- erous and drunken; Lady Macbeth of Mzens\, opera by Dmitri Shosta kovich — a tale of Russian life under the old regime. Produced at Severence Hall, Cleveland, on the last day of January under the direction of Artur Rodzinski, the con ductor of the Cleveland symphony orches tra, with the orchestra and an all-Russian cast and chorus obtained through coopera tion with the Art of Musical Russia, an or ganization with headquarters in New York. The first performance of this opera outside of Soviet Russia. Mr. Rodzinski heard it a number of times in Russia last summer and then and there determined to produce it over here. How he succeeded in persuading the Soviet au thorities, they having had quite other views, and then how he went to work on the staid and respectable Cleveland orchestral pow ers to get them to take such a terrible risk — a much greater feat — has not been told in full. Mr. Rodzinski must be as good a diplomat as he is conductor. At all events he did it, and great was his triumph. Two houses completely sold out in Cleveland, one at the Metropolitan sold out days in advance, and nibbles from all over the country. In Cleveland tongues were wagging of nothing else, with opinion running from the hailing with delirious enthusiasm of a new operatic evangel to the eyes rolling up in horror. T he theme was based on a century-old tale by Lesskov about a young woman of boundless potentialities married to the ineffectual son of a rich merchant. Five years married and no child yet, which primal fault her father-in-law throws in her face every time he sees her, with the suggestion that if only he were a few years younger he would soon remedy that and with the evident itching to have a try at it, late as it is. Into this picture there enters the lusty youth, one who has been quietly let out of his last place for too great success with the master's wife. Things begin to happen at once. The lusty youth promptly challenges Katerina to a wrestling match which is awkwardly broken in upon by father-in-law. The ineffectual husband is called away to see to the mending of a broken dam and the lusty youth finds his way to Katerina's chamber— and up there, oh! my friends! Father-in-law spies him out, seizes him com ing down the ladder and, with assistance, flogs him to exhaustion with a veritable knout. For refreshment he demands a dish of his favorite mushrooms, which Katerina seasons for him with a white powder: Father-in-law dies in agony with the spirit ual ministrations of a drunken priest. Mur der number 1. Katerina and the lusty youth go back to her chamber. (Why is a feather-bed always a comic property in the American theatre?) The ineffectual husband returns embarrassingly and they do for him, dumping the body casually into the cellar. Murder number 2. All bars now being removed, Katerina and the lusty youth marry with appropri ate festivities — drunken priests and peas ants in colorful profusion. The unex plained absence of the ineffectual husband, and pungent odors from the cellar, arouse suspicion, and a drunken peasant steals away to notify the drunken soldiery at the barracks. They come and all is discovered; sum mary proceedings, conviction and Siberia follow. At a convict rest-camp (winter and snow, quite traditional) the lusty youth notes a younger and fresher looking girl, naturally a prostitute, but a price must be paid. Katerina's warm woolen stock ings. By a tale of how sore his feet are he wheedles them from Katerina and with lustful grin presents them to the prostitute with satisfactory results. Katerina bides her time, pushes the prostitute into the river and jumps in after. (Murder num ber 3 — and suicide.) Momentary confu sion, but after all what are a couple of convicts more or less? The rest of the con voy shambles onto the barge and on into the dark for Siberia. N ot one redeeming human feature; naught save brutality, lust and drunkenness in the home of the rich merchant, and among all who came within his baleful influence. Could anything have been done with such a corrupt mess except destroy it utterly? "Liquidate" it, as they have done in Soviet Russia? For it must have been the bestiality of the old regime that Shostakovich set himself to show, and not just one more variant on the ancient and outworn theme that Satan finds work for idle, female, hands to do. Shostakovich has it all down in his music, approving what was done and justifying it. Proved it almost too conclusively, with such heavy strokes and black colors as came close to the overemphasis of one who would believe yet felt doubt gnawing at his heart. Is Shostakovich a convinced man telling his tale with the illumination of the poet's vision, or a waverer striving to bolster up his faith? Shostakovich has genuine power and with the theatre sense, and has written theatre music that intensifies the meaning of the story unfolding upon the stage. Wild drunken riot, bestiality, lust and brutality he can express with extraordinary force. In the satirical vein he has a cynical wit, with more than a dash of love for horse play. The musical characterizations of the priest and the soldiery were clever as all get out. In fact the scene in the barracks was one of the most amusing skits ever seen in "grand opera" though in musical com edy, its natural habitat, it might not have looked like so much. The theme scarcely permitted him to fall into the lyric mood, but there was evi dence that had such fitted into the scheme — and he had dared — he would have loved to draw out the melodic line and let them sing. There was an appealing touch of this in the final scene when Katerina, her world gone to smash, communed with herself. And even Shostakovich did not feel like joking about peasants on their way to Si beria, so he let them voice their hopelessness in simple and moving strains. But is this all there is to music? Are there no deeper notes to be sounded, no nobler aspirations to be voiced? Lady Macbeth is understood to be the first of a Trilogy. She has set forth what was. The Woman of the Revolu tion is to follow and, last, the story of to day. Shostakovich is but twenty-eight and his music is not all sound and fury; there was delicacy in the orchestration and a lightness of touch when the occasion de manded. Well, time will tell. The performance was extraordinary. These Russians have the flair for the thea tre and they gave the story to the life with the force and naivete that make their thea tre so compelling. Mmes. Anna Leskaya and Elena Shvedova, Messrs. Ivan Ivant- zoff, Yasha Davidoff, Michael Shvetz and Vasily Romakoff were just the ones to do it. Artur Rodzinski gave a masterly reading of the music. He had the sympathetic com prehension and held the whole thing to gether with firm grasp. The details had quality and the broad outlines tremendous power. The orchestra responded admirably. Everybody concerned should have felt proud. Richard Rychtarik designed effective set tings for the stage and the pictures were memorable for their grouping and color. And the pleasure of listening to an opera in a hall grateful to the eye and seating but eighteen hundred people, so that there was the sense (Continued on page 36) March, 1935 19 Embarrassment of Riches In Enough Theatre News for a Whole Magazine By William C. Boyden FOR the past couple of years the luck less scribbler about things theatrical has been gnawing on a dry bone. Suddenly he sits at a feast. His column is a stomach too small to digest the con tents of the heaping plates set before him. With a page of copy for the Vanities, Eva La Gallienne, the Irish Players, Lucienne Boyer, Ina Claire, Cornelia Otis Skinner, and Shaindel Kalish, one can do little more than thumb one's nose or blow a kiss, as the case may be, and trip blithely on. But, in passing, emit a few hosannas that the Town is once more a theatre town. And in the order of their passing: The Vanities, one week at the Grand and quite enough. This shabby ghost of a once glamorous tradition is a smudge on the glamorous chronicle of the month's happen ings. Its actors seemed apologetic; its jokes belonged in a barber shop; its nudity en ticed like the Star and Garter nudity. To pleasanter things: An attempt to describe the Abbey Play ers and their plays within the limits of a few hundred words would rival in futility the painter attempting to get the whole Grand Canyon on one canvas. Adjectives could be strung out endlessly. But adjec tives are cheap these days, and getting cheaper with each movie advertisement. So let's just say that the Irish Players repre sent the theatre in its most ideal state. The factors which make them so? (1) Com petent actors; long associated and perfectly attuned to one another; indifferent to per sonal advantage; compensated equally, with only a wage distinction between senior and junior players. (2) Good plays; novel in background; adapted to catholicity of taste; perfectly suited to the actors. (3) Spirit; evidenced in the national and artistic pride of the company; communicated to the audi ences; permeating the very theatre itself. Of the performances during this engage ment, I can do no more than to touch some of the high spots. F. J. McCormick as Rabit Hamil in The "Hew Gossoon. His love scene with May Craig. The two ingenues, Frolie Mulhern and Aideen O'Connor, in the bedroom scene in The Ear-Off Hills. The charm of Denis O'Dea in The Whiteheaded Boy. Suspense, irony, tragedy in The Plough and the Stars. And Eileen Crowe's mad scene. The music of Synge's lines in The Playboy of the West ern World. Arthur Shields as The Play boy and Maureen Delany as the Widow Quinn, and in all her parts. Barry Fitzgerald as the Pay cock; that perfect tag line about "the world in a state of chaos." The terror of Arthur Shields in the same play. Michael Dolan as the aged man in Spring. Pat Carolan as Ned Shay in The "Hew Gossoon. The remarkably differen tiated roles taken by F. J. McCormick, Eileen Crowe, May Craig. Finally, the effortless perfection of ensemble acting. I N the lobby between acts of L'Aiglon (Grand) I asked people whether Eva La Gallienne created a true illusion of masculinity in her portrayal of the ill-fated son of Napoleon. A majority agreed she did. I thought so, too. Difficult to compare Miss La Gallienne with the L'Aiglons of the past. I never saw Bern hardt in the role, but certainly Maude Adams gave no lasting impression of post- adolescent manhood. She was rather the charming woman in masquerade. It is perhaps, therefore, not too far a cry to suggest that Miss La Gallienne may be the best L'Aiglon. Certainly she is an ideal woman for the part, assuming the part must be played by a woman. It was a stunning performance. The subconscious conflict between the dominant Napoleonic traits and the recessive Haps- burg weaknesses was sharply etched at all times. The charm of L'Aiglon was con stantly suggested, but never over-stressed. And the emotions of the neurotic came over to the audience in sweeping waves. The Continental Varieties (Studebaker) proved something to American producers; namely, that you don't need a lot of trappings for a revue, if there is real talent on your stage. This charming little show travelled light; Balieff, a strong quartette, Raphael, Escudero, Lucienne Boyer. Balieff, maestro of the art of making tardy drama critics feel cheap, is, of course, nonpareil as an M. C. Escudero, whose hair looks like a toupee which no self-respecting merchant would sell, danced with a rhythm of fredastaire- ish timing and did amazing castaneting with his finger nails. Raphael stole the show with his concertina. His notes sound like a violin, minus the rasp of the bow on the strings. Lucienne Boyer is a very pretty gal, who wears clothes with beaucoup de flair. She sings passably and has a modicum of dramatic power. But most, she has lots of sex appeal, if one may still use that tar nished phrase. When she sings Parlez- moi d' Amour, almost any man in the audi ence would be glad to. Optimistic souls, of which I am one, believe that Chicago can be its own producing center. Another proof of this possibility is Charles Freeman's offer ing of Sixteen (Blackstone) with Shaindel Kalish. It is a most creditable undertaking. The play, an English importation, lacks dramatic impact, but presents an interest ing study of adolescent hysteria. But more important, the production discloses the de velopment of Shaindel Kalish, the young Chicago girl whose work in Girls in Uni form had the critics tossing their hats over the goal posts. There is in Sixteen no such chance for emotional crescendo as there was in Miss Kalish's former role. But she proves here indisputably that the critical enthusiasm about her was not premature. Poised, dis creetly reticent, lovely to look at, she works for the play and soundly avoids any effort to effect a personal tour de force. Ina Claire doesn't need a play. She hasn't got one in Ode to Liberty (Grand). But it doesn't matter. All she has to do is to stay on the stage all evening; her hair done in that Ina Claire way; her gowns by Hattie Carnegie; her speeches tossed out with libertine good nature. That is all, and you have a joyful evening. Naturally it is better when Miss Claire is backed up by a play like Biography. But it is good to have her back in anything. Ode to Liberty is French farce, plus a piquant idea. A communist trapped in the apartment of a Parisian lady. Nothing happens except some amusing efforts to escape on the part of the bolshie, compli cated by periodic appearances of the lady's husband, her almost-lover, policemen, other radicals. And, of course, the falling-in-love of the lady and her captive. Walter Slezak is the communist. Perfect in his plump boyishness. Naturally the team of Claire and Slezak makes the lines sound positively glittering. Remember Ruth Draper's Mr. Gibson and Three Women? One said that Mr. Gibson was better defined than if he had appeared in person. So in Mansion on the Hudson Cornelia Otis Skinner makes us feel a house as much as if it were pictured in a setting by Joe Meilziner. She does more. She sketches with her monologues a panorama of the last half century. And, in doing this, offers some swell characterization. Her old maid, for instance. Nothing out of the ordinary in the psychological notes struck, but a por trayal of poignant dramatic force. Mansion on the Hudson may lack the bravura qual ity of Miss Skinner's historical sketches, but in differentiation of character, plot, and range of suggestion, it seems to me to be her most successful evening. 20 The Chicagoan ina ciaire lau Chic-est of the chic, Miss Claire here demon strates how a little hat with a feather in it should be worn. At the Grand Opera House in "Ode to Liberty" she demonstrates how a worldly Parisienne demeans herself when her boudoir is invaded by an attractive Bolshevik refugee. FOR HAIR.. which must be soft but vital SOFT, ALLURING CURLS ADORN THE HEAD IN A MANNER REMINISCENT OF COVERED WAGON DAYS AND CRINOLINE GOWNS — CREATED BY DELGARD OF THE PEARL UPTON BEAUTY SALON. A SHORT BOB WITH A REVERSED WAVE COMBED UPWARD INTO RINGLETS DESIGNED TO COMPLEMENT THE LINES OF THE NEW HATS — CREATED BY HULDAH OF THE DRAKE. "NANETTE" — DESIGNED FOR THOSE FEW YEARS WHEN A YOUNG LADY FINDS LONG CURLS THE MOST ROMANTIC OF COIFFURES — CREATED AT THE POWDER BOX OF CHAS. A. STEVENS. A HAIRDRESS FOR GLAMOROUS EVENINGS FEATURING SOFTNESS AT THE NECKLINE, ESPECIALLY GOOD WITH FORMAL ATTIRE — CREATED BY PETER OF SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE. '*¦¦ H - IP HE imm- w it J 'Jt "WATER LILY BOB" — A SMART AND BECOMING STYLE WITH UNUSUAL PARTING AND CURLS SUITABLE FOR AFTER NOON AND EVENING — FROM THE HELENA RUBINSTEIN SALON. SOFT HAIR BRUSHED TO ONE SIDE WITH SMART CURLS OVER THE EARS IN A COIFFURE DE SIGNED BY PIERRE IN THE CARSON PIRIE SCOTT & COMPANY BEAUTY SALON. 22 The Chicagoan S FOR STYLE.. which must be smart but becoming A HAIRDRESS RECALL- ING THE ANCIENT GREEK STYLES — CREATED BY MARIO IN THE SILHOUETTE HAIR SHOP SPONSORED BY ELIZABETH ARDEN. POSED BY MRS. CHARLES CONNELL. I SENSATION OF THE RONEY PLAZA PALM GARDENS IN MIAMI BEACH — CREATED BY MONSIEUR LOUIS OF MANDEL BROTHERS' BEAUTY SHOPS. COIFFURE BY PIERRE OF E.BURNHAM'S ILLUS TRATING THE MODERN TREND OF HAIRDRESS- ING WITH THE CURLS WELL ABOVE THE NECKLINE AND ACROSS THE HEAD, BUT BACK FROM THE BROW. WELL-GROOMED HAIR IS AS MUCH OF AN ASSET TO MEN AS TO WOMEN. THE RUTH WELBON SALON FOR MEN EXCLUSIVELY FEATURES THE OGILVIE METHOD FOR MEN BY OGILVIE SISTERS. THE SPRING HAIRSTYLE WITH THE RECONDI TIONING GABRIELEEN WAVE AND CURLS SCULPTURED OFF THE NECK AND UP ONE SIDE OF THE HEAD IN A MODERN MANNER. FEATURING SOFT CURLS TOWARD THE TOP OF THE HEAD AND FULL NESS BEHIND THE EARS. SUITABLE FOR MANY OCCASIONS- CREATED IN THE MAR SHALL FIELD & COM PANY BEAUTY SALON. March, 1935 23 Mat, Ring and Diamond With Turf Court and Cage for Good Measure By Kenneth D. Fry PERHAPS it's because this alleged au thor is rapidly becoming an old softie, but this month's lesson opens with a confession. Some time ago I was asked where I got all my ideas for this column every month. And since it is obvious that the person had never read beyond the page number or the by-line (I hope it's still there) this department very brazenly con fesses that the sports pages of the daily pa pers, mixed with a few telephone calls, stirred with casual meetings on Randoph Street and at the Stadium, with a dash of prevarication tossed in, sift through this medula oblongata each month, and by golly, there it is. Furthermore there is a distinctly pleasant feature to the writing of this monthly drivel. I have time to sift all the opinions going the rounds, throw them away after picking them to pieces, and then — business of thumbing the nose at my erstwhile con temporaries — bang out my own feelings and then hope somebody is careless enough to read it. All of which is an unusually dull way to lead up to March's opening matter-at-hand. Since this corre spondent last touched typewriter, Doc Krone went to whatever reward a wrestling promoter can expect. And his death brought out the usual syrupy eulogies from the lads who simply must fill that space every day. Doc Krone was one of the few professional sports promoters that this cor respondent was always glad to see paddle into the office. First of all, he never over stayed. And then, he never yelped about not getting enough space for his befuddled and hairy brutes. Oh, sometimes he might mention it, but he always seemed just a lit tle hurt because his boys weren't treated just right, and I usually — just a little ashamed — promised that he'd have a layout the next day. Pretty keen, Doc was. Not being one to promote an argument, I reluctantly take exception with one of our most widely-read sports scribes who stated that Doc always firmly believed that wrestling was on the square. If Doc could have read that, I'm quite sure he'd have nodded and smiled. The most agreeable man I ever saw. However, let me recall something to you. Or for you. Back in the days when I was cynical and a thorough unbeliever, I used to ask Doc if wrestling was on the level. He always made the same answer: "It's a swell show, isn't it?" There you have it. Did Krone believe wrestling was square? What the hell dif ference does it make? Or did it make? And if I pressed the matter — as I some times did — he would add, "I promote the matches. I don't go around listening to what the wrestlers talk about among themselves." Now what do you think? I think Doc Krone had the right idea. The gross re ceipts from his mat shows would total a startling figure, and I doubt if much of it remained in the Krone bank account. That is distinctly too bad. Well, everybody made a big fuss about Doc when he died and that was an end to it all. Personally I'll remember Doc long after I've forgotten lots of guys who made more noise and who got bigger headlines. Sit tibi terra levis. (What ho, the guy went to college.) Fight managers are like a lot of old women. I don't know any very old women who are like fight managers, but it's a well-worn expression and you get what I mean. If you've read this far. Tony Cansoneri, who should quit sometime soon while he has all his buttons, came out here where's he's appreciated and whamdoozled the daylights out of poor Leo Rodak, who is very willing but very inept. If Tony hadn't slipped so far, he'd have laid Leo on the floor — pronto. Well, that wasn't what I started out to say. Now Cansoneri wants a crack at Barney Ross. For that matter, so do I — for thirty grand. It seems that Ross' managers — Sam Pian and Art Winch — one or both, insist that Tony go get a reputation by fighting Davey Day, also managed by Pian and Winch. This bick ering gets us nowhere rapidly. It is the earnest wish of this corner that Sam Gold man turn Tony loose on Day some night or that Pian and Winch collaborate in thought and let Barney shove his left in Can^oneri's face. Let's do something about it all. And while the silly fistic business is be ing aired, last month's mild fun-jabbing at boxing commissions and their comical antics was suddenly re-substantiated by the New York ring body after the Babe Risko-Vince Dundee fight. The fight mattered not a whit, but Risko got the decision at first. When the assembled throng voiced its dis taste of such a verdict so emphatically that it reached the brains of even members of the commission, the cards of the referee and the judges were scanned, possibly with the aid of a third grade arithmetic, a pencil and paper, a water boy and two newspaper hustlers. It developed, after a period of very agile boxing-commission thinking and figuring, that one judge voted for Dundee, seven rounds to three; the other judge scored five for Dundee, four for Risko and one even, but voted for Risko; the referee gave each fighter four rounds, and called three even. The fact that it was only a ten round bout didn't disturb the ref, so that dignitary scored eleven rounds. Possibly he had a round or two at home before he left for the Garden. So the bout was given to Dundee. Anyhow, ain't it grand? Our own commission is somewhat funny at times, but, boy, boxing in this state is per fect compared to our neighbors' cute tricks. i\ nd another thing. Conditional contracts which the New York Yankees are loading on some of their ball players will start something that's going to pile up trouble like arguing with a red head. If a guy's selling books, it's okay to give him a commission. That's an individ ual proposition. But contingency clauses in baseball contracts regarding perform ances in a game in which a player's team mates have so much to do with his own individual record — well, the thought is so unbearable I think I'll go have a couple drinks and make a phone call. There should be no bonus clauses whatsoever, or any sort of clauses stipulating a player will get more dough if he hits .310 or drives in seventy- two runs. If a player with a team that has clinched the pennant is facing the eighth place club, needing two points added to his average to get a slice of cash, a friendly pitcher can go a long way toward aiding the cause, and the clause. Doesn't hurt the eighth place pitcher a bit. Players should be paid flat salaries. Charley Grimm said so in the public prints so it must be right. And now, youse mugs, is that clear? The art or science of salesmanship reaches its peak each spring when the master minds of baseball get under way. Only a few weeks ago, for ex ample, several alleged stars of the Cubs de cided that their contracts for 1935 didn't carry figures commensurate with their abil ity afield and with the bludgeon. All of which was duly, and unofficially, heralded in the headlines. Unofficially, because they weren't really holdouts, not at that early date. A couple of weeks before Bob Lewis cracked the whip and herded the first bunch onto westbound trains for Catalina, the astute front-office experts of the Cubs went into action. Chuck Klein capitulated. Woody English came along, spent a morn ing closeted with Bruin officials, and came out smiling. He was signed. Lee likewise. Supersalesmanship of this sort should be probed by guys who sell refrigerators, radios, and corsets. They should learn about life and (Continued on page 32) 24 The Chicagoan Films for Anglophiles And Flights for the Earthbound By William R. Weaver \ RE you pro-British? And air-minded? r-\ If not, then (1) you haven't been «¦ ¦*• keeping up with the films or (2) there is nothing in the theory that the screen is man's most potent propaganda medium. For ten of the twenty-three pictures ex posed to these eyes during February, and faithfully reported on the fourth page of this number, energetically exploit the glories of the British Empire and aviation. Not simultaneously — five are English stories and the other five are about aviators — and not, I'm sure, with the deliberate or subsidised intent to promote the ideas, but no less ef fectually. Rather more so if your reporter is, as he likes to believe, the complete cinema guinea pig, because he feels less keenly about that unpaid war debt than the others at this writing and he's finally made up his mind to risk his neck in at least one hop. Clive of India, in which Ronald Colman didn't belong but which miscasting couldn't wholly destroy, followed by The Lives of a Bengal Lancer and The Iron Du\e, wherein George Arliss had a little more help from the War Office than was good for the production, compose a tremendous treatise on the virtues of the right little tight little isle. But even I, by heritage a set-up for this sort of thing, felt that this was laying it on a bit thick. And then I saw David Copperfield and forgave all. For there is no suspicion of propaganda in David Cop perfield. And there is in it, as I realize you've read elsewhere, a heap of entertain ment. There is splendid acting by many principals, no single one featured at the ex pense of the story and all submerging their considerable personalities in the Dickens characters. There is splendid construction, presumably the work of Hugh Walpole, im ported for the job, and there is splendid disregard of the Hollywood formulae throughout. Unless I am more mistaken than usual, this is going to be the pattern picture of 1935 as well as the premier pro duction. And the fifth photoplay in this bracket, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, might serve as well the purposes of a pat tern in its field — the story is told for its own sake and there's no secret about who committed the murder and why, a comfort able and commonsense manner of narration. I think it was Devil Dogs of the Air that finally convinced me in the matter of air safety. James Cagney and Pat O'Brien mouth their customary patter in the fore ground of the picture, but in the back ground unnamed gentlemen of the Marine Corps do things with planes that are not supposed to be possible. And there are superb shots of fleet maneuvers in the Pad- lS HMI\| wood. — - 1 ttX-- * 4 \y RONALD COLMAN— Somewhat Sadly Miscast in and as "Clive of India" fic that complete the lesson. If you feel that you can stand only one flight picture, this is the one. But there's nice flying, too, in Bdboona, the Martin Johnsons' cur rent report on Africa, and in Hell in the Heavens, Warner Baxter's unimpressive war picture, as in Wings in the Dar\, a somewhat idealized human interest story featuring Cary Grant and Myrna Loy, and Bright Eyes, the Shirley Temple-James Dunne employment of the moment. If the five of these don't make you flight fearless you are hopelessly earthbound. Acting honors of the month go to Frank Morgan for his per formance in The Good Eairy, incidentally the liveliest picture in the period. The role is not too much unlike that of the Duke in The Affairs of Cellini and his handling of it is, if anything, better. Runner-up is Will Rogers for his portrayal of The County Chairman, if a Rogers performance may be called acting. This time I think it may, for there are two spots in the action that call for more than drollery. He is undismayed by them and they make this his best picture. Third and fourth mention is due Bette Davis and Paul Muni as of Bordertown, the title of which ought not to be permitted to keep you away. And it should be noted, while these credits are being issued, that half a dozen players in David Copperfield achieve that rounded perfection of charac terization which is the end and the glorifi cation of the art. 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BUILT IN 1662- 1681 IN THE FRENCH STYLE ADAPTED TO SWEDISH ENVIRONMENTS THE "GARDESANA OCCIDENTALE," HIGHWAY ON LAKE GARDA WHICH IS IN THE LAKE COUNTRY OF NORTHERN ITALY 26 The Chicagoan PRENCH LINE Typical street scene in Paris, France, showing once again the gaiety and activity on the boulevards of this famous city of tourists Why Europe? This and That About Trans - Atlantic Travel By Carl J . Ross TRAVEL to Europe is coming back. After five years of "hard times," with steamers quietly slipping down the North River and out to sea with only a handful of pas sengers aboard, the steamship lines are facing the happy pros pect of capacity lists again as advance reservations for the ap proaching season and requests for immediate passage pour in from all sides. In the midst of the most successful winter Cruise season ever experienced, the persistent demand for information on travel abroad for spring and summer can only mean that crossing the Atlantic is once more in vogue and no one will lack for com pany aboard ship from now on. The regular lines and Cruises following the southern route to the Mediterranean are already in the throes of the general movement and good accommodation is harder to get than might be expected. But sailings in winter to warmer climes, whether it be the West Indies, the South Seas, or the Mediterranean, are expected to be popular if any travel ing is being done at all. An escape from inclement weather may be responsible for a large part of the immediate voyaging, but it is not for this reason that Europe is definitely regaining its position as a Mecca for American travelers. When the government left the former gold standard by devaluing the dollar, nearly all foreign cur rencies rose in proportion, which automatically lessened the buying power of Americans abroad. The French franc which was worth four cents increased to more than six cents, the Ger man mark went from twenty-five to thirty-nine, and other na tions' monetary standards followed suit with the exception of several, including England and Spain, who had already devalued their currency retaining much the same value in terms of our money that existed before our change. Shortly after our dollar was reduced the wail of Americans living abroad was heard on all sides as their cost of living rose approximately sixty per cent, because of the exchange. Travel in Europe became expensive and the combination of high prices on the other side and a depression at home practically stopped the widespread trend to European vacations. The foreign rail ways, hotels, tourist services, and all trans- Atlantic steamship lines found their business dropping and inevitably were forced to lower tariffs. Last year the lowest point was reached after reductions up to fifty per cent, were effected, and prices are still at this approximate level, bringing the actual cost of journeying on the continent below that existing before we lowered the gold content of the dollar. This situation has removed the barrier of exorbitant prices, an effective deterrent to Americans planning a trip, and a marked increase in ocean passages is the result. To encourage the traveler of modest (Continued on page 39) INTOURIST, INC. On the banks of the River Neva — the central building is the old stock exchange; the columns were built by Peter the Great March, 1935 27 The Midget Racers Outboards of the Indoor Tracks By Jack McDonald THE muted roar of tiny racing motors is drowning out the thud of galloping hooves on the indoor polo arenas. No longer is polo reigning as supreme ruler of the win ter sport group, for the indoor auto racing game has stolen quietly into the picture and is preparing for an extended stay. Originally considered as a step-child, or illegitimate offspring, of the Indianapolis Bowl and various dirt ovals scattered about the country, midget racing has now developed into a sport to be reckoned with. The sports public, always thrill-minded, has taken to the sport almost overnight, turning out by the thou sands and paying a fairly stiff tariff for the privilege. And why shouldn't the game attract attention? Six slithering, skittering, wildly careening little cars jockey ing for position over a two or three hundred yard course are enough to bring even a thrill-sated sports reporter to his feet. No other sport produces such vicious jamming at high speed, the nearest approach is found in outboard racing, when several boats attempt to round a buoy wide open. Midget racing is similar to outboard racing in several respects, for not only are many of the cars powered with outboard engines, but the driv ers copy the racing tactics of the outboard men, using lots of body-English on the turns and a prayer on the back stretch. Speed, and still more speed, is the eternal cry at the races — and the drivers, hare-brained lads at best, do everything in their power to clip additional split seconds off existing records. High- powered, dynamite-like fuels, super-chargers, unusual spark plugs, and every trick of the mechanic and machine shop is utilized in this everlasting pursuit of speed. Records, always meaningless standards in a new and novel sport, are falling with startling rapidity. Consider what a split second means over a short, unbanked, dirt course with four turns, and you'll understand why the crowd roars approval when some daredevil, his motor hitting particularly well, manages to slither around the course a few hundredths of a second faster than the record. The cars are good for only a certain amount of speed, but the driving possibilities are legion. By giving the car the full gun on the stretch (only about sixty yards) and not letting up until the last possible instant, a driver may navigate the turns at a slightly higher speed than the rest of the field, not only taking the lead and the race, but possibly setting a new record as well. The post positions of the contesting cars are determined by qualifying rounds, the car with the fastest time for a two lap trial being given the coveted pole position. The boys really drive in these qualifying rounds, for the driver on the inside during a race has an almost overwhelming ad vantage. In fact, this is the greatest disadvantage of indoor racing. In almost ninety per cent, of the races, barring acci dents, the ultimate winner is the car that starts in the number one, or inside, position. For the start of a race the cars line up two abreast, three deep, waiting the signal to start. At the signal the mechanics push the cars off, the drivers attempting to retain the starting order as they circle the course. Around the course they go, once, or perhaps two or three times, still two abreast and three deep until the starter gives them the green starting flag. And then the fun begins. Jockeying furiously they jostle into the first turn, skitter around, and slam into the back stretch, motors whining and screaming. The big thrills come when the baby cars are com ing out of the turns into the stretches, for here they bump, slide into one another, turn completely around, and perform miraculous billard-like "kisses." One night five cars, one after the other, crashed into the side wall at the south turn, luckily MARSHALL LEWIS' CAR RAMS THE CONCRETE GUARD WALL AND DON JONUSKA PILES UP BEHIND, AN INCIDENT NO LESS EXCIT ING BECAUSE COMMON IN THE INDOOR AUTO RACES RUN OFF ON SUNDAY NIGHTS AT THE I24TH FIELD ARTILLERY ARMORY without serious injury to any of the drivers, but crashes do happen, and the crowd expectantly waits for them. It's truly ama?ing that there aren't more crashes, for some of the lads drive like Clark Street hopheads, the cars caroming off the side- walls at times like Willie Hoppe's three cushion shots. Of course bales of hay are placed against the sidewalls at the more dangerous corners to break the full force of the crashes, but many of the little cars are ruined, and many drivers get tossed about. The rules of the game require every driver to wear a fibre helmet, similar to those worn by steeplechase riders, and these silly looking headpieces have saved several boys from fractured noggins. That there aren't more overturned cars is due to the low center of gravity of the tiny autos, most of them being so low slung that the crank cases of the engines almost scrape the track. This squattiness, plus the dispropor tionate width of the cars, makes overturning almost impossible. Sometimes, in the heat of a close race, a driver will run right over the car ahead, or lock wheels in a tangled, pretzel-like mass, but these little affairs aren't serious and just add spice to the program. Just because the cars are small and resemble the toy road sters that children pedal about in around Christmas time, don't get the idea that they are toys or inexpensive, for on the con trary, they are perfected pieces of machinery and run into a lot of dough. One of these little jobs may cost anywhere from several hundred to two or three thousand dollars, depending upon the workmanship and the engine. The power plant varies in almost every car, the builders utilizing motor cycle engines, outboard motors, and ancient rebuilt automobile mo tors; in short, everything except an electric egg beater. And what ingenuity! Most of the drivers have built and designed their own cars, and the imagination and workmanship lavished upon these speedy playthings is incredible. The builders can never hope to win enough prize money with their cars to re pay construction costs, but they don't seem to care a great deal, proving, if proof is necessary, that the majority of the drivers are in the game for the sport of it. There's no shortage of cars either, every Sunday night finds at least thirty cars tuned up and ready for the qualifying rounds. 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I am going to show the expert at his worst. While playing in the Grand National Finals of the United States Bridge Association I was particularly impressed with the brilliant and almost uncanny type of bridge played by our master players. I saw "grand coups," triple squeezes and other such advanced plays executed witn "clock'lock" precision, but you have had other writers recount such achievements. My hat goes off to our Eastern experts! They are good! In fact, they are the finest I have ever seen. However, they are human —and they do err! In addition to seeing some very masterful bridge I also ob' served some very putrid bridge. I saw some of our glorified master minds of bridge pull off plays that would cause our "second'String" player to hang his head in shame. Now, take a look at this hand and place yourself in the posi' tion of the East player. North is declarer and the contract four (4) Spades doubled. East and West have taken three tricks — the declarer needs all of the remaining tricks for game (and contract). East has just won the last trick, making a total of three tricks won by East and West. Here is the North hand (dummy) staring East in the face: S H D C 10 .... J 9 3 From previous discarding and play East knows 1st: in addition to the Spade (trump) that can be seen in dummy, there is but one more trump and that one is in the hand of declarer. 2nd: in addition to the Diamond shown in dummy there is a total of four (4) Diamonds (10'7-6-2) dis' tributed between the South and West hands — but, he is certain that South (declarer) holds at least two of the Diamonds. 3rd: declarer has no Hearts (previously ruffed). 4th: there are three Clubs unaccounted for — the A 6 4, but — his partner has been marked and is known definitely to have Clubs, one of which is the Ace — perhaps holds all three remaining Clubs. We will now take a look at the East players holding : S H D C Q 4 3 J It is the privilege of East to now lead — What would you lead? 1st: the heart lead will certainly give declarer a "sluff" and "ruff." 2nd: a Club lead may also give declarer a "skiff" and "ruff." 3rd: what about the Diamond lead? I n actual play, I was seated in the South position. My opponent whose lead it was, is a very popular Eastern expert, winner of several National tournaments and a team-of-four title holders. I felt that all was LOST as I never expected this man to "slip" — but — imagine my extreme surprise when down comes a DIAMOND which lead allowed me to make my contract, four Spades doubled! His excuse was that he didn't dare take a chance on giving me a "sluff" and a "ruff." I agreed with him that he was in a tough spot, but just between ourselves, let's reason out the P^y— 1st: should the Club lead give me a "sluff" and a "ruff" 30 The Chicagoan — then, my hand would consist of Spades x Diam. xxx If such is the pattern of my hand, then no lead in the world could stop me. The Diamonds were all good — I could not be defeated with that combination. 2nd: the only distribution of cards that could win for East and West would be this holding by me — (which is exactly what I actually held). S H D C X .... XX X If I held this type hand and were East to lead a Club, I should be forced to trump in dummy and would then have to lose a Diamond trick to the 10 spot in the West hand. However, "all is well that ends well." The Diamond lead gave me my contract, four Spades doubled — for a nice, juicy "top on the board." So! — you see, our experts do make mis' takes. False economy: Here is a hand that I rather imagine will appear in newspaper syndicate service. It is the most beautiful example of a progressive squeeze I have ever seen in actual play. I was sitting North with the following holding: S H D C A Q 5 9 Q 9 6 7 6 4 6 2 My partner, S. M. Stayman of New York, sitting ir South position held: S H D C J A A A 2 K K J Q J 2 10 2 Here is the bidding: Dealer W N E S pass pass pass 2 Diamonds pass 2 Spades pass 3 Diamonds pass 3 Spades pass 4 Clubs pass 4 Hearts pass 7 Diamonds pass pass Double Redouble pass pass pass pass The opening lead by West was the eight spot of Hearts which South won with the Ace. Now, Mr. Stayman played five rounds of Diamonds and then the King of Hearts. His next lead (trick No. 8) was the last remaining Diamond, leav ing five cards in all hands with the following in dummy: s H D C A Q 9 Q 9 The East hand originally held: S H D C K J 3 K 9 10 Q 8 4 7 3 3 2 After two rounds of Hearts and five rounds of Diamonds had been played by declarer, East was "pinched" down to the following: S H D C K J .... K 9 10 Q and it was now his turn to discard to trick No. 8 — the deuce of Diamonds. This is a progressive squeeze and a beautiful ex' ample of this rare play. No matter what East discards he will again be squeezed on the later play! I am happy to say that my partner made the hand. I regret to state that I am not quite so proud of Mr. "X" another highly rated expert, who played the same hand at an' other table. Mr. "X" became faint hearted and did not at' BLACK & WHITE Scotch Whisky ! bUck&whitC It comes lo you in its prime, neither too young nor too old. A perfect Scotch that satisfies you every day. BUCHANAN'S LIQUEUR (INOVALS) A whisky so fine that connois seurs choose it for special occa sions. iimin, Our trademark I S H AW I on everY bottle THE HIGHEST STANDARD OF QUALITY ALEX D. SHAW & CO., INC.... NEW YORK ... CHICAGO ... 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Of course, those who have suspicious minds and like to pick people apart might come forward and say that such business was carefully planned to keep the Cubs in the headlines, day after day, until the trek for training camps started. But this department doesn't hold with such incredulity. Not much. Pat Perce Malone, who has or had everything a pitcher needs excepting the disposition, shouldn't be washed up, as it appears he is. Chatter has it that Pat was offered five thousand by the Cardinals. The same chatter in' dicates he asked for ten grand, or else. The truth is that if Pat signed for five, went in and pitched as he can pitch if he is in the mood, he could probably ask and get fifteen thousand next year. I suppose I should be looking for a pulpit. The semblance of logrolling and mental discrepancies appears with the announcement of the new direc tors of the Washington Park Jockey Club. When John P. Harding and, at that time, an unnamed group of Chicago sportsmen, wrested Washington Park from Matt Winn and his Kentucky people, the move was heralded as a boon to rac ing because it would bring another group into competition. When the new Washington Park directorship burst into print, the boys could do nothing but cheer, because it now seems that the Homewood track is merely the south side branch of Arling' ton Park. Now that I'm back in the pulpit again, I find it a little dif ' ficult to follow the reasoning of our political minds — if any — which sanction — and tax — pari'mutuel wagering, while their al' lies send squads around to shove bookmakers into the cooler. Not only is there moral equivocation here, but it is distinctly unfair to the race tracks and their owners. The cutting of pass lists has sent thousands to loop backrooms for their betting. Tax the bookies and let them operate. No man'made laws ever halted gambling. From a moral standpoint it would be far better for the state to get a rakeofF on horse race wagering than to grab pennies paid by housewives for spinach and herring. Business of climbing down from behind the pulpit. Amen. Casual Comments on Current Con' ditions: This department bows to the inevitable and recognizes the fact that, at the moment, our astounding Black Hawks are showing the league how to play that game of little skill and lots of luck called hockey. It must be done with mirrors. . . . Recommended: the Big Ten indoor track and field champion' ship at the U. of C. field house March 9. Track meets are now conducted on schedule and you'll have your coat on ready to leave before eleven o'clock. Still plenty of time to wrestle with whiskey sours and a blonde. . . . Since basketball has deteric rated into a brawl in which eyetwitching brings whistle blow ing, this correspondent doesn't like. On the other hand, the business of picking on officials is hereby frowned upon. 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Helena Rubinstein preparations are available at her Salons — and all smart stores where her trainedconsultantswillserveyou. nelena rufcinstein 670 N. Michigan Ave. CHICAGO Paris Whitehall 4241 London Copyright 1935. Helena Rubinstein. Inc. „ 32 The ChicagoaU year's champs would be snowed under? Haarlow of Chicago is the best instinctive eager witnessed by these astigmatic eyes in many years. ... If you didn't see Les Stoeffen in the pro tennis matches, you failed to see the lad with the hardest over' head smash in history. His batting average isn't too high, but he bangs that ball . . . This. month's lesson is hereby concluded. G e rm a ny (Begin on page 17) foundly confirmed — that Germany is no joke. My earlier impression was obtained in Kaiser Franz Josef Platz in Berlin, where thousands of German soldiers, camouflaged as Storm Troopers, policemen, boy scouts, and beer steins, massed and marched in the holy if vain hope that The Leader would come out and take a look at them, and at Flughafen Tempelhof, where the greatest commercial air fleet in Europe takes off on maneuvers not all of which appear to have strictly commercial significance. The German mania for order and efficiency in everything — a mania reproduced in miniature in our own industrial develop' ment — has no counterpart in any other nation as a whole. Effi' ciency in Germany is openly building a mighty machine par' tially convertible to fighting purposes and, so they say, it is secretly building an out'and'out fighting machine whose might is only a question of months; and order will hold that machine together when civil war is destroying similar machines every where else. The current flood of secret treaties, secretly arrived at, may sound like guarantees of peace to us, but Germany is neither hoping for the best from them nor fearing the worst. The talk of wars of defense and vindica' tion — all wars are wars of defense and vindication — is everywhere in Europe. Our insularity at least saves us from the continuous state of jitters enjoyed by the European populaces as they watch, or try to watch, their statesmen turn' ing double somersaults on tightTopes. It is our insularity that insulated us last time against these jitters so that when we plunged in we had a mere million young men ready to be sent forth to be shot at. It seems to me that it is not Europe so much as the whole race of man that doesn't ever learn a lesson. When the next war breaks in Europe, and in Asia, somebody somewhere is accidentally going to shoot an American tourist trying to get a closer view of the battle. Then we shall be summoned to the colors in the name of human decency, and, on top of that, we shall be moved to do something about it by the spectacle of whole cities of non'combatants being gassed and babies having their hands cut off in the propaganda of each side. What, I wonder on my return to West Madison Street, can we lose by going into this thing at the present time — while our hands are the only hands in the world that are relatively clean — and using our gloved fist to pound the conference table of peace? That is what Roosevelt and Hull have led many ob' servers, including their own diplomatic representatives, to be' lieve they want us to do. I do not want to commit myself to the policies of the Democratic Party, for that would involve me in public works, crop reduction, imperforate postage stamps and a lot of other matters I do not understand. But I will string along with the boys to the extent of reminding the pub' Ushers who quote George Washington's Farewell Address on the front page every day that at the time Washington let something slip about avoiding foreign entanglements the United States of America consisted of thirteen puny ex'provinces and a few million people, and, in the nature of things in that day, would have been a likely prize for any great power. Your correspondent — "I," when I get excited — did not in' tend to go on like this. He is better qualified to spin out honeyed phrases about the fleas of the Lido, the Citroen sign on the Eiffel Tower, and the joke about Gen. Goring sticking his head through a porthole and one German on shore saying to another, "Look — Hermann is wearing a battle'ship around his neck." 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Even radio is reliably reported on the upgrade, and sports events were never more plentiful or varied in February. Perhaps it is merely that turn about is fair play and the writers of books are enjoying a well earned breathing space— Heaven knows they carried the burden of a depressed world's amusement long enough. Anyway, here, as Bill Hay says, they are: Another Caesar — Alfred l^eumann — Knopf: An adroit and immensely interesting telling of the story of Louis Napoleon Bonaparte in the manner and with the color of fiction but ac curately, credibly, impartially. A pleasant and lasting volume. — W. R. W. Columbia Poetry 1934— Columbia University Press: Be ing a collection of forty-seven poems from twenty-five under graduate and graduate students from the various colleges of Columbia University. Worthy of special mention are All the Young Are Suicides, by Graham P. Singer, and three poems, Hew Tor\ in Vers Libre, by Florence Stone Steele. At this writing we are rather sure there are no timeless classics in the small volume, although there is a cosmopolitan selection of which some one or two are sure to please practically every appreciative dabbler in poetry. — M. A. M. Come and Get It— Edna Ferber— Doubleday, Doran: A Wisconsin family portrait from 1907 to the present, a saga of Barney Glasgow and his children. If you liked Withm This Present you will probably like this. Personally we are a little weary of the family saga sort of thing, even if Edna Ferber did write So Big.—V. W. A. Destination Unknown— Fred Wal\er— Lippmcott: An English boy runs away from home and spends twenty-eight years knocking around the Americas, meeting plenty of adven ture. If you ever felt like "bumming," this should be worth reading. — E. S. C. Fellow Mortals— Marion Strobei— Farrar &? Rinehart: Against a background of the changing conditions of the years 1916 to 1931, the Ambler family of Chicago shows the adjust ments of individuals and of a group during those difficult years. — P. B. The Golden Earth— Arthur Pound— Macmillan : A popular historical survey of the growth of land values in New York City, emphasising particularly the borough of Manhat tan. Beginning with the Indians on Manhattan, the narrative describes the arrival of the white man, the settlement of the Dutch, the English conquest, the development of Wall Street, Fifth Avenue, Broadway, and the rise of skyscraper architec ture. The book terminates with the recent speculative era and its crash. It offers some insight as to why the typical New Yorker is so unctuously different from the denizens of other cities. — M. A. M. Henley's— Twentieth Century Boo\ of Ten Thousand Formulas, Processes and Trade Secrets— The Norman W. Hen ley Publishing Company: This new edition containing over 800 pages and 10,000 "secrets" can be purchased for $4.00. You'll find everything from adhesives to wines; how to equip a home workshop or laboratory, how to make formulae at home or in the shop; where to buy anything and everything needed; in fact it tells you how to compound, buy, analyze. It will supply valuable information for a lifetime. By all means, own it!— M. K. A House Divided— Pearl S. Buc\— Reynal & Hitchcock: 34 The Chicagoan *;* ., THE SOFT SHEEN OF HEALTHY HAIR, GLORIFIED BY A EUGENE WAVE AND A COIFFURE IN TUNE WITH SPRING. OTHER HAIRDRESSES ARE SHOWN ON PAGE 22 Mrs. Buck presents a noble Yuan, in fact he is so noble that those interested in Being Well Bom and kindred subjects will ask for another volume dealing with the offspring of Yuan and Mei-ling. Perhaps if we had more novels like A House Divided we would have more youths like Yuan and Mei-ling. They are first-rate and the means of duplicating them is justifiable. I think The Good Earth is merely beginning with A House Divided instead of ending. At any rate, there is a rare begin ning for two. — M. K. JOSHUA Todd — Fulton Oursler — Farrar G? Rinehart: Joshua roves through several hundred pages of narrative, realistic and vital, but a trifle harsh on the ladies. But, ladies, remember, authors do not always (or ever) confine themselves to their true feeling, so let's call it a good book and read about this Joshua Todd and forget as many harsh words as you like. — M. K. No Quarter Given— Paul Horgan— Harper & Brothers: A very great many very well organised words present with vast precision and much care the doings and thinkings of tempera mental folk such as live and have their being in this our cur rent civilization and no doubt always shall. Long, though. — W. R. W. Silver Collar Boy — Constance Wright— Dutton : Here is a novel of distinction; one hundred and fifty pages of eigh teenth-century life in London. It is the story of Pompey, blackamoor, who becomes the slave of Mrs. Van Westervelt, wealthy widow. One day he is sent on an errand with the footman and Pompey loses his way. And when he is found his mistress orders a collar for him; a band of silver plaques, linked and padlocked, bearing his name and that of his owner. It is not certain that the boy meets death in a storm at Twickenham, but regardless, his mistress mourns indefinitely. This story keeps the reader entranced and it will not be impossible to be lieve it true. Don't overlook it. — M. K. So You're Going to the Mediterranean!— Clam E. Laughlin— Houghton Mifflin: "But first take a look at me," quoth the guide-book, "and see the compilations of a quarter- century in trips to the glorious Mediterranean!" This is just the book the traveler has been looking for. 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March, 1935 35 Chicago9 s Most Brilliant Event The New Winter Revue Nightly in the Beautiful EMPIRE ROOM OF THE PALMER HOUSE * Featuring JAY SEILER The Novelty on Skis THE CONDOS BROTHERS Kings of Rhythm STANLEY MORNER Singer of Glorious Ballads STUART and LEA America's foremost exponents of modern dancing THE EMPIRE FOUR ABBOTT INTERNATIONAL DANCERS Dinner $2.50 Luncheon No Cover Charge Dancing Minimum Charges Every Saturday 1:00 to 4:00 Dinner $2.50 Supper $2.00 Luncheon $1.35, pins tax Sat., Sun. and Holidays Minimum charge includes Supper $2.50 luncheon only TED WEEMS' MUSIC First Show— 7:30 Sharp BENEDICTINE BESTOWS 4 CENTURIES OF FAME ON THESE 6" BENEDICTINE LIQUEUR-There is C3> only one genuine Benedictine, famous as an after-dinner liqueur throughout the world! Y' B AND *-Y2 Benedictine, Y2 crj> Cognac brandy: This suave sophisticated after-dinner drink has a decided Continental vogue. 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For deep down in his heart Strawinsky loves a tune, if only it were proper in these advanced days to give way to it. So, with evi' dent sympathy and great skill, he dressed Pergolesi in modern garb with pleasing results. Grateful to the ear, even though not the rampaging Strawinsky we should have so liked to hear. The Fairy's Kiss was by way of being a tribute to Tschaikow sky, but this was apparently somehow too near home and rather cramped Strawinsky s style. It was neither good Tschaikowsky nor good Strawinsky. Two points, however, came out clearly in these newer works, Strawinsky 's wondrous skill as a crafts' man and the fact that he has made himself an excellent conduc tor, at least for his own music. The Mischakoff quartet also played Strawinsky's Three Pieces for String Quartet. They were amusing, even entertain' ing; jeux d'esprit not to be taken too seriously. Excellently played; mutual felicitations between composer and players. Sir Hamilton Harty came to the orchestra as guest conductor with an interesting pocketful of novelties, of which the Mozart Divertimento was most delectable. Sir Hamilton has a flair for the lighter side of Mozart and he made this music in very truth a divertimento. Dainty, exquisite and altogether charming. Whether or not it was the academic Mozart, it was without doubt delightful and the orchestra displayed the famous Harty pianissimo to full satisfaction. The Delius In A Summer Garden was a brilliant display of virtuosity since Sir Hamilton, by his sympathetic insight and skill as a conductor, made of it something much more compel' ling than the intrinsic worth of the music seemed to promise. A lovely tone'poem under the magic of his baton. The Berlioz Funeral March from Hdwlet was a striking bit of virtuoso conducting and in the Brahms Fourth symphony Sir Hamilton shook up the bones of the Brahmins till you could fairly hear them rattle. Those who normally care not for Brahms were quite surprised to find themselves for once rather entertained — but the true lovers! Let us draw the veil. It was Brahms highly colored, gay, almost merry at times, and anon pensive to the point of the mofbid, with its solemn grey beard wagging in unaccustomed fashion; unexpected, yet with the curious sense that nevertheless there might be something of the real Brahms in this point of view. But disturbing. Sir Hamilton was given a reception of unwonted cordiality — a conductor whose visits are refreshing. The Amy Neill string quartet played the Bartok quartet with imaginative force and technical skill. A tough musical nut to crack, however. Well, give us time. The Bach arrangements for string quintet by Mabel Wood Hill were not so successful as expected, a something dull and heavy where all should have been clear and light. Doris Humphrey and Charles Weidman with their concert group gave a demonstration of angularity in the dance after the advanced fashion. Angular enough, with the girls so fully clothed as to prevent the obtrusion of disconcerting curves. But how the public did cheer up when in Water Study they came forth to the manner dressed and demonstrated that, after all, they were personable maidens! What course will be necessary, however, and how long will it take for us to discriminate as to the beauty of unshod feet? We have, alas, made no headway as yet, and Heaven knows we have seen plenty of them. Feodor Chaliapin was with us again and still the greatest 36 The Chicagoan personality — yet if only we could see him once more as Boris? Lovely performance by Myra Hess of Beethoven's G Major piano concerto and fine playing of the DeLamarter symphony in E Major, the composer conducting. Delightful playing of the Mozart quartet for oboe and strings by the Chicago quartet, three of them and Alfred Barthel. Charming. Notably good performance of the Mendelssohn Scotch Sym' phony by the Woman's symphony orchestra with Ebba Sund' strom conducting. But — somehow two men had wormed their way in among the players! At the Arts club the first Chicago per' formance of John Alden Carpenter's quintet for piano and strings played by the Mischakoff quartet with the composer himself at the piano. In the lighter vein, rich in melodic con' tent and with graceful setting. Finely played. Artur Schnabel gave his first Chicago piano recital at the Auditorium before a large and notably enthusiastic audience. Magnificent Beethoven playing, particularly the Opus 111, which was just about the final word. A bit heavyhanded in the Mozart. You remember Goldsmith said that Dr. Johnson would hardly do for writing on natural history, since he would make the little fishes talk like whales. Well, something the like for Mozart with Schnabel — but a great Beethoven player. Tenor (Begin on page 13) offer $35,000. Too much money. Adam fumes and frets. Only $10,000 between him and Malibu Beach! If he only had the $10,000. He'd put it up himself to buy Leibstein out. What's $10,000 with Hollywood in the hollow of his hand? He talks to Ada about it: "Think of it, dear. I need only $10,000, and I'm set for life. And you can come out later. Be my press agent. Maybe even more — ." Ada never knew anybody who had $10,000. And the idea of Adam's going to Hollywood is as palatable to her as ratsbane. So all she can say is : "It would be a great break for you, Adam." He also talks to Violet about it: "Think of it, Vi. Only $10,000 between me and the im portant money. And you can join me when I am established. Perhaps I can get you in one of my pictures. And then later — ." Violet has $700 saved up. But Adam in Hollywood is just like an arsenic cocktail to Violet. So she says: "It would be so grand, Adam." He also talks to Priscilla about it. They are lunching in the Empire Room of the Palmer House. Ginsburgh's Ensemble is playing some of the songs which Adam sings. They are sweet, coaxing songs. They create moods of softness. "Think of it, Priscilla. If I could just get my hands on $10,000. Could have saved it up, if I'd ever thought a thing like this would come up." Now Priscilla Ogden has in the past heard mention of $10,000. In fact, her father, Wentworth Og den, occasionally mentioned even larger figures. She becomes pensive. The orchestra starts to play With Every Heartbeat. Adam hums it in an abstracted way, as he negligently gurgles a shot of White Rock into his Scotch. It seems to Priscilla that he is humming it to her. Perhaps he is. Their eyes hold one another's. Adam thinks about how sleek and soignee Pris' cilia is. Priscilla thinks a lot of things about Adam. She thinks, too, about Hollywood. She has read about the place. She hesi' tates. Wonders how she would look at the Cocoanut Grove or at World Premieres with Adam as her escort and her — . After all, his show will soon be leaving Chicago. Would she ever see him again? Probably, if — . So: "Adam, it seems too good a chance to let go. I don't know — I can't be sure — but just possibly Father might — you know he's pretty well fixed — if I asked him — he does loan money now and then — and I don't think he feels quite as badly about the New Deal now — and — oh, well, Adam, it wouldn't do any Mild as May TIPS he Lips MARLBORO AME RICA'S FINEST CIGARETTE Created by philip morris a co. ltd. inc. new york fyi£AjOr MODERNE AS TOMORROW March, 1935 37 being none other than your favorite Kenwood "two piece" in exciting new spring tri colors and blossom pastels! Buy it now to wear under your mink or lapin, and you can wear it as a suit with a matching sweater, straight through the spring. It's one of those universally becoming Kenwood classics that you can ensemble yourself and the fabric is Kenwood's own famous tweed rivalled in beauty and quality only by those fine British imports. The price of this, however, is a pleasant surprise! Complete $25.00 Separate Skirt $10.00 KENWOOD WOOLENS 550 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE harm to ask him — would it?" Adam's eyes become misty. The way they do in those love scenes on the stage. There is an effective catch in his voice as he murmurs: "You'd do that for me, Priscilla?" "Yes, Adam. Come up tonight after the show. I'll see Father before then." A S everyone knows, Wentworth Ogden is a hard'headed man. But not where his youngest daughter is concerned. Once he had refused her something she wanted. That was when at the age of twelve she craved a Rolls Royce. Since then his record of acquiescence has been perfect. Of course, he demurs for the sake of the record: "You know, Priscilla, if I advance money to this young man, I have very little chance of ever getting it back — ." "Oh, Daddy, you don't know Adam. He's as steady as a rock. And he'll be a sensation in pictures. He'll make so much money that $10,000 won't even pay his income tax." That night. An open fire. A big armchair. Priscilla and Adam in the big armchair. The light dim, so that the flames throw shadows on their faces. Adam holds Priscilla close: "Why are you so swell to me, Priscilla? I'm not worth it. Not quite your sort. Just a ham actor. You'll never know what you've done for me tonight. You've given me the chance of my life. You'll come out, won't you? Just as soon as you can? I love you so, Priscilla — so very much — you're the only one who has ever really done anything for me — the rest are all trying to get something for themselves — my very dear one — I could never tell you how much I care — Priscilla — ." And Adam's kiss — a very sophisticated kiss — stirs Priscilla down to the tips of her toes, and blots out any possible thought of that Poole girl and the press agent whom Adam is supposed to go about with. A few days later three girls wake up at approximately the same time. They yawn. They stretch. They finally get out of bed. They bathe. They open The Tribune. They read: STAGE STARS WED (Picture on hack page) A surprise wedding took place last night at the apart ment of Judge Elmer Finnit- ney at the Shoreland Hotel. Adam Gregg, the star of The Gypsy Prince, was married to Zizi Featherstone, one of the featured players in his com pany Mr. and Mrs. Gregg are leaving today for Holly wood, where Mr. Gregg is going to make a picture for Sublime Pictures, Inc. The romance is said to be one of long standing . R aces (Begin on page 28) and Cadillacs, beautifully painted, and outfitted with the very latest in accessories and racing gadgets, others are patently homemade outfits, making up in power what they lack in graceful design. But the race is not always to the chromium plated job, for more often than not the home work shop product is able to give the snappy looking car a hundred yard start and still cross the finish line first. Some of the drivers are rapidly becoming idols of the gallery gods, either because of their nonchalant manner of spitting in Old Man Danger's face, their utter abandon of the turns, or else their showmanship. Other lads, just as fine drivers, incur the gallery's displeasure, and are booed and cat-called for the slightest bit of crowding or bump ing. But crowds at sporting events were ever thus. Two fa vorites of the Chicago fans are Tony Willman, of Milwaukee, holder of the new time trial record of 13.93 seconds, and Jimmy Rogers, of Melrose Park, a National Outboard Motor- boat Champion, both boys driving cars powered with outboard motors. Rogers certainly handles his car as if it were a frail hydroplane in rough going, tooling it over the dirt track with infinite care, yet not missing the slightest loophole on the turns. Willman is a genius on the turns, having an uncanny knack GOLD COAST ROOM Brilliant entertainment featuring Dorothy Page, in person, a colorful floor show and dancing to the rhythm of the Gold- Coasters. CAPE COD ROOM The very atmosphere of a seaside inn where sea ¦foods are superbly pre pared. Cocktail and Oys ter Bar. LANTERN ROOM Smart grill and coffee shop. Drake cuisine at moderate cost. BUFFET GRILL Chicago's intimate meet ing place at the Cocktail Hour. BENJ. H. MARSHALL, President EMILY KEMPSON DOW Inc. 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The Midwest Racing Association is keeping a record of points scored by the drivers in order to decide who is the champion midwestern driver, and competition is terribly keen. At this time, Ted Hartley of Roanoke, Indiana; Wally Mitchell of Chicago, and Tony Willman of Milwaukee, are leading the field, with Jimmy Rogers not far behind. As prize money is awarded on this point standing, it may readily be seen just why the competition is so fierce. The Sire and Dam of this new sport may be unknown, or not registered in the Stud Book of the Jockey Club, but the colt shows plenty of promise, and if Lieutenant Ray Waldron, the 'Tex Rickard" of polo, is to be believed, midget motor racing will soon eclipse all other winter sports, even polo. It's hard to visualize these tiny automobiles, scarcely larger than a child's toy and with wheels the size of a derby hat, as fur' nishing active competition to polo with it's colorful display of fine horses and finer horsemen, but the situation seems destined to be realized. Equine experts marvelled at the sudden popular' ity of polo two or three years ago, not understanding the ordi' nary man'in'the'Street's love for the spectacular. In polo the average spectator found a fast, exciting game that was easily understood, and went for it hook, line and sinker. Until midget auto racing, with its thrills, spills, and hairbreadth escapes came on the scene, polo held undisputed sway, but now — well, attendance figures speak more clearly than words. This win' ter the Saturday night polo matches are poorly attended, even when stars like Herbert Lorber of the Ramblers, or William Fergus of Cleveland, play. Large areas of vacant seats shine out like the patches on Huckleberry Finn's trousers, but on Sunday night, when the little cars race — that's another story. The crowd comes early, for the qualifying heats begin at 7:30, and stays until the last race is run, avidly extracting the very last drop of excitement. But will it last? Will this new sport still attract the crowds after the novelty has worn off? These unanswerable questions are being asked in every bar and club where the sporting fra' ternity gather, furnishing excellent debating material, but little else. "Just a flash in the pan," "Another Pee Wee Golf Busi ness," and similar remarks are heard on every side, but men made fortunes on Midget Golf, and our parents can remember when Henry Ford started fooling with a new fangled idea too. Time alone will tell whether this baby racing business is here to stay — so stick around — and look them over. 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RELYEA STUDIOS 308 N. Michigan Ave. experiencing the popularity of former days. There is something so utterly different to American life in the processionals, reli' gious display, and colorful bull'fight performance, that Seville is unforgetable after a visit at this time of year. In June and July a most popular way of reaching Europe will be via the North Cape Cruise route. A number of ships are scheduled for the journey calling at Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Estonia, Finland, Denmark, Russia, or other countries bordering the Baltic and North Seas, and offer the option of traveling through Europe before sailing home from Cherbourg or Southampton. The development of these cruises in past years has been constant, as they make it possible to visit sev eral countries ordinarily outside the orbit of the average traveler without missing any luxuries of shipboard life. The Scandi' navian countries and Russia are high in favor with those look' ing for the unusual and unspoiled in travel, which adds to the appeal of the special sailings to the "Cape." Incidentally, one considering a trip of this kind should make his reservations soon, as all accommodations are invariably sold long before the departure date. Mediterranean Cruises have always been well received at all seasons of the year. In the winter time, a complete itinerary calling at all major ports of historic and modern interest from Gibraltar to Sues is the rule, especially since the warmth of Egypt and Palestine is a desirable factor. In the summer months, the cruises frequently omit the eastern part of the Mediterranean, proceeding only as far as Italy in order to avoid temperatures sometimes considered slightly high for complete comfort after the first of June. In the past few years, a new type "Med Cruise" has made its appearance and proven very successful. Combining the attractive features of both the Mediterranean and the North Cape, several ships are sailing about July first this year via the southern route as far east as Italy, making the customary calls at Madiera, North Africa, the Riviera, the Balearic Islands, Gibraltar and Spain, and continuing on to the North Cape and North Sea ports in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and Scotland. The cruise proper ends, for those who wish a stop-over in Europe, at the Channel ports. Should one stay on the ship returning directly to New York, the entire trip would require approximately fifty days and the distance covered would be in the neighborhood of fifteen thousand miles. A renaissance of European travel is definitely in the offing. One may go inexpensively at a cost that is unexpectedly rea sonable, or luxuriously aboard the latest in superliners as he will. A variety of special cruises tempts those preferring the pleasures and comfort of shipboard ease, or a speedy crossing on one of the many new fast ships may more suitably fill the bill. Prog ress has been made in the steamship field comparable to that of the streamlined trains and the equipment in the trans- Atlantic run this year will be faster, larger, more luxurious, and most important of all, more safe, than ever before. What more do you want as an incentive to do something you've been wanting to do for years? Music and Lights Coming Down the Winter Stretch By Donald Plant WITH the end of the winter season pretty well in sight, the Town's supper rooms and night clubs are still toss ing stars right and left at their nocturnal guests, and planning spring doings the while. In the Empire Room of the Palmer House the Abbott Inter national Dancers, in the Winter Revue with a trio of sensa tional new numbers, are nearing the two-year mark. So far the Abbott Dancers have done some sixty-nine different routines since the Empire Room opened. They have worn more than one hundred different costumes and twice that number in pairs of dancing shoes. Thirty-one girls have worked in the line dur ing that time (because six of the original dancers went to Florida STILL in the spotlight of Public Favor For good Food and Liquid Refreshment there is only one SALLY'S 4650 Sheridan Road OUR COCKTAIL LOUNGE is utterly different and delightful Ontario St. at N. Wabash CUISINE FRANCAISE L'Aiglon with its cultural European atmosphere and in ternationally famous cuisine offers you over 600 varieties of rare wines and beverages. The popular AMERICAN BAR is manned by bartend' ers who Know How. Dance to ihe music of Jack Page's Dance Band Special Entertainment by Audrey Call — Violinist Bill Olufs and Dan Devitts OPEN STOCK • in new designs of merit chosen to give lasting satis faction. Nothing extreme or "faddy" which might be come tiresome, is included. Watson & Boaler INCORPORATED 722 North Michigan Avenue CHICAGO EAT AT WAGTAYLES THE FOOD IS VERY GOOD THEy ARE OPEN ALL THI 40 The Chicagoa*1 HAIR needs a Picker-Upper after the Winter. Steam-heated rooms .... flu and colds leave your hair limp and wispy. Lei show you how to bring back the beautiful high lights of health .... how to recondition your hair to take a perfect permanent. Complete list of picker-uppers for your hair can be found at All leading department and better drug stores Kiddies' Brushing Bar at Mandel's Beauty Salon HOSEN FAVORITE of KINGS and CONNOISSEURS SINCE 1835 tS Iroudly pur- 'eyed in royal courts af Europe, and :Hosen favorite of ailthe King's men." *-ora is a bit dryer, lrifle stronger. Two "yles— Cora Italian 'errnourh, made in 'taly. Cora French dry) Vermouth, "tode in France. 'the Cora Continental— Use highball glass— 'ipser Italian, 1 jigger French, twist of lemon !?l dropped in slass, lump of ice, dash of seltzer. Distributors: McKESSON & ROBBINS Incorporated New York, N. Y. for an engagement last winter and another half dozen spent six months in Europe last summer). Only one of the girls, La Norma Bourgeois, has been constantly in the troupe since they opened in the Palmer House dine and dance room. The Winter Revue is headed by Jay Seiler, a gentleman who brings something new to the entertainment world by dancing on skis; the Condos Brothers, tap dancers; Stuart and Lea, a modernistic ballroom dance couple; and Stanley Morner, the popular tenor who has returned to the Empire Room after an absence of nearly a year. Ted Weems and his fine orchestra continue to play for the diners and dancers. The Empire Four, a new quartette of rhythm-makers which replaced the Four Cali' fornians, assist in the evening's program of dancing. Ethel (Shutta) and George Olsen and organization have left College Inn, but they'll probably be back next fall — we hope. They had a grand farewell dinner for the muggs of the press (the Charlie Dawns of the night side and the Yank Taylors of the radio world) and everyone was sorry they had to leave (we are being grammatical — we mean sorry the Olsens had to leave) . Charlie Agnew and his stage and radio band and a new floor show followed the Olsens and now Art Jarrett and his orchestra are in the Inn bandshell. Maestro Jarrett's wife, swimming and lovely Eleanor Holm, is making her debut as a singer of popular songs, appearing regularly with the floor show that Jarrett introduces. As you probably know, Al Trahan, the "American Pade- roughski," heads the show at Chez Paree. With him are Nick Long, Jr., of musical comedy fame and Lady Yukona Cameron; and of course there are the Chez Paree Adorables, Gus Am- heim and his orchestra, with Nino Rinaldo and his band are filler'inners. Over in the Continental Room at the Stevens the glamorous Lina Basquette of the stage and screen headlines the revue with her dancing. Miss Basquette began her career at a church bazaar and at the age of five she repre- sented the Victrola Company in its display at the San Francisco World's Fair in 1915. Then dancing and the movies around which, with the stage tossed in, her life has revolved ever since. Supporting Miss Basquette is Russell Swann, "The Magic Man," who presides as master of ceremonies and amazes the audience with his tricks of magic. Swann, thirty years old and a college graduate, is a magician by circumstance. He was a Wall Street broker — until 1929. Then he turned to his life' time robby — magic. He performs many stunts, most of them exceedingly novel. Keith Beecher and his orchestra, now firmly established as Continental Room music makers, are on the bandstand. In the Walnut Room of the Bismarck Hotel Leonard Keller, the Tone Poet, and George Nelidoff, the artist-producer, have combined their talents to present The Car- nival of Gypsies, an attractive revue with colorful singers and dancers. Both Keller and Nelidoff are well-known to Chi- cagoans through their appearances around town and on the air. Under the combined directorship of these two, an ensemble of talented players arranged as soloists in a chorus present songs and dances of a decided Continental flavor. The initial offer ing include airs and steps from the land of the Cossacks in true Gypsy manner; following this, entertainment from the south countries will be arranged. It is, by the way, a return engagement for the Tone Poet to the dining room of the Eitel-operated hostelry. At presstime: Bobby McLean, world famous ice skater, is showing his blades to the guests of the Marine Lounge in the Brevoort where Charlie Straight and his orchestra play. Jimmy Bell and his Tampa Tunesters are still playing in the tropical Florida Room at the St. Clair Hotel. Kay Kyser and his orchestra are back in the bandshell of the Blackhawk. The Flagship is the town's newest cafe, up on east Oak Street; with nautical atmosphere, Ted Guy's orchestra and entertainment. The French Casino, just closed after Hello, Paris had been packing them in, will reopen about early May. Distinctive CANOPIES Fine canopy work demands excellence in both materials and workmanship. Even more insistently, it calls for cor rectness of design — for sound artistic sense in planning and execution. The experience and reputa tion of Carpenter in fine canvas work is your best as surance of complete satis faction. Rental canopies avail able for weddings and special occasions. Ask for folder on "Fine Canopies." 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DOLLHR stehihship imes mid nmERicnn mnn mie cJhe Lshtcagoan invites ijou — To enjoy with it the sparkling features which will be contained in the pages of its Spring and early Summer issues. The first robin seems to have a special inspiration for writers. Their output sparkles and bubbles as at no other time of the year. Photographers and artists respond to the same virus. Advertising — which in a magazine such as The Chicagoan is of a superior nature which vies with the text for attention — beckons one to a fairyland of stores and shops filled with Spring finery and its accoutrements. Railroads, ships and resorts invite one to travel and romance. Now is the time to assure early and prompt receipt of all of these De Luxe issues. Now is the time to use The Chicagoan as the ideal gift to appre ciative friends. The form makes it easy to act. Just clip, fill in and mail. SUBSCRIPTION BLANK ONE YEAR, $2.00. TWO YEARS, $3.50. THREE YEARS, $5.00 CHICAGOAN Publishes Company 407 So. 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