oril, 1935 ^^± Price 25 Cents tnC CWCAGOAN The Red Menace in Chicago — By Milton S. Mayer Scene: A Relief Station — By Jack McDonald Easter at Ruth s — By B. Mason Tellis QUESTION: Will service costs be low on the new $980 Packard? ANSWER* Yes, and you can prove it before you buy the car. Its service costs will not be higher than service costs on other cars in its price field. This is a definite Packard policy. And you can verify it by making a direct com parison of costs on other cars in the Packard 120 price range. Actually, such a comparison shows that Packard's service costs are frequently lower than those of other cars. The charts at the left show such a com parison for three of the leading cars at or near the price of the Packard 120. These figures are an average of all common repair operations, and an average of all most com monly used parts. No comparison of figures, however, will give you the chief reasons why the Packard 120 is an economical car to operate. The way Packard builds this car, the long experience in fine-car manufacture that is back of it, the better materials that are in it, and the newest, most precise manufacturing methods in the industry, have combined to reduce service needs far below anything you have ever experienced. Packard has spent millions of dollars to make the new Packard 120 a car you can afford to purchase — and a car you can afford to operate. ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE PACKARD 120 '980*1095 List prices at factory— standard accessory group extra THE STAGE IS SET FOR SPRING I N THE CUSTOM APPAREL SALON The breathless excitement of a Grande Couture Opening is in the air this month in the Custom Apparel Salon. For the Spring collection is one of the most note worthy in the history of the Salon. It consists of three types of models . . . originals from the great houses of Paris, copies of these originals, and new creations by our own designers. Each afternoon a parade of mannequins presents this new col lection to Chicago. Private showing appointments may also be made. Fifth Floor. continuous showings 2 p m to 4:30 MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY April, 1935 3 CONTENTS for Ciprtl CODE Page I BATTER UP, by Robert Sinnott 4 CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT 9 EDITORIAL COMMENT 10 CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT, by Merrick 1 1 CHICAGOANA 13 HUMOR, by Don Brockell 14 SPRING, by Sandor 15 THE RED MENACE IN CHICAGO, by Milton S. Mayer 17 AT THE SYMPHONY, by Whitfield D. Hillyer 18 EASTER AT RUTH'S, by B. Mason Tellis 19 PLANE PEOPLE, by Jane Meyer 20 THE CINEMA, by William R. Weaver 21 SCENE: A RELIEF STATION, by Jack McDonald 22 THE BACH ANNIVERSARY 23 MUSIC, by Karleton Hackett 24 THE STAGE, by William C. Boyden 25 JANE COWL 26 EASTER IN CHICAGO, by Lucy Fox 28 TRAVEL, by Carl J. Ross 31 INTERIOR DECORATING, by Kathryn E. Ritchie 32 SPORTS, by Kenneth D. Fry 33 ART IS NOT TOO LONG, by N. P. Steinber3 36 CONTRACT BRIDGE, by E. M. LaSron 58 THEN AND NOW, by Mary Bidwell 44 BOOKS, by Marjorie Kaye 46 MUSIC AND LIGHTS, by Donald C. Plant THE CHICAGOAN— William R. Weaver. Editor; E. S. Clipford, 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. 8, April, 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 (Curtain 8:30 and 2:30 p. m., matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays unless otherwise indicated.) Musical LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40— Grand Opera House, I 19 N. Clark. Central 8240. Successful revue with Bert Lahr and others. Opens April 20. Drama SHOWBOAT DIXIANA— North Branch, Chicago River, at Diverse/ Park way. "Her First False Step" is now playing. THE FIRST LEGION— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. All male cast in a play about the Jesuits with Bert Lytell, Whitford Kane, Charles Coburn and others. Fourth American Theatre Society play. THREE MEN ON A HORSE— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. John Cecil Holm-George Abbott comedy about horse race handicapping with plenty of laughs. RAIN FROM HEAVEN— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2561. S. N. Behr- man's drama with Jane Cowl and John Halliday. Fifth American Theatre Society play. HOLLYWOOD HOLIDAY— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Light and, we go on record, funny comedy with Bebe Daniels, Ben Lyon and Skeets Gallagher — who have been in pictures. Yes. Opens April 21. 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 May 6. CINEMA RUGGLES OF RED GAP— Charles Laughton and a terrific cast in the picture of the month. (Don't miss it.) RUMBA — George Raft and Carole Lombard in the flop of the month. (Don't risk it.) ROBERTA — Fred Astaire, Irene Dunne and Ginger Rogers at tops. (It's an obligation.) THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL— Leslie Howard in a rather too splendid pic ture for general entertainment purposes. (By all means.) SOCIETY DOCTOR— Chester Morris in the worst of the hospital films. (Did I ever tell you about my operation?) THE LITTLE COLONEL— Shirley Temple, Bill Robinson and Lionel Barry- more in the little lady's greatest picture. (Of course.) MILLS OF THE GODS— May Robson, Victor Jory and Fay Wray in a labor-capital struggle to no decision. (Read Walter Lippmann's column instead.) GOLD DIGGERS OF 1935— Dick Powell and company in another swell musical. (Look and listen.) THE BAND PLAYS ON — Robert Young and three other guys try to remind you of Notre Dame's Four Horsemen but don't. (Skip it.| LIFE BEGINS AT FORTY— Will Rogers in a natural. (Surely.) AFTER OFFICE HOURS— Constance Bennett and Clark Gable dress up, go places, do things. (Might as well go along.) UNDER PRESSURE— Victor McLaglen and Edmund Lowe build a tunnel under the East River and don't fight about gals. (For a change.) ONE MORE SPRING — Janet Gaynor and Warner Baxter beat the depres sion. (If whimsy's got you.) GIGOLETTE — Adrienne Ames and Ralph Bellamy in a credible and soundly interesting night club story. (Yes.) BOOKS BEACH FIRES — Dolly Stearns Harman: A short and snappy story about a hard guy who turns soft. (Christopher.) BLESSED IS THE MAN — Louis Zara: A masterly, memorable account of the life of a Russian Jew arriving in Chicago in the 90's. (Bobbs- Merrill.) BRIGHT MEXICO— Larry Barretto: Professedly not a guide book to Mexico but actually the best ever. (Farrar & Rinehart.) CANADA, AN AMERICAN NATION— John W. Dafoe: A Canadian edi tor gives a new picture of our neighbor to the North. (Columbia.) CAPITALISM CARRIES ON— Walter B. Pitkin: Hold everything— an op timist still lives in the writing world. (Whittlesey House.) THE CASE FOR MANCHUOKUO— George Bronson Rea: A weighty and presumably correct statement of it. (Appleton-Century.) CONCERNING BEAUTY— Frank Jewett Mather, Jr.: For the shelf of the aesthete, usefully. (Princeton.) DARK CANYON— W. L. River and Frank Wead. A man's fight against labor trouble on a dam project, and an author's struggle against bad proofreading. (Stokes.) DARK DAME— Wilson Collison: A swift yarn about a girl hobo and the neat trick of getting by. (Kendall & Sharp.) ELIZABETH, EMPRESS OF AUSTRIA— Maureen Fleming: Scholarship and true artistic taste combine to produce a superb historical novel. (Ken dall & Sharp.) EXPERIMENTS IN CREDIT CONTROL— Caroline Whitney: All about the banking structure and things like that. (Columbia.) FIVE SILVER BUDDHAS— Harry Stephan Keller: A fleet mystery yarn un ravelled by a fleeter reporter. (Dutton.) ANN U N I N G new FABRIC A new SHEET A new what is this new finer, stronger Wamsutta Sheet and -j ^ why: Slipercale is a new and finer fabric . . . recently developed by Wamsutta . . . which has now been made up into the most beautiful, long-wearing sheets and pillow cases that these world-famous mills have ever produced. For nearly ninety years sheets made by Wamsutta have set three standards: (l) for Fineness with lasting strength, (2) for Smooth ness that becomes even smoother with laundering, (3) for Beauty of workmanship and finish. Wamsutta Percale has been called The Finest of Cottons for generations — Wamsutta Supercede is even finer. Wamsutta Percale established amazing records for strength. In every test we have made so far Supercale is even stronger. Wamsutta Percale always laun dered beautifully. Supercale should launder even better. But to appreciate its beauty of workmanship and finish you must examine the sheets themselves. Ask to see Wamsutta Supercale in its lovely new boxes and with this new label . . . And please re member this, too. If you simply ask for percale you may be sold almost any kind of sheets, some good, some bad, mostly indiffer ent. If you insist on Supercale you will get the best, for there is still Only One Wamsutta. § WAMSUTTA MILLS Founded 1 846 NEW BEDFORD, MASS. April, 1935 5 A A perky bow of self-leather, plus a handsome metal clasp — perfect this supple calfskin model. The accessory for "dressmaker" costumes. Also in taffeta. Price $13.50. D Calfskin in a new guise -• •»! itched to quilted softness with Lastex thjrt£ul. A sturdy Bag, to accompany your woolens through the season. Price $48.50. C ing y Taffeta, quilted for smartness, with slide buckle clos- Has inlaid background for your initials. In Navy, Brown or Black. Price $10.50. ¦1 "Long Barrel Bag," tailored English Calfskin, with Talon fastening completed with monogram plaque. Navy, Brown, Black, and the very new Russet. Price $8.50. Initials additional. E Wafer-thin metal frame on fine bright Pin Seal Leather. Many-compart in^nted— a perfect model for travel and daily service. Price $f5.00. W Town and Country tailored smartness in a modified English jift Bag. A swagger model, developed in Red, Green, Jfavy, Brown, Black and White grained calfskin. Price #3.50. ¦RET ORIGINAL 6 The ChicagoaK BY MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY A selected showing of distinctive Koret originals, chosen by Marshall Field & Company for their exceptionally beautiful quality, their interesting diversity of smart de signs and handsome fabrics and leathers, to interpret the Easter mode. You Avill find among the many smart hand bags in this collection, models to complement correctly in color, type and spirit, your ensemble. • The impeccable tailoring, the fine detail, the restrained trimming, that are the especial genius of Koret, are developed to a high degree in each of these Presentations for Spring, 1935. 7 FUGITIVE — Louise Redfield Peattie: A beautiful woman seeks death and finds life, ensagingly. (Bobbs-Merrill.) GOLDEN LEGEND — Isabella Holt: A billion dollar baby who has every thing but a mother's love gets along all right without it. (Bobbs- Merrill.) GOOD OLD YESTERDAY — Charles Hanson Towne: A grand book about New York in the good old days, quite possibly the book to buy this month if you buy but one and for permanency. (Appleton-Century.) HARUM SCARUM — Sarah Bowes-Lytton: The fourteen-year-old writer of "Horsemanship As It Is Today" turns out another as charming. (Dutton.) THE HILLIKIN— Rollo Walter Brown: An Ohio hillsman wars with the world and finds, of course, an inner peace. (Coward McCann.) INFLATION AHEAD— W. M. Kiplinger and Frederick Shelton: A couple of prophets with their fingers crossed tell all and nothing about every thing. (Simon & Schuster.) IT'S YOUR MONEY— Barnet Hodes: Well, he ought to know. (Reilly & Lee.) JOHN JENKIN, PUBLIC ENEMY— Bruce Green: A Britisher's idea of a gangster novel and would Capone laugh. (Lippincott.) JOHN LILLIBUD— F. G. Hurrell: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde as it might have been written today. (Kendall-Sharp.) LOOSE AMONG DEVILS — Gordon Sinclair: A Canadian reporter covers the dark continent and so should you. (Farrar & Rinehart.) LOST ON VENUS— Edgar Rice Burroughs: Well, he's still at it. (Burroughs.) LOVE POEMS — Irene Browne: A frontispiece by Sandor, a foreword by Bulliet, verses by a model by ear and with point. (Black Cat.) THE MAN ON THE BARGE— Max Miller: He's still covering the water • front and it's still interesting. (Dutton.) THE MASTER ROGUE — Charles Somerville: The story of a master crook, Lord Jim Manes, in America and elsewhere; a corker. (Lippincott.) MEN NEVER KNOW— Vicki Baum: "Nothing ever happens." (Double- day, Doran.) A MINUTE A DAY— Dr. L. L. Castetter: A page a day (there are 365) keeps blue devils away. (Finch & McCullough.) MUSHROOM HEAVEN— John Wilmot Wiley: Easy to read and easy to forget, so what. (Appleton-Century.) ONE BREATH — Patrick Carleton: A money-back guarantee goes with this one; you can't lose. (Dutton.) PANIC — Archibald MacLeish: Probably it plays better than it reads. ( Houghton-Mifflin.) THE POPULAR PRACTICE OF FRAUD— T. Swann Harding: Exposing a thousand daily gyps that man is prey to unknowingly. (Longmans.) REBELLIOUS FRASERS — Miriam M. H. Thrall: Interesting research among the smart magazines of the I830's. (Columbia.) RED STEFAN — Patricia Wentworth: Another Russian escape, but a ro mantic evening's reading. (Lippincott.) THE REIGN OF SOAPY SMITH— William Ross Collier and Edwin West- rate: A swaggering, swashbuckling tale of the old West and a man who was a man in it until they got him. (Doubleday, Doran.) ROMANY — Eleanor Smith: A Gypsy tale that would make Dolores Del Rio a nice film. (Smith.) SELECTED SHORT STORIES— Hjalamar Soderberg: Twenty-one of them. translated from the Swedish by Charles Wharton Stork, and of as many kinds. (Princeton.) SWIFT, SUAVE, MODERN AS THE PUBLICATION IT NAMES, "THE CHICAGOAN" IS A LATEST TYPE DOUGLAS TRANSPORT PUT INTO SERVICE BETWEEN NEW YORK AND CHICAGO BY THE AMERICAN AIRLINES. RUTH DELMORE, JOHN PRIER, LEONARD KRAMER AND JAMES O'MALLEY WERE AMONG THE FIRST TO INSPECT THE LINER'S SMART APPOINTMENTS SEVEN POOR MEN OF SYDNEY— Christina Stead: If you are interested in other people's misery this is a rare treat. (Appleton-Century.) A TEXTBOOK OF PSYCHOLOGY— Ernest Burton Skaggs, M. S., Ph. D.: A temperate and excellently organized volume for the beginner. (Christopher.) THAT FELLOW PERCIVAL— Anne Green: The usual gay and witty Ameri cans in Paris do some unusual things. (Dutton.) THIS WAS IVOR TRENT— Claude Houghton: A fit successor to "Julian Grant Loses His Way." (Doubleday, Doran.) THE TOLL HOUSE MURDER— Anthony Wynne: A murder thriller of es pecially graphic realism. (Dutton.) TURKEY IN THE STRAW— McKinlay Kantor: A collection of American ballads and primitive verse and, if you go for such, not bad. (Coward McCann.) TWO ON SAFARI — George Agnew Chamberlain: A human death hunt through Africa, adventurously conducted and surprisingly ended. (Bobbs- Merrill.) WHAT MANNER OF LOVE— Rita Weiman: Proving that a playwright can write a novel good to the final curtain. (Longmans.) WHO READS WHAT?— Charles H. Compton: The president of the American Library Association gives some amazing answers. (Wilson.) WOMAN IN LOVE— Kathleen Norris: Her fiftieth book in twenty-four years; get it. (Doubleday, Doran.) SPORTS Training Season Baseball APRIL I, 2 — Cubs vs. Los Angeles at Santa Monica. APRIL I— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at San Antonio. APRIL 2, 3— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Galveston. APRIL 4 — White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Houston. APRIL 5, 6— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Fort Worth. APRIL 6, 7— Cubs vs. Washington at Wrigley Field. APRIL 7— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Dallas. APRIL 8 — Cubs vs. New York Yankees at Chattanooga; White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Tulsa. APRIL 9— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Oklahoma City. APRIL 9, 10 — Cubs vs. Chattanooga at Chattanooga. APRIL 10, II— White Sox vs. Pittsburgh at Little Rock. APRIL 12, 14— Cubs vs. White Sox at Wrigley Field. APRIL 13— Cubs vs. White Sox at Comiskey Park. Big Ten Track APRIL 13 — Michigan at University of California. APRIL 20 — Kansas relays. APRIL 26, 27— Drake relays. Racing APRIL 2— Bowie. APRIL 15— Havre de Grace. APRIL 20— Jamaica. Boxing APRIL 9 — Barney Ross vs. Henry "Kid" Woods, at Seattle, Junior Welter weight championship. MAJOR LEAGUE BASEBALL National League APRIL 16, 17, 18— Cubs vs. St. Louis Cardinals at Wrigley Field. APRIL 19, 20, 21— Cubs vs. Cincinnati Reds at Wrigley Field. APRIL 29, 30, MAY I— Cubs vs. Pittsburgh Pirates at Wrigley Field. American League APRIL 23, 24, 25— White Sox vs. Detroit Tigers at Comiskey Park. APRIL 26, 27, 28— White Sox vs. St. Louis Browns at Comiskey Park. TABLES Dusk Till Dawn EMPIRE ROOM— Palmer House. Randolph 7500. The new Springtime Revue includes Raphael and his concertina, Peggy Taylor & Co., 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 by George Nelidoff and his troupe. CHEZ PAREE— Fairbanks Court at Ontario. Delaware 1655. A grand show with a lot of talent, including the Adorables. Enric Madriguera and his orchestra, and Eddie Garr. 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 room with Keith Beecher and his orchestra and a revue headed by Wes Adams and Lisa and Lucille Long. JOSEPH URBAN ROOM— Congress Hotel. Harrison 3800. Josef Cher- niavsky directs the orchestra. Saturdays and Sundays only. GOLD COAST ROOM— The Drake. Superior 2200. The Gold Coast Room Orchestra plays for dancing. Dorothy Page sings. 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. F anklin 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 Tunesters play. (Continued on page 48) (bditonal BY the time the next number of this erudite periodical shall have made its way to the better newsstands and mailboxes of the Town the matching of thoroughbred against thoroughbred in trials of speed and stamina shall have become again a major daily interest. In other words, the ponies shall have started running hereabouts, and for six more or less swift months the handicapper and tipster will jostle the Washington correspondents for spot posi tions on the front pages of the afternoon papers, race re sults will be printed in bigger type than market reports and back pages will display innumerable photographs, all exactly alike, showing the finish of the fifth at this, that or the other track. Time was when this annual renewal of interest in the improvement of the breed, this earnest devotion to the per petuation of that which is good and the abatement of that which is not good in the equine strain, engaged the atten tion of the few, the solvent few, who, in those days, were supposed to be especially equipped by heritage and bent to discharge the obligation. That is changed. Nowadays the encouragement of the blooded horse is everybody's busi ness. Not only do the bellhops of the principal hotels, the manicurists, barbers and porters of the second, third and fourth rate places wager their daily honorariums on the outcome of the day's trials, but no less resolutely do the wives, mothers, even grandmothers, of the substantial and insubstantial citizenry stake their household reserves. Maybe all this is for the best. Maybe it isn't. Certainly it is no longer necessary to worry about the once threatened extinction of the horse, at any rate. This year will witness the projection of that swank at mosphere which has been, until now, the exclusive prop erty of Arlington Park. The men who made that racing plant world famous for rich stakes and fine programs have identified themselves with Washington Park and can be depended upon to endow this venerable institution with like enticements. Nobody but the bookies can feel very badly about that, and bookies never feel badly about any thing — they just don't feel. The plain people, the two- dollar bettors on whose ready pocketbooks the thorough bred is so directly dependent for his oats and his future, will be on hand in greater numbers than ever before when the bugle blows. THERE appears to be a considerable amount of dissen sion among the people who believe that the lakefront should and should not be devoted to the purposes of a per manent Chicago fair. The gentlemen to the left and the gentlemen to the right are talking about different things. On the one side stand protagonists of the theory that all God's chillun would like to go swimming this summer off 23rd Street and have an inalienable right to do so. On the other side stand as many stalwarts who think that A Cen tury of Progress was a splendid idea nobly executed and IftyffflMtffffS JOHN A. HOLABIRD AND JOHN W. ROOT ARE THE ALTOGETHER CHARMING AND PERENNIALLY TIMELY SUBJECTS OF SANDOR'S ESCUTCHEON FOR THE MONTH. LEFT TO RIGHT, OF COURSE. who would like to see it carried on even unto the seventh generation. The Chicagoan has sold out to nobody, beats no man's drum, fronts for no faction. It sold out to Chicago on the day it went to press with its first issue. Today it goes to press with the first issue of its ninth year. It maintains today, as it did in the beginning, that Chicago is bigger than any part thereof and that, people and politics not withstanding, it will take very good care of itself in the coming and subsequent years as it has in the past. It be lieves that Chicago will have a permanent fair. The loca tion may be one or another, and the management may be recruited from this source or that one, but the fair will materialize, soon or late, for the simple reason that it is a logical outgrowth of what has gone before. WE are as unsympathetic as everyone is toward any and all proposals involving the lengthening of the municipal payroll, but we'd vote all day for the allotment of an attractive salary to a genuinely competent Master of Ceremonies. We're not joking. We refer you to the printed accounts of each and every affair in which Chicago is represented as saying something or doing something. We refer you to the quoted remarks of the after-dinner speakers, the officials interviewed in their sanctums, and to the pictures of public proceedings of any and all kinds. Showmanship is not in them. The speeches phrase im portant facts lamely. Public functions are staged like amateur theatricals. The great show that is, has been and always will be Chicago cries aloud for adequate direction, mounting, lighting — the simple essentials of professional presentation. Actors there are in plenty. Plot is present in abundance. Action is swifter than cinema, louder than radio, but jerky, scrambled, all too often dull. A civil service Belasco, DeMille, even a Vallee, would be worth his weight in the municipal bonds that wrou!d sell so much more readily because of his ministrations. AS SHADOWS DEEPEN AND THE TINKLE OF ICE IN GLASS IS HEARD IN THE LAND, THEY COME OUT OF NOWHERE, THESE MAD MODERN MINSTRELS, TO REND THE NIGHT AND MAKE IT MERRY WITH THEIR PRIMITIVE RHYTHMS GRADUATES OF THREE-A-DAY BUR LESQUE. IN THE MONEY NOW, THE AGILE DUO ON YOUR LEFT NIMBLY NSTRUCT RINGSIDE AUDIENCES IN AN ART TERPSICHORE SKIPPED JACK AND BETTY ARE HOOFERS WHO KNOW AMBITION. THE VANITIES LURE THEM. IF GUSTO AND A WHOLESOME DISDAIN OF THE LIMITS OF HUMAN ENDURANCE ARE PASS PORTS, THEIR NAMES ARE AS GOOD AS IN LIGHTS WITH ZOLA AND ADRIAN. ART IS EVERY THING, OR SO THEY TELL EACH OTHER BE TWEEN CONTRACTS AND WOULD HAVE YOU BELIEVE AT ALL TIMES, AND WHO SO GROSS AS TO INSINUATE THAT THERE HAPPENS TO BE MONEY IN IT AND THERE'S ALWAYS THE CHORUS, STOUT-HEARTED ALL, EACH SERENE IN THE TRADITION THAT A DAY WILL COME WHEN A KNOWING PRODUCER WILL SEE HER LOVELY FACE AND FIND THEREIN THE STUFF OF WHICH STARDOM IS SPUN children of the ntght 10 The Chicagoan CI IT" 1 1 I TV "Village Hotel," a I vJ I I L I I I water color from the brush of Mrs. Eugene Fuhrer, Chicago art ist, hangs in the Art Institute water color show and thereby, also, hangs a tale. Mrs. Fuhrer's father, with characteristic parental pride, has watched her work de- velop for years, fondly hoping for the day when one of her paintings would find a place in a prominent exhibition. There were the customary years of fruitless effort, but the father's encouragement never waned. And now, "Village Hotel," whose sub' ject is the Lake View hotel at St. Joseph, Michigan, is Mrs. Fuhrer 's first exhibited work. But is her father rejoicing? He is not. You see, there are two prominent hotels in St. Joe — the Lake View, which Mrs. Fuhrer painted, and the fashionable Whitcomb, directly across the street. Her father owns the Whitcomb. are- more tender, the bigger ones sell better, which is just another example of how the public knows what it wants without know ing why. Four trucks supply the city with two thousand pairs of legs a day, culled from frog ponds "from Maine to California,, and from Hudson Bay to the equator. The frogs must be caught wild, since there is no profit in cultivating them, in spite of advertisements in magazines hint' ing at fortunes to be made in breeding frogs. Unscrupulous persons sell frogs for breeding purposes at five dollars each, but the offspring must be fed until they reach sufficient size. The junior Neuenfeldt says that, since the breeder must go out and catch crawfish, minnows and insects in abundance to feed one frog, it's easier to catch the frog in the first place, which im presses us as good logic, besides being the opinion of an expert. The name of the Neuenfeldt firm, which is located now at 625 West Randolph street, will stagger you with its simplicity. It's "Frog Legs." SLUGS HOLES At the present writing, the authorities are grave' ly concerned with the removal of thirty- some manhole covers. We can't see why thirty or forty more yawning holes in our streets should make much difference. GUEST FROGS Meet Emil and Robert Neuenfeldt, father and son respectively, and Chicago's only frog legs specialists. The senior Neuenfeldt founded the business of supplying Chicago palates with meaty frog legs thirty-five years ago on old South Water street and the son was born in the business. They haven't done anything else since and no other firm has succeeded in the sale of frog legs ex clusively. And the business isn't all frog legs and no play, either, Emil, the younger, tells us. His father is in California now, after a trip to Florida, all in the interests of finding new habitats of the Amphibia Anura, which is the scientist's esperanto for our word frog. The legs are marketed in pairs called sad dles that have a spread of from five inches to twenty. The largest ones weigh a quar ter of a pound and the smallest ones require five saddles to make an ounce. Retail prices range from fifteen cents a dozen pairs of legs to $2.50 a dozen, depending upon size. Although the smaller ones taste better and A desk clerk at the Drake tells this one. An elderly lady had come to him daily asking for stationery, which he gave her. She was always dressed for the street and he never saw her at any time except when she wanted hotel letterheads and envelopes. At the fifth request his suspicions reached a climax and he asked, "I beg your pardon, Madam, but are you a guest here?" "I certainly am not," she said indig nantly, "I pay seven dollars a day." p I k I (~* It seems that a song writer Ix I I N v_3 has just become engaged to marry a publisher's daughter — and you can check up if you know what song writer has just become engaged to what publisher's daughter. She helped him select the ring and the writer of songs suggested that it be engraved more appropriately and expres sively than with just their initials and the date. The coy daughter of the publisher agreed and suggested, "You might have it say, 'All Rights Reserved.' " (~ A r\ We've just learned of a catas- UiW-J trophe that happened at a party given in a South Shore home recently. One of the guests playfully gave the baby a bottle of Mumm's Extra Dry champagne to fondle and it fell out of the cradle and broke its neck. Over at 519 West Mad ison street you can buy slugs for unadvertised purposes at ten and fifteen cents a dozen. They come in sizes stamped merely 1, 5, 10 and 25, but, inno cent as we are, we can tell that they're in tended to be used for pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters. A card accompanying their display in the window says that they are non-magnetic. United States coins are too, of course, and slot machines are equipped with magnetic coils that stop the machines from functioning when a ferrus metal slug is inserted in them. Thus the information that they are non-magnetic is very important, and revealing. But if you're not interested in free gum, cigarettes and candy or in beating the gambling machines, how would you like to impersonate an officer? The same window contains a large display of badges for forty- nine, seventy-nine and ninetyeight cents. Those of the plain star variety are the cheapest and will make you a private po' liceman, special policeman or deputy sheriff, depending upon your whim, or your needs. For seventy-nine cents you can get an elaborate nickel badge of the federal gov ernment variety — shaped like one, we mean, with a recessed spread eagle on top. This type of badge says the owner is a special officer, whatever that is, and the "special officer" can show his authority — or his ex travagance — with a gold finished badge for ninetyeight cents. There are a number of steel jacketed car tridges in the window, too, and they come in almost all of the popular calibres. These are probably intended to be used as watch charms. PIPES You men who take your pipe smoking seriously probably know about the English Pipe and Cigar Shop on the southeast corner of Adams and Dearborn streets. It has been there con tinuously since 1891, and so has Mr. Rob inson, the proprietor. The shop is as much a curiosity as it is a tobacco store. In it, the faces of fifty pipe smoking men look down upon the cus tomers from a frieze along the wood-pan eled walls. Mr. Robinson carved them him self. And he has nine full length figures of men garbed in the native costumes of nine countries, each smoking a pipe typical of the country. There is one of an Irish man with a small clay pipe, an American Indian with his pipe of peace, and Italian, April, 1935 11 English, Russian, French, Scottish, Dutch and Arabic figures. These figures are three feet high and are also some of the artistry of Mr. Robinson, who can do wonders with a knife and a piece of walnut. The blocks of wood from which the figures were cut are themselves good examples of nature's art, being of rich color, fine hard texture and satin smooth ness. We don't want to give you the idea that Mr. Robinson is so worked up over his carving that he neglects his business — carv ing is part of his business and he has many hand-carved briar pipes of his own crafts manship to prove it. Some of these ex amples of carved pipes, especially those with ornate figures, look to us more like book- ends than pipes, but then maybe we just don't know pipes. But his carving is only byplay, anyway. Proprietor Robinson is an Englishman who knows all about pipes from how to fill them properly to making them quit drooling. He has a comprehensive stock, including a vast reserve supply in another part of the build ing. There are a score of different drain age systems for pipes and no matter what one you call for, he can supply it, whereas he may be out of the brand of cigar you smoke or unable to change ten dollars. He carries all the English brands and the Eng lish, you know, are as famous for enjoying good pipes as they are for knowing nothing at all about good coffee. We asked about the General Dawes un- derslung pipe and learned that it passed out along with the Republican party. The plans at the present time for reviving the popularity of the pipe are about as meagre as those for reviving the party. C C*\ I I P T ^n mtoxicated casual >— v-X v_/ l\ I appeared early one morning in Town Hall police court. The arresting officer made his complaint while the accused individual tottered sleepily be fore the bar. The judge asked what he had to say and the defendant managed to blurt out, "Whatever the p'leeshman shays, I didn' do it." And then, the effort hav ing been too great, the drunk slumped slowly to the floor and began to snore. The city prosecutor, who was something of a wag, said to the judge, "It looks as if the defense rests, your honor." C I— 1 1 K A P Q We went up to the L. 11 I /V\ L J NBC studios a short time ago on another matter and found some inside information about those chimes they use at the end of each program. They don't play them because they think the pub lic likes them, or even because they add a final touch to the program; they use them solely as a cue to the engineer in the control room. They signify that the broadcast is com pleted so that the engineer can switch it off at the proper instant and switch on an other one or go home or do whatever he has to do. Some programs end with music and others with the announcer's voice, so they use the chimes as a distinctive signal indicating the last instant of broadcast. Since they have to notify the engineer by making a sound of some kind, the chimes seem better than yelling at him or breaking an electric light bulb or even cracking the announcer over the head with a baseball bat, although there's an idea. The chimes play a certain tune that is undoubtedly familiar to you. If it isn t, we'll have to ask you to listen to it on a radio, as we can't warble it on the printed page, and the management of the building won't allow you to come to the office in droves just so we can hum it for you, much as we'd like to. Anyway, playing the chimes in the reg ular way indicates to some forty engineers who are off duty that all is well at the cen tral NBC control board. If, however, mat ters are messed up and the ten or so men on duty are having difficulty, the chimes are played in some other order and the off duty engineers 'phone in from wherever they happen to be listening to see if they are needed. It's something like the "call your station" used on the police radio, only it's even more valuable because it reaches men who are not even working. We always like to find out things like this that we never knew before, but what interested us most was the fact that the control room boys listen to the radio when they are on their own time and don't have to. But our surprise really isn't significant because we can't understand why anybody ever listens to the radio anyway, yet it seems that a lot of people do. Q f\ C I C C A primary teacher out on i V_/ O I L O the west side had been puzzled by the floral offerings she was re ceiving almost daily from her small students. Sometimes the flowers were wilted, some times fresh — but always very short stemmed. Knowing that the children's sense of prop erty was somewhat vague, she wondered, but kept her council. Then one day two of her little girls ar rived breathless, and one of them handed her a lovely pink rose, practically stemless as usual. Later in the day the other little girl came to her and apologized: "There was a swell funeral in the church around the corner this morning. I tried to bring you a flower, too, but Monica got to the casket first." COFFEE "Cigars — Cigarettes — Aspirin' Headway is being made in introducing Chicagoans to an entirely new kind of cof fee — of new origin and characteristics, not just a new brand. It's Costa Rican coffee, as distinguished from Brazilian, to which we are accustomed. That the effort is seri ous is indicated by the fact that the enter prise is headed by Victor Yglesias, who was the Costa Rican government's commissioner to the World's Fair, where they had a cof fee dispensing exhibit. The coffee is grown on high plateaus, in 12 The Chicagoan drier climate and under greater benefit from the sun. Volcanic ash in the soil is also considered an advantage in producing a richer bean. The coffee is full-flavored but mild. Senor Yglesias' enterprise is the Costa Rican Coffee House at 111 South Clark street and is, by the way, the only place in the Loop where you can also get real Mex ican and Spanish cooking. C D I A A E ^e ^ee^ aw^ u% sorry V^KI/V\L Chief William Freen for Freeman of the Evanston police. We were out there to see him (purely a personal call) and he proudly showed us all the paraphernalia acquired in the last few years in establishing a scientific crime detection laboratory. Be sides a bureau of identification, with pic tures and finger print records, they have modern ballistics equipment, microphoto- graphic apparatus, special materials for taking impressions of teeth marks and such — in fact, all the apparatus possessed by the larger cities for solving murders and iden tifying victims. We asked him if they had worked on any interesting murder cases lately and we wish you could have seen the hurt look that came over him. "No, we haven't had any murders out here lately," he said. We were awfully sorry we had brought the mat ter up. It reminded us of the gloom that we experienced as a child one Christmas when Santa Claus brought us ice skates and a sled but the weather man neglected to bring ice and snow. We patted Chief Freeman on the back assuringly, and if you have ever seen Bill Freeman you know that it would require quite a bit of patting to make any impres sion on his back. We promised him we would run an item this month in an attempt to help him out. Now we don't want to encourage the committing of major crime, but if you are planning a murder anyway, why not man age to commit it in Evanston? The least the rest of you can do is keep a sharp look out for any dead bodies while you are in Evanston, and call the chief if you notice any, instead of just ignoring the matter. ^""N A /""* C In pursuing our occasional vj f\ vJ w) light reading one evening we came across this item in a book of strange facts: The oldest and largest chestnut tree in the world stands at the foot of Mt. Etna. It is 213 feet in circumference and is known to be at least 2,000 years old. That's just big enough and old enough to be the source of the chestnuts used by the radio comedians. circu- g us T I— I P I I I We hequtntly get ci I i 1 1\ I L L lars in our mail askin if we could use some extra cash. We could — about a hundred thousand dollars. Here's what we want to do: We want to buy a piece of land several miles in extent and then have a concrete highway built right through the middle of it. We'd open "And then, after every word, strike this bar at the bottom" up this road to the public without any tolls or restrictions whatever. Then, every day, all day long, we would drive our car on this road, driving no dif ferently than we do now. Finally, some motorist, not liking our driving technique, would shout as he passed us, "Hey, you — do you own the whole road?" Then we'd yell back, "Yes, we do — and all the land on both sides of it." WHISKERS A story is going the rounds that, over at the Palace theatre, an actor made a mistake in picking up his false whiskers and went on the stage with his face glued to a costume that belonged to one of the girls in the Hawaiian chorus. WORK We noticed two men working a few weeks ago and you'll see in a minute why we're tell ing you about it. One man — a small col ored fellow with a shovel — was diminishing a huge pile of coal that had been dumped in the street. The other individual — a husky Irish policeman — was watching him, just watching him, that's all. But he was working, too, having been one of those de tailed during the recent coal strike to ac company the men who stayed on the job. The little fellow who was getting all the exercise was making less than fifty cents an hour while the man who was detailed to watch him was being paid just a few cents less than a dollar an hour. All we wanted to tell you was that one man was getting twice as much for restrain ing his labors as the man who worked so hard. But it is not within the province of this department to notice or comment upon an economic system, if that's what you call it, that requires the community to pay a man a dollar an hour to enable another man to make fifty cents. April, 1935 13 sandors spring AS TO POET AND POLICEMAN, TO PLUTOCRAT AND PAUPER, SPRING COMES TO SANDOR AND SANDOR PUTS MURAL AND OIL OUT OF MIND TO FRISK IN WHITE LINE UPON SHEER BLACK IN THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON AND FOR THE PLAIN PEOPLE OF WHOM THERE ARE SO MANY The Red Menace in Chicago A Young Man on the Fifty Yard Line Looks Both Ways FOR several years now I have been a young man strongly disposed toward woolly ideas and paper paradises. I have sometimes wondered why I have not gone communist. After all, I belong to a generation that has two good reasons for going anything. First, we reached maturity by way of the World War novelists and philosophers; then, with only a few years intervening, we found ourselves in a world which was just about ready to give up and go back to the caves. And there we are today — bred in the tradition of one awful awakening to be popped in the chin by the reality of another. Through it all I have shied away from the octopus arms of every group organized for protest. So have a lot of other wary young people who, had there been a clear- cut choice in 1932 between Roosevelt and ruin, would have chosen ruin just for the ride. Some of us chose to go down with the old order because we were too young, or too wise, to care, and some of us decided we'd try to modify the old order without recourse to bricks. These latter, of whom I was one, were surprised, and no little heartened, when Roosevelt turned out to be on our side. Two years have come and gone and there is no saying whether Roosevelt will lead us on to glory or back to Groton. With so many of us still out of work, and out of hope, and all but out of faith, it is a minor wonder that we have not shifted from what the newspapers call "pink" to what they call "red." Why haven't we? One reason is that the Reds are invariably unbeautiful specimens — angular, in the case of she-Reds; bepimpled, in the case of he- Reds. We know that they are angular or bepimpled because they cannot afford broc coli or a winter in Palm Beach, and we know that that is what makes them Reds; a viscous circle, as Lonnie Stagg would say. Still, the aesthetic in us repels us from their bosoms, just as the philosophic in them repels them from ours. Again, since their vaunted ambition is to push the capitalists around some day, we are cold to their complaints when they are pushed around by the capitalists, or by the capitalists' hired policemen. Still again, we suspect that they are happy and martyrish only when they are being pushed around, and should we all join them and increase their strength to the point where the cap italists could not push them around they would be inconsolable indeed. Still, finally, again, we do not hold with either the com munists or George Washington, whose name you sometimes see in the papers, in By Milton S. Mayer the espousal of violent forms of revolution. So we have remained capitalists, with our money bags in all the banks, ashamed of capitalism, ashameder of communism, and proud only of our distaste for both. There you have, I think, the epitome of the young mavericks' attitude, and you can scribble it on a grain of rice in a flowing hand. But I come before the readers of The Chicagoan in this month of this year with the threat that all of us young mavericks will join the communists, against our in clination and our judgment, if the capital ists do not quit making such asses of them selves. In particular I am thinking of the capitalists of that region which Prof. Las- well calls the great Middle Waste; and in especial particular, Chicago. There was a time when the capital of Red-baiting in the United States was Colorado, and then Cali fornia. The Reds were licked in both those localities, and John D. Rockefeller and the jury that convicted Mooney and Billings can tell you how. After the war (the World War) the patriots shifted their at tention to New York, an island surrounded entirely by Polacks, Jews, and Wops, all of whom were reliably reported to be Reds. Tammany Hall was America's only hope in those days, and the Reds would have been exterminated except for Mayor Walker, who did not believe in persecuting anybody, including himself. ,s Mayor Walker was succeeded by Mayor O'Brien. Mayor O'Brien wanted to please everybody, and, on top of that, he did not know anything about anything. Stop me if I am wrong, but, as I recall, Mayor O'Brien sicked Grover C. Whealan (I'm sure I'm wrong on the spelling there) on the Reds. When the smoke cleared away, the Reds had grabbed the gardenia out of Grover C. Whealan's button-hole, Mayor O'Brien was out on his big fat pension and trying to catch up with it all by reading the back copies of the newspapers, and the city was in the hands of a Red by the name of La Guardia. La Guardia, like the Red he was, passed up the Red Menace for such trifling matters as getting the starving fed. He is still trying to do that, and New York's Red Menace has withered on the vine. The Red Menace shifted to Chicago. Mayor Thompson's stand on the Reds was something like Mayor Walker's, although Mayor Thompson did get after the Red Coats and humbled them historically at Yorktown, with the assistance of a persis tent shelling by de Grasse's fleet in Chesa peake Bay. And instead of being suc ceeded by an O'Brien, Mayor Thompson was succeeded by Mayor Cermak, who, un like Mayor O'Brien, knew what he wanted and refused to have any Red herring dragged across his path. And instead of being succeeded by a La Guardia, Mayor Cermak was succeeded by Mayor Kelly, who stood fast and firm as the guardian of the taxpayers' money and held the lash in readiness for the Reds in case the taxpayers' money should ever be wrenched for good and all from the clutch of the school teachers. Some of you old-tim ers, and all of you old-old-timers, will re member the Red Menace that appeared in Chicago at the close of the World War. "Reds" hadn't been coined yet, and it was bolsheviks who threatened American civili zation, which had so recently saved the world for democracy. A nest of pacifists, or bolsheviks, was discovered at Northwest ern University,: and the local press went after these pacifists for months. The Rev. Ernest Fremont Tittle was harboring them in a Sunday School room of the First Methodist Church of Evanston. I think it was in the course of this campaign that the Tribune succeeded in having a German beer sign removed from a restaurant on Adams Street. For years afterwards nothing was heard from Northwestern. The monster ap peared to have been scotched there. Evanston resumed the even tenor of its way, sending Gen. Charles G. Dawes to the vice-presidency, then to the Reconstruc tion Finance Corporation, and then, under slightly altered circumstances, back to the Reconstruction Finance Corporation. When the present Red Menace appeared, it was not remotely connected with Northwestern; instead it seemed to have poisoned the ivy that picks its way up the walls of the Uni versity of Chicago. Having browsed among the fertile pas tures at the University of Chicago in my time, and having been placed on permanent probation there (I am still the only holder of a P.P. degree) by the well beloved Dean Boucher, I followed with interest the prog ress of the institution into the benighted way of liberal, or Red, thought. In every hunger march or eviction protest there ap peared a seedy, wild-eyed group of young men and women who identified themselves as University of Chicago students and pro claimed their residences to be the Fifty fifth Street tenements abutting the campus. When these young terrorists had been de prived of their bombs and stilettos and put April, 1935 15 in jail, who appeared to plead their cause, in the name of free speech, but Robert Morss Lovett? Old Mr. Lovett, who used to mystify the campus by spending his evenings at the Edelweiss Gardens, until it was discovered that his daughter was the third from the end in the front row, was, and is, one of the University's proudest claims to profes sorial distinction, so it was plain that the University, represented by Prof. Lovett, was hand in glove with the Reds. One day Prof. Lovett was put in jail himself. The grey walls of the jail reminded him so much of the walls of his University that he declared he believed he could learn to love the place; thereupon the courts threw him out of jail, as there is no point in spending the taxpayers' money to keep a man in jail who is enjoying himself. As the Red Menace went into the crescendo, and as the pool cues of Lieut. Make Mills' "Industrial Squad" came down more and more en thusiastically on the hats of dangerous in dividuals, the University of Chicago's repu tation as a hotbed of communists grew more and more alarming. President Hutchins, with his new, and probably Red, conception of education, refused to spank his revolutionary charges, and even turned aside the wrath of protesting patriots with a snide remark or two. Norman Thomas, the well-known Socialist, or Red, was in vited to preach, he having been a profes sional man of God before his fall, in the million-dollar University chapel erected by Junior Rockefeller for the promulgation of the better life. Other professors were caught telling the young people that com munism should be regarded studiously or that capitalism had left us with two chickens in every garage. Within the past year, certain prominent publishers having become strange bedfel lows in the cause of the Republic, the Red Menace in Chicago has rapidly approached a head. In its furious cascade it has met two major obstacles, in the way of overt events. One is the grin of President Roose velt, involving recognition of Russia. The other is Dr. Wirt (whose name you will need a moment to recall) and the funny denouement of his fame. The Chicago press, perhaps out of neighborliness, was Dr. Wirt's first champion, and his loudest. There were a couple of minor incidents that stymied the Red-baiters without actu ally throwing them off the course. These were the celebrated cases of the daughter of a former National Commander of the American Legion and the daughter of a Major General of the U. S. Army. These two daughters were disclosed as not only Communists, but as frothing, foaming Com munists. The former, a Mrs. Newton, was even married to a Negro, which is forbid den by the Declaration of Independence; the other, Miss Bash, was arrested twice for attending a Communist street tea, which is forbidden by Washington's Farewell Ad dress. Both of these young ladies were students, or former students, of the University of Chicago. This explained in part their de fection to the godless, but the fact remained — and this is what puzzled the patriots — that they had been sired by the American Legion and the U. S. Army. What is more, they were both quick on the mental draw. When the daughter of the very model of a modern Major General was asked what her father would say, she re plied that she was not responsible for her father's remarks. Certain elements (the most powerful, too) of the local press took up the gauntlet against the errant daughters. But the aw ful implication of the cases was too much for them, and they dropped them when the implication dawned. Was it possible that an American Legion household or a U. S. Army fireside could produce such Red devils? It plainly was. The University of Chicago had not snatched these young ladies from the cradle; arid no one moons more over the righteous influence of the American home than a newspaper pub lisher. So the heavy hand of the press was withdrawn from the unfilial get of the American Legion commander and the Major General, and the hand was held up raised, to be brought down on some less embarrassing manifestation of the Menace. There was not long to wait. John Strachey, a pudgy young man with a patrician ancestry in England, was arrested in Chicago — and it wasn't by accident that the arrest was made in Chicago — while he was making one of his one-night stands as an exponent of communism. The United States government, or a sub-department thereof, said he was inciting revolution in violation of his promise as a visiting alien not to incite revolution. The Red-baiters climbed up on Mr. Strachey, and, at this writing, they are still on him. N ow the case of Mr. Strachey is involved. He has weaseled by saying he was expounding and not advo cating communism, and that he was not a member of the Communist Party. He is no fool, and no college boy, and his de fense is inane. Walter Lippmann, the col umnist, who might have been expected to defend him, attacked the lameness of his defense, and entered the side-door of the publishers who publish his column by ask ing, more or less rhetorically, if Mr. Strachey should be allowed the American guarantee of free speech to talk up a sys tem of government that suppresses free speech — in other words, should he be al lowed free speech to destroy free speech? There are several answers to Mr. Lipp- mann's pat question, and it is too bad that Mr. Strachey, while he had the spotlight, did not answer it himself. Here they are: 1 . If the doctrine of free speech is sound it will survive whatever use it is put to. 2. Communism believes that capitalistic free speech means free speech for the few while communistic proscription of free speech actually means — since Communism is meant to be government by the prole tariat — free speech for the many. 3. The late Justice Holmes was of the opinion that the right of free speech has not been vio lated unless the speaker is responsible for direct incitement to violation of the law; the well-heeled church-goers of Glencoe whom Mr. Strachey was addressing at the time of his arrest, and who belong to an economic class that invariably composes his audiences, would not be likely to mount their limousines and drive to the court house to blow it up. 4. Democracy, as only one of the many systems by which people try to govern themselves, has no philosophic right to call on its armed forces to suppress a philosophic attack on it. None of these answers is my defense of Mr. Strachey, nor even my answers to Mr. Lippmann in behalf of Mr. Strachey or anyone else. They are simply so many fish that fall into the net of detached thought, and it strikes me that they should have been given voice by either Mr. Strachey or Mr. Lippmann, both of whom like to re gard themselves as detached thinkers. And I digress to suggest them, and to observe the case of Mr. Strachey, only because the real question raised — the question of free speech — is the root of all Red-baiting. Before there can be any peace in the minds of the young mavericks, this corner stone of human rights will have to be cleared of moss. Until it is, it will plague the patriots as painfully as it plagues the "Reds." More so, for two reasons: the "Reds" enjoy their pain; and every time the Red-baiters raise the issue against them they get new recruits. Every time a newspaper publisher uses one column to demand the muzzling of someone and another column to toot free speech, a young maverick like me is driven by sheer annoyance into the supporters of the muzzlee. It is the lack of brains by publishers and patriots, as much as it is lack of food and clothing, that makes revo lutionaries. And it is the lack of brains by publishers and patriots that makes the most dangerous revolutionaries — the deliberate and often talented converts who provide the leadership for the hungry and the un clothed. Communism is of no numerical importance in this country, nor is it an im mediate menace to the democratic notion in this country; but whatever persistent strength and courage it has, and whatever eventual effect it may have on the demo cratic notion, may be credited to the pow erful individuals and groups who exploit it for profit or for exhibition. A couple of weeks ago fifty Negro men and women were sent to jail for starting a riot in a local muni cipal courtroom. I was there before the "riot" was over, and I was there through out the hearing that ended with their being sentenced. Those people, with white- headed men and women with babies among them, did not start a riot; they were leaving the courtroom peacefully and they headed for the wrong door; bailiffs pushed them back in the tender way bailiffs have with Negroes; a Negro (Continued on page 45) 16 The Chicagoan Humoresque An Especially Brilliant Afternoon at the Symphony By Whitfield D. Hillyer LINDA'S fourteen -year-old nephew Wilton was stopping with her; and since she was in bed with a cold I had been elected to take Wilton to the symphony. We'd found our seats, Wilton and I (good seats they were, too) and I began looking around, wondering who of the gang might be snickering at me. It wouldn't have been nearly so grim if Wilton hadn't been wearing his little military school uni form. He looked too smug for anything. "Gee, this is a swell program," said Wilton. "It is rather interesting, isn't it?" I said. "Oh, look — the musicians are coming onto the stage — say, there's a guy with an English horn. They're swell." "Yes, they are nice and shiny," I offered. "Ooohhh, no. No. You're looking at the wrong guy. There — see? That's the English horn. It isn't really a horn at all. It's a kind of tenor oboe. Sometimes they call 'em a cor anglais. That's French for English horn," he added. "It doesn't look much like a horn, does it?" I asked. "Nope. Not a bit. There," he pointed again, "that's a real horn, over there in the back row — see?" "The one the man's holding in his lap?" "No, that's a baritone horn." Well it is a horn, isn't it, I thought. I was getting just a bit put out. "The real horns are French horns," continued my escort. "There — -that guy has one under his arm." "Oh, I see." Wilton turned to the fly-leaf of his pro gram. "See," he showed me, "here's a list of the men who play horns. That means French horns. Musicians never call French horns anything but horns." "I see," I replied meekly. The orchestra was practically all seated now, and the air was hideous with the tuning of instruments. "Boy — hear that?" exploded Wilton. "Hear what?" "That bass clarinet getting tuned up?" I could distinguish only a collection of discords, and said as much. Wilton was nice about it. "I mean that guy over there on the end of the woodwinds— the one who has the long black thing with a silver bell on the end of it." "Oh, yes. Now I see it. I thought that was a saxophone." Wilton's disgust was manifest. "A sax in a real symphony like this? I sh'd say not. Anyhow," he went on, "a sax is much dif ferent from a clarinet. A sax is a conical tube and acts like an open pipe — 'n' a clarinet is a straight tube and acts like a closed pipe." "But it isn't really closed, is it," I asked, "else how could the sound get out?" "Well," said Wilton, "it isn't really closed. But when you blow in it, it sets up a column of air, kind of, and the vibrations get piled up and make a sort of stopper in the end of it, and it jumps in twelfths. I thin\ it's twelfths. Anyhow, a sax jumps in octaves, and that's lots easier when you're playing." I was getting really nervous, but Wilton was only warming up. "The sax and clarinet," he observed, "both have single reeds, though." "How desolate," I said. Wilton seemed to hear me not at all. "Now, the oboe, and the English horn and bassoon and Heckelphone, and — let's see — yeah, the Sarrussophone — they're all double reeds." "Really?" "Yep. Sometimes the double reed men go nuts." As who wouldn't, thought I. "Woodwinds are my favourites," said Wilton slowing down. Now that his favourites have been dis cussed, I thought, perhaps the clinic is end ed. In an effort to bring the conversation down to my own level I said, "Isn't that a funny-looking man there, with the flowing black tie?" "Where is he?" asked Wilton. "Over on the right, in the middle, tun ing his violin." "Yep, he is funny, isn't he? That isn't a violin, though, that's a viola." In the moment of quiet which followed this re mark the lady behind us addressed her hus band. "Look, Henry," she said, "each of those three men over there has two clari nets, or whatever they are. If one breaks they can use the other one. They don't take many chances, do they?" Little did she know the mettle of Wilton. He turned around in his seat and explained clearly, "Those are clarinets^ But they aren't spares. One's a B flat and one's an A. Lots of the music switches around in different keys, and they've gotta change in struments when it gets too tough." "Oh, yes. Of course." The lady was startled, but seemed grateful for the tip. I could just see her instructing her friends at the next week's concert. I flashed Wilton an indulgent smile. T HE conductor had taken his position; the musicians were mak ing one final test of the pitch of their in struments. "See the little guy with the oboe?" asked Wilton. "He's giving all of 'em the right pitch. The oboe sounds A and the rest of 'em have to tune to it." I nodded silently, hoping . . . sure enough, before Wilton could proceed further the conductor tapped on his desk, poised his baton, and a hush came over the audience. All except Wil ton, that is. "Hot dog," he announced in an East Lynne whisper, "They're using a glocken spiel today." "What's that?" I whispered back, ever so softly. "Orchestra bells!" hissed Wilton. "So it's war you want — eh, Colonel April, 1935 17 Easter at Ruth's A Short Story With No Particular Point By B. Mason Tellis THE wind-swept elevated platform was crowded with relatives. Not each other's! But all somebody's, bound out of town to spend Easter in some body's happy home. There was the square-jawed spinster aunt who spent six evenings a week correcting school papers; the white-faced elderly uncle whose insignificant features cowered behind a boldly -cut beard; and the ade noidal young cousin whose high-bridged nose seemed too narrow for practical pur poses. There was also the undersized, fiercely moustached relative of indetermin ate age who spent many hours a day count ing money in a cage; the long, lean one who appeared just to have climbed down from the top of a high stool; and the small-headed youth whose curly red hair was far too abundant and long for the present mode. Each relative carried a package, oblong, neatly-wrapped, about two pounds in weight. It was not hard to guess what these packages contained. It was easy. They contained candies, destined to sweeten the welcome awaiting the relatives at the end of their respective journeys. It was a strange and touching company gathered together thus on Easter morning. A company of unfortunates whom life and love had somehow overlooked, and who were accordingly exposed to the winds of heaven, the roar of trains and the gloom of the business district on a holiday. They knew what they were about, of course. No one really desired their company. They knew that. The invitations to which they were responding were the sort reserved for family holidays. They knew that, too. But to remain alone in a rented room on Easter Day would have been almost intoler able. So they had been glad to snatch up the crumb of hospitality loyally spread be fore them. This was the routine of celebration to them. Many a merry Christmas, many a joyous Easter had they spent in the same way. First a flight through inhospitable streets, then an interlude in the slumbering Loop, followed by an endless, winding jour ney through the North Side and out along the North Shore. So, at last, they would come to a happy home where, for a few brief hours, they could warm their spirits at the fires of family life and lean wearily against the reassuring bulk of the family tree. After which, in reverse, would come the journey back, the interlude in the Loop, the flight through inhospitable streets until, at the end, they would come back to the familiar, unaired room which would look, somehow, sadder and stranger than it had in the morning. W ind whistled over the edge of the elevated platform. The elderly couple who had just arrived looked different from the rest. The wife was quite handsomely dressed, a slender, distinguished woman in black. Her husband wore a good overcoat and new shoes. He had broad shoulders, firm lips and a determined chin. She clung to his arm. "Ruth will be glad to see us," she whis pered, as they came out of the station. "So will the children." "I'm sure Henry will be very glad to see us, too," he replied. "Easter Day!" She shrank against a sign board to escape the wind. "How strange!" "The city looks a little different on a holiday, Sarah." "Have you ever seen it like this, Jim?" "Of course I have. As a young man I used to pass through cities at all sorts of odd times. And we drove in from home for Sunday concerts, sometimes. You must remember that, Sarah!" She nodded. "I never wanted to," she said, quickly. "Public places are depressing when business isn't going on." "Where do all these people come from?" she asked, after a moment. "Travelling on Easter Day! Who can they be?" He smiled. "Don't you know? You've seen them be fore." "I have? Where?" "In family photograph albums! And in the houses of your friends, when you dropped in unexpectedly on family holi days. Perhaps you've wondered what be comes of them between times. I often have. And I can't answer that question. But here they are, again." "Nice for them to be having an outing in the country today," she said, and caught her breath. "Will we look like that to Ruth's friends?" she asked. "Nonsense! Parents are different. Be sides, these people are — can't you see — the ones who've never had a home. They've never had anything. They're the left-overs who've been adrift all their lives." "We're adrift now, too." Jim winced. "Forgive me for saying that," she said quickly. "I didn't mean to. Think of all the beautiful years we had in our home. And how handsomely you took care of your family — the children all put through col lege, and the trips to Europe, and the cars." "Yet here we are, on Easter morning, on an elevated platform with the left-overs." "Don't talk like that, Jim. It wasn't your fault." "Yes, it was. I shouldn't have mortgaged the house." "Of course you should. You needed money. It might have saved your busi ness." "It might have. But it didn't. And the amount had to be increased every few months. Until it was ready to topple over. And did!" "Lots of people have had bad luck. Everybody, really!" "Not like this. Not the people we knew. They didn't lose their homes. You've pointed that out, again and again." "I didn't mean to mention it, Jim." H E shook his head and wandered away to examine a gum- vending machine, and another which would drop a handful of peanuts when a cent was inserted in a slot. He knew Sarah had never allowed their children to eat these unprotected peanuts. Dropping his coin in the slot, he received his allotment of pea nuts and ate them slowly. When he went back to her she was staring thoughtfully at the platform. "A year ago, at about this time, the grandchildren were finishing their egg hunt," she said. "The children were so happy to bring their children home for Easter, weren't they?" "We never had a finer day," said Jim. "Do you remember the big white rabbit and the little plaster chickens we always filled with candies for the Easter dinner table?" "Yes. I hope you've given them to Ruth, for today." "Oh, yes. She took all the holiday orna ments when we dismantled the house. We'll never need them again." She blinked rapidly. Jim looked away, into the eyes of a tall old man, whose lack of hair on top was balanced by a rich growth around the chin. "Well, hello, Jim!" said the old man, holding out his hand. "Sarah! Here is Uncle Ned." Sarah nodded blindly through unshed tears. "Sarah and Jim! I declare! I never looked to find you folks here. Knew you'd be out to Ruth's today, of course. But I didn't think of seein' you here. Seems kinda queer, don't it, goin1 to Ruth's after havin' Easter at your house for so many years! Mighty nice of Ruth not to forget me. You'd think her husband would get about enough of his wife's relatives. Seems a pleasant fellow, (Continued on page 44) 18 The Chicagoan Plane People A Note on the Mounting Popularity of Personal Aviation By Jane H. Meyer THE publisher of a great daily, the head of a large steel mill, America's Waltz King and hundreds of other leaders in commerce, the arts and profes sions, are among our most ardent aviation enthusiasts. It is the desire for relaxation rather than just recreation that has turned the trick; the delight of being able to get away from the noise, the dirt and the con stant stress and strain of modern times. Glancing casually from the cockpit, the air man sees the earth, far below with its closely packed houses, smoke belching fac tories and crowded highways. Everything on the ground seems cramped and petty compared with the endless blue sky and the billowing white clouds. The aeronautical term, ceiling unlimited, conveys the image of immense deep blue skies, whose depth no one knows. To the airman it means release, limitless release in flight from all earthly worries. Man need no longer envy the soaring birds. Flying upwards, the pilot encounters, at times, soft puffy banks of white clouds that billow and roll in strange and beautiful shapes. Envy then, you earthbound mortals, E. Hall Taylor, one of the most interesting sports man pilots around Chicago. During the day, he busily directs activities in his steel mills, but at the end of the day, he leaves the grime and noise of the factory for the peace and quiet of the heavens. He hur ries to his plane at Curtiss-Reynolds Air port, in Glenview. Hastily changing into smart, fur lined leather flying clothes, and strapping his parachute securely on, he climbs into his shining blue and gold Trav- elair, charmingly named Star Dust. Up he goes, until the blue of his ship blends with the background of the azure sky. Mr. Taylor's favorite pastime while in the air is taking pictures of interesting cloud for mations. After he has been in level flight for some time, and has completely wiped away the office cobwebs, this birdman likes to choose a cloudlet floating by. He will dive into it, twisting his ship in various aerobatics until the cloud has been broken up into vaporous wisps that drift hazily away. O NE of the most modern vacations made around these parts recently was that of Merrill C. Meigs, Gen eral Manager of the Chicago American. Mr. Meigs, who holds a transport pilot's license, left Curtiss-Reynolds Airport one bright morning with three of his friends in a Stinson plane. Franklin Allen, James Levy and Earl Butler were his passengers. They flew leisurely southwards to Miami Beach and landed, to the amazement of GENTLEMEN FLYERS WILLIAM BOYD, GEORGE YOUNGHUSBAND AND LLOYD LAFLIN AND THE LATTER'S PLANE some early morning golfers, on the fairways of the Boca Raton Golf Club. Mr. Meigs taxied his ship to one side, climbed out, and with his foursome, proceeded to enjoy the excellent greens and fairways of the golf club. One evening he telephoned friends in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, approximately 500 miles away. "Hello," said this very modern vacationist, "I am flying over your way tomorrow morning. I'll meet you at the Gulf Hills Country Club at 11:15 for a game." Alden Swift, Hubert Howard and Anthony Haines were a little doubtful that their threesome would be made a four some by the welcome addition of Merrill Meigs. After all, 500 miles is 500 miles. They started on their round of golf the next morning, laughing at the possibility of this intrepid airman thinking he could make Gulf Hills in time to join them. Suddenly, at the third hole, they heard the hum of a plane. Glancing up, they saw a scarlet ship circling lazily around. From the cockpit of his ship, Mr. Meigs spotted his men. Throt tling back his motor, he watched them tee off from the third hole, and flew back and forth, following the play to the fourth hole. There he landed lightly on the course, wheeled his ship to one side, and climbed out at exactly 11:30. He was dressed in his golf clothes. Taking his clubs from the plane, Mr. Meigs finished the game with his friends. The proper refreshments were then passed around, after which, Mr. Meigs waved farewell, climbed into his ship, and in some seven hours was back in Chicago. Rather breathtaking, isn't it? And when we were children, our eyes used to grow round with wonder as we listened to the magic tale of The Flying Carpet. Here are the fairy tales modernized beyond our wildest dreams. Romance, adventure, new experiences and delights — all of the things that really add zest to our mechanized age are the rewards that the airman may pluck from the skies. There is a fascina tion in the whirling of a propeller that seems to beckon to the air adventurer. It urges one to hop in and take off to new ex periences among towering white clouds and deep blue skies. In flight, a propeller, whipping around and catching the glint of the sun, is a beautiful sight. The even drone of the motor soothes one's nerves and lulls the air traveler into a sense of secur ity. The familiar, even hum of the motor causes the pilot to relax. Here then, is something very different in the way of recreation. We all have our pet method of escaping from the jitters, from the depression and the hundreds of minor irritations that beset us during the day. But it rested upon the shoulders of Chi cago's most progressive leaders to discover that neither the earth nor the water could give them complete divorce from worry and strain. The sky, nature's last fortress, had to give way to enable man to enjoy com plete freedom. Along Chicago's North Shore are the two leading Aviation Country Clubs of the West. Curtiss-Reynolds Airport is luxurious with its 4,000 square feet of level sod, its landing area flood-lights, rotating beacon, concrete hangars, workshops and modern club rooms. Slightly to the west, is Pal-Waukee Airport, a trifle smaller, per haps, but none the less efficient with an ex cellent landing field 2,600 feet long. Pal- Waukee also has landing area flood-lights that operate upon signal from the airman desiring to land. Lounging in the club rooms at Curtiss, one usually finds Wayne King, famous or chestra leader. Not content with having founded one of our best known brands of transportation, Waldon D. Shaw, origina tor of Yellow Cabs, is an ardent aviator. Mr. Shaw has used his original color scheme on his new Stinson, and the factory in De troit painted the plane the well known yel low and black. Mr. Shaw flew from Cur tiss-Reynolds to California for the winter season. Daniel Peterkin, Jr., who married Mr. Shaw's lovely daughter, is an ardent airman. He holds (Continued on page 40) April, 1935 19 Laurels for Laughton With a JVord On the Local Cinema Situation By William R. Weaver ¦ : ¦¦'¦"';-¦- JEAN HARLOW— A PORTRAIT BY R. H. PALENSKE THIS is as good a time as any to recommend to the Motion Picture Academy that the several medals it plans to award to sundry persons for dis tinguished service during 1935 be melted down and recast as one super-colossal deco ration for Mr. Charles Laughton. His work in Ruggles of Red Gap justifies the distinction, but it is not merely as an actor, nor as the star of this or any picture, that Mr. Laughton should be judged by the learned doctors who weigh these matters. Mr. Laughton is a force, an influence, a one- man movement in the rightest of right directions. He is that rare, simple thing, the complete actor, the utter mime, and the value of his example to the screen is thrice the mean annual dollar fall of a dozen Gables, Colberts, even Temples. If the eminent gentlemen of the Academy are on the up-and-up, a question of consid erable interest that need not be gone into here, it is their purpose to emphasize by citation those achievements of the calendar year which warrant emulation, to inspire thus by grant of glory the kind of effort that mere payment of wages does not in duce. A mundane but indubitably prac tical device. Yet what doth it profit the cinema to tempt the ladies and gentlemen thereof to spend all of 1935 in trying to act like Colbert and Gable in It Happened One JiightJ Would it not be more profit able, and more practical, to encourage them to spend all of this year and every year in acting as completely, unreservedly, impersonally and utterly, actor to role and role to play, as Mr. Laughton in The Sign of The Cross, The Barretts of "Wimpole Street, The Private Life of Henry VIII and Ruggles of Red Gap? The effect of the system of awards worked out by the Motion Picture Acad emy is, if it be anything more substantial than a crashing of newspaper columns, to teach actors how to act. The effect of Mr. Laughton's example is to teach actors to act. The difference is as evident as the nose on Jimmy Durante's face. THERE'S been a good deal of loose talk lately about the tardiness of Chicago theatres in exhibiting pic tures. There is not much truth in it. The same sort of talk is heard in every city, big or little, and the same situation exists. There is no hullabaloo when, as recently, a picture as distinguished as One Wight of Love is revealed to Chicago eyes and ears weeks before it is exhibited elsewhere. This is the shoe on the other foot and nobody notices it, in part because Chicago doesn't send up rockets and blow horns about any motion picture any time any where, or much else. Actually, Chicago sees about as many pictures first as any city except perhaps New York, where it's an old Manhattan custom to give the local boys first crack at the visiting firemen every time it doesn't cost anything to do so. The current crop of rumors about Chi cago theatre men keeping the good pictures in the vault and running off the mine-run product first is an aftermath of the South ern season. Sojourners in Miami, Biloxi and so on return with reports of the latest releases seen in the winter resorts. Why a person goes to the cinema in Miami or Bermuda, with all out-of-doors and the sea crying for attention, will always be a profound mystery to me. But if I were operating a theatre in any of these places I'd be very sure to have the latest pic tures, which are by no stretch of imagina tion dependably the best, at the time when the tourists were within shooting distance. One other factor complicates the mat ter. It is custom to produce pictures in cycles. One studio hears that another is doing a mystery thriller and next day all studios are doing mystery thrillers. Next week all will be doing something else, but it will be the same something else. And so each week brings to the gentlemen who schedule the attractions for six or eight theatres situated almost shoulder to shoulder in the downtown area a cluster of precisely similar productions. To toss a half dozen society dramas into six ad jacent theatres simultaneously would be a good deal more heinous offense than to stagger them over a period, mix with a war picture held over from the previous batch of peas in a pod, a historical adven ture film from the one before that and a jungle melodrama from next week's crop, and serve as a balanced ration. This is done. If it were not, the loose talk of the moment would give way to rebellion — and I'd lead it. I HAVE a great deal of admiration and respect for the gentlemen who publish The March of Time. That is because they are the gentlemen who publish Time and Fortune and these are among the three best magazines in the world. Accordingly, I refrained from mentioning their initial experiment in the field of cinema report' ing, confident that they would profit by their mistakes. Now I have seen the sec ond edition and realize it is possible that their best friends wouldn't tell them. In a word, the photography is lousy. 20 The Chicagoan Scene: A Relief Station Cast: The Ladies and Gentlemen of the Unemployed EVER see a Relief Station? If you haven't, don't bother about it, or else you'll gather enough material for countless nightmares, and probably have one every time the market goes off a point or two. Picture a large, dingy, barren room, poorly lighted by one or two un shaded, glaring mazdas. The room is divided into sections by scabrous beaver- board partitions, the cardboard ripped into shreds by countless tearing fingers. Fingers that tear, not in anger, but merely to re lieve the tedium of long and sometimes fruitless waiting. On some of the less tat tered panels are lettered childlike obsceni ties and grotesque sketches, reminiscent of the walls of small town railroad stations or grammar school washrooms. The chief variation in theme is that instead of draw ings and lecherous verse about "Our Teacher," these artistic and literary gems have a different subject matter, "Our Caseworker." At eight-thirty every morning the doors are thrown open and the room begins to fill. By nine o'clock the room is crowded with two hundred or more persons, some sit ting quietly, almost soddenly, others pacing nervously about or jabbering at the service desk attendant. Purely a matter of tem perament, but what a wide range, both temperamentally and nationally. Poles, Croats, Slavs, Italians, Mexicans and Hoi' landers, with a more than liberal scattering of Negroes. Name any country and it will be well represented. All ages, colors, sizes and conditions, for poverty makes no dis tinction. Some, obviously, have seen bet ter days, while others are typical of that great army of the semi-shiftless to whom the Relief is the ultimate goal. Humor, pathos, stolid expectancy, caged energy, all intermingle to form the conglomerate hodge-podge that is Relief. There's a real char acter, Big John, sauntering up to the recep tion desk. John is a huge, blue-black buck negro, with a wide sparkling smile and a swell sense of humor. Right now John doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, with the odds two to one in favor of laughing. His sense of humor isn't enough to make him forget the fact that his belly is an aching void, due no doubt to mismanage ment and sub rosa purchases of third rate gin, and his chief concern is to catch his caseworker and either get a food order or bust somebody's neck. But John is just one of those fellows who doesn't know how to get mad, so he finally winds up by bumming a cigarette off the attendant, be gins to laugh, and goes on home, having By Jack McDonald decided that perhaps he can put the bee on the grocer for another two or three days until his check comes. Here comes a Polish woman, plump, pink, and mad as — well, pretty mad. Banging on the desk with her chubby fist and empurpled with rage, she deluges the service attendant with a torrent of garbled phrases. Translated, her incoherent reci tal in broken English is a tragi-comedy. Some months back, she had had her teeth extracted by the Relief Dental service and her name placed on the list of those who were to receive false teeth. It takes time to furnish plates, as the fund for medical appliances is limited and the demand great, and in the interim the woman received an insurance settlement of a thousand dollars. Gleefully she accepted the thousand and was immediately removed from the Relief rolls. As she was self supporting, all out standing disbursing orders, including the order for the dentures, were cancelled. Today's visit is the result of the cancella tions. "By damn," rages the Polish woman, "the Relief, he pull out my teeth — and by damn the Relief he put them back. Thousand dollars or no thousand dollars." It will take gallons of soothing syrup to quiet that dame. Over in a corner, awaiting a chance to become the center of attraction, is Fainting Fannie, locally famous for her ability to climax her demands with a most realistic and theatrical swoon. She had the whole office buffaloed and her star hung high un til one day her audience included the local Public Health Nurse. How her prestige suffered that day, for the Nurse, used to malingerers, brought her out of the faint by thoroughly dousing her with ice water and shouting, "Come out of that fake faint, sister." Fainting Fannie may faint again if she is refused her request, but first she will make sure that the Public Health Nurse isn't in the room. There are distinct social lines drawn between factions of the relief clientele, the most outstanding ex ample of this being the daily pinochle game played by men waiting for orders. These players are regulars, some coming to the station for a few hands of pinochle even when they have no business to trans act. In this card game the caste system is rigidly observed; only old timers on the Relief rolls may hold cards, and no Park Avenue Men's Club is more particular about its membership qualifications. The player may be a lawyer, engineer, carpen ter, accountant, or illiterate laborer, but the fact that he is allowed to sit in on the pinochle game marks him as one of the chosen, a man who has been receiving re lief for months, perhaps longer. Like golf's locker room cliques, a newcomer just hasn't a chance. And chewing tobacco marksmen! What elan. What poise. What accuracy. True - — the sport is falling into disrepute in many stations, but the marks of the mas ters linger on. Smoking in waiting rooms by clients at one time was officially frowned upon, serious attempts being made to curb the habit, but after the floors had been flooded with aromatic brown tobacco juice for a few weeks, the non smoking orders were rescinded. Now, only the true marksmen indulge in the al legedly filthy habit, but their technique is a thing of joy and a marvel to behold. They while away the day just sitting still, jaws moving rhythmically, the only sign of action being a sudden narrowing of the left eye, followed by a convulsive jerk — and then, some tiny crack or far off spot on the wall is decorated with a brown blob of tobacco juice and the marksman settles back contentedly for another period of in activity. Chewing tobacco must exert a soothing influence over a man, or perhaps only the more phlegmatic types chew, but it's an odd fact that tobacco chewers sel dom lose their tempers or shout and scream, no matter how long they are forced to wait, but are content to sit quiet' ly, shooting at random targets. True sportsmen in every sense. Insurance, most highly touted of the in dustries, is one of the chief sources of worry, both to clients and case workers. One of the iron-clad requirements of the Relief Commission is that all applicants must bring their insurance and property papers, deeds, policies, etc., to the Prop erty Advisor for checking over. And what interviews result. Applicants are willing to sign notarized affidavits that they carry no insurance and appear chagrined but not contrite when the Property man uncovers seven or eight fully paid up policies in different insur ance companies. Paid up policies are as good as cash and may be realized upon without leaving the client uninsured, but they have a naive philosophy that what's theirs is theirs, and if it is at all possible to have the government foot the bills they will keep their policies and savings for nest eggs. There is a plethora of human interest stories around, but, un fortunately, the ones with happy endings are few. A (Continued on page 41) April, 1935 21 M the bach celebration ALL OVER THE WORLD THEY ARE CELEBRATING THIS YEAR THE TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH OF JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. IN CHICAGO PHILIP MANUAL AND GAVIN WILLIAMSON ARE TO GIVE BACH'S HARPSICHORD MUSIC WITH VERITABLE HARP SICHORDS, FOUR OF THEM. ONLY IN CHICAGO, IN AMERICA, ARE TO BE FOUND AS MANY AS THE THREE SHOWN IN THE PICTURE. BACH DID NOT WRITE FOR THE PIANOFORTE, WHICH HAD NOT BEEN INVENTED IN HIS DAY, SO HEAR HIS MUSIC AS BACH INTENDED. ON YOUR LEFT, ERIKA THIMEY IS REHEARSING FOR HER MODERN INTERPRETATION OF THE BACH MUSIC AT THE GOOD MAN THEATRE ON APRIL THIRD. The Musical Guests Deems Taylor, Josef Hofmann and the Russians By Karleton Hackett A QUIET month, since the novelties have been few to the hill and small • with nothing to disturb the lethargic comfort of the symphonic patrons. But how long can we keep our great symphony orchestras geared up to the top notch if there be nothing new to set the nerves atingling? When the sole interest lies in noting whether the old familiar was taken a bit faster or a bit slower, a trifle louder or a trifle softer, the future looks none too rosy. Deems Taylor, who came on to conduct the first Chicago performance of his Circus Day, gave us our only titillation. Everybody likes Taylor. He has something to say and always says it honestly, with no high-flying antics, but sticking close to the ground where he feels at home- — and safe. His Circus Day. is a gently nostalgic yearning after the vanished days of youth and, alas, perchance not only for his own personal but for that of our fair land, for does the old circus with its parade and glorious one ring still exist amongst us? He dolled it up a bit with jazzy three ring stuff, but it was the old small town one ring show for which his spirit was longing and that is gone. Deems Taylor is an incur able romantic, despite his newspaper and radio life right in New York itself, but with a whimsical humor that keeps him from slopping over. In times past he has done some delightful things for us and doubtless will again. Power to him. A good performance, though he himself would be the first to disclaim any virtuoso powers as a conductor. Then with Josef Hof mann as the soloist they settled back for an enjoyable performance of the Schumann piano concerto. Hofmann seemed to take a real interest in the music, and when he is interested you cannot beat him as a piano player. Mr. Stock gave him a sympathetic accompaniment, but at that it was difficult to catch him exactly in some of those tricky places, which gave the old warhorse an intriguing skittishness. Fine playing of DTndy's Wallensteins Camp and of his Second symphony. Eclectic music written by a great and serious artist. The better you know it the more you admire it, and yet it will never be for the many. But it has its place and Mr. Stock gave it with deep comprehension and dignity. Nathan Milstein played the Brahms violin concerto and thereby set himself even higher in our estimation as a fiddler, though leav ing us with doubts as to his brahminical qualities. It was somewhat of the Peter Ilyich Brahms rather than the veritable Johannes, but remarkable as violin playing. He even added some Bach as an encore, in which again his playing was of amazing ease and clarity. A violin player. Bruckner once again, the Romantic sym phony, No. 4. How near a thing Bruckner made of it; noble in purpose and rich in expression. And yet it does not quite arrive. Passages of beauty and climaxes of power. Always Bruckner has your respect, and most of the time your admiration; would that it could be more, for we have such diie need of a new symphonist. Well, Bruckner has had his chance; this particular symphony was first performed in America nearly half a century ago, but he cannot quite make it. However, it is certainly something that this late along a Bruckner Society still exists and actually functions. Powep to them. Also the symphony did not take an hour in the playing as remembrance had it, not by a good four minutes. Next on the program was the Brahms concerto for violin and 'cello with Mischa Mischakoff, the concertmaster, and Daniel Saidenberg, the first 'cellist, playing the soli. Since the making of the program is one of Mr. Stock's major gifts, it could not have been accident that brought the old Vienna antagonists side by side. Who can say what it is that constitutes the enduring quality? Whatever it is, Brahms has it, though this particular concerto we are never likely to hear often enough to make it really popular because of the difficulty of having at hand adequate players. Mischakoff and Saiden berg played it excellently; fine grasp of the music, sincerity and the sense of team-work. The Chicago Business Men's orchestra, our unique organization, gave a concert that proved they are still going strong. George Dasch is a conductor who knows just how to handle such players and they respond to him with confidence and goodwill. May they long continue. The University of Chicago's Chorus and Orchesis joined in giving the first Chicago performance of Handel's Xerxes, and there by laid the town under a debt of gratitude. It was the first chance most of us had ever had of hearing this lovely music. The per formance of course was by amateurs and they showed the proper and what might even be called the academic spirit. They are the only institution hereabouts which is equipped to rescue from the past some frag ments of the forgotten treasure and bring them forth for our behoof. There exists an enormous mass of music of beauty and power that nevertheless is not held to be commercially exploitable in this day, so our only hope, seemingly, lies in the University of Chicago. May they go on with their good work; — and might it, with propriety, be suggested that to the academic spirit be added a touch of expert direction? Lotte Lehmann, the German soprano, gave a delightful song recital at the Auditorium. Good, honest singing by a woman with a beautiful voice and instinctive feeling for the music. There was something lacking in distinction and finesse, but it was straightforward in spirit and notably well in tune. Mme. Lehmann was so big and strong that she could carry it through with the broad sweep and not bother over pretty details. Erno Balogh gave her unusually good accompaniments; sympathetic and expert. The admired Ballet Russe from Monte Carlo returned and, through an unfortunate combination of cir cumstances, gave themselves a neat black- eye. To enhance the interest of their return they were to produce two novelties : Le Bal and Jardin Public, the last a world premiere. According to official information the score of Le Bal arrived in New York at nine o'clock of the morning of the Chicago pro duction, the boat having been delayed a day by storms. It was rushed to Chicago by plane, arriving at the theatre about half after four. The ballet rehearsed right up to the moment the curtain arose; but, alas, the time allowed was not enough. Did you suppose that an organization such as this Ballet Russe, they who carry on the great Diagheleff tradition, would take such a chance? Even if the boat had got in on time, they could have given the work only a lick and a promise. Do you remember the stories of the months of preparation that were devoted to the crea tions of the older organization? Do you suppose that the standard of excellence established and maintained by that organ ization was in any way connected with the care in preparation? Does the present Ballet Russe wish us to understand that they are willing to pitch fork a new production onto the stage with practically no preparation at all? So far as the music by Vittorio Rieti is concerned, it is written in that modern idiom wherein it makes little difference whether the notes are correctly played or not. In a pinch one dissonance will sound about as well as another. But the dancers demonstrated most conclusively that if they are to appear to advantage they must know their stuff, and on this particular occasion nobody knew exactly what he was expected to do. Catch-as- (Continued on page 45) April, 1935 23 Jesuits and Savoyards And a Bold Experiment by the Uptown Players By William C. Boyden ONE morning during the past month my attention was distracted from my scrambled eggs by an editorial in the World's Greatest Newspaper. There before my very eyes was the unqualified statement that the theatrical depression is over. What caused The Tribune to take such a daring position? Nothing less than the mad scramble to see and hear the D'Oyly Carte Opera Company. A scramble worthy of a play by Eugene O'Neil with the Lunts, Katharine Cornell, all the Barry- mores, and Charles Chaplin for comic re lief. The hopeful editorial might have gone even further. The excellent business done by The First Legion (Harris) could have been noted. Likewise the flood of advance announcements: Mary of Scotland, Rain from Heaven, Three Men on a Horse, Life Begins at 8:40. Whether or not sufficient ly complete, this particular editorial is one of the few Tribune editorials with which no one is likely to take issue. The Savoyards have departed. The First Legion is still here. Let's talk first about the latter. Thus we avoid the likely possi bility of a reader tossing aside this article half-read and thereby missing a strong recommendation of a current play. To make assurance doubly sure, permit the liberty of saying here and now that you ought to see The First Legion. Don't be deterred if you are non- Catholic. It is drama, not preaching. The play deals with faith. In his cur tain speech Bert Lytell professes that it took faith to produce a show treating of religious problems, played by a cast as womanless as the Chicago Club. He is right. It did take faith. And he was right to have had that faith. After all, it does not matter whether or not the subject matter is im portant to the customers personally. The point is, do we believe in the reality of the conflict? The actors in The First Legion make us believe. The soul-racking is every bit as engrossing as the mental gyra tions of a Britisher in the Tropics tempted by a toothsome brown gal or an androg- enous youth torn between sybaritism and matrimony (of which more anon). Then, there is keen interest in the peek behind the scenes of a Jesuit Home. In this con nection it might be pertinent to relate that a friend of mine educated at Georgetown University, a Jesuit school, reports the characters in The First Legion as veritable prototypes of his teachers. The cast teems with good acting. Out standing are Mr. Lytell, Whitford Kane, Charles Coburn. In the order named: handsome and dramatic; mellow and hu morous; suave and authoritative. Others are as good within the limits of lesser op portunities. Two veterans of the stage, William Ingersoll and Thomas Findlay, give polished performances. Three younger men, Howard Miller, Sydney Riggs and Michael Worth, are good craftsmen. Dick Wallace, a boy actor, projects a moment of touching pathos. Word went around like wildfire that the D'Oyly Carte Com pany was offering something the cogno scenti could not afford to miss. Playgoers who have been hibernating for years came out of their igloos and stormed the box of fice. There hasn't been so much tone in the stalls since the heyday of the opera. Winnetka came in en masse. Lake Forest ers almost put the Chicago North Western back on a dividend basis. Society editors were in clover. The point is that there is plenty of theatre audience in Chicago. If those who have the price would only wake up to the fact that some pretty good shows are being produced right here in America, we shouldn't have to wait till a bunch of Londoners hit Town to put on the bib-and- tucker. Which, of course, does not imply that the support given the D'Oyly Carte was undeserved. Far from it. The performances at the Erlanger were calculated to send Gilbert and Sullivan cultists dancing out into the streets and to charm even those who profess comparative indifference to these blithesome operas. Critics, especially those steeped in the Savoy tradition, ran out of adjectives. They gurgled joyously over the rendition of every song, the pointing of every line, the delineation of every character. They rele gated to the dump-heap Americans who have dared to ad-lib. outside of the libretto, and to romanticize some of the situations. One might respectfully suggest that the worship of the Savoy tradition is taking the matter too seriously. And is, more over, unfair to numerous American actors who have given the public a lot of fun with their conceptions of Gilbert and Sulli van. I refer to DeWolf Hopper, Frank Moulan, William Danforth, Roy Cropper and others. After all, why shudder because Frank Moulan added a contemporary chorus to I Have a List? Or because De- Wolf Hopper is a terrific mugger? Or be cause Roy Cropper made Frederick in The Pirates of Penzance too romantic a charac ter? Generally speaking, the D'Oyly Carte productions are infinitely better than the usual run of home-grown products. But not always. The Mi\ado recently at the Stude- baker seemed to me a more ingratiating performance than the one given by the il- ' lustrious Savoyards. Hizi Koyke was 'steen times as good a Yum- Yum as Eileen Moody. Frank Moulan a much funnier Ko-Ko than Martyn Green; Roy Cropper a more ro mantic Nanki-Po than Charles Goulding; William Danforth a weirder Mikado than Darrell Fancourt. Do not let this outburst of 100% Americanism create the impression that I am anti-D'Oyly Carte. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am only taking issue with the critical school which con tends that there is only one company worthy to play Gilbert and Sullivan. The past two weeks at the Erlanger were crammed with transcendent delights. We are never likely to see a better General Stanley or Lord Chancellor than offered by the ubiquitous Martyn Green. Everything that Sidney Granville did, Private Willis, Sergeant of Police, Pooh-Ba, was work of consummate artistry. One could mention numberless other top spots. On the whole, Chicago has never seen such Gilbert and Sullivan. Unless it was upon the last visit of this same troupe. It is only within the past decade that our stage has attempted to deal seriously with deviations from the sexual norm. Prior to The Captive homo sexuality as dramatic material was limited to the gags of "camping" comics. The Captive was closed by the police, although the lesbian business was handled with gossamer delicacy. The current manner of treating the subject is to give the audience a choice of interpretations. Obviously this fancy skating on thin ice requires acting of sublety and finesse. The Green Bay Tree had such a production in New York, and the police stayed away. The Uptown Players are making a worthy struggle for a place in Chicago's theatrical sun. They merit support, but then ambition must be of sterner stuff before they can safely tackle this class of material. The Green Bay Tree involves the strug gle between a normal girl and an oscar- wildeish old hedonist for the affections of a pliable young lad. J. Bradley-Griffin was reasonably at home in the role of the sybaritic Mr. Dulcimer, but he has not quite enough acting experience to purvey satisfactorily the effete sophistication of this type of character. Julian, the harassed stripling, was essayed by Robin Thomas, son of poetess Michael Strange. Young Mr. Thomas should go places on the stage. He is handsome, has a nice accent, and projects emotion. At the present writing he needs lessons in stage presence and reading of lines. 24 The Chicagoan jane cow i One of the First Ladies of the Amer ican Stage, now at the Erlanger in "Rain from Heaven." Miss Cowl has all a woman needs for distinguished histrionic success: striking brunette beauty, deft comedy sense, and emo tional power. Her play is high com edy by that increasingly potent dram atist, S. N. Behrman. m The walking figure in the sketch above has on a hand woven suit from this shop, in a square weave of dark brown, the jacket having the padded shoulders and flared gored skirt tight to the knees, one of the new features on suits this year. A light blue tailored blouse and hat complete this striking Easter day costume. Holiday time and a new coat are synonymous to me, and in the imported Scotch Munroe tweed of Sandringham blue, its adjustable collar furred in grey Lynx, the leader of the Easter parade would be forced to make way. Another phase of this new room has been portrayed in the stunningly tai lored import sketched, having the suit idea in a one piece dress of beige with woven dots of red, green and black. Imported Ramond fabric makes up this striking two piece ensemble, the top of the dress in white, yellow, orange and black stripes, the skirt of plain yellow. The large lapeled jacket is belted in the new manner, repeating the stripes on the dress. Large shiny straw hats, shallow crowned, will top the head of the more discerning of strollers on this most eventful Sunday, with a perky Mexican strawed Miss sporting a rolled brim creation. Much profusion of flowers will be ob served in buttonholes of flaming red car nations and early spring field flowers. Hatpins of Lily-of-the-valley sprays, life- sized carnations and bunches of primu las have been seen in the shops, and promise to become more than popular. M2d ASTER in Chicago — and maybe, if we con centrate really hard, and don't say any thing, the trusty umbrel' will unfurl, this time, for a poke at the sun. What is there about our Easter that makes the heavens to weep, the heads to cover, and the legs to run? A great many of the aforementioned legs are going to be covered with everything "suitable" one can imagine. Marshall Field's have a new section called the Sunningdale Sports shop, named after the Sunningdale Club situated right outside of London in Merrie England and much frequented by the Prince of Wales. The shop specializes in active and spectator sports, knits, and leather wear — just everything that we could conceive appearing in at a Coun try Club, but so wearable at home and for the street. One finds in this delightful shopping spot con ceptions of women's wear from every club minded country on the Continent; hand woven colorful patterns in tweed from provincial English weavers, imported Ramond materials, brilliantly hued hand loomed fabrics from Prance, Vienna, Scotland and America. And it is at Field's that one finds the most stimulating assortment of handbags, the Koret productions, that ever an Easter morning dawned upon, distinguished, suave, and in an all -satisfying range of styles and materials. For the woman with feeling for the softer, less mannish suit, those that trace a peplum line at the back, and the suit Schiaparelli has been sponsor ing with the basque jackets, will probably be more to her liking. In regard to suits of all sorts, the shorter skirt line and lower waistline make up one of those style reactions which had to come sooner or later. Large groups of so called tailored suits have a swanky, roomy look, the waistline loosely peasant sleeves have been utilized with the high mounting, giving a narrow line to the shoulder. Deep armholes are appearing in coats, and hooded evening wraps will be seen, more Hindu in feeling than quaint. The harem hems, in slender flowing convolutions, have just recently been fea tured in evening gowns, but so decorative are they that some of the new afternoon dresses have gone "harem" as well. The redingote, favorite of the smart, yet practical woman, is coming in stronger than ever this season. Many a cruising trunkload will be benefited by this com bination of monotone or printed crepe or sheer woolen dress with the tailored coat that can be worn with so many summer outfits later on in the year. And so, until another Easter wind blows spring around the corners of the home town, and one sees a contemplative figure doubtfully eyeing a tried and true relic of another spring pulled forth from back of the golf clubs in the storeroom — -to carry or not to carry — will it be a wet Easter? marked around the top of the hips just cov ered by the short jacket. Sleeves, too, sound a new note, being mounted on the shoulders at such a high line that in some cases the shoulder line and neckline be come one and the same thing. Very full GERMAN TOURIST THE ZWINGER IN DRESDEN, GERMANY, ONE OF THE WORLD'S OUTSTANDING MONUMENTS OF BAROQUE ARCHITECTURE GERMAN TOURIST THE WORLD-FAMOUS COLOGNE CATHEDRAL, KOELN (COLOGNE), GERMANY, ONE OF GOTHIC ARCHITECTURE'S MASTERPIECES HOLLAND-AMERICA LINE SCHERMERMOLENS IN NORTH HOLLAND, WHERE MECHANICAL POWER HAS NOT YET INVADED THE PEACEFUL COUNTRYSIDE this shrtnktng id SK>or By Carl J. Ross UNITED STATES LINES THE VILLAGE OF SHOTTERY, ENGLAND, IS TYPICAL OF MANY PICTURESQUE SPOTS NOT FAR FROM LONDON AND LIVERPOOL \ CCORDING to science, the earth is slowly shrinking in f-\ size as the molten rock at the center cools with the pass- **¦ -* ing of time. That this is true one has little doubt, as there are visible signs on every hand that the earth is contract ing far more definitely than mere theory can prove to the aver' age man. For the most important shrinkage is not measured in millimeters per hundred years, as in the case of science, but in miles per hour in transportation. Distance has never meant more than the time, expense, or discomfort required to reach a destination. As these factors are rapidly reaching absolute minimum, distance becomes less and less the barrier it has al' ways been to world-wide travel and commerce. The past few years have begun a new era of travel by land, sea and air. Competition for the growing passenger traffic has created a demand for better and faster equipment that has al ready been realised to a remarkable degree but still has infinite possibilities for improvement. The railroads which were ap parently doomed to extinction by the speedy airplane and in expensive motor coach surprised and delighted an interested public by breaking the shackles of antiquated custom and emerg ing with new models which reduced running time between cities by maintaining an average speed per mile in line with 1935 requirements. But speed is not the only new feature of rail travel. Comfort is as much a necessity, and air conditioning is an expected adjunct to the traveling hotel luxuries on all of the better trains. That the initiative of the railroads in moderniza tion has met with an appreciative response is a matter of record in cold statistics, not to mention the number of photographs and articles hailing the return of this type of conveyance as an indispensable part of our traffic system. The airlines have also made spectacular advances in a seemingly short period. It was comparatively few years ago that man successfully flew in a heavier than air ma chine, yet today air service is as commonplace a manner of traveling as the automobile prior to the war. Hundreds of large multi-motored planes leave every day over a nation-wide network with the smoothness and precision possible only to trained and competent organization. The Chicago-New York run has been improved by intense competition in both speed and luxury bringing the Atlantic seaboard less than five hours from Chicago. An innovation in western flying was instituted last year with overnight flights from Chicago to the Pacific Coast that occasioned no loss whatever in a business day. More recently, services southward have been placed on a regular basis completing the most necessary routes from Chicago in all di rections. The success of the sleeper planes providing sleeping accommodation to passengers on over-night flights is an incon trovertible answer to any question regarding the safety and permanency of air transportation. The most interesting feature of air travel at the present time is the rapid development of inter-Continental service. A regu' lar service is operating from London to Singapore in the Malay 28 The Chicagoan UNITED STATES LINES NOT IRISH VILLAGE OF WORLD'S FAIR FAME, BUT THE WEST GATE OF CLONMEL IN FAMOUS COUNTY TIPPERARY, IRELAND Straits; the Graf Zeppelin has been long recognized as a speedy means of crossing from Europe to South America; and the whole of the American Continent from Alaska to the Straits of Magellan is easily accessible by regular lines. Within the next few weeks a trans-Pacific route from San Francisco to the Orient will be placed in experimental operation by way of Hawaii and the Philippines with the expectation of passenger traffic early in the summer. Several European companies are planning to inaugurate a heavier than air plane schedule from Europe to South America this year as well as new routes to the Orient and Australia. It will be only a matter of time until the interlinking of airlines around the world will make complete circumnavigation possible in days instead of weeks. For those who must for reasons of urgency reach a destination anywhere in the world, the time is fast approaching when dis tance need not be a consideration. Speed without comfort holds little inter est except for those under pressure of an emergency, and al though the airlines of today offer more conveniences than seems possible in quarters necessarily limited because space and weight must be rigidly checked, inter-Continental air passenger service can scarcely be considered competition to the luxurious steam ers operating in every corner of the seven seas. A voyage on a modern liner is an experience, an opportunity to relax or be gay as one wishes, that is possible in no other way — even at the most completely equipped resort — there being no possibility of interruption until the ship docks at the first port of call. Every luxury ashore may be had on the newer liners and the popularity of sea-going vacations is attested by the unprecedent ed number of passengers taking cruises during the past year for the sheer pleasure of shipboard life. Unlike all other types of transportation, comfort and luxury need not be sacrificed on board ship in order to gain speed. In keeping with the trend to faster operation, the trans-Atlantic lines are continuing to build new and larger vessels, even more luxurious than their predecessors, that are steadily lowering the running time between North America and Europe. Express liners are currently operating on a schedule of approximately six days, while the more leisurely cabin boats require seven and a half days or more. Record crossings have been made in the neighborhood of four and a half days, but schedules have never been placed on this basis. On May 29 the six hundred and ninety thousand horse-power T^ormandie of the French Line, by far the largest moving unit in the history of the world, will enter regular service on a definite schedule of less than five days, bring ing Europe one day nearer to American travelers. This innova tion is notable, as it makes speed available without loss of luxury (there are three built-in swimming pools on board) and without excessive supplementary cost. Oddly enough, the enormous motors used need a large ship to house them, which in turn makes for more stability. Here, comfort is gained instead of lost through speed. Next year the Cunard-White Star Line n INTOURIST, IN°' THE MAGNIFICENT RIVIERA HOTEL IN SOCHI, WHICH IS ON TH BLACK SEA COAST AT THE BASE OF THE CAUCASUS MOUNTAIN li^RHHHHHHH^HHHHBi^HilMlES INTOURIST, INC. THE WORLD-KNOWN SOVIET SANATORIA AT GAGRI, ON THE BLACK SEA "RIVIERA" IN THE BEAUTIFUL CAUCASIAN FOOTHILLS CUNARD-WHITE STAR THE FORGE IN COCKINGTON— A TYPICAL OLD-WORLD VILLAGE IN THE COUNTY OF DEVON ON THE SOUTH SOUTHWEST COAST will introduce their new superliner which is still under con struction, and there is much conjecture regarding her' perform ance when she takes to the high seas. There are few who are not keenly interested in the increase in speed of passenger transportation. It is pleasant to think of New York but five hours away, instead of a thousand miles, and the Pacific Coast tomorrow morning instead of some time next week. Soon, France and England will be less than six days from Chicago, if schedules are maintained as anticipated. Some how, it brings alien soil much nearer to home and makes that long thought of trip abroad more a reality than ever before. April, 1935 29 HENDRICK DAHL Cherry red taffeta curtains against delphinium blue wafls with panels outlined in white, white Venetian blinds, chromium and crystal side lights create an entrance hall of unusual charm and interest. The decorative ceramics are by Vally Wieselthier. The arrangement is by Watson and Boaler, Inc., A.I.D. introduction to hospitality SPEAKING FOR THE PLAIN PEOPLE, FOR GUEST AND HOST AND FOR FAMILY AND FRIEND, MISS RITCHIE COMES OUT FLATLY FOR RE-ESTABLISHMENT OF THE RECEPTION HALL IN ITS ANCIENT AND HONORABLE SPHERE AS A NATURAL AND NECESSARY PART OF THE CIVILIZED HOME. PICTURES ON THIS AND THE OPPOSITE PAGE SUPPORT HER CASE HEDRICH- BLESSING An unusual and striking feature of the interesting hall at the left is the use of tortoise-shell wallpaper to cover the end wall. The side vails are gray ornamented with a classic border of white felt. White Empire chairs covered in a magenta and gray striped satin damask, an antique mantel with mirror above it, ana a graceful plant stand combine to create a smartly modern effect. This hallway is in a model apartment at 1420 Lake Shore Drive and was decorated by Beverly and Valentine, A.I.D. 30 The Chicagoan Turn Back, Oh Architect A Plea in Behalf of Cordiality and People By Kathryn E. Ritchie THERE'S something so terrifically sudden about these modern four-room apartments without front halls. You have no chance to make a proper entrance, no oppor tunity, if you're a man, to lay aside your coat, smooth down your hair, and pull out your pocket flaps before entering your friend's living-room. If you are a woman, you have no chance to look at yourself in the glass, adjust your waist-line, step back and look again. No, it's all very precipitous. You step suddenly from a long, empty, narrow, impersonal corridor into the immediate intimacy of some family gathering, or a bridge party which your hostess has hoped you would not hear about. Or else little Joey is in the midst of climbing into his pajamas before the fire (or by the big radiator in the corner) . Or your host has been sorting over old papers, and the room looks as if it had been stirred up with a spoon. Suddenly into the midst of it all, you simply dump yourself, as it were, while the dumpees scramble about to clean up the clutter, or bring more chairs from the bed-room, or the bridge guests sit back and wonder how long you'll stay. It's all very modern, of course, like operas without overtures, and novels without introductions. Both of them plunge you willy-nilly without preparation into the midst of some electric scene, whence you are snatched up and carried along at high tension speed until finally the smash comes, and you crawl out from underneath, bewildered, but still alive. We shall in all probability grow used to it in time — this modern precipitation, and we do grant that the tele phonic style of dialogue and action in writing accomplishes a certain purpose and does it well. However, we still prefer novels with introductions, and a little sense of leisure, and we shall always, until the end of time, feel more comfortable hauling off our galoshes in some dark corner of the front hall than tugging at them in the brightly lighted living-room of our friends' apartment in full view of all the guests. "The baby's asleep in the bed-room, or you could go in there," our hostess apologises. No, we believe that a front hall should be a part of every architect's plans and every home owner's specifications, no matter how small, for it fills a real need. Take the spacious great halls of those fine old mansions built a generation or two ago, with their enormous fireplaces, their dusky corners, the great gilt- framed mirrors, their handsomely decorated ceilings, polished floors, and magnificent wide stair-cases sweeping down into them majestically at the far end. There was a certain dignity of living then, when those halls were built, a graciousness of manner which would not countenance the sudden plunging of a stranger into the midst of the family group. Consider, too, those long center halls found so frequently in New England homes, which run straight through the house from front to back, affording delightful vistas in the spring and summer of a garden in the rear with close-clipped hedges and a smooth green lawn. These halls provided a dividing line be tween the living and dining quarters of the house, a plan which seems especially charming today when we use French doors for the same purpose, or a sort of gateway flanked by shelves. Yes, front halls are needed just as intro ductions are required to make two strangers feel at ease to gether. They afford a place for hurried conferences when unexpected guests arrive and word has to be got to the cook to lay extra places at the dinner table. They're the seat of private conferences, a sort of front line trench where one hears the good news or the bad news first. They offer warmth and com fort to laughing, red-cheeked children who come pushing and crowding and tumbling in, stamping off the snow, jerking off soggy mittens, unwrapping scarfs, rubbing ears and blowing noses. There should always be a closet in every front hall, preferably one concealed beneath the stairs, into which things can be shoved in a hurry when some one is glimpsed coming up the walk. It should be filled with roller-skates, golf clubs, rubbers, dog harnesses, umbrellas, card tables, curtain poles, toys, hats, coats and sweaters galore, until the danger is that the door may sud denly burst open one day when least expected and everything come flying out into the hall. Grandfather clocks belong in front halls, a few chairs, or a settee for wraps, a mirror, and a table for bundles, letters, gloves, and flowers. Small though an apartment or a house may be it should demand this common civility of a front hall. Life can be lived without one, true, but it will need to be a life that adjusts itself well to surprises and precipitous situations. It must also be able to devise some sort of substitute for that catch-all closet under the stairs. However do they manage this in those tiny apartments without front halls? HEDRICH-BLESSINO The round window in this hallway of the Kenneth Templeton residence in Lake Forest is surrounded with a white wire frame trimmed in gilt, having small three-candle gilt sconces on either side, candles providing the only light at night. Climbing ivy will in time completely encircle the window which is the dis tinguishing feature of this charming hallway. The walls are gray, the carpet a rich shade of green. Milman and Morphett were the architects; Miss Reynolds, Inc., A.I.D., the decorator. April, 1935 31 The Ruth Goes Marching On And an Array of Other Comments on Seasonal Sports WELL, I suppose we must have our Deans, our Pepper Martins, our Rogers Hornsbys, et al., for diver sion and an occasional thrill and headline in this game of baseball, which is fought more seriously in the newspapers than it is on the playing field. But when the saga of baseball is written into the nation's history and youngsters of the year 2035 ponder scornfully over the antics of their ancestors the name of George Herman Ruth, the orphan boy whom Gilbert and Sullivan should have known, will be the only one worth writing in large and imperishable letters. Although the move that sent the Babe to the Boston Braves of the National league probably was merely a clean-cut business deal, I find it just a little difficult to believe that the baseball moguls, despite their usual shortsighted attitude, did not carefully cal culate the benefits to the game involved in such a maneuver. But whether or not they figured it all in advance, this — the biggest thing that's happened in baseball since Babe signed a two-year contract for $160,000 with the Yankees in 1930 — was a smart bit of mental juggling. For twenty years, year in, year out, Babe has been the biggest name in baseball. And now twenty-one years after the orphan boy from Baltimore was sold to the Boston Red Sox as a pitcher, the name of George Her man Ruth figures as the biggest news of the training season, and his presence in a National league uniform as he levels his phenomenal eye at senior circuit pitching and aims at new fences will inject more of that intangible feature known as color into the happenings of eight other clubs, with out detracting a whit from occurrences in the American league. Just picture the situation if Babe had moved to the White Sox, or to Cleveland. The momentary flutter would have passed like enthusiasm in Cincinnati, where they might as well call it a season after open ing day. But now you can see Lou Gehrig at Comiskey Park when the Yankees come to town. And when the Braves move in to mix with the Cubs, why — Babe Ruth will be there. And so will I. The details of all this husza and hurrah have been duly chron icled in the daily papers, but a review of the past two months of Ruthian movements brings a few interesting thoughts. For months the future of the Babe has been bothering everybody apparently, excepting the Babe. On January 19 of this year, Boston's troubles were definitely settled, it seemed. Dog racing was out at Braves By Kenneth D. Fry Field, Judge Fuchs was firmly ensconced as president, and therefore Babe Ruth was not being considered further. Especially since Charles F. Adams was his staunchest sup porter on the Boston club. So it looked like the Bambino would take his provisional contract for one buck, march in to Jake Ruppert's office and talk business, if any. On January 23, it looked like Japanese Ambassador Hirosi Saito had solved Babe's future. He termed Ruth a "splendid am bassador of good will," after Babe's barn storming tour of Japan, and suggested we scrap our warships and settle our troubles with baseball teams. Well, somehow or other nothing came of that. On February 23, Babe Ruth went over to Artie McGovern's gym in New York, weighed 237 pounds, took a workout, and planned to leave next day to go hunting. On February 25, Babe said he was "good for several more seasons." I wish I could say as much. Anyhow, Ed Barrow, busi ness manager of the Yanks, said he'd make a big announcement next day. And he did — the biggest announcement baseball has had in a hell of a while. On February 26, Col. Jacob Ruppert, who brought Ruth to the Yanks in 1920 for $125,000, paid the skinny-ankled behemoth of swat $852,000 in salary during fifteen years, and built a large stadium and a big bankroll for his club thereby, gave his fun- loving fence buster an unconditional release. Babe scrawled his name immediately on a three year contract with the Braves, hooked his arm through Jake's and out they went to have a bucket of beer at Ruppert's brewery. The same day Diz;2;y Dean, who can't possibly be as crazy as he acts, resented all this here now Babe Ruth stuff. He resented it in print by raving in accepted fashion, thereby creating a controversy that turned out to mean nothing but which will help burn out bearings in National league turn stiles this season. Babe, simple soul at best, proved to be amazed at Dean's reaction, naturally, but the confusion was erased when they met in the south and expressed mutual admiration, affection, awe, and what have you. Now move back a few paragraphs and note the reference to Judge Fuchs at Bos ton, and also to Charles F. Adams, sup posed to be Ruth's supporter in the land of the broad A. (Leave that "A" in there, Mr. Printer.) On February 28, Babe went up to Boston to be the hero at a big party in his honor. Everybody was just as happy as hell, except ing, apparently, Mr. Adams, who sang the sour notes in the garden of love and rapped the Babe for some childish antics which Ruth thought had been buried along with his famous stomach ache of 1925. Now there, mah f rands, you have baseball. I suppose it lessens the monotony. Anyhow, Babe has been in the headlines since January, practically every day. Fur thermore, Rogers Hornsby thinks Ruth will hit one hundred homers in the National league, and Ford Frick, the new National league prexy, reverted to type (he's a for mer baseball writer) and predicted that Ruth would draw an extra half million customers through the gates. You'd think there never had been a National league before. Meanwhile the day approaches when the "crack of bat against horsehide resounds through major league parks," as our lead ing journalists will so aptly put it — again. And the Cubs and White Sox are still with us, if not with the leaders. Last year this optimistic and crazy correspondent strung along with the Cubs. They did not win the pennant, or did you know that? This year the Cubs will not win the pen nant again. The St. Louis Cardinals will win the flag. There's nothing like being original. And in the American league? Detroit? Nope. White Sox? Nope. Yankees? Nozzir. Cleveland? Well, I think so. Pin this on your wall and then bet any way you damned please. I don't know any thing about it either. It is pleasing to note that two of baseball's quietest and finest guys have found spots. Not good spots, but good enough. Riggs Stephenson, the hardest fellow to fan in the National league for many years, was let go by the Cubs. He's going to play outfield for Indianapolis. And Zach Taylor, the wandering catcher from Florida, will manage the Reading club. Zach used to be with the Cubs. He can hit the best iron shots of any golfer I know. Well, maybe excepting Johnny Farrell. No fighter in perfect health ever took a licking. Camera sprained his ankle, and consequently lost his title to Max Baer. Of course the fact that Baer slapped Primo on his bloomers half a dozen times didn't count. Now Max Schmeling comes along and picks on Steve Hamas. These are just two incidents which come to mind. Anyhow we are left with Camera and Schmeling as the main chal lengers for Baer's championship, since Primo pushed over Impellitiere. Jack Dempsey as referee was the standout in the ring. Now if the Gar- (Continued on page 42) 32 The Chicagoan MEMBERS OF THE PALETTE & CHISEL CLUB FOREGATHER TWICE AND THRICE WEEKLY FOR GROUP WORK IN THE PRINCIPAL CLUB STUDIO EXHIBITION GALLERY OF THE PALETTE & CHISEL ACADEMY OF FINE ARTS, WHERE WORKS OF MEMBERS ARE EXHIBITED AROUND THE YEAR Art Is Not Too Long The Palette &> Chisel Club Notes an Anniversary By N. P. Steinberg THE Palette & Chisel Academy of Fine Arts celebrates its fortieth year. The Academy is an organization of painters, sculptors, illustrators, decorators, designers, newspaper artists, cartoonists, etchers and wood-block printers. It is the oldest independent practical art association in America. That is to say, it is one of the few working art organizations of artists not identified with some public institution, or dependent upon financial endowment from the outside. Research into the Log Book of the organization confirms the reminiscences of Fred Larson, the only still active charter mem ber. The idea for this organization was conceived one night in 1895 at the Art Institute of Chicago. A group of students called a meeting at the studio of Arnold Bunch to discuss the idea. Present at that meeting were Fred Larson, Henry Hutt, Carl Mauch, Chas. J. Mulligan, Wilson Irvine, Richard Boehm, Arnold Bunch, Curtis Gandy, Davit Hunter, H. Wagner and L. H. Coakley. These eleven advanced students of the eve ning classes of the Art Institute were determind to work and develop their individualistic abilities and characteristics inde pendently and free from the dictates of instructors. At first they rented a large room at the old Athenaeum Build ing on Van Buren Street near Wabash Avenue, employed models to pose, and devoted their Sundays to drawing, paint ing and modeling in clay. But after a few such meetings these aggressive young men discovered that in order to make per capita assessments to keep their accounts balanced a formal organization was advisable. Accordingly, the "Palette 6? Chisel" was organized, with Carl Mauch as its first president. Lorado Taft, the well-known sculptor, offered to rent his studio on the seventh floor of the building to the group for their use on Sundays. The young men gladly accepted, first because Mr. Taft was known to be interested in young artists, and secondly because they felt he would be lenient with them should the rent not be paid promptly. The organization began to grow. Eventually Mr. Taft decided to give up this studio, but rec ommended the small organization so highly to the management of the building that the group became tenants in their own right. And so they remained for many years. In its very early days the late Frank Holme became a member. He was first among the newspaper artists in the country, a literary leader had he chosen to be, a good fellow to the core, and a constant and energetic worker. He found in the Palette fe? Chisel organization an outlet for his many talents. He worked for the organization, wrote for it, drew for it, and gave freely of his money, time and influence with the press and prominent people to help the organization. Mainly to Mr. Holme was due the first entertainment given by the group, a burlesque entitled II Janitore. He wrote the libretto, with the assistance of George Ade. The music, according to the program, was "too late to classify." II Janitore was hu morous in the extreme, and good enough to rate a column or two of comment in most Chicago newspapers. With such assistance and perseverance the Palette 5? Chisel boomed. New members, both active and associate, flocked in, active memberships (as today) constituting professional artists, associate members being laymen interested in the arts. Holme's fund of original ideas still gushed from him and he continued to work prodigiously. His enthusiasm spread to other talented members who, catching his spirit, assisted him in arranging many events in close succession, such as a Hobo Pink Tea, a Roman Night, an Antediluvian smoker, a Cuba Libre smoker, a Coco Talk, or Phrenologists' Night, many out ings, and finally, in 1900, Carmen, greatest of all grandstand operas, in "three acts and six spasms"; Carmen with improved rag-time music. Some of Holme's assistants in these productions were Henry Hutt, the two Leyendecker brothers, J. R. S. Williams, Henry Thiede, Wilson Irvine, Alfred Jansson, Fred Larson, Lawrence Mazsanovich, and E. N. Thayer. On February 12, 1898, the Palette 6? Chisel organization opened the first Salon de Refuse held in Chicago. Newspaper clippings in the Log Book give amusing accounts of this exhibit in screaming headings such as "Art for the Masses," "Salon de Refuse opens in a Blaze of Glory — the Biggest Show on Earth." This burlesque exhibition poked good-natured fun at the works of Chicago artists exhibiting at the then current show at the Art Institute. Some of the April, 1935 33 Lake Louise Emerald Lake Canadian Rock'm Lovely Lake Louise — a green jade jewel in its setting of snow-capped j*^~ limit 11 lit lil<} . M ERICAS Votfue IN VACATION! ,. and aqain prices way down r rF you have been thinking of Banff as a thrill that must wait for better times, kget the facts. Learn how much more Banff gives you for the cost of an ordinary vacation. Golf, on a world- famous course — Riding — Hiking skyline trails — Fishing well- stocked waters — Dancing — Swim ming in fresh or warm sulphur water mountain pools. Each High-Peak Moment Out-thrills the Last! You revel at Banff Springs Hotel, lovely Chateau Lake Louise, Emerald Lake Chalet. Plenty of time for play. The spruce-scented air breathes romance. Every view has breath taking beauty. Or you just loaf and rest. You'll eat ravenously, sleep dreamlessly and come back with memories to last a lifetime. Rates for 1935 Exceptionally Low! Rates — Banff Springs Hotel, European Plan: Single, $5.50 up; Double, $8.50 up. Chateau Lake Louise, European Plan: Single, $5.00 up; Double, $8.00 up. Emerald Lake Chalet, Amer ican Plan: Single, $7.00 per day; Double, $6.50 per person per day. Reduced family rates. Re ductions for long stays. Also ALL-EXPENSE, Bargain Tours: 6 Wonderful Days, $70; 4 Color ful Days, $55. Tours begin at Banff or Field. All-expense tours begin June 21. Banff Springs Hotel open June 16 to September 10; Chateau Lake Louise and Emerald Lake Chalet — June 21 to September 10. Ask your own Travel Agent or THOS. J. WALL, General Agent 71 East Jackson Boulevard, Chicago Telephone: Wabash 1904 Overlooking Emerald Lake in Us glorious, primeval setting. No wonder people boast, "I've played Banff." This Canadian Rockies set ting provides thrills no other course can duplicate. After a refreshing dip, gay, informal groups gather for sun-tanning in the spruce-scented Alpine air at Banff I otels N. P. STEINBERG, NORMAN ANDERSON, HUBERT J. MARGRAF, ART HUHTA, ROY KEISTER, JAMES TOPPING AND PAUL SCHULZE AT THE ETCHING PRESS works were supposed to represent a "loan" exhibit from the Art Institute, and burlesqued the prize winning paintings of the original collection. Others were amusing but clever take- offs on the part of members of the organization. The catalog of the Salon de Refuse bears the following intro duction and explanatory preface: "Be it especially under stood, by way of explanation, that while all of the members of the organization are represented in this exhibit, they did not have masterpieces refused. In fact, several members did not send any at all. All pictures are for sale, 30 cents per square yard. The canvas is good and may be used again. Inquire at the Lake Front Dump." According to the newspaper com ments the spirit of burlesque that pervaded the Salon de Refuse was thoroughly enjoyed. The irresistible copies of the prize winning pictures at the Art Institute were recognized at once. This "masterly" collection of the realistic school, according to the catalog, was "judged by a competent jury, the janitor and the conductors of the two elevators" in the old Athenaeum building having been secured to act in that capacity. These entertainments and exhibitions over a period of years, although gay in spirit, had much of merit in them, and won for the organization many friends and admirers. Uppermost in the minds and hearts of the members during all of this period, however, was the more important original aim "to work and develop," which aim far exceeded the enter tainment features. The last thirty years have seen the ac complishment of these aims and aspirations of the organization and its membership. The then student members have grown to be outstanding professional artists, the organization matur ing with them. It is a matter of record that many of the best known of the country's painters, sculptors, illustrators, de signers, etchers and men known for their wood-block color-prints were or still are members of the Palette &? Chisel Academy of Fine Arts. For instance, to name a few: Eugene Savage, Victor Higgins, Walter Ufer, Martin Hennings, Oskar Gross, Gustave Baumann, Jeff Grant, Wilson Irvine, Ezra Winter, Albin Polesak A long list of the country's leading illustrators also are on the organization's roster, such as the Leyendecker brothers, David Robinson, J. L. Williams, Leroy Baldridge and De Alton Valentine. In the spring of 1921 the organization moved to its present home at 1012 N. Dearborn Street. The members themselves financed the purchase of the new headquarters, which had been a large residence. The top floor was transformed into a large studio; the roof was raised with steel beams supporting it and new sky-lights added. The lighting facilities, a very elaborate undertaking, realized the plans of Jack Ryan, an associate member, who did the entire job himself. The whole building was renovated by the members under the direction of Edward Holslag, an artist member. The lower floor was transformed into a large exhibition gallery, with reception rooms and a library. The CowBell, the official magazine of the organization at 34 The Chicagoan HL, «- jR . ^H -: |LS R- >\ i wf ^ '" OSCAR B. ERICKSON, OTTO HAKE AND FRED T. LARSON ARE SEEN MAKING LINOLEUM AND WOOD-BLOCK COLOR PRINTS AT THE PALETTE & CHISEL CLUB first, came into existence about 1913. The name was taken from the huge cow-bell with which the meetings were called to order in the old-days. The world war put a quietus upon this effort, but in 1921 the magazine was revived under the new name of Palette & Chisel. During the summer months the organ ization for many years maintained a place at Fox Lake for out door painting and sketching. The summer camp was the prop erty of the organization and comprised a club house of sufficient size to accommodate about seventy-five persons. Work is the watchword of the organization always, but it is the kind of work that inspires every member with an absorbing interest. Models are posed on Tuesday and Thursday evenings throughout the year; and on Sundays from November to May. Competent criticism is provided for, but plenty more of a most frank and vigorous sort is volunteered by well-known artists and members. The visitor to this haven of artistic industry finds an array of objects on every hand which signal the appreciative eye, and demand more than passing attention. A glimpse into the big studio on the third floor of the present home would appeal to the heart of any devout student. The visitor's interest is first challenged by the model, always the central figure of the group. Then the visitor's attention is drawn to the semicircle of artists, seldom less than twenty of them, working with an earnestness and energy which must acquit them of any possible charge that they are engaged in a purposeless amusement. The artists nearest the model's throne are squatted on low stools; those in the crescent tier immediately behind are seated in chairs; and the workers in the outer circle are standing before their tall easels. There is not a face in the entire group which is not animated with the glow of genuine concentration and pleasure. When the time keeper calls a halt at 10 o'clock he is invariably greeted with sighs and expressions of regret that the three hours of work have flown so quickly. Each member of the organization is free to choose his own medium of artistic expression. Some work in charcoal or crayon or water color during these study hours, although the majority prefer to use palette and brush. Occasionally some try their hands at etching and wood-block carving. Many in teresting lectures on various phases of art are also provided by prominent artists. Besides the studio facilities, the Palette fe? Chisel Academy of Fine Arts maintains interesting and educational exhibits during the year. Annual exhibitions of water colors by the members are held during the first part of the year. These are followed by the Black and White show, comprising draw ings, etchings and lithographs. During the month of May the annual exhibition of oil paintings by the members is held. This is regarded as the big show of the year. The Palette fe? Chisel gold medal is awarded by a vote of the members to the most outstanding or meritorious painting. This year several members contemplate a cash prize to be given by a vote of a jury to ^OUken the bloom of LJjoutli is on ladies faces . . . you can be sure that vDLissaoetn • /irden faut it there! The Arc/en Look is everywhere seen, everywhere admired. Miss Arden is vicariously paid a compli ment every time a radiant person is told, "How lovely you look!" For it is Elizabeth Arden who has proved that every woman possesses the potentialities of loveliness. That women listen to her . . . believe in her . . . follow her concepts, is a source of joy to them as well as to Miss Arden. In the Elizabeth Arden Salon, no sign of age is accepted as permanent. Not a line, not a wrinkle must mar the face of the woman who places her self wholly in Miss Arden's care. Crepey throat, sagging contours, coarse skin texture . . . all, all become Might-Have-Beens. In their place comes the exquisite Arden Look. This is the look of distinc tion, this is the look of youth. The way to the Arden Look is through the Salon. Here you can enjoy a delightful change-about-face through Miss Arden's inimitable Vienna Youth Mask and her much-beloved Sensation Treatment. Come in for the pleasure of a beauty consultation. LJu^aJiem -iAwem/ 70 EAST WALTON PLACE • Superior 6952 £ arewell to Age! ©1935 ea April, 1935 35 le AR E SO INCONSISTENT cA-Uid at <^/UX,Ul&lll ?? At^^ * IOU know the people I mean. They consult interior decorators when they select their furnishings. They insure them against fire and theft. But when these valuable possessions are to be cleaned, they entrust them to almost anyone." Furnishings, to retain their distinctive charm and beauty, should be cleaned as expertly as they were made. Such authorities on in terior decorating as David Zork, and Ren- shaw and Darling recommend Davies to their clients because they know that Davies' spe cialized skill protects fine fabrics, preserves richness of color, and in every way restores furnishings to their original beauty. Why not follow the advice of these author ities when you have your cleaning done this Spring and be sure your finest furnish ings are given the proper care. Davies ser vice is available no matter where you live. r\ v DRY CLEANING FOR... ANTIQUES • LACES • TAPESTRIES HANGINGS • UPHOLSTERED FURNITURE RUGS • AND ALL FINE INTERIOR DECORATIONS L^t/^ J-elevltaue ^-aiLiwiet 4204 2349 COTTAGE GROVE AVENUE an outstanding painting, besides the Palette and Chisel gold medal. One-man exhibits are also held from time to time. An inter esting feature, too, is the annual sketch or small picture show, held each November. Choice pictures are hung to be sold under the organization's unique bidding plan. Bids may be made at any time during the course of the exhibition. All bids are registered when made, and the highest bid to date on any pic ture is made known to subsequent bidders for their guidance. A general auction is then held on the last evening of the ex hibition. Pictures are sold to the person who has registered the highest bid for that picture during the exhibit, unless some one offers more, in which case the highest bidder takes the picture. All the small paintings are donated by the members and the proceeds go to the organization. These sketch shows present an opportunity for all art lovers to procure meritorious works of all kinds at nominal prices, while at the same time assisting one of the outstanding artists' organizations in the country to carry on. Visitors are always welcome. Plans are now in preparation for the 40th Anniversary Ju bilee to be held the first week in November of this year. It is hoped that many old members and friends from distant lands will be present to renew old acquaintances and celebrate the event with the newer members and friends^ The officers for 1935 are: Hubert J. Margraf President Roy C. Keister ViccPres. Paul Schulze 2nd Vice-Pres. James Topping Treasurer Chas. H. Cooke Secretary Othmar J. Hoffler Artist Director Norman Anderson ' Artist Director Frank T. M. Beatty Artist Director Chas. E. Selleck Fellowship Director Contract Bridge A New Defense Weapon By E. M. Lagron IN this article I shall call this a new weapon, however, such is not the case. Although it is new to a vast majority of players, it has been used for many years by the stronger players of, particularly, Chicago. It so happens that I was one of the first to include it in the written text and, because I have released several examples of its application, the bridge editors of various newspapers have called this method "the Lagron Ruffing Echo." This, of course, is flattering to me and for want of a better name, I accept the honor, but decline to usurp the glory for its origin. I am sure that this must have been invented years and years ago by some very fine, capable old whist player, fie that as it may, today it is known as the "Lagron Ruffing Echo." To appreciate better the value of this weapon let us take the following situation : 1st. You are seated in the West position 2nd. South is the declarer 3rd. The contract is 4 hearts 4th. Your opening lead was a singleton diamond 5th. Your partner won the trick and returned a diamond which you "ruffed." Here is your problem — what are you going to lead — a spade or a club? Oh! I know the answer — my readers are going to say that it depends entirely upon the cards in the dummy, plus the spade and club holding in their hands. Yes, that is true but only partially true. There are two prime objectives that must be considered. 1st. Can you throw the lead to your partner so that he, in turn may give you another opportunity to "ruff" a diamond 2nd. If you cannot get him "in" again — which lead will please him the most, the Spade or the Club? Here is where those players who use the so-called "Lagron The Chicagoan Ruffing Echo" have a very decided advantage over players who are not familiar with this weapon. Remember, you are sitting in the West position — your opening lead was a singleton dia mond which your partner (in the East) won and returned a dia mond. With the "Lagron Ruffing Echo" — the return of a high diamond by East tells the West player that after "ruffing," East wants West to lead a card from the higher of the two suits in question. In this case a high diamond would call for a spade lead. Had the East player returned a small diamond West should, after "ruffing" play a card from the lower ranking of the two suits, namely: clubs. This may sound a little complicated, but it is not. You have only to remember that in such positions there are only two possible suits that West can lead (eliminating the consid eration of a trump lead). The average player guesses and any defense tactics supported by "guess" cannot be accurate. At the very best it can be only 50% effective. The "Lagron Ruf fing Echo" is 100% effective. The rule is simple. If your partner is going to "ruff" a suit, the lead of a high card in that suit by you commands your partner (after he has "ruffed" and won the trick) to lead a card from the higher ranking of the two remaining suits. The lead of a low card re quests the play of the lower suit. N ow, let's declare clubs trump. Your part ner's opening lead is a singleton spade — which you have won. You are going to return the spade and give him the "ruff" which he has asked for. When he has "ruffed" — what will he play? There are only two choices left — hearts and diamonds. If you want the heart lead (after he "ruffs") — lead a big spade. Perhaps you prefer the diamond. If so, lead a small spade — the lead of a small spade will tell your partner that you wish him to lead the lower ranking of the two suits in question. Some players have the impression that the "Lagron Ruffing Echo" is used only to show a re-entry in the hand. This is not true. There may be no immediate re-entry, but, the echo may be used to prevent a disastrous lead. Suppose after the opening of a singleton diamond lead by West, the dummy exposes this situation: s H D C K Q K Q J 10 10 6 4 4 7 6 3 Now, go back to the situation outlined in the first part of this article — place yourself in the East position. Your partner, West, opened the singleton diamond, the dummy played the ten (10) spot which you won with the jack. Which diamond are you going to return for your partner's "ruff"? Well, let's take a look at your hand — S H D C Q 3 A.J 9 2 Q 10 2 99 •2 (Note only twelve cards shown as first trick has been played and won by the Diamond Jack.) With the exception of the diamond suit, you have very little chance of taking any more tricks unless the declarer attempts the spade finesse (note: K-J-4 in dummy) and — a spade lead by your partner would ruin all chances of that. Hence, you must prevent a spade lead by calling for clubs! To do so, you lead your smallest diamond which gives your partner the "ruff" which he requested and also commands him to lead clubs. Any defensive weapon as deadly accurate as this cannot be ignored. Every player should include it in his game. I was particularly impressed during my play in the New York tourna ment last month to find that almost every strong Eastern player had adopted this convention. Today I am receiving requests from all over the country for further information concerning this play and bridge authors are including it in their new edi tions. I want the readers of The Chicagoan to have this material in advance of a general release and I hope that they will all include it among their defensive tactics — Remember, it is 100% effective! LESS OCEAN Fun Begins 1,000 Miles Inland Two days of sheltered travel down the St. Lawrence . . . picturesque inland scenery for one-third of your trip to Europe. Fun starts right away . . . sports, dances, good meals, new friends ! Isn't that a new and comfortable way to go? Frequent sailings from Quebec: Empress of Britain, $220 up; Empress of Australia, $157 up . . . First Class. From Montreal : Duchesses, $149 up ; Mont ships, $131 up . . . Cabin Class. Tourist Class on all ships, $188 up, round trip. All-expense tours ... 4 weeks and longer. $297 and up. Tours for every purse and purpose. Trains direct from Chicago ... 21 hours to Montreal. Also trains to ship's side, Quebec. Did you know that Europe is 375 miles nearer to Chicago, if you go Canadian Pacific? 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Thereafter so powerful did the cities along the northern sea become that in the Thirteenth Century the Hanseatic League was formed for mutual pro' tection and assistance, particularly in trade against Venice, Genoa and Pisa on the Mediterranean. For almost four cen' turies this league of cities brought riches and culture to the far north, Sweden and Denmark playing a powerful part in Eu' ropean trade and wars. Following the defeat of Charles XII of Sweden by Peter the Great of Russia, Swedish supremacy on the Baltic waned. She lost Finland to the Russ. European wars tossed the peoples along the Baltic from one conqueror to another, but the sturdy racial characteristics and traditions are today maintained to perhaps a greater extent than other nations of Europe. Because of this the Baltic Sea is looming large in the tourist world. The cities are beautiful and indi- vidual, the rural districts quaint and peaceful. So let us board the Empress of Australia at Southampton on June 28 to see the infinite variety and color of these northern capitals. Sailing through Dover Strait and across the North Sea, at the head of the mighty Christiania Fjord is Oslo, a white city with red tile roofs, looking seaward, the gayest city of the north. It curves round its harbor in an amphitheatre of pine clad hills. Around a tree girt square are grouped the Parlia ment House, the National Theatre with its statues of Ibsen and Bjornsen, the Fredericiana University and the Northern Mu seum. Here are three Viking ships in good state of preserva tion, one of them, the Oseberg ship, built as the tomb of a ninth century princess. These ships were dug up from ground where they had lain in clay for a thousand years. Oslo was founded in 1048, renamed in honor of King Chris tian IV in 1624, but given its ancient title in 1925. Burnt many times, few of its buildings date before the Sixteenth Century, but in the midst of modern architecture is an interesting church of timber built in the Twelfth Century. It is a modern city and beautiful, but with an ancient pride that shows itself in the air of its people. A charming resort is Zoppot, the port of Danzig, one of the cities of the Hanseatic League. The port has a gay modern life but a twenty mile drive brings the mediaeval "free city." Its famous Town Hall, museums and 38 The Chicagoan CANADIAN PACIPIC HELSINGFORS, "THE WHITE CITY OF THE NORTH" vast Fourteenth Century Church of Saint Mary bring a glimpse of a gallant city of the past. Along miles of winding fjords plies the ship till suddenly rising out of quiet waters appears the granite city of Stockholm, built originally on three islands. Clean as a whistle is its water front, and on the rivers that flow deep in the heart of the city float great steamers and little sail boat freighters. The Swed ish capital is magnificently situated. Along its lovely streets are tiny green tables where all the world drinks coffee in the shade of drooping elms. A fashionable suburb is Ulriksdal, where lives the royal family of Bernadotte. At Upsala the five century old uni versity and pagan temple. At Sodermalm one is taken up the cliff in two great elevators. Skansen is what the Swedes call a hill garden. Here are reproductions of the rural districts, old wooden churches and farmhouses in characteristic surroundings. Combined with ancient architecture are the most modern and original buildings. The new Town Hall, twenty years under construction, has been called the only important architectural structure of the twentieth century. Art and music flourish with literature in public regard — its civic opera is world famous, its university equally so. But for travellers one of the great appeals is the restaurants, hundreds of them, where one may have atmosphere and an excellent lunch for fifty cents and dine for one dollar, which price includes tips. But don't fall too quickly for the appetizers, the food which follows is just as attractive. In strong contrast to Stockholm is the next port of call, Leningrad, founded by Peter the Great on land wrested from the Swedes, and formerly named for him. Leningrad contains many specimens of unique and tremendous architecture. Along the Neva are the palaces of the former nobility, now used as museums and educational centers. Nota ble is the Winter Palace, the residence of the Czars, which now houses the famous Hermitage Museum. The great churches have had the ikons pulled from their altars by the Soviets and many are falling into decay. But the parks in the former cap ital are rarely beautiful and are now filled with young people at their games. Four hundred miles inland is Moscow, the center of the great social experiment which today is Russia. A city of oriental splendor, its Byzantine architecture is rapidly giving way to modern buildings, its narrow curving streets being straightened. Standing on Red Square one looks at the Krem lin and back to feudal days, but forward with interest to the great plans made by the present regime. A city shrouded in mystery is Helsingfors, capital of Fin land. No one is certain of the origin of the Finns, but students are agreed they are of Mongol extraction, closely related to the Magyars of Hungary. But that race transplanted centuries ago to the far north has produced a people of strong indi viduality and with a love of freedom which has survived domination by both Swede and Russ. All this is strongly marked in Helsingfors — buildings are built on an heroic scale of granite, the Diet Building housing the government of the republic is severe in outline and flanked by huge Doric pillars. The statuary and paintings in the buildings and along the streets hr L' THEY'RE MAKING HISTORY IN »'• ill . . . IT'S A NEW WORLD SUPER-IMPOSED ON THE OLD ?ERMANY bids you welcome to the land which today, more than ever, en joys the distinction of being Europe's most interesting country. To all of Germany's famous tourist attractions there is now added the fascinating spectacle of a great nation reborn. Yet the background of these truly modern impressions is the Germany of song and story, of romance and chivalry, historic interest and scenic charm. is the center of music and art in Europe. No where else may the art lover and cultured traveler derive so keen an enjoyment of the finer and better things of life, such as the Wagner, Bach and Handel Festivals; mag nificent symphonies, and masterpieces of archi tecture, painting and sculpture. Great social events enhance the lustre and gaiety of the German season. Everywhere there is the stirring enthusiasm of lively sports in preparation for the Olympic Games. Make your headquarters in one of the beau tiful, cosmopolitan cities — Berlin, Dresden, Muenchen, Hamburg, Koeln. Leisurely ex plore both town and countryside. Rest or play in one of Germany's famous and fashionable health resorts. Germany is always your courteous and honest host. Railroad fares have been reduced 60 per cent, and Registered Mark Travelers Checks are available at a large discount. For a modest expenditure — you can realize in Germany your life's dream: A truly ideal vacation. Write for booklet No. 62. 10011? AtttUUrraartJ of the German Railroad, the world's largest railroad enterprise GERMAN TOURIST INFORMATION OFFICE 665 Fifth Avenue, at 53rd Street, New York, N. Y. April, 1935 "SPRING FEVER - - ? Probably only Internal Sluggishness!" The regular drinking of Corinnis Spring Water helps to rid the body of poisons that tend to cause drowsiness and slug gishness. 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Visby on the island of Gottland is another city of the Hanse- atic League and the remains of the ancient fortifications can be seen today smothered in roses. All round the city are attractive resorts with growing tourist business. Across the Skagerrak from Oslo is Copen' hagen, a glorious city of light and laughter, truly cosmopolitan. The Danish capital is busy, but at night residents and visitors pursue pleasure in famous cafes as ardently as they chase the elusive dollar during the day. Intimate little cafes line its streets, beautiful buildings on every hand, glorious gardens and glimpses of blue water. Here is the home of the Royal Porce' lain Works, but better still, of Thorvaldsen, the famous sculptor whose great work Christ has the reverence of all who see it in Von Frues Kirk. The flower market is a fascinating spot presided over by Amager peasant women who wear bulky skirts, huge shawls and bonnets with white kerchiefs tied over them. In spite of fire and siege, many historic buildings are pre' served. A massive building, the Round Tower, serves as an observatory. Everywhere are flats heated by china stoves, very gay homes, particularly on a wedding day. Hamburg since the Twelfth Century has been a city of trade. Today its miles and miles of wharves see ships from all the world. Sailormen call it a wicked city, but they seldom see beyond the docks. A German city, it has its fine art galleries, music halls and gardens, overpowering statuary, notably the Bismarck Monument, early Renaissance architecture and neat modern residential sections. Its zoological park is one of the finest in the world. And Berlin is only two and a half hours away by fast train. Across the North Sea again is London — London, largest city of the world in Jubilee Year — its buildings and traditions familiar to all, but never so glamorous as it will be this summer. Plane People (Begin on page 19) a transport pilot's license and has logged 400 hours of flying. The Peterkins, en famille, usually ac companied by their Scotty and Dachshund, may be glimpsed any nice day at Curtiss. Their beautiful green Stinson is wheeled onto the line, and mechanics climb busily around it, giving it a quick but thorough last minute inspection. Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin, Jr., the dogs, and sometimes their three- year old daughter climb in and take off. One airplane is not enough for Dean Owsely. Four ships, no more, no less, are his. They graduate from a tiny Aeronca to a snappy two place red Waco F sport ster. Next in line are two four passenger luxuriously up holstered Stinson cabin planes. So no matter what his mood is, whether local airport flying or long cross-country hops, Mr. Owsely is well airplaned. Gail Borden, leading columnist on the Times, who hears everything worth hearing in Chicago and records it in his in imitable manner, has been flying since 1924. Mr. Borden had a crack up about two years ago, but this unfortunate occur rence didn't damper his ardor for flying. He is often seen around Pal-Waukee with his good friend, Bill Boyd. Codes, worries from Washington and alphabetical bug-bears are all left behind when Louis Severens, George Fisher and George Brannen of "The Street" come out to Curtiss. High altitudes make them forget their trials and tribulations, the bad ticker news. Another aerial vacationist on the West Coast this winter is Sydney Spiegel, Jr. He made the trip in his new black and silver Stinson. And Edward Younkers, of the Younker Res taurants on the North and South sides of Chicago, Hies for his relaxation. C. L. Menser, production manager for the Cen tral Division of NBC, claims that flying is his way of escaping the monotony of everyday living. Competing with Dean Owsely at Curtiss is Leslie Younghusband of Pal-Waukee, a former aviator with The Chicagoan the Canadian Air Forces. At the end of the war, Mr. Young- husband had 2,000 hours to his credit as an instructor. A lot of hours, as any pilot will tell you. This daring young man has organized an impressive air force all his own. He now possesses four airplanes; a Loening Amphibian, a Fairchild cabin, a J-6 Pitcairn Mailwing, which he recently purchased from Eastern Air Transport, and a specially built Arup. The Arup is the unusual looking ship that caused so much com ment at the last National Air Races in Chicago. Mr. Young- husband had the designer incorporate some of his own ideas in his special job. Wiley Post and Amelia Earhart helped make the Lock heed planes famous. Walter Piper and E. O. Beardsley re cently purchased a Lockheed Vega to take them places. They keep it in the hangar at Pal-Waukee. After his skillful fingers have labored all day to lessen human suffering, Dr. Charles Lieber, chief surgeon of Lake County Hospital, hastens to Pal-Waukee Airport. His Waco A cabin ship helps him soar above all earthly ills. Lloyd Laflin of Lake Forest has been an ardent airman for the past eight years. His newest airplane is a Waco four passenger cabin job. Not many privately owned ships can boast as complete an instrument panel as Mr. Laflin has in his ship. Airports through the West are never surprised when Albert A. Sprague, Jr. drops in on them from the skies in his Stinson. He is a most enthusiastic private flyer. Ralph Isham, who is flying a Fairchild four place cabin plane at the moment, commutes regularly between Pal-Waukee and his home in Lake Geneva. This winter the ice has been strong enough to allow him to land on the lake. During the summer, he uses the landing field he has had made next to his home. Chester Faust is flying a Travelair Sport job. William Boyd has been flying for the past six years, through all kinds of weather. His new ship is a Fairchild cabin plane. The social aspect of flying is not neglected at the Aviation Country Clubs. Rumors have been heard around the hangars of big plans that are being drafted for the coming spring and summer. Aerial treasure hunts, dances at the Club house, in formal dinners. Fun and good fellowship reign at these get to- gethers. Relief (Begin on page 21) middle aged man, a bit thread bare but very neat and spruce, applied for relief, was given a temporary order and asked to bring his property papers the next day. Bright and early he appeared and, in the course of the inter view, told the property advisor that he had been promised a steady clerical job, to start in three weeks time, and had hoped that he would be able to manage without aid. "Three weeks would have seemed a very short period to wait if they had not been preceded by three interminable years," he sighed, and opened the envelope containing his deeds. The property man took the bundle of papers, shook them out, and had the shock of his life when several ten dollar bills fluttered out. Grate fully and tearfully the old man gathered up his treasures, can celled his application for relief and went off home, thankful that this forgotten hoard had made it possible for him and his family to "make out" until his new job broke. Men like him are few and far between, the average client feeling, perhaps justifiably, that the budget allowance is far too small and that any method of supplementing it is not only fair but clever. Sev eral clients have been known to purchase property while accept ing relief^ using work relief funds, and then to write complain ing letters to Springfield and Washington because they were not granted extra allowances to take care of taxes and carrying charges. One chap, exceedingly well educated and alert, thinks of the Relief as a sort of four leaf clover or luck piece, as he found outside employment, on three separate occasions, the day after making application for relief. This is far from the usual atti tude of the men, who, upon making application, sit back with a sense of accomplishment and wait for the monthly gro cery order. The communal spirit is rampant in the waiting room. In one Double size lipstick in six subtle shades. Automatic case, in strik ing enamel colors $12^ Refills, 50c Better shops will show you the rfunies and other creations of ruxce Maimooeui New York Number of books published in U. S. S. R. in Mast IS years, compared with 30 years preced ing. Each volume represents a billion books. More progress... more travel thrills in the SOVIET UNION Even as it challenges your mind, the U. S. S. R. will thrill your senses. It's the vital goal of any well-planned trip to Europe . . . it's what your friends will ask about first when you get back. Plan to spend more time there. Summer sessions at Moscow University are open for registration . . . Art Festival in Leningrad June 1. Travel costs are low . . . basic all-inclusive rates are $15 per day First Class, $8 per day Tourist Class, $5 per day Third Class. Join one of the many special groups or go it alone. YOUR TRAVEL AGENT HAS COMPLETE INFORMATION INTOURIST, INC. U. S. Representative of the Travel Co., of the U.S.S.R., 545 Fifth Ave., N. Y. Write for interesting Booklet CM-4 and map I April, 1935 41 AS SOFT AS BABY'S WITH OUR MACHINELESS PERMANENT WAVE A permanent wave — without electricity, and no weighty apparatus to bow your head! Best of all, it leaves your hair as soft and silky as a baby's, and your wave will look as natural d>a> pa as if you were born with it. 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Until a recent ruling requiring men to make up all time lost from work relief projects was put into effect, there were epidemics that depleted the projects so badly that some of the jobs had to be closed down. Some observant soul noticed that although the jobs were empty, pool rooms and lounging places were well filled, so now the boys either work the hours assigned to them, or make up time on Saturdays or evenings, to most a repellent idea. O bservers have noticed tremendous addi tions to the vocabularies of Relief clients. Men and women un able to write their names have become as facile as college pro fessors in their usage of long and technical words. ""Supple mentary Budget Increase," "Special Diet for Secondary Anemia," "Low Protein Diet," "Vocational Maladjustment," and myriads of other cabalistic combinations roll off their tongues as easily as hyphenated curses from a retired longshoreman. They would be stumped if asked for the definition for any of these terms that they use so well, but they certainly know the practical meaning — more money on the budget allowance. The prize Relief story is about a man who, refused a work relief job because he was a single man, left the station only to return a few hours later announcing that he had been hitched. And to a widow with a gang of kids too. There's a brave man who really wanted to work. Brilliant parallels have been drawn between the Relief and the much publicised French Foreign Legion. Both groups are enlisted from all classes, nationalities, and professions. Both groups include liars, thieves, killers, as well as men of integrity and ability temporarily side-tracked by hard times. But there the parallel ceases, for the Legionnaire soon loses all hope and ambi tion, while the Relief client steadfastly believes that things are getting better and that soon he will be on top the heap. The Hollywood Barons have seen the news value of the French Foreign Legion, and five bucks will get you ten if there isn't a super-colossal Relief Drama released within the year. Sports DISTRIBUTORS: McKESSON & ROBBINS, Incorporated (Begin on page 32) den can get the mud out of its hair, Schmeling and Camera might be brought together, and the winner tossed in with Baer. By that time Joe Louis, the colored boy, should be ready for a crack at Max, if he isn't a doddering old man by then. I say the Garden because it's becoming very apparent, despite efforts of scribes here to shove our commission into the matchmaking business, that nobody here has what it takes to bring about a heavyweight championship fight. Apol ogies if I'm wrong, and I hope I'm wrong. But right or wrong, she's our country — but where the hell was I? Joe Louis' handlers deny emphatically that the dynamiting colored lad is ready for Max. Well, then, let's toss him in with King Levinsky. Remember him? And if Schmeling, that Nazi-totsy boy, can't be lured here, let Louis have Camera. Betcha he belts the big Eyetalian out. If these guys won't fight, let *em starve. It won't make much difference either way. Jack Dempsey's going to crash that Madison Square Garden picture just as sure as anything. Jack's now settled in New York, getting more publicity for his new restaurant than the Dionnes are for their quintuplets. And every day the Garden comes closer and closer to bringing a fightin' man into the seat of authority. That Dempsey man is still the logical fellow to be in there running boxing and making matches. He knows where to kick the thugs when they go haywire, which is more often than often. George Lott took time off from profes sional tennis to watch the Big Ten indoor track meet at the U. of C. field house, and allowed that it was "swell to have money in the bank." Also allowed that this pro tennis is pretty strenuous business. Said he did plenty sleeping the first 42 The Chicagoan week he was on tour. Looked healthier and seemed better natured than I've ever seen him. If the genial folk who run this publica tion will kindly go out for a beer this correspondent will mix business with business for a moment. To those sports-minded people who break down and listen to reports of events via radio, take heart. John Tunis, who is probably the most thoughtful sports writer in the country, has been signed by NBC. He'll be heard around and about at various events this spring and summer. The fact that he's tops in sports writing doesn't, of course, make him a sports announcer but I happen to have heard the fellow and can recommend him — something that this department has never done before. So if you're tired of the Husings and the McNamees, don't give up. Give Tunis a trial, and if you no like, then I'll give up. If I haven't already. My point along these lines is that Tunis, because of his long experience as a sports reporter and his unquestioned intelligence, accuracy, judgment, and personality should give him a distinct edge over those gentlemen who depend on speedy talk, worked-up enthusiasm, and reputations in radio rather than the sports field for their alleged popularity. It looks like the most constructive move made yet in this field. Casual comments on cur rent CONDITIONS: Harold Osborn, now 38, is essaying a comeback as a high jumper. ... All well and good, I'm for it. . And he did fairly well, with a leap of 6 feet, 6 inches at the K. of C. games. ... But he's listed as a student at the Philadelphia College of Osteopathy. . . . And has been for some time. . . . How long does a guy go to school in this country anyhow? . . . Count Arthur and Our Reigh, sons of Reigh Count, Derby winner in 1928, are nominated for the 1935 Kentucky Derby by Mrs. John D. Hertz. ... Our Reigh is a son of Reigh Count and Anita Peabody, the equine romance which was so widely publicized. ... I like Psychic Bid, which means he probably won't even start. . . . He's a Chance Play c0lt. ... My idea of two things not to do: Flying with Wiley Post in the substratosphere and meandering with Malcolm Campbell down the beach at 276 m.p.h. . . . Just a horse and buggy guy. . . . And am I tired. For Art's Sake A Sculptor Puts Down His Chisel By Genevieve Creighton NO woman who seeks becoming personality and real beauty in her coiffure can even dream of anything more ultimate than to have her hair dressed by a genuine artist and sculptor — one who would study her type and her mood and use all the technique of the painted picture and the sculptured figure to produce a true work of art. 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Now, not only has this sculptor found a more prolific outlet for his talents, but he has created a new stratum of admirers — those hundreds of women who come to him seeking only a becoming hair dress and go away highly appreciating, in a practical sense, the beauty of the fine arts — and wearing a living sample. H is flair for expression is brought out most vividly in his creation of The Breeze, a gay, tripping coiffure for the lively young lady who is suited to it. It must be described first by saying that it is nothing like the wind blown bob which had the effect of the hair being ruffled by the wind. In The Breeze, the hair represents the gentle puffing of the wind itself, not the results of it, and is smoothly molded and fixed, looking just like you imagine small puffs and swirls of air would look if you could see them. But Monsieur Louis is still a sculptor for surely you would not rob him of that title merely because he has abandoned the lifelessness of clay for the vibrance of the genuine article. Easter (Begin on page 18) don't he? Right successful, too! You remember, Sarah, I told you way back when Ruth had the house full of young fellows, I says to you, 'That black haired one's the best for Ruth.1 Well — you see." "I see," agreed Sarah. "We're all very fond of Henry." With a wave of his hand Uncle Ned called their attention to the travelers on the platform. "Notice these people?" he said. "Better look 'em over. You'll be seeing 'em again. Most of 'em got relatives out along the North Shore, I guess. It's usually about the same bunch, up here for these holiday trains. We kinda get to know each other, by sight. Makes it nice, seein' the same faces year after year. Sometimes there's one more; sometimes an old one is missin'. But it's usually about the same." They stared silently at the fellow travelers whom they were to see again on the Fourth of July, and at Thanksgiving, and at Christmas, and on Easter of the following year. Cars slid up beside the platform and the crowd went into a mild stampede. As they moved forward Sarah clutched her husband's arm. "Ruth will be glad to see us," she said, urgently. "So will the children." "I'm sure Henry will be very glad to see us, too," he re plied. Merged in the crowd, they entered the train. Words Without Music Spring Housecleaning in Book Reviews By Marjorie Kaye BY way of clearing the decks for the spring freshet of books, this thriving forum of critical expression refers you to the Current Entertainment section, which com' mences on page six of this issue, for the forty 'seven book reviews that do not follow, as is customary, this preamble. You see, they'd been piling up, one or two this month, three or four another time, until we were practically buried under them. 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But no, there's reading to be done, for the first wave of the spring flood is in and a seeming million of words stretch between these eyes and the next deadline. See you, if see I still can, then. The Red Menace (Begin on page 15) pushed in self-defense; clubs and chairs and bullets began to fly; a police captain (on whose body no marks of violence were found) dropped dead of heart fail ure; a bailiff was shot (presumably by another bailiff, no weapons of any kind having been found on any of the "riot ers"); the Negroes were subdued and arrested, given a per functory hearing without counsel or friend, and locked up. When the "riot" broke, the cry of Communists went up. It happens that not only no weapons but no revolutionary "litera ture" was found on any of the prisoners. It also happens that they are shoutin' members of a pacific sect full of simple mys ticism. None of them had ever been arrested before. None of them was a Communist. But they'll be Communists when they come out of jail. The Red Menace has just about reached one of its periodic peaks in Chicago. The American Legion has sponsored a collection of "Americanism" bills in the state legislature. One of them defies the Constitution of the United States by forbidding the Communist Party the ballot. The Chi cago Daily T^ews has shown that it still has a toe-hold on sanity by attacking them as "silly." Silly they are, but that won't keep them from passing. And if they do, there will be a mass enlistment in the Communist Party by disgusted young maver icks who have no real use for the communists but haven't any where else to go. The only reason I won't be among them is that I'm not man enough. But I'll probably join the Nazis, and prove that I'm half a man anyway. Musical Guests (Begin on page 23) catch-can does not work to advantage with the Ballet Russe. Jardin Public was pretty much off the same piece. What it may be like when they shall have knit it firmly together is not at present known. We, all of us, are keen to see and hear the new things, but not until they are ready for public performance. In Tschaikowsky's Le Manage d'Aurore the Ballet Russe gave us a taste of their quality but not anything like the top notch. The evening had had too depressing a start for them to have their powers at full command. Too bad. Those of you who have never liked Franz; Liszt will take great joy in reading the new biography by Ernest Newman, The Man Liszt. It is quite evident that Newman has for years been itching to take a shot at Liszt and the recent publication of the letters of the Countess D'Agoult and Liszt gave him the chance. How the big fellows do last! These letters were published by Daniel Ollivier, the grandson of the Countess, almost a full century after they were written, and they are still a live topic. 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Far be it from him any notion of "debunking" Liszt, which he himself calls "an odious word for an odious thing," but if tearing just about every shred of covering from the "saintli- ness" of the hero be not about the same thing in essentials, why then Mr. Newman's efforts will have been in vain. The duality of the man Liszt, "half Zigeuner half Fran ciscan," he sets forth with reiterated assertion. And yet after each assertion he proceeds to demonstrate that the Zigeuner, virtuoso, actor, charlatan, erotic and self-indulgent dinger onto women, was the true Liszt and the Franciscan nothing but a carefully prepared mask. Music and Lights Restaurant on the River By Donald C. Plant SATISFYING the whim of a woman, while not exactly — at least not always — a soul-stirring motive, has been the force behind many a splendid and beautiful achievement since the history of women's whims and men's achievements has been recorded. It is now brought forth as the motivating force which, we have been told, will result in the Town's most magnificent dining place; a place to rival the Rockefellers' famed night club of Radio City and the most glamorous of the show places of the Riviera. A gentleman who wishes to give a lovely lady just the right setting for dining out started everything, and everybody with imagination is waxing lyrical over what the results will be. We offer these facts: The dining place — at present a nameless child despite the many names, extra fancy and garden variety, that various proud godparents are offering — will be located on the north bank of the Chicago River just east of the Michigan Avenue Bridge. It will occupy about 50,000 square feet of space, which ought to give you an idea of the scale of the whole thing. Ambrose Cramer, the architect, is planner for the building and his wife will have a hand in the decoration. The build ing will extend from the street level down to the river front, and you will be able to approach it via pavement or waves. A series of formal landscaped terraces will enhance the ap proach and provide an ideal spot for outdoor dining. It will be seven if by land and ten if by sea. On the level (on the level) seven uniformed attendants will be stationed to whisk off your automobile. If you come by water taxi, ten Neapolitan boatmen will help you make a happy landing. An elevator device will dispose of your motor which you will meet again on a moving platform on the lower level when you are ready to leave. All you have to do is whisper your car number to the waiter and walk out of the main dining salon to the platform. The main dining salon, with a capacity of some seventeen hundred diners, will be surrounded by a balcony from which heavy draperies will be lowered to make the room much smaller for those occasions when the full capacity will not be required. Behind the balcony a series of glass-enclosed rooms with Venetian blinds will provide a quiet dining space for small parties seeking the privacy of a home dinner. Between the building proper and the river there will be an esplanade furnished with gay deck chairs, a promenade and a place for deck tennis and quoits. Waiters here will be dressed as sailors, but at this time it seems to be an even draw between the uniform of His Majesty's Fleet and the more pic turesque tarns of the French seamen. A restaurant, sans orchestral din, and a cocktail lounge will flank the main entrance. From the street you will enter a cir cular foyer from which wide marble steps, to be carpeted in plush like no plush you have ever known, will lead to the main dining salon. The salon will be oval, with a huge stage for floor shows. The orchestra pit will be placed on an elevated iSfc THE UTMOST IN FINE FOODS AND RARE OLD VINTAGES Dinner becomes an event of exceptional delight when you select the Blackstone; in a distinguished atmos phere you may enjoy a cuisine that is world famous, liquors of great age and service that is flawless. IRVING MARGRAFF and His BLACKSTONE ENSEMBLE No Cover or Minimum Charge COCKTAIL HOUR 5 P. M. at the historic B 1 a ckstone Bar. Sheraton two-tier revolv ing mahogany table with brass columns and grilles EMILY KEMPSON DOW Inc. Interiors 620 N. MICHIGAN AVE. CHICAGO Telephone SUP. 4400 Emily Kempson Dow Mildred McCune 46 The Chicagoan Delightful Coolness Recent scientific tests show that adequate and properly designed awnings make a difference of 26% to 40% in the cooling of interiors. Such awnings also increase the value and salability of fine residential property. Carpenter Awnings offer de pendability, correctness of design, convenience, beauty, and enduring satisfaction. FREE BOOKLET! "Awnings, and How to Select Them," *e»» on request. Ask for Booklet CN-3. Craftsmen in Canvas 440 NORTH WELLS STREET Chicago SUPerior 9700 I — millie b. oppenheimer,inc now showing a lovely selec tion of spring apparel ambassador west 1 300 north state platform in front of the stage. And because people are talking about television, provisions for this addition to the entertain ment are being made. Leaving the part that shows and getting around to the devices for convenience, there will be subterranean service rooms, including complete valet service, powder rooms, complete bathrooms, a French cosmetics room, a superior telephone sys tem and operators who have gone to college (so we are told, so what?) and pink chints divans on which to loll while you conduct your phone conversation. Lockers for sables will have only one key. Light fingered fur fanciers, take notice. Having used practically all our adjectives to talk about the building, we can't find any glowing enough to describe the serv ice, the cuisine, and the wine list. The choicest salmon trout, the rare pressed duck as it is found at Larue and the Tour d'Argent in Paris, and snails as Prunier serves them, will be there to tempt your appetite. The world's choicest vintages is all we can offer to describe the wines. Everybody is suggesting everything for a name, but Mrs. Howard Linn, who has been mentioned most frequently as one of the sponsors, holds out for something simple like "River House."" What do you think? The new show in the Terrace Garden which Leonard Hicks, managing director of the Morrison, is presenting for his guests1 approval features Stan Myers and his orchestra, the lovely Virginia O'Brien Dancing Girls, the two Eileens (Eileen Hirschfelder and Eileen Murtaugh) in a specialty dance, Edna DeWorth in acrobatic dances, and a fine new dance trio — Orville Stam and Martha LaRue with Repert Royce, and Vernon Rickard, the young singing star. Stan Myers offers The Farmer Ta\es a Wife with the O'Brien girls and members of the orchestra. Myers and Miss O'Brien arranged the number. Two other numbers by the O'Brien girls are Under Sea Ballet and March Winds and April Showers — both delightfully presented. Orville Stam is the core of the new dance trio. Originally a strong-man, he learned adagio dancing and then decided he needed an excellently trained young woman as a partner. He met the attractive and graceful Martha LaRue and the team was formed. Recently Martha's sister, Repert Royce, joined them to form a trio. Young Rickard is a Notre Dame product. There he was soloist in the Glee Club and, for three years, catcher on the Varsity ball team. Instead of accepting a job with the Pitts burgh Pirates, upon graduation, he went into radio work which led to motion pictures. He has done the theme song singing in more than a dozen pictures and has made many records for Brunswick. O VER at Chez Paree you'll find Mike Frit- zel's and Joe Jacobson's second annual April Shower of Stars. This new show, produced by a new impresario known merely as Victoroff, has as its star the famous mimic and master of ceremonies, Eddie Garr, who recently completed a five-month starring engagement in Thumbs Up on Broadway. Garr ap peared at the Chez a year ago at which time he achieved notable success, and this forthcoming appearance is in the nature of a return engagement. Sharing the gleam of the spotlight with Garr will be New York's romantic orchestra idol, Enric Madriguera whose or chestra replaces that of Gus Arnheim. Madriguera has figured prominently and frequently in the public prints with this or that celebrated beauty. His Latin charm, dashing good looks and ingratiating personality should serve him well in his Chicago debut. Beauvell and Tova, dancers who starred simultaneously as the Waldorf Astoria, Central Park Casino and Capitol Theatre in New York will appear at the Chez Paree exclusively during the month of April. The same show also features Georgie Tapps, who specializes in intricate tap routines to such difficult scores as The Poet and Peasant and Ravel's Bolero and the Ching Ling Foo Troupe of ten men and women who juggle, tumble and perform feats of magic. And on May 2 Harry Richman, one of the country's few songsters who have not succumbed to that laziness called croon ing, opens at Chez Paree for a limited engagement prior to THE SILENT |J MESSEMG*R ' ' s! ^ ;; '¦¦'¦¦'• .Dcraquei Lentherie auparjum MIRACLE Flaeon, from $1.00 • In the le" theric Perfumes, including Miracle- Foret Vierge, Asphodele, loW* d'Or, Au Fil de 1'Eau and I* Pirate Bouquet Lentherie, a dou ble essence, created to make your day more fra grant and more exciting. Available wherever fine per fumes are sold. — Lentherie, rue Saint-Honore, Paris,- Fifth Ave nue, New York. HOW TO USE In '•»• morning, after bath of shower, apply freely to body- BOUQUET Sprayon lingerie, gown or hand- kerchief. Spray over hair. Paj oh forehead and temples, to relax, LENTHERIC and relieve fatigue. Lentherie THE DAYTIME FRAGRANCE QixAtk, ln£t until a •itruutac achMZtcMje* A 1QQK T .*M»ki>lfl U © 1935. 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The Springtime Revue, which is now in progress, stars Raphael, late of the Continental Varieties in which he was co- starred with the inimitable Lucienne Boyer; Peggy Taylor 6? Co., an adagio team, better — if possible — than the sensational Stone and Vernon in their Leopard Lady, are being co-starred with Raphael, the concertina artist. On April 18, Ted Weems will be replaced by Freddy Martin and his fine Society Orchestra direct from the St. Regis Hotel in New York. A new Empire Room revue will open on that date. June 1 will see the ever popular Veloz and Yolanda, the world's finest dancers, returning to the Empire Room. They will be paid the highest salary ever given a dance team for appearing on a ballroom floor. They will bring their own orchestra with them. It is fitting that this outstanding dance team of all time should return to the Palmer House where they were first intro duced to Chicago during the summer of 1933. A special show is being designed to grace their appearance. Harry's New York Cabaret, now nation ally known as "the town's gay spot where every night is New Year's Eve," will celebrate its first anniversary Friday, April 5. A lid lifting celebration, the like of which will make New Year's Eve and even the original opening seem like a tea party, is being planned and already reservations are pouring in for the affair. Since opening his permanent bright spot a year ago, following outstanding popularity at the first World's Fair, Charles ("Harry") Hepp, the man behind the cabaret, has gar nered thousands of new friends and the seating capacity will be sorely taxed on anniversary night. The original entertainers, Harry Harris, Al Wagner, Billy Meyers and Elmer Schoelle have returned and considerable has been added in the way of amusements. Earl Rickard masters the ceremonies and the floor show includes Julia Lyons, vivacious singer of torch songs, and Elaine Manzj, spectacular dancer. Floyd Town and his "Men About Town" play for dancing from dusk 'til dawn. CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT (Begin on page 8) Morning — Noon — Night The splen- Several PALMER HOUSE— State, Monroe, Wabash. Randolph 7500. did Empire Room, the Victorian Room, and the swell Bar. THE DRAKE — Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. 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-So-Round Bar and the new Eastman Casino. THE STEVENS— S. Michigan at Balbo. NX/abash 4400. The Boulevard Room and Continental Room for fine dining. HOTEL SHERRY— 53rd at the Lake. Fairfax 1000. Features the stately French Colonial Room, offering a delightful view of the Lake from every table. A la carte and table d'hote. 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. 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. **Ti He$tdt*r\£U€t 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. Announcing a new Dance Band Continental Gypsies Special Entertainment b} Audrey Call — Violinist Bill Olufs and Dan Devitts =*" W 25% ^ DISCOUNT SALE Through April ON ALL STOCK INCLUDING LAMPS, SHADES, FABRIC SAMPLES AND FURNITURE FLORENCE ELY HUNN 49 CEDAR STREET SUPERIOR 2132 Member American Institute of Decorators INDIVIDUAL • Our service in your deco rating problems will aid you in translating your personality into your interior architecture, decorations and furnishings . . . comfortably within 1934 budgets. Watson & Boaler INCORPORATED 722 North Michigan Avenue CHICAGO REL YEA STUDIOS Only Chicago Dancing School Featuring Ex clusively the Famous ARTHUR MURRAY METHOD of ballroom dancing- Simple, Thorough Inexpensive You require fewer les sons to dance beauti fully under our trained, conscientious instruc tors. Lessons in private. 308 N. Michigan Ave. Dearborn 0058 FILMS DEVELOPED Any size, 25 cents coin, includ ing two enlargements. Work guaranteed — Service prompt. CENTURY PHOTO SERVICE BOX 829. LA CROSSE. WISCONSIN 48 The Chicagoa^ WEST INDIES ^CARIBBEAN «W SOUTH AMERICA *H outside rooms, outdoor pools, orchestras, mech- Wllcal ventilation, celebrated service and cuisine. PROM NEW YORK— A wide selection °f cruises of 10 to 20 days — variously to Havana, Jamaica, b. w. l, panama canal zone, Colombia, s. a., Costa rica, Guatemala, Hon duras. Rates vary from $115 to $215 minimum. Sailings Thursdays and Satur days. FROM NEW ORLEANS — Attractive cruises of 9 to 16 days — variously to Havana, Guatemala, Honduras, PANAMA. Minimum rates vary from $80 to $143. Sailings Wednesdays and Saturdays. EASTER CRUISES from New York Apr. U 4 P. M. Apr. J 8, 5 p. M. Apr. 13-20 f II D at Tsjoon \ JAM Including hotel accommodations sightseeing '10 DAY ALL EXPENSE HAVANA CRUISE 13 DAY ALL EXPENSE HAVANA-JAMAICA - CRUISE DAYALL EXPENSE 1AICA CRUISE $115u $145u $125u and No PASSPORTS REQUIRED ON CRUISES {Vly atly Authorized Travel Agent or MJBA Vted Fruit Company, 111 \V. Wash- Ijr %on St., Chicago. Tel. State 7741. «!££ 3REHT WHITE FLEET 1 Beautify and Utilize Your Windows* Designing . . Furnishing . . Servicing DRAPERIES VENETIAN BLINDS HUMIDIFIERS RADIATOR CABINETS VENTILATORS WEBster 4316. BO EAST JACKSON BLVD. CHICAGO 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. Luncheon — Dinner — Later 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. STEVENS BUILDING RESTAURANT— 8th Floor, 17 N. State. Randolph 5780. Cooking that puts even Mother on the defensive. 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. THE VERA MEGOWEN RESTAURANT— 501 Davis, Evanston. Greenleaf 4585. A smart d'rning 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 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— 325 Plymouth Court. Webster 0561. Excellent cuisine and a bar with bartenders who really know the art of mixing. Try their potatoes a la Donahue. THE TAVERN — Hotel Knickerbocker. Superior 4264. A smart, unique wining and dining room with clever murals. OFF THE RECORD IT'S AN OLD SOUTHERN CUSTOM— Brunswick. And "According to the Moonlight," both from "George White's Scandals" and played by Leo Reisman and his Orchestra. KEEP THAT HI-DE-HI IN YOUR SOUL— Brunswick. Cab Calloway and his outfit tear into this and "Good Sauce from the Gravy." LULLABY OF BROADWAY— Decca. Nice number by the Dorsey Brothers' Orchestra with Bob Crosby doing the vocal chorus. Reverse, "The Words Are in My Heart" by the same band, Kay Weber singing. HOME JAMES, AND DON'T SPARE THE HORSES— Decca. And "Yip! Neddy." Ambrose and his Orchestra offer a couple of comedy numbers. DISAPPOINTED IN LOVE— Decca. And "Rhythm Lullabye." The Town's own Earl Hines and his Orchestra play them, with vocal choruses by the Palmer Brothers trio. Better add this to the stalls. LOVELY TO LOOK AT — Brunswick. Leo Reisman and his group play this and "I Won't Dance," both from the RKO picture "Roberta." SING IT WAY DOWN LOW— Brunswick. And "Let's Have a Jubilee." Louis Prima and his Orchestra go into town with these. DUST OFF THAT OLD PIANNA— Decca. And "Since We Fell Out of Love." Played with vigor by the New Orleans Rhythm Kings, with refrains by Red McKenzie. I'M GOIN' SHOPPIN' WITH YOU— Decca. Reverse, "Don't Be Afraid to Tell Your Mother." The Dorsey Brothers Orchestra play and Bob Crosby sings. THE CONTINENTAL— Decca. And "La Cucaracha." Ambrose and his Orchestra perform with these two popular numbers. A LITTLE WHITE GARDENIA— Brunswick. And "A King Can Do No Wrong." Both from Paramount's "All the King's Horses" and sung by Carl Brisson with Jimmie Grier and his Orchestra. ON THE NIGHT OF JUNE THE THIRD— Brunswick. Ted Fio Rito and his band, with vocal choruses, play this and "You're Too Far Away." IT'S EASY TO REMEMBER— Decca. And "Swanee River." Bing Crosby sings as he does in his new Paramount picture "Mississippi." DOWN BY THE RIVER— Decca. And "Soon." Both from "Mississippi" and sung by Bing Crosby. WHAT'S THE REASON?— Decca. And "Down by the River." Another disc has "It's Easy to Remember" and "Soon." Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians play these four numbers from "Mississippi." Kenwood's Spring Feature* Here is a flannel suit of dis tinction that well-dressed young men everywhere vrill recognize as an exceptional suit. The famous Kenwood flannel is skillfully loomed from the finest wools in the world. Tailored with the ut most care, these suits drape comfortably with a correct ease and smartness that dis tinguishes them from the or dinary run of flannels. There are single and double breast ed models in eight shades. ir Twice a year we offer some thing from our regular line at an unusual price. These suits were manufactured to sell for $35 KENWOOD WOOLENS 550 North Michigan Avenue, Chica o Wl, 1935 49 Shanghai's Native City shows you Marco Polo's old Cathay. Trousered women and men in flowing gowns crowd through the narrow, stone-paved streets. You find old temples with hidden gardens, and gilt-front shops with bargains in silks, brocades, carved ivory and jade. And yet a short ricksha ride will take you to modern Nanking Road with its bustling traffic, its fine hotels and fascinating de partment stores. There are a thousand things you'll want to do in Shanghai. You'll want to motor to Lungwha Pagoda, and along the teeming Whangpoo River, with its junks and sampans and steamers, to famed Woosung. At night there'll be gay cabarets and night clubs, races at the Canidrome, and lantern- lit concerts at the Racecourse in the heart of the •nant city. Doubtless you'll want to stay awhile in Shanghai — and that's your privilege when you tour the Orient by President Liner. Stopover anywhere! In Yokohama, Kobe, Shang hai, Hongkong, Manila — you may plan the stop overs and sidetrips that you personally want to make. Ships of the President Liner Fleet, all similar in luxury and accommodations, serve each port at frequent intervals, allowing you to arrange your shore visits to suit your own convenience. These big smooth-riding liners sail every week from New York and California via Hawaii and the Sunshine Route (and fortnightly from Seattle via the Short Route) to Japan, China and the Philippines. Low summer roundtrip fares on President Liners are in effect. Take advantage of these substantial reductions and plan, this summer, to see the most fascinating lands of all. Favorable exchange makes all shore costs low! LOW SUMMER FARES San Francisco to : First Class Touritt JAPAN and return . . . $450 . . $240 CHINA and return ... 519 . . 277 PHILIPPINES and return . 562 . . 300 For details see your travel agent. 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