July, 1940

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July 29. Invitation Tournament; Kenn-
bunk River Club, Me.

July 29. Invitation Tournament; Mead-
ow Club, Southampton, L. I.

July 29. Invitation Tournament; Maid-
stone Club, East Hampton, L. I.

July 29. Invitation Tournament; Coop-
erstown Country Club, N. Y.

July 30. Invitation Tournament; Coun-
try Club of Norfolk, Conn.

HORSE RACING

Through July 1. Hamilton Jockey Club,
Can.

Through July 4. Delaware Park; Stan-
ton, Del.

Through July 27. Suffolk Downs; East
Boston, Mass.

Through July 27. Arlington Park; Ar-
lington Heights, Ill.

Through August 3. Hollywood Park;
Ingleswood, Cal. (No racing on Sundays,
Mondays, and Tuesday, July 23.)

July 1-27. Empire City; Yonkers, N. Y.
July 4-19. Fort Erie, Can.

July 29-August 24. Rockingham Park;
Salem, N. H.

July 29-August 31. Saratoga Springs,
N. Y.

July 29-September 2. Washington Park;
Homewood, Ill.

GRAND CIRCUIT TROTTING

July 8-13. Toledo, O. (Night racing.)

July 15-19. Goshen, N. Y. (Historic
Track)

July 20-August 3. Narragansett, R. I.

August 5-10. Mineola, L. I. (Night Race-
ing.)
August 12-17. Goshen, N. Y. (Good
Time Park.)

POLO

Throughout July. Weekly Sunday Ex-
hibition Games; Bostwick Field, Old West-
bury, L. I. (Games at 3:30 P. M.)

Throughout July. Weekly Sunday Exhi-
bition Games; The Pegasus Club, Rock-
teigh, N. J. (Games at 3:00 P. M.)

Throughout August 30. Continuation of
Spring Tournament; Meadow Brook Club
Park, Westbury, L. I. (Tuesday and Thurs-
day games at 5:30 P. M., Saturday and
Sunday Games at 4:00 P. M.)

HORSE SHOWS

July 3-4. Waynesburg, Pa.

July 4-5. Culpeper, Va.

July 5-7. Scranton, Pa.

July 5-7. Valley Hunt Club; Lewis Run,
Pa.

July 6-7. Huntington Crescent; Hunt-
ton, L. I.

July 10-13. Junior League; Huntington,
West Va.

July 11-13. Country Club; Rye, N. Y.
July 12-13. Milwaukee, Wis.

July 13-14. Junior League; The Broad-
moor, Colorado Springs, Col.

July 17-20. Lexington Junior League,
Ky.

July 18-20. Monmouth County; Rum-
son, N. J.

July 19-20. Rappahanock County; Wash-
ton, Va.

July 26-27. Lakeville, Conn.

July 26-28. Jersey Shore; Spring Lake,
N. J.

CARL KLEIN

Mrs. Wm. du Pont, Jr., presents to Sidney Glass the new Cavanagh
Challenge Trophy, won by his Argosy at the Wilmington Horse Show

July 31. Smithtown; St. James, L. I.
August 2-3. Riding and Polo Club;
Pittsfield, Mass.

August 3. Riding and Hunt Club; South-
ampton, L. I.

August 3-4. Professional Horsemen's As-
sociation; Bedford Hills, N. Y.

August 8-9. Bath County; Hot Springs,
Va.

DOG SHOWS

July 4. Northeastern Wisconsin Kennel
Club, Fond du Lac.

July 6. Southampton Kennel Club, L. I.

July 6-7. Badger Kennel Club; Madi-
son, Wis.

July 7. Mahoning-Trumbull Beagle
Club; Canfield, O.

July 14. Columbus Beagle Club, O.

July 14. Hawaiian Kennel Club; Hono-
lulu, T. H.

July 14. Minneapolis Kennel Club; Min-
neapolis, Minn.

July 20. Western Michigan Kennel Club,
Spring Lake

July 21. Grand Rapids Kennel Club,
Mich.

July 21. Santa Barbara Kennel Club,
Cal.

August 3. Lackawanna Kennel Club;
Skytop, Mass.

YACHTING

July 4. Virginia Cruising Cup Race,
Hampton Y. C.

July 4-11. Annual Eastern Y. C. Cruise.

July 7. Indian Harbor Y. C. Regatta;
Greenwich, Conn.

July 7. Annual Ocean Race; Ocean City
Y. C., N. J.

July 12. Block Island Race; New York
A. C., Travers Island, N. Y.

July 12-20. Annual Boston Y. C. Cruise.

July 13. Port Huron to Mackinac Race;
Bayview Y. C., Detroit, Mich.

July 13-20. Race Week; Larchmont
Y. C., N. Y.

July 20. Chicago to Mackinac Race,
Chicago Y. C.

July 21. Manhasset Bay Y. C. Regatta;
Port Washington, L. I.

July 22-24. Roosevelt Bowl 30-Square-
Metres; Beverly Y. C., Marion, Mass.

July 26-28. Annual Edgartown Y. C.
Regatta, Mass.

July 26-28. Pacific Coast Star Cham-
pionships.

July 26-28. Lipton Cup Series; Cleve-
land Y. C., Rocky River, O.

July 28-29. Lindsay Cup Finals; Vine-
yard Haven Y. C., Mass.

July 28-August 1. Quincy Bay Race
Week.

MISCELLANEOUS

July 4. Annual Hukilau Festival; Oahu,
Hawaii.

July 6. Ice Mardigras; Lake Placid,
N. Y.

July 8-13. Annual Calgary Stampeade,
Alberta, Can.

July 12, 19, 26. Ice Skating Shows;
Lake Placid, N. Y.

July 26-27. Clark Trophy Skeet Shoot;
The Homestead, Hot Springs, Va.

July 26-30. Annual Trail Riders' Trek
from Marble Canyon to Lake Louise, Can.

July 28. Anglers' Club Annual Barra-
cuda Cruise, Bermuda.

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July, 1940

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More sophisticated, more contemporary than Noodle, Ludwig Bemelmans' newest character makes a debut in these pages

Fi on you if you miss Fifi

in August Town & Country

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Head to

by Countess Albert de Mun

Charles James, with his dog, is back from Europe and has opened a dress shop in East 57th Street

TO AMERICANS who will be at home this summer, it is pleasant to know that Newport is very crowded, and that Saratoga, Bar Harbor, and the Jersey resorts once frequented by our mothers are popular with families again. Montauk Point, to which our fathers sailed for their summertime fishing excursions, has developed a yachting base, a Grand Prix automobile race to be run the middle of this month over a closed course à la Monte Carlo, and the modern Deep Hollow dude ranch with a rodeo and 200 steers and 40 horses. Tuxedo, which has always been a family affair, is at home to important members who used to go to Scotland each summer, and busy with parties for three of the first debutantes of the season—Phyllis Harriman, Katharine Mortimer, and Lillian T. Mitchell. The Hamptons are expecting a full season, and so is Sands Point, whose Bath Club has brought Paul Edward England, 3rd, formerly of the Waldorf, from the Whitehall in Palm Beach to organize its weekly galas.

For those of us opening summer houses, or those of us just going off on well-earned vacations, Mary Lewis' shop is well equipped. Anne McDonnell, who will marry Henry Ford, 2nd, has been shopping there, especially for two-piece chambray dresses in pastels, with long sleeves, flaring skirts, and round collars with eyelet embroidery. Mother-and-child sets are also a feature of the collection in play suits of raspberry chambray combined with red and white striped material underneath. Mother's has a striped bandeau top and plain shorts, while daughter wears bloomers. Saks-Fifth Avenue have angel-skin tennis dresses in pastel colors, with bloused, roomy backs. For summer evenings they are showing many dresses with touches of red. There is a blue-gray organza printed with red strawberries, with three-quarter sleeves; it buttons up the front and is bunched at the waist with strawberries. More fruit appears at the waist of a white organza with elbow-length sleeves, a sash of red taffeta, and trimming of red currants.

For children, practical play clothes as well as beautiful handmade French clothes are to be found at Marcelle Julien. Ecru eyelet embroidery is made into little party dresses with ecru linen ruffles and a trimming of green bows on the sleeves and at the back of the waist. A pale pink organza is trimmed with salmon ruffles, and Beauvais embroidery worked on a flesh linen dress. Bathing suits for boys and girls, with matching jackets, follow the hand-knitted trend with fish in contrasting colors.

THE Cape Cod Fish Industries have contributed salmon fishnet to the new Jay-Thorpe collection of casual resort negligees. Also at this house we noted Talbot's stitched organza hat, Descat's small cloche with a felt flower crown of self material, and new toques from Blanche and Simone. Hattie Carnegie has expressed some new ideas for the young in flame and pale dustychid, which are very new colors for both day and evening. Her padded hips make the new evening skirts stand out, and striped jersey sashes on linen strike a refreshing note.

Henri Bendel has revived an evening dress of the strapless era for Princess Marie Antoinette Windisch-Graetz in white organza, with a plain bodice and a very full skirt printed in pale sweet peas. Bendel has also made for Dorothy Spreckels Dupuy a short, boxy, waist-length jacket in glistening white fox. And Mad Carpentier, who used to be with Vionnet, sent over on the Clipper a bachelor-button-blue organza dress for her to wear underneath. Mildred O'Quinn, who has a shop in New York, specializes in linens of lime-green or pale blue, uncollared necklines, and narrow belts covered with linen. Shantung for slacks is seen in interesting colors besides the usual blue, often in gray and different shades of green. In Bonwit's Salon de Couture, pink and red is a color combination used often in slim,

(Continued on page 16)

Foot Notes

Noted for her jewelry and chic, Madame Federico Bemberg, of the Argentine and Paris, is staying at the Pierre Hotel in New York with her family

James Schulz's gold and ruby watch clip is worn by Gogo Schiaparelli, who is in New York working hard in her mother's perfume business

Mrs. Gilbert Miller's golden cuff and wide ring are studded with irregularly shaped diamonds. Both from Herz, Paris

Madame Selma Borger poses in a Mary Lewis blue cotton print evening dress inspired by the holukus that missionaries imposed on Polynesian natives

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July 17 through August 30

Antique Ornaments for Modern Gardens

An inspiring arrangement of marble and bronze decorative pieces, colorful tiles, and architectural details, from early Greek and Roman periods through the 18th century.

XII-XIX Century Stained Glass
of French, Flemish, German, Austrian,
and Spanish provenance

Antique Ornaments and Stained Glass acquired by
William Randolph Heartst

15 East 57 Street, New York

You are cordially invited
to visit our exhibit of
Aquamarine and Topaz jewels
at the Brazilian Pavilion
New York World's Fair

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NEW YORK CITY N.Y.

FOR YOUR BENEFIT

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These mahosany
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used in England to
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the period. They
now make excel-
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$125.00

Inspection is invited of a wide
variety of other unusual pieces.

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400 PARK AVENUE, NEW YORK

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to visit their comprehensive dis-
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63 East 57th Street

New York

Decorative Painting

Fine Lamp Shades

HAND MADE

Painted Paper

Painted Silk

Pleated Bookcloth

Pleated Paper

Smocked Bookcloth

Wood Blocked Paper

Marbled Paper

DESIGNED TO ORDER

NEEDLEPOINT

Original Designs

By ALICE MORGAN CARSON
for
GREENWICH GALLERIES

Mrs. Carson
130 East Putnam Ave.
Greenwich, Conn.
Telephone 1116

Costume Bag. Gay flowers with
apple green background.

Ludwig Bemelmans

Thomas Wolfe

Virginia Faulkner

Town & Country COUN

MINIATURE

APPEARANCES are indeed deceiving, for this is not the double vegetable dish that you expect it to be but a very handsome box for cigarettes. Designed by Reed & Barton, it is a well executed reproduction in minia- ture of a fine Georgian piece. It is made of heavy silver plate and measures 4 inches long by 3½ inches. This will make a distinctive (and inexpensive) gift for expres- ing thanks to your weekend hosts or for conveying your good wishes to a bride. Its price is a mere $4.50. Obtainable at The Foreign Shop, 21 North Stone Avenue, Tucson, Arizona.

COPPER

OUR New England forefathers prob-
ably never were aware of the decor-
ative qualities of their copper pots
and pans and looked upon them
purely from the utilitarian angle.
Today people realize that the rich
color and texture of copper add
warmth and life to a room. The
wastebasket and matching desk
basket have a specially treated fin-
ish which produces a highlighted
effect ($7.50 and $3.50 each). The
cigarette box, designed to house the
over-grown cigarettes now in use,
is brightly polished copper with an
etched glass top ($5). M. T. Bird
Company, 39 West Street, Boston.

SUMMER SERVICE

AL FRESCO entertaining during the summer months calls for trays and trays and still more trays to preclude endless trips between the house and the spot where the guests are con- gregated. This one is an example of the work of George Sakier, a leader in the field of industrial design. Aluminum is the material used, and the gracefully swirled leaf pattern is bluish-green. Light in weight, the tray is 17½ inches in diameter and costs $9. A number of other pieces designed by George Sakier for household use are also on hand at Hammacher Schlemmer, 145 East 57th Street.

ROYAL

PHOTOS BY HANS VAN NES

SOME seventy years ago the soldiers of the King of England, as well as the sailors of the Royal Navy, used the type of cartridge case which is incorporated here in a most unusual lamp. This old case, made of heavy canvas, is emblazoned with the royal coat-of-arms and is mounted on a weighted wooden base. The shade is made of white felt and the lamp stands 24 inches high ($22.50 complete). With its red, white, and blue coloring, this makes an extremely effective lamp for an informal liv- ing-room, a game room, or a boy's room. Mr. Mortimer, 864 Madison Avenue.

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TER POINTS

SUPERLATIVES are in order for this charcoal grill which is without doubt the Rolls-Royce of all charcoal grills. It is designed for those who are well beyond the beginners' class and are experts in the art of outdoor cookery. You can grill, broil, barbecue or fry on it, using hickory or charcoal. The Broilo-kart comes in steel, aluminum, or stainless steel with solid or spoked wheels that have pneumatic tires. There are three sizes; the largest, 18 inches wide and 48 inches long, costs $245 in stainless steel. Aber-crombie & Fitch, Madison Avenue and 45th Street.

BROILEKART

You may carry your golf bag only from locker room to caddie house, but your caddie will appreciate this lightweight all-leather bag which weighs just about four pounds. It has ample space for clubs and there are zippered pockets for other par- phernalia ($13.50). The drying bottle guards cigarettes or tobacco from summer humidity. Pieces of lime are placed in the bulbous stopper, the mouth of which is then covered with blotting paper and then with a piece of cheesecloth tied on firmly. The bottle costs $5 and is exclusive with MM Company, Inc., 400 Park Avenue.

EFFICIENT

For the man who journeys far and frequently and knows the value of keeping everything shipshape as far as his packing is concerned, Gorham puts a pair of handsome military brushes with sterling silver backs and comb to match in a compact cowhide case with a zipper fasten- ing. The case is black and it has a lining of smartly checked black silk. This sturdy traveling companion will take care of you faithfully and efficiently for years wherever you may roam. It is priced at $15. Wright, Kay & Company, Inc., 1500 Woodward Avenue, Detroit, Michigan.

TRAVEL WISE

For real comfort and freedom of action, whether your strong point is golf or tennis, badminton or bicycl-ing, nothing provides as much sat-isfaction as a sport shirt that has been made to order. Hutchinson will make up shirts for you with an ex-pert touch, and you may have broad-cloth, oxford cloth, or a variety of sheer mesh fabrics. The collar of this shirt is styled to be worn open at the neck or, if you insist on wear-ing a tie, it closes up neatly. Shirts with long sleeves cost $5, and with short sleeves $4; the monogram is included. Hutchinson & Company, 15 East 40th Street.

SPORT

Full Fledged
GREENHOUSE
$149

OTHER sizes from $89.50 to $379.50. Nine in all. Requires no founda-tion. Easy to put up or take down, for moving from rented property. Needs no benches. Attractive and long lasting. The first time so fine a greenhouse has been offered for so little money. Sold for cash or payment plan. Send for this catalog GO showing large illustrations and giving full facts.

Lord & Burnham Co.
IRVINGTON, N. Y.
DES PLAINES, ILL.

Here's a Thrill For Your Palate
And a Rare Treat For Your Guests

To put everyone in rapture serve CATSKILL MOUNTAIN SMOKED TURKEY and scream success! Serve for dinners, cocktail parties, buffet suppers, hors d'oeuvres and canapes. This deliciously different delicacy will curl the most blase cosmopolite into ecstacies. These smoked turkeys are plump, young birds, smoked over fragrant apple-wood embers by the Forst family, who have, for over seventy years, prepared and smoked meats for epicures.

Smoked Turkeys weigh 8 to 16 lbs. and cost you $1.25 a pound, express prepaid. Your money returned if you are not pleased. Order a Catskill Mountain Turkey now. Write or wire collect to The FORSTS, Rondout Station 6, Kingston, New York.

Going Away
This Summer?

Subscribers who are planning summer holidays are requested to report their contemplated changes of address to us at least 4 weeks before such changes take place. And please send your old address together with your new address. (The Post Office will not forward copies to you unless extra postage is provided by you.) Thank you.

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Nini Tobin, the red-headed belle of Burlingame, boards the Sea-weed in S. & G. Gump's pink and cream pajamas. By her red and white top and blue trunks, worn at a Nassau fish haul, Mme. Jacques de Montaudouin (right) forecast the tricolor beach wear now in the shops

DOROTHY COX

## HEAD TO FOOT NOTES

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 10

printed dresses. Brown and burnt tones are also in their latest models, and polo coats have gone gray.

For sheer summer comfort, I. Miller has presented the largest choice imaginable of open-toes and backs and perforated models, in whites, pastels, and new town colors. New touches are white suede on dark calf, ruffled suede rosettes, and round, steel-cut buckles on classic models.

For practical ends, Mark Cross has made large, lightweight bags which they call their Racing Companions and which society has found useful for seashides and morning resort shopping. Most popular in red, they have an outside flap holding pad and pencil on one side, and a zippered pocket on the other outer side for money, club cards, and handkerchiefs. Cross's cotton gabardine draw-string pouch, with a handle and binding in leather, is a nice miniature sports carryall for all occasions. You will also like their wood and leather bracelets, leather vanities, and the new collapsible luggage for yacht, train, or motor, in canvas edged with calfskin.

N BIARRITZ, Heim is having great success with new beach clothes. Pinafores in fancy linens are worn over bathing suits, and romping suits emphasize the feminine trend in sports clothes—which are showing no shorts this summer.

French notes add baglike veils to sailor hats, drawn up around the neck with a narrow black velvet ribbon and fitted tightly around the crown. Pastel gloves are popular with black afternoon ensembles. Enormous plain gold hairpins are stuck in the braided chignon at the nape of many fashionable necks. Bracelet 1940: a gold chain which links itself about a gold life preserver that ends in a gold sea-mine. Suzanne Talbot makes for the Duchess of Windsor a white jersey turban striped in gold threads, molding the head and twisting high in front. Fourrures Max has expressed the last word in simplified luxury in a short cape of soft steel-gray baby lamb, knife-pleated all around. Charles Montaigne, a new couture house in the rue Royale, opened with gay prints, moiré evening dresses in two colors, and trim little suits with interesting insets and bias cuttings, showing French ingenuity at its best with rationed materials. Mrs. James Corrigan ordered 1,800 uniforms from Paquin for the French Red Cross workers.

A sentimental belt by Frederick Moseil encircles the waist of Mrs. Otto Preminger

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TOWN & COUNTRY

JULY, 1940

PANORAMA

CONCERNING an earlier, and
more frivolous, menace to
the British in Gibraltar,

Osbert Sitwell tells this one. "The streets of the fortress town are so narrow that the hundreds of native monkeys could easily swing from any window sill to the one opposite. One summer they took to stealing photographs, the glinting silver frames of which caught their attention, and to placing them in the rooms across the way. Colonel A. would find that a photograph of his wife had disappeared, and would eventually locate it, either through his own initiative or the employment of detectives, in Commander B.'s bedroom: and vice versa. As a result so many altercations took place, so many scandals occurred, so many divorce proceedings were pending, that in the end, when the true criminals were discovered, it was felt that, for the honor of the Services, the monkeys of Gibraltar had better be suppressed, and so the majority were massacred."

LESS THAN ten years ago a cow tried new pastures and shocked the advanced movie membership of the Film Society. It was in a Dali reel, *L'Age d'Or*, that a French cow romped about in a real bed in a real château et pâtéché *haut bourgeois*. Only last year, Dali's own exhibit upset many visitors to the World's Fair, but this summer, when only the extraordinary can be counted on, the Borden people have made one of the most popular Fair exhibits out of a bovine Elsie between the sheets. When the Fair first opened in 1939, the milking of Borden's revolving cows was the sensation of urban visitors; this season there are as many yokels to gape at a bossy bedtime story on the hoof.

HARRISON WILLIAMS reports that over a recent Long Island weekend he and his wife found themselves with house guests of twelve different nationalities. Cecil Beaton, England's surprise contribution, pointed out that the total didn't by any means cover the double or triple nationalities of the Central Europeans who may have lived under many different flags. . . . The Countess of Abingdon reports that the beautiful Swedish wife of Prince Otto Bismarck was sent to Rome to hold for Germany the waning affections of Count Ciano. Forewarned, the Count and Roman society were forearmed, and completely ignored the vast parties planned by the Bismarcks in their rented palazzo. . . . Probably excluding his call on the President, the highlight of Noel Coward's visit to America was the party the Harold Brookes gave with the Trinidad singers doing a specially ambiguous calypso written for the guest of honor. So much talent and beauty have seldom been included in so small a gathering. The Lunts and Oliviers-to-be, the Hearsts and Djordjadzes, the Larry Adlers and the Cole Porters, the Ben Kittredges and the Suydam Cuttings, the George Schlees and the Jack Wilsons, Condé Nast and Charlie Baskerville, Alice Duer Miller and Monty Woolley, Ethel Borden and Mrs. Harrison Williams, for a sampling.

Probably excluding his dinner at an Axis pavilion in Flushing, the low point of Mr. Coward's visit must have come at an Edna Ferber party where both the guests and the hostess took exception to his violent criticism of American inaction in the War.

THE SOMEWHAT unexpected collapse of the royal backbones of Belgium and Italy is not so surprising when one remembers the general disintegration of royal family morale since 1914. During the Great War, only two members of the vast Hohenzollern family were killed, and not a single Hapsburg. Both families fled the consequences. The House of Savoy suffered no casualties, but a considerable loss of prestige. The Romanoffs were practically unscathed until the Revolution, and the post-War romantic and political individualism of Alfonso, the Rumanian Princes Carol and Nicholas, the Duke of Windsor, King George of Greece, and some of the imperial Russians leaves so much to be desired that the survival of any western thrones at all may well be a matter of a few years.

DURING the last war, when the Germans sent over the submarine Deutschland as a sort of terrifying propaganda gesture, Gilbert Seldes, reporting in England, planned a transatlantic flight to turn favorable attention to British achievements. The plane on which he was willing to risk passage would be piloted by Harry Hawker, Great Britain's foremost test pilot. The government agreed that the scheme was a practical possibility, and that no doubt good American press notices might have some slight value, but finally declared that it would be irregular to transfer Hawker from his department to the service in whose name he would have to make the flight. In matters of propaganda, the British have still to learn their lesson.

MOST OF THE people who rant about saving democracy have no idea that what they mean by "democracy" is "the good old days." They need a lesson in Stuart Chase's semantics (roughly, the tyranny of words that have grown away from any specific meaning) to discover that their unconscious (and perfectly natural, selfish) aim is the preservation of privileges for which they have been unwilling to assume responsibility. Democracy, they might as well learn, begins and ends at home; it entails self-discipline and can be enjoyed in safety only by a strong, increasingly homogeneous people who teach themselves and their children to think straight and take the consequences. 1940's candidates will do well to remember that smug materialists and professional politicians unwittingly betrayed democracy abroad, and that both New Deal inefficiency and die-hard capitalism have been tried there and failed. To combat a new order, they will have to find new methods and a new faith based on practical possibilities. The first step is learning to think and talk in terms of reality instead of slogans.—HARRY A. BULL

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"How is poor old Ireland
and where does she stand?"

—Old Ballad
by Oliver St. John Gogarty

IFTY years ago Ireland was an integral part of the United Kingdom. There was a viceregal court in Dublin where a Lord Lieutenant reigned as representative of the King. From Dublin Castle a Chief Secretary, whose tenure of office depended on the life of his government in Westminster, ruled the country with the help of permanent Irish officials.

To the viceregal court came all the well-to-do citizens of Dublin with their wives and debutante daughters, and the Lord Lieutenant kissed every young lady as she was presented to him. This old custom was not abolished until the second appointment of the late Lord Aberdeen to the lord-lieutenancy. The Aberdeens were not popular in Ireland because they were considered parsimonious. They lived within the income the British provided for the maintenance of the viceregal court.

In contrast to them were the great Lords Wimborne and Dudley. Lord Wimborne provided his own escort of sixty cavalrymen who on state occasions followed the vice-regal carriages with drawn sabers. Lord Wimborne bought polo ponies from the horse-dealers of the country and made the polo ground in the Phoenix Park, where the viceregal lodge was situated, one of the most famous polo centers next to Hurlingham and Ranelagh. Even the country people, inheritors of an age-long hatred of England, admired Lord Wimborne; for in Ireland anyone whose delight is in horses cannot fail to be popular. Horse-manship is superior to politics.

The Earl of Dudley was another great and popular Lord Lieutenant. He exceeded the grant provided by the British Government by about £50,000 a year and paid the difference out of his own pocket. He commended himself to the people not so much by his horsemanship as by liberality and extravagance. Tales were told of his nights of card-playing, tales worthy of the old Hellfire Club. This was a meeting place for all the Irish "bucks" of the eighteenth century when many a stately mansion was staked on the turn of a card, and when landed estates

were going up in mad grandeur while their owners went down in ruin.

But if the tales of Lord Dudley's parties were true, the Hellfire Club had nothing on him. It was said that, at the end of a night's play, when the guests were too tired to cut and deal, he had squares chalked on the floor in each of which stood a guest till His Lordship gave the table stacked with its thousands of golden sovereigns a mighty kick. When the coins ricocheted from the ceiling, the man into whose square most of them rolled scooped the pool. They could not but admire such a sportsman in Ireland. What a contrast to the Aberdeens, who made the country pay for their patronage!

I can still see Lord Dudley lifting his hat in response to the polite, fashionable applause as the viceregal carriages circled the grounds of the great Irish Horse Show at Ballsbridge. I can see his cavalry on its perfect horses and the light on its drawn swords. He was the last of the great satraps who ruled the world in the days of Queen Victoria. He is gone with all his retinue. His viceregal lodge is silent now. There are no golden sovereigns about its polished floors. All is changed. Ireland is free.

And yet I have met Irishmen who still speak of the days of the great satraps as "the good old days."

HOW and why was the change brought about? It was brought about largely by the disregard of the English governors of Ireland for the condition of the Irish masses. The English upper classes were callous enough to the condition of their own people, but their standards of living were much higher than the standards of the Irish farmer, and noblesse oblige. The English landlord had certain obligations to his tenantry: he had to keep their houses and fences in repair. After that he could with impunity ignore his tenants or give them a patronizing nod. The lower classes rather liked it. The docility of the lower classes in England is one of the most remarkable and unrecorded things of our time.

But there were no obligations on the part of the landlord in Ireland. While he was spending his rents at the tinsel court in Dublin or in London the tenant was inhumanly housed. If he tried to improve his holding his rent was raised. Almost none of the country's revenue, which was about £52,000,000 a year, was spent in Ireland. A few houses were built in or about Dublin by a part of the English body which was called the Local Government Board. England's policy was to maintain the status quo and to take as much money as possible out of the country without actually killing the goose.

Agitators and patriots were not long in rousing an ignorant and apathetic peasantry to a realization of this. No-rent campaigns and land disturbances forced one of the best English Chief Secretaries of Ireland to draw up an act which enabled the poor Irish farmer to buy himself out of the clutches of his landlord. The Wyndham Act was one of the first efforts of amelioration of the lot of the Irish tenant farmer. When Wyndham was appointed Chief Secretary he did not depend for his information on the Irish jacks-in-office in his department in Dublin Castle. He took none of their tales for (Continued on page 62)

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Al fresco
ma non troppo

by Mary Ward

A guide to America's summer music, now foremost in the world—some of it free, most of it informal, all of it first class

EARLE DOUCETTE

Borden's boudoir cows have nothing on Bessie, Rockport's bovine bluestocking, who fancies a Curtis Quartet rehearsal

EARLE DOUCETTE

ALIX B. WILLIAMSON

ROCKPORT

Three stages of the Rockport summer music festival give an idea of what goes on after the big concert season ends: top, strung on a clothesline, the Curtis fiddles get their monthly health certificate from the violin doctor, who prescribes fresh air and Maine sunshine; above, the players take time out during morning rehearsal in the apple orchard to dissect that andante movement; left, the finished performance draws a crowd from all over the countryside to the Boat Barn Sunday evening concerts. In the second row, Louise Curtis Bok, festival patroness, may be seen approving her protégés

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NEW YORK

PAUL T. BROWN

At ease on top of the world, Lewisohn Stadium standees spend many an evening with the New York Philharmonic-Symphony Orchestra. This year's audiences will pass on what Oscar Levant refers to as his "smattering of ignorance" of the "Rhapsody in Blue," will see Marian Anderson return to the scene of her first triumph, more ballet than ever before, and a gala "Carmen." Up till now Gershwin and Pons have drawn biggest audiences

THIS is for you, mister, who are not really a music lover. It is obvious that your spirit, encased for many months behind its impregnable boiled shirt, has been too fettered to soar. The only wings which unfold are those of your collar, toward the end of the last movement of the Choral Symphony. But even if your spirit were freed by some exalting cadenza, it is probable that frustration would send it limping back when it reached the puce-colored walls of orchestra hall—any orchestra hall anywhere! You have been taking music the hard way.

But when the lady commuters have clipped the last ticket from their Friday concert books and the padded leather doors have closed on another season of symphony, you can take off your vest, hitch up your braces, and for a total outlay of about $10 make ready to take your music lying down. Not that we recommend sprawling under a newspaper in the park during the Sunday band concert: we simply suggest that you take the best music in the best way, which is the simple way.

Even if you are a New Yorker for whom nothing is really simple, an evening with the masters can be man-aged without the undue strain of taxis and top hats. After

an early supper à deux at a sidewalk café near home, take a seat on the top of an open bus up Fifth Avenue. The sun will be setting along the river and as you swing onto Man-hattan's most beautiful drive you can see the topmasts of an occasional schooner anchored below. Utterly urban as the Lewisohn Stadium is in its surroundings, it nonethe-less provides an escape for the musical claustrophobe. Its white simplicity is good, and it is also good to sit under an open sky and look down at the black, gesticulating figure on the podium, or at the colorful pas de ballet. The War, you remember, gave rise to the concerts: it was a means of entertainment for all those soldiers and sailors in town. Sadly enough, with all the uncivilized pettiness which we now so deplore in other countries, Wagner was verboten as was all other German and Austrian music. The opening program, calculated to fill the boys with the spirit of do or die, began with Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance" and wound up with "Ritorna Vincitor" from *Aida*. Lest any-one miss the martial tone of the opening concert, conductor Arnold Volpe wrote "American Reveille" especially for the occasion. Sponsors Guggenheimer and Lewisohn brought an impressive list of guests including Caruso, Alda, and

n idea of which clothesline, violin bow, layers take out, etc. all over the second floor of her prang

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ST. LOUIS

A. W. SANDARS

Guardabassi, the Butlers, Battles, and a few titles. It took. Since then there have been Stadium concerts every summer. Varied to suit every taste (low-brow excepted), the programs have included, besides straight symphony, every kind of soloist, ballet, opera, and Gershwin. Ethel Merman and Maxine Sullivan, under the banner of Gershwin, have both carried the torch to the Stadium and packed them in the aisles as never before.

That is until Lily Pons and her conductor husband started breaking records. Her concert last summer was the only one which made money for Philadelphia's Robin Hood Dell, next musical stop down the line from New York. They practically give music away at the Robin Hood Dell, the average admission to listen to a guest conductor and 80 per cent of the Philadelphia Orchestra's winter personnel being 33¢. This covers about two-thirds of cost, and the Social Register stands the rap for the other third. (Take from the rich to serve the poor—it's all in the good Robin Hood tradition.) The only performance besides the coloratura carolings of Mrs. Kostelanetz to break even was a combination of Fray and Braggiotti and the Montgomery Ballet. Song and dance and the solo performances

of big-name musicians are what draw the crowds. Their enthusiasm for Caspar Reardon very nearly drove him to the hospital. On his program was a composition by Dana Seusse called "Young Man with a Harp," written especially for Reardon and completed only three days before the concert. The feverish last-minute rehearsals put painful blisters on Reardon's fingers. The fascinating sequence of movements in the concerto, from classic through romantic to swing, threw the audience into gales of applause. As they encored madly, the harpist relaxed his screaming fingertips in relief and bowed himself off the stage. An encore was quite out of the question, but as he did not see fit to explain why, he was put down immediately as an old stingy and was roundly booed for his apparent lack of generosity.

ALTHOUGH there is room for half as many people on the steps of the gentle slope as there is on the benches, Philadelphians in the main take their music sitting up. In Washington, the next stop south, however, a more romantic note creeps in. The U. S. government clerk and the Senator's daughter can extract in one evening all the

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Musical comedy in Forest Park mitigates the strain of the torrid St. Louis summer. Crowds like the one shown at the left watching "Good News" have been coming here for twenty-one years. Below, the Boston "Pops," where beer is the classic accompaniment to Beethoven. Bottom, Washington's canoe brigade, attentive to Hans Kindler, should forever dispel the notion that serious music and casual audiences don't mix

BOSTON

JOHN B. SAUBONIA

gold from summer—a canoe on the Potomac, a full moon, and from a floating barge at the water's edge the most lovely music. High on the bank above the great white shell where dynamic Hans Kindler conducts his orchestra, rises the pillared rectangle of the Lincoln Memorial. Straight across the long bridge on the Virginia side gleam the fat white pillars of Gen. Robert E. Lee's front porch. The government clerk lights the Japanese lanterns that hang from the improvised rigging of his canoe, and the Senator's daughter opens her little straw picnic basket to hand the g. c. his share of the love apples (tomatoes on any other night) dipped in mayonnaise, eggs deviled with anchovy, and cold roast beef and watercress sandwiches. And the g. c. will undoubtedly go far if he can at this point produce a flagon of Chianti. Just as the sunset sky turns to a night shade, the scattered canoes converge around the edges of the orchestral barge, facing the river bank solid with a mosaic of faces. Hans Kindler, the man who has fashioned the Washington Symphony alone out of whole cloth, takes his place. If the program is popular, planned with an eye to the non-paying canoeists for example, it may include (Continued on page 57)

WASHINGTON

WASHINGTON TIMES-HERALD

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# Yr. OBEDIENT SERVANT

with Impressions of Peking drawn by Tchelitchew

## by Osbert Sitwell

During the morning of my second or
third day in the Kan-Yu Hutung in
Peking, an intermittent music floated
down from the sky and drew me out
into the court to see what it could be.
High up, alternately dark or smoky
against the blue dome that in this at-
mosphere appeared taut
and brittle as glass, a
flock of birds was
*maneuvering*. When the creatures
sped in a straight
line the music came
low and regular,
like that of a dis-
tant rocket in as-
cent, only fainter,
but with each turn
in their flight it

grew of a sudden stronger, and seemed
to contain a note, also, of menace such
as I had heard in no bird song hereto-
fore. I could not quite solve the mystery.
At this instant Chang, my Chinese serv-
ant, came out, and remarked in a grati-
fied voice, "Master worry and puzzle:
has not heard pigeons make whistle
music before?"

And, indeed, I had not. Nor had any
of my friends acquainted with China
ever warned me of it, or told me of the
technique the Chinese employed, of
how they tie whistles to the bodies of
the pigeons so that the rush of their
flight produces these strains. Lich'en
says, "When the pigeons wheel over-

head, their sound rises even to the
clouds. Truly it gives joy, and a release
to the emotions!"

Chang enjoyed, even more than the
music of the birds' flight, my obvious
surprise at it. Though tall, with an al-
most episcopal dignity of mien as he
swept in and out of the rooms in his
long robe, he liked to giggle to himself
a little whenever a white employer
plainly betrayed his ignorance. A day
or two after I arrived, I called him into
my room to help me deal with a singu-
lar monster that was clattering about on
the floor with a noise, as it sidled and
darted, like a walking coal scuttle. An
enormous crab-like beetle, it had fright-
ened me, for its whole appearance was
so baleful that I thought it might pos-
sibly be mortal to man. Chang paused
to identify this dragon, and then re-
marked with an air of immense superi-
ority, "Master no like? Very much
prized in Chinese medicine." Neverthe-
less, sympathy was to be felt mixed with
his contempt. (Poor barbarians, they
know no better. Must try and help,
must try educate.)

Through talking with Chang I be-
gan to appreciate several points in the
national character; such, for example, as
that method of indirect approach to a
subject which comes so naturally to the
Oriental, but remains so alien to our
unsubtle minds. One day I was handed
by mistake some letters addressed to
my landlord and laid them down on
the table, saying to myself idly at the
time, "Well, I wonder what they are
about?" Chang naturally concluded
my words to be an injunction to
him and before I had realized what
he was doing had torn open the en-
velopes and was informing me of their
contents.

One morning he remarked to me,
"Master interested in army?"
"No."

Not at all discouraged, he continued
proudly, "My uncle a General in Chi-
nese Army. Uncle very patriotic man.
The Japanese they offer him one whole
hundred thousand dollars to help them."
"And he refused it," I said.

For a moment I saw the shocked ex-
pression that always appeared on it
when his sense of thrift was in any way
thwarted, cross his face, and then he
cried out with anguished patriotism,
"No, no, Master! He take money, and
then run home."

"Malbrouck s'en va-t-en guerre," I

hummed to myself.

One day several
weeks later, I said,
"Chang, can you
find a photog-
rapher for me? I
want him to come
here to take a
group of all of
you in the court-
yard."

"Very easy for
me. I own photo-
glaphic business—
but no one know."

(At this point it should be added that
when the photographs were finished,
anyone who saw them would have been
able at once to guess the secret. Every
other face in the group came out lined
and seared, whereas the cameraman
had, with a terrible sycophancy, touched
up Chang's enemy, the cook—a genius
in his own way—and transformed him
into a malicious and idiot gnome.)

"Very easy," Chang repeated.

"But, good heavens," I said, "you've
kept very quiet about it. Next, you'll be
telling me you've got another business
as well."

"Yes. A photoglaph business in Jehol,
and two silk business with brother in
Mukden."

"Is that all?"

"No, two silk business in Tientsin,
and one fruit business with another
brother in Harbin."

"And others as well, I suppose?"

"No, no more; no more stores—only
two restaurants in Shanghai and one,
very big, in Hong
Kong."

"But you
must be a rich
man, Chang;
why do you
work like this?"

"In Peking
this no time for
big people: this
time for little
man. Make my-
self small. And
not rich, not
rich at all. Price

of eggs dreadful now: twelve a penny!"

A few days later, he had come into
my room and had hovered about with a
peculiar air. I could tell, from experi-
ence, that he wished to approach me,
and I could see that he was turning
some problem (Continued on page 69)

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THE SPIRIT
OF GENEVA
or the Vicissitudes of Gin

by A. R. Schiller

OF ALL the spirits man can brew none has had a shadier past or a nobler birth than gin; none is held by Americans in lower esteem, or is more indispensable to them. If gin reflected the deeds of violence committed in its name, every crystal drop would turn a bloody red. But its chief ingredients are respectable: sprigs of juniper are hung over peasant doorways to ward off evil spirits, and angelica was so named because of its heavenly virtues. Gin should reek of sin and corruption; instead it is the purest, the most delicately flavored liquor man has learned to make.

"Geneva" it was called, a corruption of *genièvre*, the French for juniper, but this was later shortened in English to "gin."

The French attribute its origin to the juniper wine invented as a drink for poor Parisians by the Comte de Morret, son of Henri IV. The Dutch credit a certain Sylvius, professor at the University of Leyden in the seventeenth century, who chanced upon it during researches directed toward making palatable the undrinkable natural spirits of his day. In any case its progress in France was soon drowned in the flood of grape brandy that flowed up from the Midi, while its manufacture in Holland expanded into one of the chief lowland industries.

By the end of the seventeenth century there were 300 distilleries making geneva in Schiedam alone, whence it pulsated along the arteries of Dutch trade from Java to America. Silver-legged Peter Stuyvesant brought it to Nieuw Amsterdam with him, ordered it sold in the taverns. It was served in a three-bowled drinking cup called a "clover leaf," which the stout burghers sought to empty in three quick draughts. This primitive brew was thick and fiery as brimstone; it was a tremendous feat to swallow it, an even greater one to keep it down.

Brought to England by soldiers returning from the Dutch Wars, and by the British navy, which captured many cargoes of "Dutch Courage," the taste for

geneva grew very slowly. But in 1689 William of Orange, newly crowned King of England, seeking to deal a smashing blow against his arch-foe Louis XIV, prohibited the importation of all French wines and spirits and allowed anyone in England to open a distillery. The results were immediate. Popular French claret disappeared and port became the national wine of England. Cognac was banished from the taverns, and gin entered the market and embarked on the rakish career that eventually debauched the whole English lower class.

Unhampered by supervision of any sort, the distillers turned their gin out in the cheapest way they could. Spiked with grains of paradise, pepper, sulphuric acid, and other trifles to make it palatable, it was characteristically blue in color from the amount of fusel oil and other noxious substances it contained. It was sold so cheaply that the very poorest people could afford to indulge themselves in a never-ending state of intoxication. Babies were weaned on it—literally—and died of alcoholism at the age of six.

The reason for this nationwide drinking spree is not hard to find. This was the century when the boundless British energy, impossible to confine, bubbled out of its island kingdom across the seas to America, Africa, and India; it infected the highwaymen who beat the roads converging on London and could wander unmolested through the market places of the metropolis; it made Marlborough and his British armies the scourge of Europe; it filled Parliament with well-born ward-heelers whose single-minded purpose was to line their pockets. Deprived of such innocent pleasures, the lower classes turned to gin as an outlet for their restless energies, and did it with such vengeance that Sir John Fielding, in his pamphlet, "On the Late Increase of Robbers," estimated it would take only twenty years to depopulate the slums of England.

FINALLY, in 1736, moved by the pleas of reformers and the enormous increase of crime, Parliament passed the "Gin Act" requiring a £50 license of all distillers and a tax of 20s a gallon on their product, hoping by this means to deprive the people of their drink. This virtual prohibition was lamented throughout Britain as a national calamity. Ballads in

lamentation for the untimely death of "Mother Gin" and "Madame Geneva" were published far and wide. The poet-aster, Alex Blunt, wrote in the *Gentleman's Magazine*, the contemporary TOWN & COUNTRY,

"Hail, mighty Gin! My heart inflame.

Oh, warm, raise, spirit me to flame! etc."

On the day the act was to take effect a plot was hatched between the Jacobite adherents of the exiled Stuarts and the distillers to give their gin away free and stir the people to revolt. They were almost successful. There were riots from one end of Britain to the other. Drunken mobs ran through the streets shouting, "No Gin, No King!" It took the combined efforts of the constabulary, militia, and army to put them down.

But the pettifogging Parliament found prohibition easy to decree and impossible to enforce. The populace soon broke all restraint. No licenses were taken out, no duties paid, informers were intimidated, justices refused to sentence, and gin, called in derision "Parliament brandy," was sold on every street corner. Its quality, bad when it had been legal, became positively poisonous. Sudden deaths in gin shops were so frequent that river-front sites were eagerly sought by taverners so that the bodies of their clients could be easily disposed of. Fielding claimed one-eighth of London's population drank gin as their principal sustenance, and that every sixth house was a "tuppenny shop," so named for the shingles they hung out: "Drunk for a penny, dead drunk for tuppence, clean straw for nothing."

Voltaire and Ben Franklin were shocked by the wholesale debauchery. Sam Johnson deplored it. Against it Hogarth directed his most savage lampoons in the set of prints called "Gin Lane." "It appears," finally observed Lord Lonsdale, head of the Parliamentary commission appointed to investigate the evil, "that the consumption of gin has considerably increased every year since the duties were imposed." (Continued on page 74)

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# The Great

It all happened back in the days when trotters were trotters, and the funny thing was, George Orville started it. Not that there was anything wrong with George, but he just didn't have gumption and we knew it in Swinglefield. He was one of your planners and contrivers and always had been—sort of fellow that can't see a clock without taking it to pieces and talking about it so smooth and easy that he's got the works all over the table before you realize what he's up to. Afterwards, of course, he'd always put it together again and, his claim was, with improvements. Well, he improved ours so much that she struck thirteen every hour, when he was through with her. Though I've got to admit she did keep better time.

But that was the way he was—always boiling over with one idea or another, and the yellow cowlick on the back of his head sticking up when he got excited. Not a mite of harm in him, you know, but, if anyone got the thin end of a trade, it was liable to be George. He could have built up a nice enough little business, if he'd liked—harness shop it was, and he knew how to please his customers—but, half the time he'd be too busy trying to figure out some new kind of patent bridle to attend to business. Or a watch you could wear on your wrist—as if any man in his senses would want a thing like that. He was always cutting pieces out the paper, too, and dragging them out of his pocketbook to read aloud to you. That was one of the things that made Hi Foster call him the village fool. And that was how the Great Swinglefield Derby started—with one of George's clippings.

When I saw him taking it out of his pocketbook, that evening in the store, I knew we were in for something. But, there, we all knew George and I liked to hear him talk. Some thought it was the best thing he did—and I must say he was usually full of oratory and rhetoric.

"Friends and fellow citizens," he began, sort of slow and impressive, leaning on the cracker-barrel, "there's a very important proposition I want to put before you tonight and I'd like your honest reflections on this important subject—"

"What is it this time, George?" said Hi Foster. "Another syringe pen that spouts ink all over your shirt front?" And that wasn't kind of Hi, because most of us had forgotten the syringe pen and the money George had sunk in it by then. But Hi never was one to let a joke die out.

George flushed to the roots of his hair—he was fair-complected—but all the same he kept on.

"No, it ain't a syringe pen," he said. "Though that one would have worked if I'd had a little more capital and the right materials—and, if you're going to allude to my patent self-sharpening apple-corer, Hi Foster, I can only say that anything handled the wrong way is liable to cut a man's fingers, and I'm applying for a modification of the patent that will render it perfectly safe for man, woman, or child. But, important as it is, I have put it

# Swinglefield Derby

by Stephen Vincent Benét

aside for the moment,” and he tapped the clipping. “I have put it aside because, first and last, I am a public-spired citizen of Swinglefield. And here, in this small piece of paper I hold before you, I have what I have long been looking for. I have something that’s going to put Swinglefield right on the map!”

"Always thought we was on the map, not to speak of the Boston & Maine," said Zeb Wheelock, the station agent.

"Grandiosely and geographically speaking," said George Orville, "Swinglefield may be. But from a viewpoint of national interest and universal attention—well, Swinglefield just ain't, and you know it as well as me."

"If you mean summer boarders," said Josh Bailey, "way I always figure it—they cost more money than they’re worth. Specially kids," he said. "My old woman sets a good table, but the way them summer boarders wolf things down and keep calling for more—"

"Summer boarders!" said George Orville. "I'm not talking about any such small fry as summer boarders. I'm talking about an event that'll set the glorious name of Swinglefield like a new constellation in the blue and starry firmament. I'm talking of something that'll get us known throughout the length and breadth of these United States. Have any of you gentlemen ever heard of that great national sporting event in England—the Derby?"

"Seems to me I've heard it was a horse race," said Josh Bailey, cautious.

"A horse race," said George Orville. "It's *the* horse race of the world. Kings and princes are proud to be seen at it—aye, and maharajahs—"

"What in time's a maharajah?" said Hi Foster.

"Coffee-colored feller in a turban," said Zeb Wheelock. "Go on, George—you're doing fine!" And there was a laugh, because folks always laughed at George. He flushed again but he went right on.

"It's something all England turns out to see," he said. "They come from the lanes and the hedgerows—well, gentlemen, you may say that England's a small country beside our own glorious continent—but anything a whole nation turns out for like that must be worth seeing. Eclipse won it—you'll have heard of the great Eclipse—and our own American Iroquois won it in '81—" and he went on with a list of names and dates and painted a picture of the Derby and Epsom Downs and the crowds cheering and the Queen herself watching the race, with her gold crown on her head and her robes of state about her, till you could see it all right in front of your eyes.

"That's all very well," said Hi Foster finally, when he'd finished, "But England's England and Swinglefield's Swinglefield. And I don't see the connection."

"Connection?" said George. "Why, it's plain as the nose on your face. What England's done, Swinglefield can do. And Swinglefield's got to have a Derby of her own!"

There was kind of a stunned silence at that. Only Rufe

Graham got up and went out of the door. Rufe was a religious man and didn't hold with horse racing.

After he'd gone, Zeb Wheelock broke the silence.

"Admitting and allowing," he said, "that Swinglefield ought to have a Derby. First place, where's the horses? And second, what about morality?"

"I'll answer your second question first," said George. "Do you suppose the Archbishop of Canterbury would approve an event that wasn't moral? And yet, you'd see him at the Derby, fanning himself with his miter, if it happened to be a hot day."

"I don't know about Archbishops approving," said Zeb, "but I know Parson Winslow. He wouldn't."

"The Parson's got a ewe-necked gray mare," said George Orville. "She don't look much but she's a stepper. I've seen him let her out on the Boston pike."

"You mean to say this is going to be a *trotting* Derby?" said Hi Foster.

"Just so," said George Orville. "And that's where we improve on Old England. For racing's bound to have luck in it. But trotting—real American trotting—is an exercise of skill and strength."

"All the same, you'd have to have prize money," said Hi Foster, wetting his lips.

"Oh, we'd have that," said George Orville. "A man's skill ought to be rewarded, not to speak of a horse's. But half the entrance fees ought to go to the fund for the new melodeon. I guess that'll fix Parson."

"Well, the church does need a new melodeon," said Zeb Wheelock, "and, so far, there's only $8.13 in the fund. But—"

"Well now, there's that bay of Hi Foster's that he's always claiming Hambletonian blood for—" said George Orville.

"Claiming!" said Hi Foster. "That horse is Hambletonian by sire and dam. And if he can't better 2.20—"

WELL with that the meeting turned into a plain horse-argument and, before you knew it, we were having it hot and heavy as to whether Parson's mare could beat Hi Foster's bay, or otherwise. And George Orville smoothed down his cowlick and sat back. He knew he'd started something.

But then, of course, we had to win over the women. That would have been hard, except for the Widow Dykes. George Orville talked to her. She was a notable woman and a pillar of the church, but also and likewise, she drove a roan she called Greased Lightning. Well, George persuaded her to enter Greased Lightning in the Derby—on the understanding, of course, that it was purely a trial of skill and strength, with no betting involved—and that helped a lot.

Next thing to do was to find a course. George Orville told us all about Epsom Downs (Continued on page 60)

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"Lucky is the cook on a small ship," says Ruth Brindze, "who can practice his art in comfort." Lucky also are the blue-water eskapats who can take a bisque from radio war news and peruse *Seamanship Below Deck* (Harcourt, Brace; $2.50). Though the scope, practicality, and versatility of Mrs. Brindze's seagoing advice (extending to the right sedatives for seasick Fido) would fascinate the most convinced landlubber, this volume rates top marks here for the long and excellent sections that concern culinary arrangements on the often too-rolling deep. As a onetime and very part-time sea cook ourself (with the sole recommendation of never being sick to windward), these words on outfitting, provisioning, and the actual production of meals on board indeed say a mouthful on a most neglected subject. Simplicity, as the author says, is the order of the galley. Many of her dishes are whole meals cooked in one pan. Foolproof and easily prepared short cuts are included; but luxury foods for special occasions (and this is rare) are also treated at length.

The fact that the kitchen equipment of a small yacht is by necessity extremely reduced seems to bring out either the beast or the Brillat-Savarin in the galley slave. The owners of small boats or their mates, who are handy over a two- or three-burner, produce, by and large, far better-tasting (and far more appreciated) fare than any high-paid chefs on steam yachts.

## Sea-faring

Mrs. John Meigs, who officiates in her own galley, comes in this category: as cook of the 38-foot ketch Killdeer, her food afloat is famous north and south of the Chesapeake. Nothing could be more appetizing than the following dish she serves hungry sailors. The sauce is often prepared at home and taken aboard in a mason jar; it keeps for days on ice.

**Macaroni Morgan** (serves 6). Cook 2 cloves of garlic and 2 green peppers sliced fine in ¼ cup olive oil for 3 minutes. Add 1 lb. raw ground beef a little at a time, stirring with a fork till lightly browned. Now add 1 cup water, 1 No. 3 can tomatoes, 1 can tomato paste, 2 bay leaves, 2 teaspoons salt, and ½ teaspoon pepper. Simmer 3 hours. When the macaroni is cooked, this sauce is well mixed with it, and extra tomato juice is added if it seems too dry. It is served piping hot with an accompaniment of grated parmesan.

Mrs. Meigs's tricks re preparing lunch are worth noting. This is what she does right after breakfast in rough weather. Cutlery, napkins, salt and pepper, beetleware cups and plates, sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper, etc. are all stowed in a rubber dish-drainer which, as it will not skid, can later hold its own on deck no

by MARY FROST MABON, Food Editor

matter what the angle of the boat. A hot dish is prepared and, either in its covered saucepan (it will be reheated later) or in a wide-mouthed thermos, is wedged into the sink, on which the cover is replaced, with a thermos of coffee. In hot weather, along with canned beer, cans of soup are put to jell on the ice after breakfast. As ice is precious, iced tea is made aboard the Killdeer by filling a clean milk bottle with cold water, pushing in 4 or 5 tea bags, covering with an oil-silk "hat," and putting the bottle to chill along with the beer—the bags are removed when the tea's complexion suits.

One of the Meigses' emergency favorites to feed unexpected guests is chicken gumbo, served over rice in bowls, accompanied by plenty of crisp pilot biscuit, and followed by salad or fruit.

**Meigs Chicken Gumbo.** Sauté 2 cut-up onions in butter, drain, and add to them 1 tin Heinz Creole Gumbo soup, 1 No. 2 tin tomatoes, also salt, pepper, and a bay leaf. Heat all this, chicken it slightly, then add 1 jar of whole chicken, cut in pieces, and 2 tablespoons of New Orleans Gumbo Filé powder (this last can be had, as often stated here, from Bellows in New York, John Wagner in Philadelphia, and other fine-delicacy houses).

## Clear Sailing

Jared and Edith Bliss, who are more at home in their Alden-designed Coastwise Cruiser than on land, are, like Mrs. Brindze, great enthusiasts for S. S. Pierce's canned goods on the seas, made easily available by the store's delivery service all along the eastern shoreline (catalogue can be had by writing S. S. Pierce, Tremont Street, Boston). Ballerina, the Bliss boat, is only a bit over 36 feet overall; Mrs. Bliss, the Boulestin of sea cooks, gives her all to lucky guests on a 2-burner alcohol pressure stove. Here follow two quick-to-prepare Ballerina dinners for four people that should convince the most skeptical that it can happen here. The first begins with hot tomato soup: (2 cans) heated with one of

Macy's little bags of mixed herbs; continues with *lobster* (either fresh or 2 cans from S. S. Pierce). Prepare sauce by first melting 1 tablespoon butter, then adding ¼ teaspoon powdered mustard, a good dash of cayenne, and ¼ teaspoon salt (Mrs. Bliss uses a salt mill); add to this the lobster meat and, when piping hot, the juice of ½ lemon and ½ cup sherry, cook 1 minute, and serve on Holland rusks. With this dish goes a large mixed green salad, a long roll of Italian or French bread, and a ½ lb. carton of that Breakstone whipped fresh butter from the A. & P. that keeps so well. Dessert can be either Gristede tinned St. Francis nectarines mixed with canned black cherries and brandy, or fresh raspberries and blueberries mixed (buy them covered with cellophane as these keep exceptionally).

Another Bliss meal that is a triumph begins with Underwood's *purée mongole* with curry powder added to taste in the heating, or else the S. S. Pierce minestrone. The main course is quite heavenly *hamburger* done in the pan in which canned S. S. Pierce apple rings, that are afterwards served with it, have been sautéed in butter. The hamburger, what's more, is seasoned with French dressing, cooked covered, with tomatoes pan-broiling around it, and served with Philipoff's mustard sauce. Two cans of S. S. Pierce's potato sticks are heated to appear at the same time. The dessert is a Bliss variant of *coeur à la crème*, made by creaming a cream cheese, adding to it 1 good tablespoon guava jelly, beating with a fork, adding 2 tablespoons of brandy, and serving on toasted crackers. Mugs of coffee are served with this. (For iced coffee Mrs. Bliss finds the S. S. Pierce coffee bags indispensable.)

## Hit the Trail

Michael Hare, architect and industrial designer, is also known as the hollandaise king of the wilderness, the man who makes cocktail appetizers by the trail-side, that fellow who goes camping with wines (he prefers a Deidesheimer Riesling Auslese '29 for the purpose, or else a cheap red wine to swill by the quart). The following béarnaise is one of his standbys not only to eat on hamburgers under a pup-tent with the dog Pengo, but to add the ultimate touch to many outdoor dishes.

**Béarnaise.** First, boil down 1 glass white wine with 1 glass tarragon vinegar and a big pinch dried tarragon leaves till it is reduced to ½ glass. Into this beat, still over the fire, the yolks of 7½ eggs, adding, little by little, in small pieces, ¾ lb. of butter, always continuing to beat. When it thickens and is seasoned with salt and cayenne, it is ready.

Most people could hardly give a Hare or fair imitation of Sole Normande in God's great out-of-doors (filet of haddock cooked in wine, with canned shrimp and canned mushroom substi- (Continued on page 68)

HENRY M. DEVEREUX

sideboard combination which has the gimbal-mounted three-burner pressure alcohol stove right and icebox left

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Mrs. John Meigs makes her far-famed sea meals aboard the ketch Killdeer. Seen through galley door: the sink-

PHOTOS BY SCHNALL

In character with the granite foundation, oiled cedar clapboards, windows and railings painted gray-umber, the underside of the eaves pale gray-blue

The living-room and balcony wing, built on the cantilever principle, as it looks at low tide. At high tide it rides like a ship above ten feet of water

Alvar Aalto, Finland's outstanding modern architect, designed the furniture for the dining-room. Mrs. Thomas uses Mexican pottery and clear Mexican glass

and in other pictorial views is Howe's practical answer to Mrs. Thomas' vision of a room that would ride above the waters of Somes Sound at high tide. The architect worked it out structurally by resting the overhang on a central reinforced concrete pier, set on a projecting ledge of the cliff and supporting a symmetrically balanced double cantilever, one of which juts out over the water while the other is anchored in the rock. The virtue of the cantilever is that it gives a sense of the miraculous to the profile of the house and resists the disintegrating action of salt water and the pressure of ice and tide.

Fortune Rock, named for a village on the coast below Portland, where the Thomas family settled before moving to Thomaston, Maine, is definitely a summer house, built for fun and frolic. It is designed as two single-story wings on different levels. One wing runs east and west for 115 feet, following the edge of the cliff. This is connected with the road by two light wooden bridges over a natural depression. It contains the hall-dining-room, bedroom suites, kitchen-pantry and service porch. The living-room wing, 40 feet long and 20 feet wide, projecting at a right angle, is on a lower level. The upper floor of a two-story connecting building, which encloses a short stairway, is raised a couple of steps above the floor of the living-room to provide a stage for musical doings. Off it are big closets for young Jane Thomas' harp, Joseph B. Jr.'s accordion, music racks, et cetera. The house as it exists is just a nucleus of what is to come. Ultimately there will be a separate building for Joe and Clara Thomas, another for the children and their guests, with a boathouse adjoining, leaving the present structure to be used for dining and as quarters for visitors. In the meantime the young males sleep in tents and dress in a general dressing-room with a shower bath, young females sleep on living-room couches, mature guests at the local inn.

In spite of the fact that Mrs. Thomas has seen no reason to subject Maine to another series of sentimentalized weathered shingle cottages, Fortune Rock is as native as lobster chowder and retired sea captains. Everything, including the built-in cabinetwork, was constructed of local materials by local craftsmen. The stone for the foundations and large chimney was collected in the fields and from the ledges along the water. In the interiors the walls are lined with birch, oak, and fir plywood. Enclosing walls are practically eliminated when the enormous windows are rolled back by means of tracks and grooves. Alvar Aalto designed the dining-room table in three parts with supplementary nests of tables, a flexible arrangement for large parties and meals served at all hours.

Corn fed: From front to back, George Howe, architect, Emlen Etting, artist, Joseph B. and Clara Fargo Thomas

THE CARAVANERS

Published in 1909 and too long out of print, this novel explains better than any writing today why the Germans and English are again at loggerheads. The author, an Englishwoman married to the Junker Count von Arnim, began her writing career with "Elizabeth and Her German Garden" in 1898. Now seventy-four, as Elizabeth, Countess Russell, widow of Bertrand Russell's brother, she lives in America. "The Caravaners" is as bitterly amusing and as contemporary in feeling as her latest best-seller, "Mr. Skeffington," or any other novel on the new lists.

In June this year there were a few fine days, and we supposed the summer had really come at last. The effect was to make us feel as if our flat were only a dull place after all, and think with something like longing of the country. It was the year of the fifth anniversary of our wedding, and having decided to mark the occasion by a trip abroad in the proper holiday season of August we could not afford, neither did we desire, to spend money on trips into the country in June. My wife therefore suggested that we should devote a few afternoons to a series of visits to those of our acquaintances who live near Storchwerder and farm their own estates. "In this way," said she, "we shall get much fresh air at little cost."

After a time I agreed. Not immediately, of course, for a reasonable man will take care to consider the suggestions made by his wife from every point of view before consenting to follow them or allowing her to follow them. Women do not reason: they have instincts; and instincts would land them in strange places sometimes if it were not that their

husbands are there to illuminate the path for them and behave, if one may so express it, as a kind of guiding and very clever glowworm. As for those who have not succeeded in getting husbands, all I can say is God help them.

There was nothing, however, to be advanced against Edelgard's idea in this case; on the contrary, there was much to commend it. We should get fresh air; we should be fed; and we should pay nothing. As Major of the artillery regiment stationed at Storchwerder I am obliged anyhow to keep a couple of horses (they are fed at the cost of the regiment), and I also in the natural order of things have one of the men of my battalion in my flat as servant and coachman, who costs me little more than his keep and may not give me notice.

The estates round Storchwerder are big, and we found on counting up that five calls would cover the entire circle of our country acquaintance. There might have been a sixth, but for reasons with which I entirely concurred my dear wife did not choose to include it. Lines have to be drawn, and I do not think an altogether bad definition of a gentleman or a lady would be one who draws them. Indeed, Edelgard was in some doubt as to whether there should be even five, a member of the five—not in this case actually the landowner but the brother of the widowed lady owning it, who lives with her and looks after her interests—being a person we neither of us can care much about, because he is not only unsound politically, but he is also either unable or unwilling—Edelgard and I could never make up our minds which—to keep his sister in order. Yet to keep the woman one is responsible for in order whether she be sister, or wife, or mother, or daughter, or even aunt is really quite easy. It is only a question of beginning in time as you mean to go on, and of being especially firm whenever you feel internally least so. It is so easy that I never could understand the difficulty. It is so easy that when my wife at this point brought me my eleven o'clock bread and ham and butter and interrupted me by looking over my shoulder, I smiled up at her, my thoughts still running on this theme, and taking the hand that put down the plate said, "Is it not, dear wife?"

"Is what not?" she asked—rather stupidly I thought, for she had read what I had written to the end; then without giving me time to reply she said, "Are you not going to write the story of our experiences in England after all, Otto?"

"Certainly," said I.

"To lend round among our relations next winter?"

"Certainly," said I.

"Then had you not better begin?"

"Dear wife," said I, "it is what I am doing."

"Then," said she, "do not waste time going off the rails."

And sitting down in the window she resumed her work of enlarging the arm-holes of my shirts.

This, I may remark, was tartness. Before she went to England she was never tart. However, let me continue.

But before I go straight on with it I should like to explain why we, an officer and his wife who naturally do not like spending money, should have contemplated so costly a holiday as a trip abroad. The fact is, for a long time past we had made up our minds to do so in the fifth year of our marriage, and for the following reason. Before I married Edelgard I had been a widower for one year, and before being a widower I was married for no fewer than nineteen years. This sounds as though I must be old, but I need not tell my readers, who see me constantly, that I am not. The best of all witnesses are the eyes; also, I began my marrying unusually young. My first wife was one of the Mecklenburg Lunewitzes, the elder (and infinitely superior) branch. If she had lived, I would last year have been celebrating our silver wedding on August 1st, and there would have been much feasting and merry-making arranged for us, and many acceptable gifts in silver from our relations, friends, and acquaintances. The regiment would have been obliged to recognize it, and perhaps our two servants would have clubbed together and ex-

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BY ELIZABETH

pressed their devotion in a metal form. All this I feel I have missed, and through no fault of my own. I fail to see why I should be deprived of every benefit of such a celebration, for have I not, with an interruption of twelve months forced upon me, been actually married twenty-five years? And why, because my poor Marie-Luise was unable to go on living, should I have to attain to the very high number of (practically) five and twenty years' matrimony without the least notice being taken of it? I had been explaining this to Edelgard for a long time, and the nearer the date drew on which in the natural order of things I would have been reaping a silver harvest and have been put in a position to gauge the esteem in which I was held, the more emphatic did I become. Edelgard seemed at first unable to understand, but she was very teachable, and gradually found my logic irresistible.

Indeed, once she grasped the point she was more strongly of opinion than I was that something ought to be done to mark the occasion, and quite saw that if Marie-Luise failed me it was not my fault, and that I at least had done my part and gone on steadily being married ever since. From recognizing this to being indignant that our friends would probably take no notice of the anniversary was but, for her, a step; and many were the talks we had together on the subject, and many the suggestions we both of us made for bringing our friends round to our point of view. We finally decided that, however much they might ignore it, we ourselves would do what was right, and accordingly we planned a silver-honeymoon trip to the land proper to romance, Italy, beginning it on the first of August, which was the date of my marriage twenty-five years before with Marie-Luise.

WE borrowed the Colonel's wagonette; I wrote five letters announcing our visit and asking (a mere formality, of course) if it would be agreeable; the answers arrived assuring us in every tone of well-bred enthusiasm that it would; I donned my parade uniform; Edelgard put on her new summer finery; we gave careful instructions to Clothilde our cook, helping her to carry them out by locking everything up; and off we started in holiday spirits, driven by my orderly Hermann.

At each house we were received with becoming hospitality. They were all families of our own standing, members

of that chivalrous, God-fearing, and well-born band that upholds the best traditions of the Fatherland and gathers in spirit if not (owing to circumstances) in body, like a protecting phalanx around our Emperor's throne.

The last of these visits was to Frau von Eckthum and her brother Graf Flitz von Flitzburg, who, as is well known, being himself unmarried, lives with her and looks after the estate left by the deceased Eckthum, thereby stepping into shoes so comfortable that they may more properly be spoken of as slippers. During our first four visits we had naturally talked about our plan to take a trip in August in Italy. Our friends, obviously surprised, and with the expression on their faces that has its source in thoughts of legacies, first enthusiastically applauded and then pointed out that it would be hot. August, they said, would be an impossible month in Italy: go where we would we should not meet a single German. This had not struck us before, and after our first disappointment we willingly listened to their advice rather to choose Switzerland, with its excellent hotels and crowds of our countrymen. Several times in the course of these conversations did we try

to explain the honeymoon nature of the journey, but were met with so much of what I strongly suspect to have been willful obtnuseness that to our chagrin we began to see there

was probably nothing to be done. Edelgard said she wished it would occur to them, if owing to the unusual circumstances they did not intend to give us actual ashtrays and matchboxes, to join together in defraying the cost of the weddling journey of such respectable silver-honeymooners; but I do not think that at any time they had the least intention of doing anything at all for us—on the contrary, they made us quite uneasy by the sums they declared we would have to disburse; and on our last visit (to Frau von Eckthum), happening to be waitail the amount of good German money that was going to be dragged out of us by the rascally Swiss, she—Frau von Eckthum—said, "Why not come to England?"

At the moment I was so much engaged mentally reprobating the way in

which she was lying back in a low garden chair with one foot crossed over the other and both feet encased in such thin stockings that they might just as well not have been stockings at all, that I did not immediately notice the otherwise striking expression, "Come." "Go" would of course have been the usual and expected form; but the substitution, I repeat, escaped me at the moment because of my attention being otherwise engaged. Has a woman a right to be conspicuous at the extremities?

"England," I heard Edelgard saying, "is not, I think, a suitable place."

"Why not?" she asked; and her simple way of asking questions, or answering them with others of her own without waiting to adorn them or round them off with the title of the person addressed, has helped I know to make her unpopular in Storchwerder society.

"I have heard," said Edelgard cautiously, no doubt bearing in mind that our hosts' sister had married an Englishman and was still living with him, "that it is not a place to go if the object is scenery."

"Oh?" said Frau von Eckthum. Then she added, "But there always is scenery."

"Edelgard means lofty scenery," said I gently.

"But I was chiefly thinking," said Frau von Eckthum, "of what you were saying about expense."

"Dear lady," I said, "I have been told by all who have done it that

traveling in England is the most expensive holiday you can take."

"Dear Baron," said she in her pretty, gentle voice, "do come over and see for yourself. Look at this—" she picked up some papers lying on the grass by her chair, and spreading out one showed me a picture—"do you not think it nice? And, if you want to be economical, it only costs £14 for a whole month."

The picture she held out to me was one bearing a strong resemblance to the gypsy carts that are continually (and very rightly) being sent somewhere else by our local police.

"It is a caravan," said Frau von Eckthum, in answer to the question contained in my eyebrows; and turning the sheet she showed me another picture representing the same vehicle's inside.

Edelgard got (Continued on page 50)

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Illustrated by Leslie Gill

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Do Golf and Liquor Mix?

AT a Time, Inc., convention in Shawnee, Pennsylvania, five years ago, liquor was on the House of Luce, and a certain golfer was delightfully and deliriously liquored. A former golf captain at his university, he reached the third tee with an unenviable total of eleven shots, three over par. His soberer playing companions were annoyed at him, his partner was despondent. Suddenly a bottle appeared mysteriously from the depths of his bag. A third of its contents disappeared down his throat. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sound which friends on an adjoining fairway mistook for a moose call. Our golfer teed up his ball and drove off.

What follows sounds incredible: consecutive birdies on the third, fourth, and fifth holes; thirty-five shots for the first nine—and that's only half the story. The tenth and eleventh holes were nightmares, the alcoholic spell seemingly broken. Then, on the twelfth tee, the magic bottle appeared once more, this time to be drained. Again the hills echoed to his wild cry, and again birdies started falling. He scored them on the twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth holes: 37 for the second nine, and an eighteen-hole total of 72—eight strokes lower than he had shot in over a year!

An hour later he was sitting in the bar, brandishing a half-filled glass and muttering: “Birdie Water!”

Wherever golfers gather you hear discussions about the relationship between liquor and golf. Some say that two or three “quick ones” before a round relax their nerves and help them stroke the ball. Others swear that, for them, a drink is worse than poison.

No one has tried to prove the matter one way or another, except through his own experience, and most golfers' games fluctuate too widely in their sober courses to be used as yardsticks. Studying the experts leaves you just as confused.

For instance, Cyril Walker in a P.G.A. qualifying round several years ago was called on to compete in the play-off after three hours of cozy repose in the clubhouse bar. Writesses swear he played his seventeenth shot on the easy, par-five first hole before he picked up and walked back to the clubhouse in disgust. A couple of years later, cigar-smoking Billy Burke found himself in almost the identical spot, ambled out on the first tee, cracked a straight drive down the middle, laid his approach up close, and took first place in the play-off with a par—the only par among seven. It's all very baffling.

Thirty years ago Freddy Herreshoff, famous as one of golf's “bad boys,” instituted the interesting custom of carrying a thermos bottle full of martinis around in his bag. Whenever the pressure began to increase, he stepped behind a tree and took a swig. No one ever saw him show any sign of jitters on the green, and dozens of teetotaling golfers fell before him. Old-timers still remember the terrific match he played against Harold Hilton in the amateur final at Apawamis in 1911. On the 37th hole Hilton's ball bounced off a rock to the right of the green and landed dead to the hole. Herreshoff, who had been sipping at his thermos bottle all afternoon, was indignant because the incident cost him a title he had come very close to winning.

"If I'd only dared take those two martinis before my second shot," he moaned to his caddie, "I'd have got a half."

Present-day golf had an incipient Freddy Herreshoff in Dick Chapman, "the Greenwich strong boy." Despite his having crooned at Armando's Restaurant in New York, Chapman is a powerful young man who set the golfing world afire two years ago by reaching the semi-finals of the National Amateur at Oakmont. Curious members of the gallery following Chapman in the early rounds noted that at regular intervals he pulled a Coca-Cola bottle from his bag and took a sip. This seemed innocuous until someone discovered that the bottle contained straight Scotch.

Rather high-strung by nature, Chapman often has trouble controlling his nerves during the strain of championship competition. It's doubtful how much he enjoys drinking away from the course, but two years ago he discovered that Scotch could do wonders in loosening up his tightened wrists on the green. Chapman's golf became the admiration of the metropolitan district. He led the sectional qualifiers for the National Amateur, then the sectional qualifiers for the Open. When he reached the semifinal round of the Amateur, it seemed more than likely that he would win. What happened is hard to corroborate. Rumor has it that Chapman, realizing how close he was to fame, suddenly decided to change his White Horse in midstream and climb on the wagon. So he went down swinging rather than swigging.

Chapman says he has had enough of his experiment and is leaving his Coca-Cola bottle in the clubhouse from now on. The idea unquestionably worked for a while, then became dangerous. Somewhere in man's mind lies a distrust for liquor when really crucial moments arrive. Herreshoff put aside his thermos bottle on the thirty-seventh hole against Hilton. Chapman forsook the Coca-Cola bottle in the semi-finals at Oakmont. What would have happened had either or both of them gone the whole hogshead is an interesting, if futile, speculation.

NO discussion of guzzling golfers would be complete that didn't mention Walter Hagen, who made a million dollars out of golf and has little to show for it today. "The Haig" is probably the most colorful figure sport has ever known, with the possible exception of Babe Ruth, who also used to drink on occasion. Hagen broke into golf at a time when Alec Smith, young Mac Smith, Willie Anderson, and several of their fellow Scotsmen were all riding high. They were tough, two-fisted drinkers, who trained for major championships with nights of elbow-bending.

Of those early days Hagen says, "I watched those fellows and saw what liquor did to some and didn't do for others. I decided it had its place. Meanwhile I had an idea. I coppered those fellows' bets. Then, whereas they led up to a championship with one round of drinks after another, I laid off entirely for two weeks. When the tournaments came around, all the liquor in the world couldn't have helped them through the tension. On the other hand, it could help me. I had my drink before the first round, maybe a couple between rounds, and a few to help me through the final. I seemed to do all right."

Hagen anecdotes are legion, but most of them follow the same general theme: i.e., he was once due to play an exhibition match against Diegel and two crack amateurs at nine-thirty in the morning; at nine o'clock someone found him in the hotel bar, still in evening clothes. Rushed to the clubhouse and dressed just in time to step out on the tee without even a practice shot, he went around in 66, no putts conceded!

But even Napoleons have their Waterloos, and Hagen met his at Cherry Valley in a P.G.A. qualifying round a few years back. He made the mistake of drinking a lemon-cream-gin cocktail just before he drove off, and at the end of the fifth hole Mr. Hagen retired.

Although he was not what is known as a "drinking man," even Hagen's great contemporary, Gene Sarazen, used to stop for a "quick one" before going out to play a money round. His favorite drink was Scotch—which makes the story of the 1932 National Open especially interesting.

NO one who follows golf will ever forget how Sarazen played twenty-eight consecutive holes in 100 strokes to come up from nowhere and win at Fresh Meadow that year. His final round has gone down in golf history as perhaps the greatest ever played under pressure. But it isn't generally known that Gene indulged a certain eccentricity just before he went out to play. When a match seemed important enough, he would preface it with a big quick jolt of rye, which he considered more of a business drink than his favorite Scotch. The rye served at Fresh Meadow was extraordinarily potent, and Sarazen, as you will remember, closed with a 66.

There is no evidence that Bobby Jones ever took a drink during his brilliant and unparalleled career, although there are unsubstantiated rumors that he liked an occasional hooker of good southern corn then, just as he does now.

For any one of a dozen reasons, the U.S.G.A. saw to it that Jones had a special place to eat and dress away from the madding crowd at every major tournament he competed in. Whether or not he ever indulged in any between-the-rounds gourd-tilting is a solemn U.S.G.A. secret. It is no secret, however, that during Prohibition, when Jones reigned supreme, a five-gallon jug of whitish, practically colorless liquid came up from the South about the same time that Jones arrived for a championship. Whether O. B. Keeler, Grantland Rice, or Jones's other great intimates took care of it all by themselves is still a question which stumps the curious.

There is no reason to believe that teetotaling golfers can't win. Ralph Guldahl, Harry Cooper, and Paul Runyan seldom, if ever, touch a drop, especially during a championship, and there are hundreds of others like them. Yet there is something human and understandable about the golfer who takes a drink to relax his tightened nerves. The average man would rather hear how Joe Turnesa, who had been having trouble breaking eighty, drank four bottles of ale at Greensboro and then went out to shoot a 67; how John Montague, the mystery golfer, took a double-shot of rye in milk at North Hempstead and came home in 65.

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WHEN HARLEM
WAS IN VOGUE

by Langston Hughes

Alajálov, illustrating George Gershwin's "Sweet and Low Down," shows Harlem night life as known to most whites; the rent-party notices beneath stand for more genuine, unmixed Harlem functions

It began with *Shuffle Along, Running Wild*, and the Charleston. Perhaps some people would say with *The Emperor Jones*, but certainly it was *Shuffle Along* that gave a scintillating send-off to the Negro vogue in Manhattan that reached its peak just before the crash of 1929.

It was a honey of a show. Swift, bright, funny, and rollicking, with a dozen danceable, singable tunes. Besides, look who were in it: the now famous choir director, Hall Johnson, and the composer, William Grant Still, were a part of the orchestra. Eubie Blake and Noble Sissle wrote the music and played and acted in the show. Miller and Lyles were the comics. Florence Mills skyrocketed to fame in the second act. Trixie Smith sang "He May Be your Man but He Comes to See Me Sometimes." Caterina Jarboro, now a European prima donna, and the internationally celebrated Josephine Baker were merely in the chorus. Everybody was in the audience. People came back to see it innumerable times, if they could get in. For nearly two years it was always packed. It gave just the proper push—a pre-Charleston kick—to the vogue that spread to books, African sculpture, music, and dancing.

Put down the 1920s for the rise of Roland Hayes, who packed Carnegie Hall, of Paul Robeson in New York and London, of Florence Mills over two continents, of the unsatisfied shadow of Rose McClendon in Broadway parts that never measured up to her, of the booming voice of Bessie Smith, and the low moan of Clara on thousands of records, and of the rise of that grandienne of song, Ethel Waters, singing, "Charlie's elected now! He's in right for sure!" Put them down, too, for Louis Armstrong and Gladys Bentley.

In those days most of Harlem's actors were kept busy on the Broadway stage, in nightclubs, or in London or Paris.

Aubrey Lyles, the comedian, rode up and down Seventh Avenue in a long red car with solid ivory trimmings. It was the first car Harlem had seen that could be turned into a sort of Pullman sleeper. Another car that excited the colored world was that of Jules Bledsoe, who originated "Ol' Man River" in *Show Boat*. One day he appeared in the streets of Harlem with a very expensive, high-powered motor driven by a white chauffeur in livery. Mr. Bledsoe, who is very dark, explained that he had a white uniformed chauffeur so that the public could tell which was the chauffeur and which the owner. But Harlem gossip, laughing at Mr. Bledsoe's humor, nevertheless claimed that the white chauffeur was a necessity with so expensive a car, because the chauffeur was supplied by the company to safeguard the motor until a certain amount had been paid on the bill.

True or not, I don't know. But I do recall once a sincere but unfortunate attempt on Jules Bledsoe's part to bring "Art" to Harlem. He appeared in Eugene O'Neill's *Emperor Jones* at the old Lincoln Theatre on 135th Street, a theatre that had, for all its noble name, been devoted largely to ribald but highly entertaining vaudeville of the Buttermilk and Susie type. The audience didn't know what to make of *The Emperor Jones* on a stage where "Shake That Thing" was formerly the rage. And when the Emperor started running naked through the forest, hearing the Little Frightened Fears, naturally they howled with laughter. "Them ain't no ghosts, fool!" they cried from the orchestra. "Why don't you come on out o' that jungle—back to Harlem where you belong?"

In the manner of Stokowski hearing a cough at the Academy of Music, Bledsoe stopped dead in his tracks, advanced to the footlights, and lectured his audience on manners. But the audience

wanted none of *The Emperor Jones*—their manners had been all right at all the other shows at the Lincoln where they took part in the performance at will, encouraging or discouraging the entertainers as they chose. So when Brutus continued his flight, the audience again howled with laughter. That was the end of *The Emperor Jones* on 135th Street.

In those days Ethel Waters was the girl who could thrill Harlem. Butterbeans and Susie could lay them in the aisles. Jackie Mably could stop any show. Evelyn Preer and Laura Bowman did all right in *Salome* once at the Lafayette for a short run. However, Snakechips was a permanent solid sender, and Louis Armstrong a killer. But who wanted *The Emperor Jones* running through the jungles? Not Harlem.

White people began to come to Harlem in droves. They packed the expensive Cotton Club on Lenox Avenue. But I was never there because the Cotton Club was a Jim Crow club for gangsters and moneyed whites. They were not cordial to Negroes except celebrities like Bojangles. (Continued on page 64)

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1940

Town & Country

WHEN UPTOWN WAS IN VOGUE

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 65

TALES OF A TRAVELER

I dashed madly into the surf

Here at The Traymore, the daily dip is extra enjoyable—with a special elevator that whisks you directly to and from your room. The Lido Beach itself has a noticeable air of peaceful detachment. Colorful cabanas, of course—and a dining cabana to keep you beached for the whole day. Spacious rooms in which you sleep like a babe. It's living like a king at rates most people agree are most moderate, from $6 daily European, $9 with meals.

Large and comfortable outside rooms with hot and cold fresh and salt water baths, delicious food skillfully prepared and appetizingly served, broad sun decks fronting the ocean, beach cabanas, bathing direct from your room, Cocktail Lounge and Gentlemen's Grill, dancing and Music in the Patio del Sol and Stratosphere Room. Health Baths.

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ATLANTIC CITY

Bennett E. Tousley, General Manager

she was a Negro teacher of French and Spanish who later got a leave of absence from her school work to play Cain's Gal in *The Green Pastures*.

Once when Mr. Van Vechten gave a bon voyage party on the Prince of Wales Suite aboard the Cunarder on which he was sailing, as the champagne flowed, Nora Holt, the scintillating Negro blonde from Nevada and entertainer de luxe, sang a ribald ditty called, "My Daddy Rocks Me With One Steady Roll." As she ceased, a well-known New York matron cried ecstatically with tears in her eyes, "My dear! Oh, my dear! How beautifully you sing Negro spirituals!"

Carl Van Vechten moved about filling glasses and playing host with the greatest of zest at his parties, while his tiny wife, Fania Marinoff, looking always very pretty and very gay, when the evening grew late would sometimes take Mr. Van Vechten severely to task for his drinking—before bidding the remaining guests goodnight and retiring to her bed.

Now Mr. Van Vechten has entirely given up drinking (as well as writing books and smoking cigarettes) in favor of photography. Although his parties are still gaily liquid for those who wish it, he himself is sober as a judge, but not so solemn.

For several years, he gave an annual birthday party for James Weldon Johnson, Alfred A. Knopf, Jr., and himself, for their birthdays fell on the same day. At the last of these parties, the year before Mr. Johnson died, on the Van Vechten table there were three cakes, one red, one white, and one blue. They honored a Gentile, a Negro, and a Jew—friends and fellow Americans.

HARLEM likes spectacles. On Sunday afternoons in the spring, when the lodges have their turnouts, it is good to stand on the curb and hear the bands play and see the women pass in their white regalia with swinging purple capes, preceded by the brothers in uniform with long swords at their sides and feathered helmets, or else in high hats, spats, and cutaway coats. Once Rose McClendon and I saw such a lodge parade with an all-string band leading the procession, violins and mandolins and banjos and guitars playing in the street. It was thrilling and the music was grand.

Since almost all Harlemites work in the daytime, many of the Harlem funerals take place at night so that the friends and lodge brothers of the deceased may attend. Sometimes at eleven at night you hear a funeral march filling the air on Seventh Avenue.

The Florence Mills funeral was on a Sunday afternoon. The procession was beautiful, with the chorus girls from her show marching all in gray, and an airplane releasing flocks of blackbirds overhead.

The Countee Cullen wedding was another spectacle that had Harlem talking for a long time—the wedding of the leading lyric poet of the Negro Renaissance to the daughter of the leading old-guard Negro writer, Yolande DuBois. It was the social-literary event of the year, and very society. (I was an usher—by virtue of being a poet.) It was an Easter-time wedding, held at dusk in the church pastored by Countee Cullen's father—one of the largest Negro churches in the world, but it didn't begin to hold the crowd. The first floor was given over to those with engraved invitations,

the balcony to the general public, and both were packed to capacity.

The bride had been teaching in Baltimore, and her bridesmaids all came from Maryland in a special car, looking very charming and pretty. I didn't own a suit of tails, so I had to rent one. In the rental shop the suit looked black, but once outside, it looked a rusty green. I felt very self-conscious in a green rented pawnshop dress suit. But I nevertheless enjoyed being in the wedding.

In the waning days of the New Negro Renaissance, in the same church where our leading poet was married, there occurred a series of the most amazing revivals ever seen in Harlem, conducted by the Rev. Dr. Becton. Rev. Becton filled the huge church—because he gave a good show. He had a small jazz band playing church music in synchronized time.

They began to play early in the evening so that the congregation would be in a good mood by the time Rev. Becton himself arrived. About nine, in a long car with liveried chauffeur and a lighted cross on the hood, Rev. Becton would appear with two valets. He would enter the church by the side door and, without looking to the right or left, proceed straight to the altar in his long black overcoat. He would come forward to the edge of the platform and hold his hand with the audience, silently communicate with the eyes, shut and head back, for perhaps five minutes. Then he would open his eyes and say fervently, "I couldn't wait to commute with God! Oh no! Friends, I couldn't wait!"

Then one valet would step forward and take his hat, his coat, and his gloves; the second would hand him a handkerchief. Then he would take charge of the service, which would go on until midnight, with intervals of preaching and praying broken only by having the audience rise to sing, or to demonstrate who were Christians and who were sinners, or to parade to the altar and put down their money.

Rev. Becton, I thought, was a very bad preacher, running back and forth across the platform, mouthing inanities and whistling for God, but he could make people shout, nevertheless. And the stirring rhythms of his excellent gospel swing band would cause many to rise and dance in the aisles for joy.

A great many white people came to watch him put on his show, and churches anywhere in the East fortunate enough to have him grace their rostrons for a month or two were sure to come out of the red. For, besides the collections at the altar, Rev. Becton had an envelope system called the Consecrated Dime—a Dime a Day for God. And every Sunday he would give out his envelopes. And every Sunday following he would collect hundreds of them from the past week, each with 70¢ therein, from the poor working men and women who made up the bulk of his congregation. Every package of dimes was consecrated to God—but given to Rev. Becton.

Rev. Becton lived in a fine house in Harlem with his business manager, his secretaries, his valets, and most of the members of his jazz band. The furnishings were of the finest. There were luxurious drapes at the windows with the cross woven in them. There was a private chapel where Rev. Becton prayed alone at dawn before a lighted cross. And he slept in a specially built bed with two transparent crystal crosses in the bed panels at

head and feet—crosses that gave out a soft glow as he slept, and were lighted, he said, by God. Those members of his congregation most faithful in contributions and attendance would on occasion be shown through this house.

As his popularity in Harlem grew, Rev. Becton started a magazine. It was not a bad magazine, and it paid higher rates for material than any Negro magazine in America—because most of them pay nothing. Rev. Becton paid Nation and New Republic rates. He bought an article of mine and one or two poems. One day he sent the editor of the magazine to ask me if I would accept a post on his staff. And that is how I happened to see his house.

There he told me of his desire to make of his magazine and the various other leaflets and papers he planned to get out not only well-printed publications but intelligent and interesting ones, stressing, of course, the religious life, but not entirely.

Rev. Becton told me he had been a student of behavioristic psychology for a long time—that was why he had his audience get up and down so much, to rest them and hold them longer at his services. And thus (I knew) he was able to take up more collections in one evening than if the people started to drift out early. Now he was looking for someone who was clever with the written word to do with people through the printed page what he could do with them in person. Never once did he mention God. In the quiet of his study, he talked business. God, no doubt, was for public consumption.

A few years later the Rev. Becton was shot and killed in Philadelphia—some say by racketeers. But he was given a grand funeral, attended by a great many saints and sinners. And his memory lives on.

MUSIC

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 37

Clubs of the World. The place having been constructed for this occasion, it seemed a pity to let it lie idle thereafter, so various civic leaders organized the opera company which now advertises its "87 consecutive smashing nights" as "MIGHTY! MAGNIFICENT! MASTODONTIC!"

AFTER a winter of dutifully supporting the symphony and applauding its conductor Fritz Reiner, the Pittsburghers also feel that they are entitled to take their summer music lightly. Local players from the Pittsburgh Orchestra from mid-June on stage at fresco concerts on the Hotel Schenley lawns which have an enthusiastic following of nearly 2000. Victor Saudek, the orchestra's solo flutist, is in charge and turns out everything from an Old Vienna or Gay Nineties Night to a grand-opera jamboree.

TWEIVE miles out of Denver, in a setting of natural rock formations as fantastic as anything our national parks can offer, they are putting the finishing touches on the Red Rocks Amphitheatre, which the town, assisted by WPA, expects to inaugurate with a gala performance around Labor Day. Everything about Red Rocks is on a lavish western scale. The stage can dwarf even the most pretentious Wagnerian entrances, and the bowl itself will accommodate between five and six thousand people. The acoustics

*(Continued on page 68)*

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July, 1940

Before Florence's May concert season had given way to more
martial music: Mrs. Leland Harrison, wife of our Minister
to Berne, and Baroness Ricasoli in a still peaceful Italy

RIGHT ABOUT FACE

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 45

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LORRAINE, Law Bldg., Richmond, Va.", "### Write for New", "HISTORIC VIRGINIA\nCATALOGUE", "\"100 Descriptions and Photographs of Properties For Sale\"", "B. ERNEST WHEELER, JR.", "Charlottesville", "Virginia", "### MASSACHUSETTS", "CAPE COD\nMASSACHUSETTS", "Specializing in the SALE and RENTAL of Choice Summer Cottages and Estates.", "JAMES GROSVENOR PETTIT", "Chatham, Mass.", "Tel. Chatham 420", "### CONNECTICUT", "GENTLEMAN'S FARM ESTATE\nNEARBY CONNECTICUT", "#### Commuting Zone", "Modernized 200 year Colonial 12 rooms, terraces, sleeping porch, beautifully landscaped; large stone barn, henery, farmer's quarters; 40 acres, prize orchards, brook, etc. Investment $75,000 but greatly sacrificed.", "Secure special brochure \"A\"", "JOHN MANN\n342 Madison Ave., C., or\nNewtown, Conn.", "THE SUMMER\nREAL ESTATE NUMBERS", "of TOWN & COUNTRY are now being prepared. Write today for illustrated real estate folder showing sample advertisements and advertising rates.", "Advertising Forms for our August issue will close July 10th", "Address the Manager,", "REAL ESTATE DEPARTMENT", "TOWN & COUNTRY", "572 Madison Avenue\nNew York, N. Y.\nTelephone Wickersham 2-2800", "## 5 Acre Waterfront, Hewlett, L. I.\nA Seldom Found Opportunity", "In highly restricted Hewlett Bay Park section . . . Magnificent grounds, 400 ft. of waterfront. All sports near at hand. Only 30 minutes to New York City by train.", "4 bedrooms, 3 baths; 4 servants' rooms, bath. 3-car garage with living quarters.", "It pleases us to recommend this superbly constructed residence with its many outstanding features.", "Will be sold at a great sacrifice", "A reasonable offer will be considered.", "### WHITE REALTY COUNSEL", "12 East 41st St., N. Y. C. MU. 5-5244", "Burr & McAuley, Hewlett, L. I.", "E. S. & S. F. Voss, Cedarhurst, L. I.", "CONNECTICUT", "Established\nPEASANT PRESERVE", "400 acres", "with small cottage", "REDDING, CONN.", "1½ hours from N.Y. via Merritt Parkway, for lease for season or term of years.", "Well stocked, good natural feed and cover, ideal shooting conditions.", "(Over 1000 birds released last year.)\n$900. for season.", "T. McCREADY, JR.", "REDDING", "CONN.", "STAMFORD\nSHOREFRONT", "Approximately ¼ acre on Shippan Point with 75-foot frontage on Long Island Sound near Yacht Club; sea wall and sandy bathing beach. Pleasant, moderate-sized modern house of stucco with tile roof, in perfect condition; contains, besides the other normal features, 3 master bedrooms, 2 tile baths with showers, maid's room and bath, attic, cellar; oil burner, city gas, water and electricity; also 2-car garage, attached. Priced for quick sale at only $17,500; terms.", "Brokers fully protected", "SAMUEL N. PIERSON", "65 Broad Street Stamford, Conn.\nTel. 4-1111", "DARIEN", "CONNECTICUT\nand Vicinity", "COUNTRY HOMES", "FOR SALE - RENT", "WHEELER", "Tel. 5-1438", "REAL ESTATE Darien", "### HEWLETT, LONG ISLAND", "Hewlett Bay Park\nHewlett Harbor", "Lawrence\nCedarhurst", "HOUSES FOR SALE\nand FOR RENT", "### BURR & McAULEY, Inc.", "Hewlett, L. I.\nStation Plaza\nPhone Franklin 2040", "### ACREAGE", "WESTBURY and NORTH SHORE\nof Long Island", "SMALL and LARGE TRACTS", "Summer and Yearly Rentals", "Harland W. Meistrell", "210 Post Avenue, Westbury, L. I., Tel. 968", "### LONG ISLAND, NORTH SHORE", "Complete listings of properties for sale or rent. Houses available furnished or unfurnished—season or year.", "Henry A. Rogers, Mgr. & N. A. Heckscher", "Douglas L. 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July, 1940

GATEWAY TO NEW ENGLAND

Homes

Estates

Advantages of Living in

GREENWICH, CONNECTICUT

A Town of Mellowed Beauty and Rich Tradition

Water Fronts

Acreage

GREENWICH

650' Water Front

English Residence, 6¾ Acres
Fireproof construction, Aged
Trees and planting.
Offered at 1/3 Cost.

Banks & Cleveland

Smith Bldg. Greenwich, Conn.
Tel. 866

"RAMBLESIDE"

FOR SALE

A complete miniature farm. Charming
New England house, 12 rooms, 5 baths,
a small barn equipped for horses and
cows; gardener's quarters; meadows,
brook, orchard and fine gardens. 11½
acres. Will divide. Definitely a bargain.

Brokers Protected

LADD & NICHOLS, Inc.

POST ROAD GREENWICH
TEL. 1717

7 Acres; 12 Rooms, 5 Baths.
Price ............ $60,000

Brokers Protected

Brown, Wheelock, Harris, Stevens, Inc.

ATTN: HARRY W. RIDAROCK

14 East 47th St., N. Y.
Wickersham 2-5500

GREENWICH

A long drive amid century old oaks and dogwoods leads to this new residence on three acres of hilltop. The neighborhood is choice, the location selected yet close to the country club.

The residence, of fine architectural design and careful and authentic detail has 5 master bedrooms, 3 tiled baths, 2 maids' rooms and bath. The first floor is panelled hall, large living room with Colonial detail, large pine panelled library, large dining room, and ample service quarters.

A house designed for a discriminating buyer demanding fine construction and a
well thought out plan and exquisite detail. Priced to sell.

GEORGE S. BALDWIN

94 West Putnam Ave.

Tel.: 1660

Celebrating
Its 300th Anniversary

When the American Constitution was adopted in 1789, GREENWICH was 149 years old, with many of its homes already mellowed by generations of use. Thus the GREENWICH of today is a blend of a rich and varied past with a graceful and unhurried present.

To those who seek refuge from the highly charged atmosphere and turmoil of its great Metropolitan neighbor or to establish their hearthstones in one of the oldest and finest residential communities of America, GREENWICH offers the peaceful beauty of the New England countryside and the solid stability of New England conservatism and democracy.

GREENWICH has many residential
advantages such as:

Lower taxes than any other residential community as close to New York.

It is located in a state that has no personal income tax.

It has many parks and playgrounds and year-round recreational facilities.

It is ideally located on the shores of Long Island Sound.

It has many fine clubs, churches, libraries and other social and cultural facilities.

It protects its residential properties by strict zoning regulations.

It has modern shopping facilities with high standards as to quality and variety of merchandise.

It has pure water and complete gas and electric service.

It is within easy commuting distance of New York.

GREENWICH

With fine trees, ornamental stone walls; NEW COLONIAL house, stone-trimmed; stone chimneys; fully insulated; panelled library; Owners bedroom-dressing room; private bath; two Guest bedrooms with bath, garage, room with bath; powder房; City gas, water, latest heating; oil, gas, police protection; electricity, oil, gas, water, Price $30,000. (financing if required)

COUNTRY PROPERTIES, INC.

45 E. Putnam Av., Greenwich 1926-3997

GREENWICH

and Nearby CONNECTICUT
Homes and Estates for Sale or Lease

**Fish & Marvin**

SINCE 1889

521 Fifth Ave., N.Y.C. Tel: Murray Hill 2-6526
Branch offices and representatives throughout
Greenwich County and Southern Connecticut:

SELL OR RENT

your Property through the Real Estate pages of
TOWN & COUNTRY. Send for our illustrated rate folder showing sample advertisements and advertising rates. Address the Manager

TOWN & COUNTRY

572 Madison Ave.

New York City

GREENWICH

ON ROUND HILL ROAD

TEN CAREFULLY PLANNED ROOMS

FOUR BATHS. TWO-CAR CARAGE

TWO—OR MORE—ACRES

NEW HOUSE

BUYER'S REFERENCES ESSENTIAL

EDSON & EDSON, Inc.

First National Bank Bldg.

Boston Post Road

Greenwich 222

"DAIR DARU"

GREENWICH, CONN.

For Sale or Lease

Situated on five acres in restricted residential section. Frame and stucco house, with shingle roof, stone foundation, hardwood floors, steel weather stripping, brass and iron piping. Sunken living room, panelled dining room, both with stone fireplaces. Six master bedrooms, all with baths and cedar closets. Three servants' bedrooms and bath. Four car garage, chauffeur's quarters—6 rooms and bath. Price reasonably reasonable.

GEORGE HOWE

Suburban and Country Properties

527 5th Ave., N.Y.C. Murray Hill 2-8355

GREENWICH

Exceptional waterfront property must be sold to settle estate. Fully modern residence, up-to-date appointments. Exellently located. Outstanding value. Convenient terms.

JULIAN L. DIAZ

9 W. Putnam Ave.

Greenwich, Conn.

Telephone, Greenwich 4640

The Brokers whose advertisements are listed on
this page have other desirable properties
at today's prices. Write to them.

Greenwich, Conn.

Many unusual fine offerings in
country homes at attractive prices.

LOVELY OLD HOMESTEAD, large square rooms, high ceilings, 14 rooms, 4 baths, excellent condition, attractive grounds of 3 acres, situated on a knoll. In very fine residential location of Greenwich, convenient to station, schools, markets. Offered at a very low figure for quick sale. No. 510.

LOVELY COLONIAL, stone and frame, 12 rooms, 3 baths, 2 acre lake, 40 acres, unimproved property (inexpensive place to keep up) exclusion, ¾ miles from Parkway. Tremendous sacrifice at $45,000. Mortgage of $30,000. No. 512.

LOVELY OLD COLONIAL, large living room, panelled library, high ceilings, open fireplaces, 5 bedrooms, 4 baths; 4 acres (small upkeep). Given away at $25,000. No. 352.

Many other attractive offerings in country homes
for sale and for rent.

THOS. N. Cooke
Incorporated

Phone 263

Greenwich, Conn.

Mu Hill 2-6561

Post Road

7 E. 42nd St.

New York City

71

Town & Country

ELLENBERT FARM
KENNELS

DACHSHUNDS
AT STUD

Ch. Feri Flottenberg
Ch. Helmar Flottenberg

Red

Ch. Heinl Flottenberg

Ch. Hanko Flottenberg

Ch. Heimo Flottenberg

Black and Tan

MR. and MRS. HEERT BERTRAND
OWNERS

R.F.D. 1

Greenwich, Conn.

Tel. Greenwich

4468-R (Kennel)
4468-M (House)

Poodle Puppies
of champion
breeding
now
available

PUTTENCOVE KENNELS

Mr. and Mrs. George Putnam, owners
Manchester
Mass.

HEATHERDEN KENNELS

Ch. Alpin Noah

DANDIE DINMONT TERRIERS
Attractive puppies and grown dogs for sale
MISS ESTHER BIRD, owner
Greenwich Tel. 909
Connecticut

DAH WONG PEKINGESE

Gorgeous cream colored
male, huge coat and
pruple trimmings.
Outstanding puppies.
Grown Stock.

DAH WONG
KENNELS, Reg.
U. S. Route 7 TO
Wilton, Conn.

Tel. 335 Wilton

Ch. Ye Ling of Dah Wong

Great Pyrenees and
English Cocker Spaniels

Puppies of distinction always
get a sale. We are the oldest
and largest kennels of Great
Pyrenees in America.

BASQUERIE KENNELS, Reg.

Mr. & Mrs. Francis V. Crain, Owners

Holliston, Mass.

Day Telephone: Mills 244 Ring 3

Evenings: Holliston 368

BARMERE BOXERS

Highest quality puppies
and young stock.

Kennels located at
311 Vreidenburg Avenue
Yonkers, New York

Address correspondence to
Mr. William Z. Breed
812 Park Ave., New York City

SEAFREN
KENNELS

Miniature and
Standard Puppies

MR. & MRS. S. L. MEADE
Owners
BERWYN, PA.

Charles Hamilton,
Manager

WIDE WORLD

Mrs. Sherman Hoyt's spectacular Champion Blakeen Jung Frau was best at Morris & Essex in the rain. Mrs. M. Hartley Dodge with the "tops" trophy, Mrs. Hoyt holding the concomitant prizes, while Judge Thomas approves

Barks Between Benches

by Alva Rosenberg

AFTER over a year of retirement to the breeding kennel, Blakeen Kennels' sensational white poodle, Champion Blakeen Jung Frau, staged a comeback at Morris and Essex show on May 25 that will go down in history. As great a dog as she has always been, we strongly doubt if ever she was shown in better bloom or with the spirit that she displayed on this day when she romped through breed special, non-sporting group, and finally best in show!

The day itself was nothing to boast of, a continuous drizzle dampening everything but the ardor of the myriad dog owners and dog lovers who attended. Morris and Essex has usually been favored with good weather, so this must be considered in the parlance of our California friends as "unusual." Almost 4,100 dogs made up the entries, with absentees remarkably few. Under the supervision of Mrs. M. Hartley Dodge and her able cohorts, McClure Halley and Raymond Patterson, all of whom were on the job the entire day, everything went off on scheduled time. The newly erected grandstand at one side of the group ring was this year's added attraction—somehow or other these ingenious minds think up some improvement each year—and was greatly appreciated by the spectators.

In sporting dogs Prune's Own Kennels carried off premier honor with their English setter, Champion Maro of Maridor, in grand shape and moving in a manner that most of his breed could emulate. Second, to Robert F. Maloney with a flashily marked liver and white pointer, Herewithemith Yankee Doodle, just out of his puppyhood and a great credit to his breeder, who has turned out winners galore consistently for the past decade and more.

Victory number two for Blakeen Kennels was registered in the hound group where their Afghan, Champion Rudiki of Pride's Hill, was returned the winner.

IT was somewhat of a surprise to find a Newfoundland recognized as best working dog but the decision seemed to meet with great favor from the ringside. The dog so designated was Waseeka Kennels' Champion Baroncle Bill of Waseeka, whose quality, type, and absolute soundness make him well worthy of such a win. Second, to Mr. and Mrs. Richard C. Kettles, Jr.'s, boxer, Champion Kurass V. D. Blutenau of Dorick, fresh from a keenly contested breed victory and looking extra fit on the day.

Terriers furnished competition gale, with place of honor falling to a newcomer, Harry Isaac's Kerry blue, Tanjax Flying Scotsman, who from the ringside seems to leave little to be desired.

WET grounds are not just to the liking of the toy contingent, but let it be said to their credit that most of the breed winners came out from under the shelter and made their appearance in the group. Here Mrs. Richard S. Quigley's Pekingese, Champion Remenham Derrie of Orchard Hill, continued his recent series of wins and set the pace. Second, to James Walker Trullinger's pug, Diamond Jim, his win at this show completing his championship with three five-point wins.

Back of the poodle in non-sporting were found Wallace J. Benjamin's English bulldog, Champion Berron's Jack Tar, a sound fawn who has been going great guns of late.

SKYE TERRIERS

PUPPIES FOR SALE

At Stud:

Ch. BRACADALE Henry

Ch. Jerry of Merrymount

IRADELL KENNELS

Mrs. Consuelo V. Fair, Owner
Thomas Crean, Manager
Port Washington
L. I., N. Y.
Tel: Port Washington 39 W

Welsh Corgis & Smooth Foxterriers
Puppies of both breeds from English and
American champion bitches, by Interna-
tional Champion Sires.

THE ANDELYS KENNEL

Mrs. Charles Henry Fallas
Cross River
New York

ENGLISH COCKER SPANIELS
Imported and American bred

FAIRCOURT

Mrs. Theodore W. Herbst
Bernardsville, New Jersey
Tel. 82

BRUSSELS
GRIFFONS
Corrupt, unscrupulous, malice-
tious, low prices, satisfaction all over the
United States.

Mrs. Olivia Ceder
Pelham, N. Y.
Tel. Pelham 2109

MINIATURE
SCHNAUZERS
of quality

Promising puppies available

APPLETREES
KENNELS

Southampton, Long Island
MISS ROSALIE COE, Owner

Many of our consistent kennel advertisers win top honors at leading shows. They also sell their high quality puppies to Town & Country readers. Complete information on request.

Address:

Manager, Kennel Dept.

TOWN & COUNTRY
MAGAZINE

572 Madison Ave.

N. Y. C.

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