FrEPerRorrirwisn gIRONICLE PAGE TWO • • • • • , • • . ■ • • •••• A THING OF BEAUTY By Elias Lieberman. ea SLOPS, For Gentlewomen 222 WOODWARD AVENUE jl Gloves ARE TEMPTING FOR CHRISTMAS GIFTS E VERY WOMAN loves gloves and at no other time than we can re- member have our Glove displays been at such S high point In the blending of serviceable gloves and beautiful gloves. THESE TOO, WILL FIND WELCOME ON CHRISTMAS SILK HOSIERY CHIC BLOUSES HAND BAGS LACE COLLARS TRAVEL CASES UMBRELLAS LOVELY LINGERIE RICH FURS BEAUTIFUL LAMPS COLORFUL SHADES FOR THIRTY YEARS THE STORE OF YE OLDE TIME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT ERA OF PLENTY AHEAD—CLARK Furs! At Marks' you will find the most complete and finest selec- tion of furs and fur coats in Detroit— you will find it pays to buy of the Makers. Improved Business in 1921 and Bum• per Prosperity Wave in 3 Years, Banker's Vision. Liquidation of nit•rchandise and labor will be followed by improved business during 1921, and within direr years, when foreign exchange has righted itself, a wave of prosperity of a magnitude hitherto undreamed 01 will sweep over the country, Emory W. Clark, president of the First and Old Detroit National Bank. told the Wholesale Alereltants' bureau at a dinner at the Board of Cononerct Monday night. "Don't raidate gloom. Just reduce Prices and do business," was the ad- vice he gave. H. & B. MARKS Motors Will "Come Through." Mr. Clark intimated that the smaller merchants were meeting low market prices but the larger ones were not, saying that it was the latter group that was seeking bank accommoda• lions in lieu of turning their stocks into cash. Cotton growers were hold. ing their product for higher prices and farmers were doung the same with their wheat, Alt.. Clark said. remark- ing that he guild not see where the "angel" was coming from that would pay the prices the cotton and wheat producers wanted. "It is reported that the motor in• dustry is knocked flat." sa',1 Mr. I; lark. "It is, to an extent. in this district 0 is running on an average . of 30 per cent of its peak production. But that is a much better showing than is be- ing made in silk. shoes nail some °the' industries. "The motor industry is not shaky rt will come through. None of the COIW•IIS are causing ant anxiety." Manufacturers Retailers—Wholesalers 212-214 Michigan Avenue We otter for your considera- tion a complete selection of Granite and Mar• ble Monuments, Tombstones, Grave Markers, and Grave En- closures of very high quality. At the same time our prices are low. GRANITE AND MARBLE MONUMENTS Closed Saturday—Open Sunday Banking Situation Imnroves. Manuel Urbach 200 WINDER CHERRY 882-W ... C Sunday at 3:30 DETROIT SYMPTHONT ORCHESTRA OSS1P GABRILOWITSCH CONDUCTOR Soloist KATHARINE GOODSON Pianist ' P It 0 G It A M Weber "Oberon" Tschalkowsky First Piano Concerto Schubert Unfinished Symphony Rigisky-Korsakov Cappricelo Espagnol eats 25c, 60, The, $1; Box Seats $1.2 Seats 25e, 50e, 75e, $1. Box Seats $1. Seats 25c, 60e, 75c, $1.00 Box Seats $1.25 On Sale Saturday In Grinnell's Orchestra Halt Sunday, after 10 a. tn. FIFTH PAIR SYMPHONY CONCERTS Friday and Saturday Evenings December 17 and 18 at 8:30 Soloist LEOPOLD GODOWSKY Pianist Seats $1, $1.50, $2; Box Seats $3 YOUNG PEOPLE'S CONCERTS Saturday Mornings at 10:30 Dec. 18, Jan. 22, Feb. 19, March 19, April 18 FIRST CONCERT SATURDAY, DEC. 18, AE 10:30 ORCHESTRA HALL Season Tickets at $1.50 and $2.00 Only Available All Others Sold Out for Series Reservations In Detroit Symphony Society Officers, Orchestra Hall Arthur L Holmes Lumber Company 875 Gratiot Ave. MeL 245 VanDyks & D. T. Ry. Warren k P. M. Ry. Us. 284 War 841 The banking situation is improving, Mr. Clark asserted, and, contrary to current belief, the bank•• are extend. ing more credit than ever before. Ow- ing to this. he said, a lower rate 01 interest charged by the Federal Re• sersu bank would afford no relief. as it would would not increase the loan able money. Money would be in , re easy in February, he predicted. Asserting that the banks could m tl do all, Mr. Clark said it was triers saes for merchandise and labor costs to - liquidate, Then business would improve: it might he by March 0, not moil August, he said. "Hundreds of millioins of dollars are awaiting investment in develop meta projects. These will he avail - able when labor and materials are cheaper. When this time entries sou, people will think the real after-the• war booin has been reached. But it my opinion this will not have arrived for Iwo or three years, by which time foreign exchange will have become normal through the trill of European countries. Says Prices Are Too Low. "The world needs all that we can possibly produce and will take it as quickly as it can pay for it. When this time arrives there will hr an un- dreamed ofprosperity," Mr. Clark Said. lie also declared that a aCCC4- sary move was the reduction of gov• erninental expenditures Describing the unheaval in the dry goods market during the past season, rrederick Stockwell, second vice-presi- dent of Edson, Moore & Co.. asserted that wholesalers in the Detroit dis- trict had met the situation from the start. They have met every drop in the textile market, he said, and prices were now below the cost of production even at the present low price of basic materials. Prices are now too low, he asserted, and within a few months would start upward. Virtually the same condi- tion applied to foodstuffs, predicting not much further decline, if any, in commodities of that kind. Better transportation facilities, more eo-operation by express companies and regulation of trucking companies were advocated by P. E. Bogart, of Farrand, \Villiams A Clark, wholesale druggists. Other speakers urged closer co-operation among Detroit wholesalers to meet competition from Chicago St. Louis and other distraint Ong centers. BAR MITZVAH Simonoff told it to me over the coffee cups. It was the twilight hour on Second avenue and we were en- joying a late afternoon chat. The gates of the human dam, shut all day long, had been opened and the rush- ing, swirling stream of men and women beat past us reluctantly—past the door of the Cafe Cosmos open to the sights and sounds of the street. Every person in that human torrent seemed eager to reach a haven of rest. Not that their faces looked tired or haggard. But each gave the impres- sion that something had been worn off in a subtle, persistent process—a certain newness, freshness, gloss, call it what you will. Shadows of men and women they were in the twilight as they scurried past. And yet the rhythm of their footsteps beat ❑upon the ear as steadily as the roar of many waters. "The ghosts are having a holiday," said Sitnonoff. His voice was barely audible in the hum of conversation. Simonoff was one of those rare teachers on the lower East Side who neither taught night school nor practiced law after his daily dirties were over. His pas- sion was to understand his fellow- men—to help them, if possible— although, for a reformer, he was given entirely too much to dreaming Ills cafe bills for a year, when added together, made a surprisingly large total. But then Simonoff never both- ered with useless mathematics. A band organ outside was droning the "Miserere." Children of the tene- ments, like moths drawn to globes of brilliant light on mid-summer nights, hovered about the organ and danced. There was a capricious abandon about their movements which fascinated Sinionoff. Ile had a way of running his slender fingers through his wavy brown hair when he was emotionally stirred. "The dancing maidens of Trebizond were not more graceful than these," he sighed as his eyes followed the sinuous movements of two ragged little tots. "They outgrow it after a while." "Never," I protested. "The Grand Sireet halls—' "l mean the search for beauty, Simone," I drawled. "This is the dance of Greek maidens at the sacri- ficial rites to Demeter. The Grand street thing is contortion between the obese complacency of the great god Jazz. And Jazz has no soul." Through the ever-gathering dark- ness the electric lights began to twinkle like blue-whit coliamonds against purple velvet. The lights of the cafe, too, were turned on by a pottering waiter whose flat-footed shuffle had become familiar to US through many years of observation. A bedraggled looking person en- tered the cafe, clutching awkwardly a dozen or more cut roses. He passed from table to table and offered them for sale. The price was ridicu- lously small. It seemed strange to one that Simonoff's face should turn so white. His manner suggested great agita- tion. \Alien the peddler reached him, Simonoff purchased the entire stock and gave bins in payment far in ex- cess of the amount asked. The happy vender directed one searching glance at him, then went out whistling. 'What will you do with all those roues?' l asked. "Gie them away," hr answered, "to the dirtiest. most woebegone, runt' forlorn little children I can find. shall do this in memory of John K' l ml ' o . o " ked my astonishment. "'A thing of beauty is a joy for- (,'" Simonoff intoned dreamily. there's a story connected with (-- -----,..., -- a We entered hallway to escape our little friends. From a door ajar on the first story a man's voice floated down to us. It was high pitched and strident, as if a relentless lawyer were arraigning a criminal. "My friends," we heard, "how long are you going to remain blind to our condition? The interests of capital and labor are diametrically opposed to each other. You are the producers of the world's wealth and yet you submit to exploitation by the class of parasites who fatten upon your un• willingness to unite. Working men of the world, you have nothing to lose but your chains." "Slavinsky, the great agitator prob- ably rehearsing his speech for the party rally at Cooper Union tomor- row, I explained. "Agitator?" questioned the apostle of beauty. "He is agitated, indeed, and unhappy, 1 shall give hint a rose. Slavinsky sputtered with amaze- t. tolt when the rose was offered to ;:io i "A joy forever," he mocked. "It isn't such a joy to work for starva- tion wages, to be bled by profiteers, to he flayed alive by plutes. I tell you, Mister—" "Won't you accept this rose?" "I'll take it," growled Slavinsky with unnecessary fierceness. "It ain't Nature's fault. She don't go in for profiteering." The agitator's conver- sational style was more colloquial though no less vehement than his platform manner. "Did you note the omission?" Keats inquired when we were again en the avenue. "It isn't itnpoliteness," I replied. "Men of his class are too stirred by COSIllie problems to say 'I thank you.'" • "It is a beautiful thing to say, nevertheless, and the world needs it." I thought the eyes of Jahn Keats—a fitting name for such a fantastic per- sonality—were filling with tears. My companion held his rose before him as if it were a charm against the sordidness about him, He had a way of peering at the people we passed as if he were looking for some one he had lost in the crowd. At Six- teenth street we turned into the small park at the right of the avenue, which its neighbor on the left keeps alive, the memory of green and growing things among the dwellers of the tenement s. It was at the fountaio that he first saw her. John Keats had an abrupt manner, for all his gentleness, of pro- ceeding along the path of his desires. "At last I have found you," he said to the tall girl who was snatching a group of youngsters at play near the gushing waters. In the darkness I could see only a pair of flashing eyes under a broad-brimmed straw and a cape of soft blue hanging gracefully from her shoulders. She scrutinized both of us with the intuitive glance of one who , has learned to tread warily amid danger- ous surroundings. Apparently her preliminary examination was satisfac- tory. She put us into the non-poison- ous class. Keats had flattened the palm of his right hand against his breast and &as offering the last rose to her with' the other. His manner was of toe erg; but not offensively so. "At last I have found you," re- peated my curious acquaintance. "For all your latightrr you are unhappy. You are consumed with yearning, even as 1 ann. Pray, accept a rose." With a murmured repetition of his formula he gave her his last flower. His manner was earliest and the girl had immediately rejected the assump- tion that we were mocking her. "This is a mistake," she explained, hesitating about the rose. "I don't think you know who I am." "A lady of high degree, I am sure," responded Keats gallantly. There was a peculiar quaintness about his English, which like his name, took me back to the early nineteenth cen- tury. 'The coincidence of his name did not strike me as unusual, because the telephone directory is full of such parallels. "No high degree about me," laughed the girl. "I am a saleslady at Marmelstein's, that's all. \Vhat you said about being unhappy is true sometimes. When you came up I Was just thinking." Her voice with its overtone of sad- ness sounded in the semi-darkness like the faint tremolo of mandolins serenading in the distance. "But there need be no unhappi- , ness,"contentled Keats. "We must shut out front our sight everything, but beauty, pure beauty. At this mo- ment I am supremely happy." He looked at her. There was an unreality about him for which I could not account. Like a mirage of the park he seemed. In the twinkle of the incandescents, I thought, he might vanish. The girl front Manuel- stein's looked at him as if fascinated. Romance had come and touched her heart with a magic wand. She sniffed at the rose pensively. "I couldn't just tell you why I was feeling queer. Marmelstein's is a nice place, honest. You see all sorts of people during the day and it's inter- esting to work there. But there's something missing—I don't know what." "Beauty, my lady, beauty," declared Keats. Out of the shadows a fourth form had materialized, a thickset man who approached us with a firm stride. He patted my friend gently on the shoul- der. "You're a had boy, John," he re- proached, "giving one the slip that way. I had the time of tiny life look- ing for you. The moment my back was turned you vamoose(' from the room. That wasn't kind. If I hadn't known how fond you wuz of roses. I would a'been stumped, stumped for good. I trailed you by them roses." The girl sensed that there was something wrong. "Lady, farewell," said Keats. With a little moan she saw him being led off. "What's wrong?" I asked the in- truder. "Bugs on beauty, that's all. Thinks he's a guy named John Keats, who wrote poems. Harmless case. Wouldn't hurt a fly. I was bringing him over to see his mother when he give me the slip. Gee, but I can breathe easy now." "'A thing of beauty is a joy for- ever,'" declared the spirit of Keats. "Sure, sure," said the attendant, lighting a cigar. When I turned to leave the park the girl from Marmelstein's came up to me. "What happened?" she inquired. Her fists were clenched and she was suspected it," I said quietly. "Wl•en a school teacher consents to part with a perfectly good dollar for a dozen wilted roses, there must be an esoteric reason " "Materialistic," he laughed. The dancing and the scurry of pat- ',inn feet had both ceased. Th.• —ends of the night were now more •tetthing more harmoniously blended. The earrest arrivals of the theatre crowd were besieging the sidewalk ticket office of the burlesque house opposite. Simonoff launched into his narratm. I was sitting here one evening all Jamie. The (lay had been particu- larly trying. I had been visited by toy district superintendent, a perfect paragon of stupidity. He had squat- !, d in inv class room until I wished him and his hillk on the other side of !he Styx. \Alien it was all over I :one here, glad to shake off the chalk dust and the pompous inconsequence of my official superior. Suddenly I was startled out of my brooding. "l'on are unhappy." I heard a voice murmur ever so softly. It seemed like the sighing of a night wind through the tree tops. I looked up. Before me stood a young man with deep blue eyes. blonde hair, exquisite daintiness of feature and unnaturally pale com- plexion. lie was dressed in soft gray tweeds. In the crook of his left elbow he carried roses. Their fra- grance permeated the cafe and, for once, the odor of stale tobacco was not dominant. "Yon are unhappy," he repeated mildly as if it were the most natural thing in the world for' him to say. "I am," I answered frankly. "The world is a stupid place to live in." "You must not say that," he re- proached quietly. "It is we who are stupid. The world is beautiful. Won't you accept a rose?" Like a prince in a fairy story he bowed grandly and offered me an American Beauty still moist with the mock dews of the florist. • "But why do you honor me thus?" I asked, taking the flower and inahling its fragrance. lie looked a bit put out as if I were asking the obvious thing. "You were sad of course, and a thing of beauty—" "Is a joy forever," I concluded. Ile flushed with pleasure. "I am glad you have read any En- dymion," he exclaimed delightedly. "Suppose tee walk out together and preach the gospel of beauty to those who like yourself forgot the eternal in the trivial. I have some powerful sermons here." He caressed his roses, as a mother would stroke the head of a child. Along the avenue we were followed by hordes of little girls with starved eyes. My good Samaritan picked the poorest and the most wist- ful for his largesse of roses. And to each one as he handed the flower he repeated the famous line from the work of the great romantic poet. "After all, they are young,' he said. "Their sad moments vanish like the mists, But the sorrows of the years breathing heavily. Christmas Gifts _.," That are Reasonably Priced , fki i ; Mahogany Smoking Stands Tip-Top Tables S OME GIFTS are like social calls. brief and very soon forgotten. Gifts of furniture pro- tract their stay, and from Christmas to Christ• nuts, year after year, they are used and item,. elated. The comfort and charm of an easy chair, a davenport or chaise lounge, the radiance of a lamp, or the beauty of a mirror, these things do not vanish with the passing of the Holiday Sea- son, but are permanent in the heart and the Humidor Smokers home. And yet none of these things are expensive Odd Chairs gifts. They should, however• be selected thought- fully—which means early. That Is why we are earnestly advising our patrons to come In now and make their selections. You are welcome al all times to come in and stroll through this mar. velous collection of furniture, the quality of which lo so satisfactory and so characteristic of this establishment. 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