Exhibitors Herald and Moving Picture World (Apr-Jun 1930)

58 EXHIBITORS HERALD-WORLD May 5, 1950 The new Film Exchange Building, to be located at the northwest corner of Thirteenth street and W abash avenue. CHICAGO PERSONALITIES By JIM LITTLE GROUND was broken for the new Filin Exchange Building last Saturday at appropriate ceremonies attended by Douglas Fairbanks, who was in Chicago to be present at the United Artists convention. The construction work is to start immediately, and it is hoped that it will be finished by early fall. VX7ILLIAM T. HOOPER, with others, is * back of the project, the development and financing of which was arranged by Harold J. Eschbach. John F. Wallace is exclusive renting agent of the property, 75 per cent of which already is leased. Ten year leases have been signed by R K O, United Artists, Universal, Columbia, Tiffany, Educational, M & M, the Daily News and the Filmack company. George M. Foreman has underwritten a $600,000 bond issue which will exceed $1,000,000. The architects are Hooper & Janusch. * * * Pin a nice laurel or corsage bouquet or something on the salesmanly bosoms of Max Stahl and his gang at Educational. They deserve it. Showing in three first-runs in the Chicago loop at the same time is something — very much something. There was “Match Play” at the McVickers. The Walter Hagen-Leo Diegel comedy was promoted with windows at A. G. Spalding & Bros., and with a putting rug in the McVickers lobby, a pro doing the putt-putting. “Sugar Plum Papa,” with Andy Clyde and Harry Gribbon, has just closed two weeks at the United Artists. And “He Trumped Her Ace” (Johnny Burke and Marjorie Beebe) went into the Chicago last week. Any wonder we said something about bay leaves? s{: sfs The Bryn Mawr theatre, a former haunt of Joe Pastor, has been taken over by Phil Tague, who is doing a bit of touching up. * * * And speaking of finishing touches, if you have occasion to drop in to see Clyde Eckhardt, be sure to gather in your coat tails, for the good old pastoral colors, green and white, bedeck every available piece of woodwork to be seen from the outside. 5fC Rumor has it that “Journey’s End,” that Tiffany production which has been deluged with so much favorable criticism, is to be roadshowed at the Garrick theatre here, beginning May 4, with a $2 top. * * * Max Balaban and his wife are having a bit of a vacation at French Lick Springs, and we must say that they couldn’t have chosen a more appropriate time to do so, with Old Man Winter and Fair Spring so much in love with each other that they can’t be separated for even a few days. * * * Frank Ishmael eats occasionally at the Y. M. C. A., and, strangely inconsistent as it And Scotchmen Are Called Tight One of Film Row’s members, who spends his pennies only on Sunday and saves the foil on the tobacco wrappers, got real generous last week and even threatened to take out one of the Siamese twins if she could get away. may seem, we saw Frank the other day ponder long and quizzically at the hat tree, finally, after much scrutiny, picking out one with somewhat of a sombrero effect. It fitted him well enough, but one would never have mistaken him for a cowboy, and we wonder how the fellow who is wearing his hat looks. * * * Pete Kalaris is all set to reopen the old Village theatre in Wilmette, May 10, and is doing extensive remodeling, and also, installing Western Electric sound equipment. * * * John Balaban picked up his hat and hurried away to New York last week. * * * It was mentioned that Percy Barr has resigned from Educational. * * * Barney Brotman, owner of several theatres in Moline and Rock Island, dropped into the Row for a brief visit last week. We’ve been hearing varying accounts about Moline, and we understand that it is connected in no other way, than geographically, with the great American Desert, nor has it any recipes hidden in its di^ty archives that ever saw. the Bible Belt. We might call Jaysee’s attention to this. * * * One of the exchange buildings is taking on quite an Aztec appearance, almost like a breath from old California, and, although the scaffolding (please don’t mistake us, it’s only for the workmen to stand on) hides it somewhat, a dusty grey stucco is gradually effacing what was once merely a brick structure. * * * B. N. Judell, Film Exchange, Inc., is moving across the street this week to 831 South Wabash. His Milwaukee branch is being handled by Manning Silverman, taking care of Red Seal and shorts, while in Indianapolis, Max Mazur is holding the fort. * * * Educational’s office is almost akin to a flying field, the difference being that the planes which one sees about are all suspended in midair, a feat that almost anyone connected with the aviation industry would give a fortune to know how to do. However, these are merely hanging around as an incentive to “fly high” during Educational’s selling drive. It might be interesting to note that for the fourth consecutive week, an Educational comedy has been playing in some one of the Loop houses. This week it’s “Campus Knights,” featuring Eddie Lambert, at the Oriental. * * * Henry Ellman left for Milwaukee last week to spend a few days preparing that town and Minneapolis for the roadshow attraction, “Journey’s End.” From the comments which the picture is receiving, he ought not to have a very difficult time. * * * Despite the fact that Polaris is still playful, the Row was practically deserted last Tuesday. It’s easy enough to guess the reason, for fair or foul, cold or hot, a little round ball sailing gracefully through the air has a certain aesthetic appeal that can’t be resisted. * * * And although there are no trees on the Avenue, their offshoots spring to life about this time of year, and instead of being buds, they are called brassies, midirons, putters, drivers, etc., which are nurtured most carefully until they are ready to accompany their “mastrees” to the green. H* *1* •!* Manager Sailor of the Star theatre, Freemont, is having his house equipped with sound. * * * Irving Mack is harking back to former days as he informs us that he has almost completed a press book on “The Primrose Path.’ While he was telling us this, somebody was playfully tossing old penholders in our direction. They spattered on the sidewalk, and a few were picked up.