If ye or thee oute there have been hunting for an apartmente or, better yet, a towne house, you must have noticed a new (or is it olde?) spelling trend currently in favore with developers and their marketing folkes: the emergence of the elegante silente e.

There’s Lakepointe in prosaic Wauconda on the shores of the once plebeian Bangs Lake. And the Windbrooke Apartments in Buffalo Grove, and the Pointe in Arlington Heights. And let us not forget the Westernaire in LaGrange Park, or the Baythorne near Flossmoor . . .

The elegant silent e is only the most excessive element in the trend toward renaming the flatlands of the Chicago area to resemble the plush but quaint villages, squares, and country estates of Olde England.

The city itself has not been spared. You can now rest your head in Park Lane, the Embassy Club, or Balmoral Court. Or perhaps you go for the red-brick urbanity of Cobbler Square or the lawns and charming gardens of the South Commons. If Clark Street sounds too busy or congested, how about Clark Place; and for those of you wary of dwelling too close to Rush Street, welcome to Asbury Plaza.

Huntsmen or woodsmen with a taste for the countryside, though, should head for the suburbs where green hideaways beckon you with names like: Foxboro North, the Mansions of Mt. Shire, Kensington Place, Versailles of Schaumburg, Southgate Manor, Hunter’s Ridge, Greenbrier Club, Idyllwild, Wendwood, Rustic Oaks, Woodland Courts, Morningside on the Green, Chantecleer Lakes, Wellington, and even Camelot.

What’s next–the renaming of our neighborhoods? Those of us committed to schlepping through the grim and grimy sidewalks of Chicago await with mixed emotions the day when our faire councilmen join the others to rename our neighborhoods so that we may dwell more comfortably in:

Buck Towne, Austin Cove, Woodlawne Ridge, Ravens Woode Run, Rogers Parke, Grande Crossing Square, or even palatial Uppe Towne.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): illustration/Tony Griff.