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I EDITORIAL SOCIETY LETTERS CLASSIFIED COMICS NEWS behind Battle Daily EAGLE gPAUL MALLON Ml NEW YORK CITY, THURSDAY, AUGUST 22, 1935 Washington, Aug. 22. PLANNING Uplift re ached a new altitude record her thla week, unbeknown to tha world at Urge. While Congress has been monopolizing' newe space with tuch trivialities as taxation, banking and the solanum tube rotum, a national youth movement baa been put under way with intentions of really mov Private Life of a Comedian ing somewhere. The announced purpose is for the Federal Government to fur nlah lunch money and carfare to poor school kids; also to give needy high school graduates 1S a month to go to college, and poor college graduates $30 a month to work on their master's degrees.

But it was evident at a generally unreported meeting of the State directors here that the prime movers of the scheme Paul CANDLE SHOT Tourist in Brooklyn was James Cadwallader, 73-year-old youngster-business manager of a Washington Courthouse, Ohio, newspaper who stopped at the Hotel Margaret. One reason he came here was to get Roman candles to shoot at birds. "Folks out in Washington Courthouse and other sections of Ohio are pretty much annoyed by flocks of English starlings who roost In tha trees and create a lot of trouble," he explained. "We tried everything to get rid of them, and finally thought of Roman candles. Firing these blaring things Into the trees ought to scare the daylights out of the birds.

Couldn't get them in W. C. but IH take some back if I have to turn New York Inside out to find them." Mr. Cadwallader looks like 50 and drove alone from his home town to Brooklyn, a distance of over 600 miles. After visiting his daughter, Mrs.

Roy Jarman, here, he drove her to Interlaken, N. fL, a mere 300 miles more, to visit his granddaughter, Lois Jarman, at camp. We hope he didnt run Into any starlings up North. rjIONEER Our hat goes off for Thomas Bus- kirk, farmer whom the weather cant lick. He's back In Southold again with his parents for a while this Summer, but only until he can get his breath and make a little money, for a return bout out Iowa way.

Tom was born In Southold, but went to Busk Irk, Iowa, seven years ago at the age of 18, the town being named after a member of his family. He worked for an uncle a while, then borrowed some money, bought some land, built his own house, married, had a child. All went well for a few years. Even during the drought he made out all right, what with an occasional local shower. Tom's corn was coming fine through the late Spring.

Then, in June, a general windstorm centered about Busklrk; did no real damage except In one case. That was across fields ownM by Tom. Virtually every young stalk was knocked down, killed. rpOM SWORE for better part of a whole day, then replanted. He told us: "There was probably one chance In 1,000 that I'd get another bad break.

But I got it. The second crop came fine for a month. And then, just a few Greeks ago, a tiny tornado hit Busklrk. It dldnt damage anything much except my fields. When the three-minute storm was over I didn't have a stalk of corn standing.

What's more, one corner of the twister knocked over my barn and left my house II And here' i Mr. Moore again, at hit Deer Park farm, ready to take a pullet to market. have grander ideas than merely taking over educational subsidies formerly handled by cities, States and private endowments. Indeed, no one at the meeting said much about carfare or lunch money, but told of how they were going to spare the rod and yet not spoil the kiddles, under a new Federal system. They said their scheme originated with Mrs.

Roosevelt, but from the way they talked it was apparent that Postmaster General Farley also must have had a hand in lb PAR-SIQHTEDNESS Most comprehensive reve- latlon of what the youth movers have In the back of their minds was offered by Charles Taussig, chairman of the National Advisory Committee. His remarks were prepared In advance and he read them, but, after delivering them, he returned them to his pocket. They were not given out in mimeographed form as most speeches of Government officials usually are. To Mr. Taussig, the youth movement was a chance to correct all boys and girls in morality, integrity and democracy.

Because he read his remarks, you could not tell whether he used democracy with a big or little But that probably was not confusing to the newly appointed State directors. In fact, Mr. Taussig gave them a further broad hint when he told them that their job and duty was "to maintain a direct contact with the electorate of ten years from now." "Teach the youth free thought, free speech and universal education," said he, "but remember that the youth of the nation will control the destiny of the country through its votes." OMANCE It can easily be denied now, but Mr. Taussig also dropped another blue plate morsel which was not on the bin of fare. He said every young boy and girl should be given the opportunity to marry "at the mating are." He did not make clear how the Federal ernment Is going to play Cupid, although he was obviously thinking far beyond the $27,000,000 which the youth movers are going to spend in educational subsidies.

Probablv ha was thlnkina of the tl3.000.000 vet 1 wm '16 in I Katcnaog tenicH happens to be I Victor Moore ttith Padre, kU garrulous gobbler. looking over the Island pretty thoroughly. It was the barn which appealed to Mr. Moore, because it was so roomy "a grand place to store trunks." Even then it was a settled community, with nice trees, and although there was only a freight car depot, the young couple liked the town at sight. It was an eight-room house they bought, grown now to 16 rooms, with baths added and a stuccoed exterior.

Victor Moore, L. I. Chicken Farmer Meet Red, the Gardener By Jane Corby VICTOR MOORE'S February chicks are laying 75 percentalready. Top that If you can, the rest of you Long: Island chicken fanciers. Victor Moore is better known as a comedian, but he's a bona-fide Long Island chicken farmer and a hit In This is as good a place as any to explain "Red," who has lived with the Moores for 30 years.

As Maurice Elliott, he was property man In a theater where Victor Moore played, that many years ago, and he was pressed into service for the actor's current vaudeville act. When he was refused a regular part in the show, he appeared, a few towns later, and landed a Job as dresser for Mr. Moore. And the business, too. True, the box office or whatever they call the ex chequer in chicken farming circles has not begun to indicate success as yet, but the 13 acre farm is breaking even, so, says Mr.

Moore, It won't be long nowl First Article of a Series dresser and understudy he has re malned ever since, also gardener in The gentle and genial character who has enjoyed Broadway's spotlight for 30 years Is by way of being ne. of Long Island's important landowners. The coief ana what have you around unallocated out of tha M.000.0OO fllreadv set aside ihe Moore home. The red hair Victor Moore farm Is situated two and a half miles which gave him his nickname Is graying now, but the spirit which first won him recognition as the actor's aide is bright as ever. Freeport is still another Long north of Deer Park Station; the Victor Moore block in Jackson Heights, is between Roosevelt Ave.

and Broadway. And the Victor Moore home, which shelters the Moore family father, son, daughter, housekeeper and "Red" (who requires a paragraph of explanation by himself) is located In Baldwin, at 139 Harrison Ave. There's a story about the acquiring of each I island town that has reason to Boh their Long Island chicken farm. feel an Interest in Victor Moore. As The Moore family ISmdOra 17.

one of the founders of the Lights Club, some years back, he was one of the leaders of a starry group He goes In for big-time fishing, Queens Real Estate Owner of stage folk who held conferences too, off Montauk. Once he caught a In a clubhouse built on the order of a lighthouse. At this time Free- The Jackson Heights Drooertv is nine-foot shark, he bragged, weigh' 000 boarders prepared for in the near future. A chicken that pops out of its shell and finds Itself a member of the Moore farm colony is in luck. A Moore chick never sets foot on the ground! port wos the center of an actors the latest to be acquired.

Some five years ago Mr. Moore and his wife- colony, which included Will Rogers and Fred Stone among its Sum devoted to each other for 32 years mer residents. The purpose of the ing 165 pounds. It's his ambition to catch a swordflsh. Naturally a deep-sea fisherman must have a boat, and the actor has a 30-foot cabin cruiser bearing the gay title Embobora.

It's a combination of the names of his wife, son and daughter. Bob, who Is and parted only by death last Sum nest for laying, separated from the other hens, with a chart attached. This chart is the catch In it, for the hens. On it, each day, Is entered the hen's record. "If she lays an egg, she gets credit for it.

If she doesn't, she gets a goose egg!" said the comedian. "If she is not productive enough to pay her board, out she goes and another hen gets a chance to make good." The advantage of this lies In the superior quality of the eggs and the poultry Itself, which means top-notch prices for these products when ready for the market. Lights Club, among other reasons No Scratching in Dirt merwere walking on Broadwav near the 66th St. and Mr. Moore was thinking of placing a little bet on 15, is really Robert Emmett Moore; Ora, at 17, Is thinking of a career for existence, was to enable the actors and their families to enjoy those holidays which came during the Winter, when the troupers were out on the road.

Christmas and New Year's Day were therefore celebrated during the Summer, with Santa Claus and all the fixings, at a time when everybody was free to on the stage, following in the foot the ponies. He was apt to be thinking just that, as Mrs. Moore well knew. At this point they met a former actor, then emraied in the steps of both her father and mother. Like Bob, she attends a professional standing on one leg with all the windows knocked out to boot.

"I was broke, and the only thing left was to go back home to pa and ma. But listen, Reporter, believe me I ain't licked yet. I'm going back and rebuild. You see, out In Iowa I've gotten a little of the pioneer spirit. We Just don't quit." Then Mr.

Busklrk said something that impressed us deeply: "When a chap working for an organization, or even a fellow with his own business, goes broke he knows at least he's collected something. When he's fired or goes into bankruptcy he at least knows he's gotten something out of It. But when a farmer has his crops ruined by wind he has nothing to show for months and months of very hard labor. It's terrible. A few minutes of blow, and barrels of sweat have gone for nothing." It Is with no desire to be funny that we call attention to fact that around Southold the crops Including corn have been exceptionally good this year.

Mr. Busklrk himself commented on that with the grin of a very swell gambler. pEELINQ HER WAY Brooklyn's only shoeless elevator operator, so far as we know, has her ups and downs In the Municipal Building. We almost stepped on her foot by accident the other day. That's how we discovered her.

The crowd was pushing In, when we stumbled forward and saw stocking-clad feet ahead, but the operator, sitting down to preference to standing like other operators, had an arm up, fended us off neatly. We took a couple of more rides later to verify the shoelessness. We wanted to ask was it because the blood rushed to the feet going up or whether It Just felt cooler that way, but we didnt dare. While on the subject, a word of praise should be said for the other Municipal Building elevator operators. Most of them have such a blithe air as they pass floors where passengers frothlngly wait for a car and nearly all of them rank high as kldders with the customers.

CURIOUS thing, though. They're timid girls. They're scared to go to the top floor alone, so they wait until all the cars are filled, then with joyous laughter bound up together. At the top, the same process is resumed and everybody comes down ensemble. It creates community spirit, no doubt, even if you sometimes have to wait a bit for a car.

MAKING ROOM Sedate Flatbush matron tells us how her doctor advised taking her youngster, suffering from whooping cough, on a boat trip up the Hudson. She selected the aft end of the boat, so crowded barely elbow room remained. For half an hour the child behaved like an angel, then burst Into a series of war whoops. When the mother looked around next, she was surprised children's school. Big Time Fisherman Mrs.

Moore was Emma Littlefleld, a vaudeville star of several decades real estate business. He described, In glowing terms, the glories of the "It's the modern way of preventing contamination of poultry and eggs," the owner explained. "No scratching around In the dirt for our hens A battery system keeps the coops warm in cold weather, a removable floor under the roosts makes It easy to keep the houses clean and proper feeding (with careful attention to vitamins In the diet) keeps the chickens In the pink at all times. Nothing's too good for these chicks. They have special diets one for laying hens, another for cockerels.

Each hen has her own Individual ago. section Just becomlne a nonular Indulge the holiday spirit thoroughly. Uncle Tom's Haven "We were together on the road, residential neighborhood and ad those first years of our marriage," explained the actor, "in the days when we had very few dollars In A chicken farm is serious business, you see, for a comedian, but Victor Moore has his fun, too. He loves fishing. "Never tired of It!" he announced.

"I caught 14 weakflsh today, over back of Jones Beach." vised the comedian to Invest to a few lots. Well, It was anything rather than betting on the hnrsM a a for Mm fact. Just enough to get along." The house in Baldwin, they On Flight North Is Still Standing bought together 25 years ago, after Moore was concerned. She put hi a WOrd for the real esfAta vnnfnra and Mr. Moore, who couldn't refuse ner anything, signed on the dotted line and left his betttnir mnnev aa a Brooklyn Landmarks By F.

J. Kegel WASHINGTON, Aug. 22 For the first time since the real "Uncle Tom" of Harriet Beecher Stowe's deposit. Now the land he bought classic traveled the mysterious that day is one of the busy blocks In the town, with a market on the corner, a beautv Minn onH an th underground railroad" to safety in for the youth movement He could buy a lot of bows and arrows for $13,000,000, but if he does he will have to decide what the mating age is and whom to shoot A suggestion has been made that he start off with old maids past 80 who have not yet realized, apparently, that there Is a mating age. Hitler and Mussolini are understood to have faced this problem early in their game and decided that it was too big for them.

They side-stepped It by merely offering bounties and encouragements for marriages and babies at any age. The baby angle was avoided by Mr. Taussig, as there seems to have been an overproduction in that industry in the past, from an economic standpoint. At least there are millions more of ex-babies now than there are Jobs and the problem cannot be solved by plowing them under. This is at least one point on which Mr.

Taussig's problem differs from that of Messrs. Mussolini and Hitler. A SKANCE It's understood that many serious-minded educational leaders, who cannot see as far as Mr, Taussig, are now looking daggers at the national youth movement Aubrey Williams, executive director of the movement, hinted at this underlying distrust when he pointed out at the conference here that It "could very easily become a questionable undertaking." What makes the educators leery is the fact that, if the Government is merely going to subsidize education of the poverty-stricken, it already has an agency equipped to handle the subsidies (the Bureau of Education In the Labor Department). This movement is an entirely new set-up, with fresh State directors and new staffs in each State, drawing salaries and paying office expenses. These administrative costs, If saved, would afford a lot of lunch money.

They might enable the Federal Government to feed all the 700,000 high school students who dropped out last semester instead of the 212,000 it now proposes to feed. (Incidentally, the high school principals are to decide which 212,000 children are to be fed and which 488,000 are to be denied). But no sympathy will be wasted on the foremost educators who are doubters. They are Just too darned uneducated to know that "politics" Is a highly important subject, even if not included In the curriculum of most universities which fancy themselves to be up-to-date. NOTE Mr.

Taussig Is the most phenomenal of all New Deal phenomena a Wall Street brain truster. He was one of the original group of inner economic advisers to the President, and worked from his office at 111 Wall St. His specialty was Cuba and sugar, an accomplishment based probably In part on the fact that he is president of the American Molasses Company. Hs has never been a professor or an educator but long has worried about the youth going Fascist or Communist or both. His clubs are: Radio of America, MacDowell, Authors, Downtown Athletic, Groller, St.

Regis, Advertising, Great South Bay, Brentwood Country Canada the story has been told here other appurtenances of a success of what happened to him en route. It is told by a little, white-haired ion city DiocK. The purchase of the farm land would have made anybody but Vic woman who prefers to remain anonymous, but whose grandfather offered the old Negro slave refuge In his flight. tor Moore maa. it was sold to him more than 30 years ago by Mclntyre Of the famous vaudeville team nt Uncle Toms' real name was Mclntvre and-Heath.

"He said I could cut It up into 300 or so building lots and sell them at $1,000 apiece," the comedian Joslah Henson," she relates. "That Is known, but I don't believe many know that Uncle Tom spent 10 days in grandfather's barn In Cambridge, Mass. My grandfather was Charles Morse, the brother of Samuel F. B. Morse, the Inventor of the telegraph.

reminisced as he applied his Grandfather was not a regular 'station' on the underground rail "Padre" makeup for his appearance as the "Rev. Dr. Moon" in the umpty-umpth performance of his current hit. One of the farm's turkeys, by the way, has been namesaked "Padre" he's the head man In the barnyard and Just as good as a watchdog; gobbles like anything when strangers approach. road but he was sympathetic regarding the escape of slaves from their owners.

Officers were so close on Uncle Tom's trail when he reached Boston that he couldn't be taken to the regular station, so grandfather hid him in our barn. I believe It Chicken Farmer still is standing. I sold the property only about four years ago. Uncle Tom stayed in the hay mow all day, and each night grandfather brought him into the house to eat and wash up. He talked a lot about his plantation home, and spoke often of 'Little whose real name was 'Mlssie He stayed In our barn 10 days, and then went on to Dresden, Ontario, where "I never went out to see the land for 25 years," the actor went on.

"It was a wild place. But Just about that time Victor Jr. (an adopted son) decided that he would like to try making a living at outdoor work, so I fixed up the farm for him." Now then, here's the big question. Does chicken farming pay? "It has cost me about $30,000 so far," Mr. Moore said.

"But It's going to pay. A lot of the loss was due to the bad management of hired overseers. For instance, the original building Of the coops, estimated at $8,000, with $8,500 as an outside figure, ran into $15,000 before they were finished." The present Inhabitants of the he became a minister, and where he is now buried. to find herself and the child the sole possessors of the entire end of the vessel. WOURNFUL NOTE Captain WlUlam W.

Stephens is master of the good ship Au ReveC, which takes people out on fishing trips from Sheepshead Bay. Not long ago a sad-looking middle-aged man Joined one of the parties, sat perfectly still, didn't do any casting when the rest started. Stephens asked him how come, learned the passenger had gone out merely to drop an urn overboard. The urn contained the ashes of his wUe, That must have been around 1848 or 1849. "In February, 1861, grandfather received a picture of Uncle Tom by mall.

Across the ton was written. Rev. Josiah Henson from life, and presented by 'Uncle February. and Bay Shore Yacht Moor coops number 6,000, with Old Eratnuu Ball, inside the Erasmus courtyard on Flalbush near Church,.