Evening star., 1935-12-15


live hens. "Mr. Aaron, Mr.. Martin,
Mr.. Alex and Mr.. Joseph Schechter." !"
Plenty Of Hell"
Hell Hitler" shouted Aaron, hands
clasped ringside fashion above his
head.
Hell Roosevelt" said Martin.
Hell SelaSse," chimed in Alex.
Hell with 'em ALL" said Joseph.
Fellow Nordics," declaimed Aaron,
I'VE have come to Berlin to demon
strate our chickens"
The most famous chickens in the
world" chimed in Martin.
"These chickens get 48 cents an
hour for running across State lines"
Martin informed the diners.
They ran from Hoboken to Brook
lyn with the Attorney General of the
United States in hot pursuit" sup
plemented Aaron.
Little Eva is a wonderful bold"
said Aaron. you would never know
she had been outside the State. She
even fooled the Supreme Court!
Hell" shouted the whole team.
A Stranger Approaches.
A dignif1ed stranger, who ap-
preached followed by an attendant
bearing a large package draped with
an American flag, caught the atten-
ton of the four brothers.
"Messrs. Schechter." he said, II am
Ogden Reid, publisher of the New
York Herald-Tribune. I would like
to inspect your wonderful birds"
The hens were enthusiastically
pointed out to him.
"Just as I thought" said Reid. "1n
recognition of the great public service
you have performed for the Repub-
lican party. the Herald Tribune pre-
sents you with this token"
A sweep of hand removed the nag
from the box to expose big rooster
in its cage.
THE Schechter strain must never
die!" shouted Reid.
A Take-off on Hopkins.
"a Midwinter Nights Dream" at
tributed to Federal Relief Adrninistra-
tor Harry L. Hopkins, opened with q
strange half-horse, half-msn figure
bound ''to the boondoggle roundup"
on the moon.
The spotlight switched to pick cot
out of the dark, with Hopkins moving
restlessly in his sleep upon it and q
big moon crescent peering down from
back stage. The boondogglers' chant
brought Hopkins to his feet. in long
nightshirt, tall peaked nightcap flop
ping as he cavorted with delight over
his dream.
"At last, at last" he shouted. What
a dream! First dreamed in millions;
then got to billions-now I'm dream
ing in trillions! Won't the President
be proud when 1 tell him a way to
spend trillions!"
The moon above glowed into life and
a strange figure leaned down to peer
at Hopkins.
Heavens" said the startled dream
er, tits Harold Ickes!'
Enter: Man in the Moon.
mo, it's a closer and older friend
even than that. Harry" observed the
moon figure. II am the man In the
moon"
Just the man want to see," Hop
kins shot back, skipping again in glee
You give me wonderful idea. Boon
doggling on the moonI can't wait to
tell the President"
Hopkins itemized q few projects
like a lunar resettlement problem, N
counting holes in the green cheese.
That's only the beginning" he
added to the moons expression of dis
may. Well reverse the ocean tides
we'll"
Il run the tides" broke in the moon
"You mean you used TO run 'efn,
chuckled Hopkins. when we get
through with Passamaquoddy the tides
will be eating out of our hands"
I'm through with you," stormed
the aroused man-in-the-moon. &C
back to sleep, Harry"
Sweet dreams, and a long, long
sleep-for, oh boy, what headache
you'll have when you wake up!"
"Orphans Of the Storm"
That moving drama, THE Orphans
of the Storm, produced by the New
Deal at uncalculated and inealculable
expense" started with a cradle on the
stage containing four very mature
looking doll babies.
Nellie, the beautiful stock model,
and James M. Lands, alias Jim the
Penman Of the securities act" were the
characters.
Nellie, dressed la May West and
bedeeked In diamonds, came on, wiring
ing her hands and bending over the
cradle.
who viii save my little subsidiaries
from that terrible death sentence,
she moaned. "Is there none to melt
the heart Of the squire Of Hyde Parkl
Poor little dears: mother will not
desert you while there is q dividend
Of life left In you.
Poor little darling North American
NO1P- "AO Soutu call you WICKED
Just big, good.natured holding com.
pany. fond Of good, clean ftinl
The Villain Enters.
"And shall my pretty ones die to
carry Nebraska for the squire? No
a thousand times mol"
A lurking figure in the trappings
of the villain of rnelodrama caught
Nellie's eye.
AHA, you scoundrel." she shrilled
II know you if I know a frankfurtel
when I see one. You came to steal
my babies, will not give them up
They are my power and light"
Bah" said Lands, but you can
keep them for awhile If you register
them, Nellie"
Never, you fiend. That would put
me In your clutches"
She. clutehed up the babes and