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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week gloom enveloped Camp LaGuardia (for homeless men) in Orange County, N. Y. Reason: the 60 pedigreed rabbits, which New York City's Department of Health entrusted to the campers for breeding purposes last fall, had produced only 100 bunnies suitable for the municipal culture of pneumonia serum, thus blighting the department's hopes of shaving its annual $24,000 rabbit bill. Said Chief Rabbit-Keeper William Hodson, commissioner of Public Welfare: "I have been feeding them almost nothing but hormone extracts...
...quiet of his summer retreat at St. Josephs. N. Y.. death (of coronary thrombosis) came last week to Patrick Joseph Cardinal Hayes, 70. Roman Catholic Archbishop of New York since 1919, Prince of the Church since 1924, benign and white-haired "Cardinal of Charities" to the 1,000,000 Catholics of the world's richest archdiocese. Forty-six years a priest, but never pastor of a church. Cardinal Hayes was the first native-born shepherd (which he liked to call himself) of New York. His steady rise in the church he owed to scholarship, administrative ability...
...Star Football Game (Wed. 8:30 p.m., NBC-Blue) between the professional N. Y. Giants and college star players at Manhattan's Polo Grounds...
Died. Gustav A. Weidhaas, 62, Broadway's No. 1 creator of stage "props" and trick effects; of heart disease; in Bronxville, N. Y. Sometime master handyman for Belasco, Ziegfeld, Joe Cook and Billy Rose, Weidhaas manufactured such varied marvels as the dragon for the Metropolitan Opera's Siegfried, jellied lobster (which would bounce) for Dinner at Eight, pet snakes for You Can't Take It With...
...summer day in 1899, a private banker named Spencer Trask and his wife Katrina were walking through the expensive wildwood of their big country estate, Yaddo, at Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Suddenly Katrina stopped, listened, raised her hands "as if in appeal to that Something which was too vast for me to define." Few moments later she said with dreamy excitement: "Here will be a perpetual series of house parties-of literary men, literary women, and other artists. . . . At Yaddo they will find the Sacred Fire, and light their torches at its flame. Look, Spencer! They are walking...