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F CHASE TAYLOR and Wilbur Budd Hulick.
♦ Colonel Lemuel Q. Stoopnagle and Budd of Tastyeast Gloom Chaser fame, bumped into each other in a Buffalo, N. Y., studio and radio gained its fore¬ most comedy act.
On the night of Oct. 10, 1930, station announcer Budd Hulick of WMAK had an empty fifteen min¬ utes in his program. He needed something to fill the hole. As he scurried through the office in search of something or other, he bumped into Chase Taylor. “Come on in with me and ad lib,” he said.
Taylor paused just long enough to grab a folding organ. They settled themselves in front of the mike and began to talk. Five minutes, ten . . . fifteen. Phone bells started ringing. Voices yelled through receivers. “Who are they? When’ll they be on again ? They’re the funniest nuts I ever heard.”
And lo, Stoopnagle and Budd were born.
Budd is twenty-five years old . . . and he has been a very busy young man. Almost all of those twentyfive years he has known that he wanted to be connected with the stage or radio. As a youngster around Asbury Park, N. J., he was the moving spirit of many amateur theatricals.
COLONEL STOOPNAGLE and BUDD were brought together by accident
Georgetown University attracted his interest and he enrolled for a music course. Most of his nights were spent with the glee and in¬ strument clubs. After graduation in 1929, he joined Johnny John¬ son’s orchestra and crooned his way along. Music was a fickle mistress, though. The orchestra broke apart and he had to go to work in a telegraph company. Weeks later, his department was wiped out and Budd took a post behind a drug store soda fountain. It was when an executive of Sta¬ tion WEBR in Buffalo saw Budd cutting capers for his customers that Budd got his chance. The executive hired him on the spot and the cheerful young man slid naturally into the job of announc¬ ing, acting, and writing continuity.
Colonel Stoopnagle — or F. Chase Taylor — was vice-president of a Buffalo brokerage house when the radio bug bit him. He re¬ signed last year to devote himself to creating better Stoopnagles.
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