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t:>il HERE’S only one thing predictable about Garry Moore—your chances of see¬ ing him almost any time you turn on your TV set are very good. Besides his popular daytime show, seen Mondays through Fridays every week, Garry makes guest appearances and substitutes for vacationing comedians and emcees on num¬ erous network shows. Garry can be best described as the Arthur Godfrey for weary housewives. Although his humor is on a much higher level than Arthur’s, his appeal lies in his manner rather than his matter. Women looking upon this crew-cut fuvenile can’t seem to resist the urge to mother him. And Garry, aware of this appeal, plays up to the ladies. Looking like a squirrel, an aniihal whose only appeal is its cuteness, Garry adds a pixie innocence that the ladies find irresistible. That is not to say that Garry isn’t a very funny fellow. He had an evening TV show last season that folded because his humor was on perhaps too high a level. He’s an erstwhile and devoted pupil of Chicago’s Ransom Sherman, the master bumbler and connoisseur of cliches. For the average TV viewer, this type of humor apparently borders on the obscure, judging from the rough time of it Ransom has had trying to make a go of it on TV. Garry shared the mike with Ransom on that wonderful old radio show “Club Mati¬ nee,” which spent most of its time lampoon- 12 ing the rest of the radio world. Garry origin¬ ally wanted to be a writer (he collaborated on an unpublished novel with the late great F. Scott Fitzgerald) but every time he tried to get a job as a radio writer, station man¬ agers would get a load of his glib, tart patter and made him a comedian. After stints at local stations in the east, he hooked on as a sports announcer in St. Louis, from where he was lured to Chicago by Ransom Sherman. Garry’s already bright wit was brought to a polished gleam by Ran¬ som, the master. Garry’s own humor, which centered its attack on the pseudo-cultured, was given a broader base as he learned from Ransom the ability to assemble a mass of contradicting cliches, delivered in a mock- serious voice. The Moore career was in flight. From Club Matinee Garry went into the long and profitable partnership with the clown prince of buffoonery, Jimmy Durante. From Jimmy, Garry learned two important things, humility and the very sane idea that no matter how much an audience laughs at you, you’ve gotta make them love you. The Durante-Moore radio show went on for seven years. Jimmy handled the broad comedy and Garry the razor-sharp satire. One of Garry’s best stunts was to do takeoffs on popular song lyrics (which seldom can bear close scutiny). After a Moore parody was finished, the original song could hardly be taken seriously. Although Garry showed great skill in dis¬ secting the phonies, he seldom descended to meanness. It was this quality, prominent in both Jimmy and Garry, that made Durante & Moore such a wonderful team. One of the famous Moore pomp deflators took place on the night of Harry Truman’s election in 1948. Aging commentator H. V. Kaltenborn, a staunch Dewey supporter, was TV FORECAST AND GUIDE