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HE ACTS AND TALKS SANELY BUT THE RESULTS . . . WACKY! brand of comedy involves a gentle, warm, sincere and friendly approach to whatever topic happens to be un¬ der discussion. This can be Academy Awards, painters, Christmas shopping, kids, panel shows — anything but politics and government. Somewhere along the way he slides in a completely offbeat remark. He doesn’t telegraph the punch; if you don’t listen you miss it. When everybody else was talking about the Academy Awards, for in¬ stance, he told his viewers about an¬ other couple of awards that had just been made. “Eddie Cantor,” he informed them, “has won the George Jessel Award, and George Jessel has won the Eddie Cantor Award.” A little pause. Then: “I think it’s fixed,” Paar commented mildly, and went on to other things. Cantor and Jessel also gave him the inspiration for another small conver¬ sation with his audience. “For years,” he said, “Cantor and Jessel have been making a fortune talking about the old days and their memories. Rector’s. The Follies. The Scandals. Things I never heard about. “Well, I’m young, but I have my memories, too,” Paar said, as the Pupi Campo Orchestra behind him began to play “Memories.” “I remember,” Paar recalled dream¬ ily, “the first Kaiser-Frazer. I re¬ member when you cranked down the windows of cars. I remember that lovely old tune, ‘How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?’ I remember a couple of comedians who had real heart, Martin and Lewis . . Paar descended on New York in the spring of 1953 because he was “tired of unemployment and steak got habit¬ forming.” His wife, the former Miriam Wagner of the Hershey chocolate fam¬ ily, and his daughter Randy flew there. He loaded their prize posses¬ sions in a station wagon and drove cross-country from the West Coast, where he had hit the highest, and lowest, points of his career. A Canton, Ohio boy, Paar was 16 when he became a radio announcer, one of the youngest in the business. At 19 he was announcing the Cleve¬ land Symphony Orchestra broadcasts. Not until he got in the Army in 1942 did he develop his comedy bit. Jack Benny heard him overseas and signed him up when the war ended. A long article in a national magazine brought some other hot offers, includ¬ ing a contract with RKO. All Paar did at RKO for three years was col-