Monday, September 10, 2012

Ron Taht on the Sale of Schilling's Theaters

Ron Taht on the Sale of Schilling's Theaters 

In an earlier blog post I wrote about Mrs. Schilling and how much she detested the Franks and swore never to sell her theaters to them. 

 In this blog post, shortly before he died, Mrs. Schilling's lawyer Ron Taht explains how they put the theaters up for sale, but didn't advertise them so outside bidders could have a chance to buy them. Instead they took bids from unknown bidders, but suspected they were from the Franks, who used straw bidders and didn't show up personally at the closing. In addition the real estate agents and title company were sworn to secrecy so that the Franks could clandestinely buy the boardwalk theaters that Mrs. Schilling swore she would never sell to them. In the end, Ron Taht says that Mrs. Schilling wasn't fooled and took the money anyway. 

They should have advertised the sale of the buildings and sold them overtly to someone who would have maintained them as theaters, as Mrs. Schilling wanted. 

Setting the record straight on the sale of the Ocean City Theaters
Over on the Ocean City Days blog, Bill Kelly has got some history wrong...

The Ocean City theaters - the Strand and the Moorlyn, were wonderful theaters in their time - luxurious seats, big screens, and - at the Strand - a stage that could be used for other purposes, and was – for many years. The Moorlyn had a dance hall on the second floor which was popular during the 20s and 30s. The Strand had one of the first air conditioners installed in any building. Ocean water was pumped into copper piping above the theater and air was then blown over it. This system actually worked up until the time the theaters were sold.

My clients, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Schilling owned them, and were fiercely proud of them. They lent an air of culture and sophistication to their beloved boardwalk. Remember that this was a time when Men wore jackets in the evening when strolling on the boardwalk and men without a shirt on could be arrested.

Nearly all the other theaters in the southern New Jersey area were controlled by members of the Frank family. I don’t know what happened but the Schillings held a deep dislike for the Franks. Everyone including the Franks knew this.

The Schillings and their tenant, Arthur Oeschlager, successfully operated the theatres for many years and were able to keep them in their original size and grandeur.

After her husband and Arthur passed away, Mrs. Schilling struggled to find a new tenant.

Ultimately she rented the theaters for a fraction of the rent that she could have received had she converted the theaters to other uses. Sadly, running those theaters only during the summer gave the new tenant no clout with the distributors and he was relegated to second run and B movies. He struggled for several years but was finally forced to pack it in. He couldn't even pay his last years rent.

Mrs. Schilling was no longer up to wrestling with a problem of this magnitude and authorized her right hand, Florence Mathews, and me to find a buyer. Instead of listing the properties we simply let it be known that the properties were for sale... Offers poured in from people and companies we had never heard of! The bidding reached $3 MILLION DOLLARS! Mrs. Mathews took this offer to Mrs. Schilling with the warning that the Franks might be the buyer. Mrs. Mathews advised me that Mrs. Schilling replied “for $3 million dollars I would sell those old theatres to the devil.” I think she thought she was.

Everyone involved in the deal had been sworn to secrecy. Neither the realtor, Mike Monahan nor Title Company of Jersey’s Mike Dowling, would confirm that the Franks were the buyer. The closing was conducted without the buyer present. The buyer had already completed a mortgage closing at a different branch so that money was available upon completion of the sale.

When I delivered the check to Mrs. Schilling she covered her mouth, laughed, and said “oh my, look at all those zeros. The Franks hadn’t won. Mrs. Schilling, the little old lady in the tennis shoes, had.

Afterwards we learned that a great many of the ever escalating offers were from the Franks! They apparently were bidding through straw parties against themselves.

A highlight of my professional career!

Some time later, Mrs. Shilling died.

She had given me directions to follow as I settled her estate. While she had no love for the City she did love her Boardwalk. Both she and Charley believed that their parking lots provided its life’s blood.  Many Boardwalk owners had used the parking adjacent to their boardwalk properties to expand the Boardwalk use or to establish a new one. She
didn’t want either to happen to her parking lots.

After her death I asked the city to subdivide her properties separating the boardwalk stores from the parking lots. There was great concern by members of the Planning Board - I remember Mayor Gillian saying that if the parking lots were sold with the stores it wouldn’t be long before they become the sites of new condominiums. He said he would rather trust the Schilling estate to preserve them. That carried the day and the parking lots became separate properties.

I offered them to the City at their appraised value and although another bidder attempted to outbid the city, the city ultimately prevailed. The city not only saved the boardwalk but made a good investment at the same time. I give credit to former mayor Knight and solicitor Gerry Corcoran for this accomplishment.

Mrs. Shilling's second concern was her tenants. Almost all of them had rented her stores for many years and were more like family than business associates. They paid more attention to her than her family, being there for her birthdays and Christmas. By converting the store sites to be legally 'condominiums' I was able to offer the stores at their appraised value to everyone who had been operating businesses in them.

All but one purchased their store and I hope continue to enjoy success.

The Shriver Building was purchased by her good friends, Hank and Ginny Glazier, who have taken her place as the Boardwalk's leading advocate.

The last of Mrs. Shillings property at 18th St.– the last undeveloped lots west of the boardwalk .– are now up for sale. The hospitals and the Tabernacle (her beneficiaries) can use the money, and I'm sure she would approve.

People forget the good we do. As Shakespeare wrote: “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.”

Ronald Lewis "Mike" Taht, of Ocean City, NJ, passed away the morning of June 5th, 2012, after a brief illness. He spent his last days in the company and comfort of his family.

Ronald was born March 17, 1936 to William Taht and Gladys Bloomer of Audubon, NJ. He is predeceased by parents and his brother William. He is survived by his wife of 51 years, Beverly, by his brother Kenneth, sister-in-law Janet, sons Michael ("Dave") and Stephen, daughter-in-law Carolyn, granddaughter Natalie, nieces Laura and Linda, nephews Bill (Eileen), Brian (Linda),Ken(Wendy), and their children.

Ronald went to college at Rutgers, Camden, graduating with a degree in law. He served as a reservist between the Korean and Vietnam wars. Partnering with Robert K Bell in his real estate law practice in Ocean City, Ron was also county prosecutor for Cape May, and later served as the Municipal court judge for Ocean City, as well as later, Tuckahoe, NJ. He was instrumental in getting Ocean City’s community center built, as well as helping preserve the heritage of Ocean City.

He loved to fish, and golf, and was a marvelous chef. He loved fine wine and a good debate. After his health began to fail he started writing down his experiences, and had his opinions published both here on his blog and in the Cape Coral News-Press. We will have two celebrations of his life in the coming months, the first will be in Ocean City sometime this summer, and in Ft Myers later this fall.


Thursday, September 6, 2012

Jim Duffy 1952 - 2012

                                           Jim Duffy in the Old Anchorage phone booth 

DUFFY, JAMES T. - of Ocean City and Somers Point passed away on Saturday September 1, 2012.

Jim was born in Miami Florida on November 16, 1952

Jim is survived by his two sisters, Jeannette McAllister of Longport and Virginia Baldwin (Robert) of Linwood; his former wife, Lisa Savitsky Duffy of Somers Point; one niece and three nephews. He is predeceased by his mother, Jeannette Lehman; his father Walter Duffy; his step-father, Nelson Lehman; and his brother, Gary Duffy. 

Jim grew up in Ocean City and graduated from Ocean City High School. A skilled carpenter he was the owner of a local construction company for many years. As a young boy, Jim fell in love with the ocean. That love lead to his lifelong passions for surfing, fishing and eventually traveling. 

He inherited his love of animals from his mother and over the years owned and adored many cats. 

A visitation for Jim will be held Thursday, September 6, from 9 to 10am at The George H. Wimberg Funeral Home, 1707 New Road, Linwood. Burial will be private. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to a charity of your choice in his memory.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Tracking Down Iron Mike

                                     Sam McDowell with Iron Mike on the Ocean City Boardwalk 

Tracking Down Iron Mike

He stood there in the back of the Old Smuggler’s Shop on the Ocean City Boardwalk at 13th Street for years that stretched into decades,

Everybody who was there at the time, from he sixties through the seventies, knew Iron Mike, and it seemed like you couldn’t walk past the boardwalk shop without stopping in to see him. He was the star attraction in a shop full of sea shells, antiques, historic replicas, whaler’s harpoons, a giant whale bones, and nautical gifts.

Iron Mike was an early metal deep sea diving suit that seemed to have found its niche in the back of Sam McDowell’s shop. The shop’s motif was a good reflection of its owner, who was born in Somers Point, was an Ocean City lifeguard, taught art at Princeton in the winters, and ran his boardwalk shop in the summer.

Vacationing on the West Indians island of Becquia in the winters, McDowell filled some of his shop with exotic art, crafts he brought back from the islands, including scrimshaw, which McDowell, the artist, started carving himself.

At a private party in Princeton, he met then Senator John F. Kennedy, an avid scrimshaw collector who admired McDowell’s work, and advised him to develop that talent more fully.

                       President Kennedy's scrimshaw prominently displayed on his Oval Office desk 

So under the advisement of a future president, McDowell left Princeton and Ocean City, moved fulltime to Bequia and spent most of his time carving scrimshaw, which he found even more lucrative and enjoyable than teaching or hawking his Smuggler’s wares on the boardwalk. He also bought a summer home in Carmel, California, where he often took his Ocean City lifeboat-like rowboat into the waves.

But what became of Iron Mike?

That’s what Steve Garza wanted to know. Steve read about McDowell’s art donations to the Ocean City and Somers Point Historical Societies [See: Ocean City Days: Sam McDowell - The Old Smuggler & Iron MIke ] , and wrote, “Hi Bill, I really enjoyed reading the following blog post about Sam McDowell

I remember his shop well from when I was growing up. Do you know what happened to Iron Mike? Many Thanks, Steve. Sent from my iPad.”

Since I didn’t know I told Steve that Sam was in Carmel, California and he might be able to answer his question, which sent him on his quest to find Iron Mike, and send back the following report.

Sam McDowell with Whale Bones at Smuggler Shop on Ocean City Boardwalk (Circa 1970s) 


Many of us who visited Ocean City from the 50s through the 70s remember the Smuggler’s Shop – that fascinating combination of store and nautical museum at 13ths Street on the Boardwalk.

Although I was very young when I visited the Smuggler’s Shop, I have vivid memories of the place and its two shopkeepers, Sam McDowell, the shop’s owner, and Iron Mike, the imposing armored diving suit that greeted visitors.

During a recent visit to Ocean City I felt inspired to find out what became of both.

As for Sam McDowell, an internet search led me to an article on Bill Kelly’s blog about Sam. As readers may already know, Sam is a well-known artist who resides in California. I decided to contact Sam to find out more about his artwork and ask him what happened to Iron Mike. I wrote him a letter, using an address I had looked up, not even sure I was writing to the right Sam McDowell, but a week later I got a very gracious letter back from Sam, who was indeed “the Smuggler.”

Now in his 80s, Sam wrote that he now lives between his home in Carmel, California and his long time second home in Bequia, an island in the West Indies, though he seldom gets down there anymore.

Bequia is where he acquired some of the memorable items for his shop, such as the giant whale skull and native arts and crafts.

Sam said he is enjoying life with is wife, kids and grand kids, though he seems far from retired and makes a living as a full time artist, doing both painting and scrimshaw. He is recognized as one of the best scrimshaw artists working today, and also collects historic scrimshaw pieces. Sam focuses much of his time making fine art, hand-crafted scrimshaw pocket knives, which are sold by fine art galleries across the country.

Sam was also kind enough to include scans of two postcards he formerly sold at the shop, one of Iron Mike and one of the huge whale skull.

On the topic of Iron Mike, Sam said that he had sold the iron diving suit to a nautical museum in City Island, in the Bronx, New York, but later heard that it ended up in Florida, but he did not know where.

Those who remember Sam and the fascinating items in his shop may want to check out some of the galleries that sell his scrimshaw pocket knives. They’re collectible works of art that could also hold some personal meaning to those of us who remember the Smuggler’s Shop days.


It took a lot of internet searching to find any current information on Iron Mike. Finally I found some pictures on Flickr tagged as Iron Mike that were taken by some tourist of a large yellow painted diving suit in a museum in Islamorada, Florida. When I looked closely at the pictures, there was no doubt it was Iron Mike, who had received a yellow paint job on his upper body at some point in his travels.

While it appears that Iron Mike is a popular tourist attraction, the museum doesn’t mention him on their web site.

I called the museum to see if they had any more information about Iron Mike and his history and virtually met Amber Weller, of the Florida Keys History of Diving Museum, the present home of Iron Mike, and she filled me in with many of the following details.


Iron Mike was built in the early 1930s by the Empire Marine Salvage and Engineering Corporation of New York City, which was headed by Thomas P. Connelly. A patent filed in 1934 lists Mr. Connelly as the inventor. The company had an address at 17 Battery Place in New York, a few blocks south of the present day World Trade Center site. But the salvage operations appear to have been based across the Hudson River in Jersey City, New Jersey.

Iron Mike’s primary ‘occupant’ was a well known commercial diver, Roy R. Hansen, of Perth Amboy, NJ

According to the patent, Iron Mike was designed with a number of innovative features, most of which were significant improvements over standard diving equipment of the times, including:

Iron Mike was fully pressurized and self-contained, with an oxygen tank that provided approximately four hours of air time, which was included within the suit, so no air hoses were necessary, and a bottle of caustic soda would absorb the CO2 emitted by the diver.

A telephone line was attached so the diver could keep in contact with the boat on the surface, and the mechanical “hands” of a grappling jaw permitted him to grasp objects.

The suit consists of a top and bottom pieces, secured together with a threaded ring, which could easily be opened. The buoyancy of the suit made it naturally return to an upright position, a feature the diver could take advantage of to lean over to closely inspect an object, as the suit would upright itself.

Iron Mike undertook three dives that received notable press coverage, and made him something of a celebrity. There were likely other dives, but without the company’s records, they can’t be documented. If Iron Mike could speak, he probably would have many fascinating stories to tell.

HMS Hussar, October, 1934. The Hussar was a British ship carrying pay for their soldiers during the American Revolution. In 1780 the Hussar hit a rock and sank in the Hells Gate, a treacherous waterway off New York City. Mr. Connelly’s company was one of at least three parties that attempted to locate the ship in the mid-1930s. For this mission, Iron Mike was outfitted with a huge light above his head and one on each arm, and dragged through the water behind a tugboat called the Terminal. Despite the relatively shallow depth of about 120 feet, Hansen called the job one of the nastiest of his career due to the strength of the currents.

The search continued along the shores of the Bronx for about a month during which Hansen identified six shipwrecks, none of which was the Hussar. The search was then called off because Simon Lake, the inventor of the modern submarine, and Pleasantville, NJ native, claimed to have exclusive rights, granted by the Treasury Department, to recover the Hussar. Lake was ultimately unsuccessful in this effort.

It is now believed that the amount of blasting, dredging and filling in the Hells Gate, beginning in 1876, probably buried the remains of the Hussar under landfill in the Port Morris section of the Bronx.

A humorous side note – a Time Magazine article about the dive said the crew had nicknamed the suit “Eleanor.” Thankfully, someone later reconsidered this decision and Iron Mike took hold.

Merida, August 1936. The Merida was a passenger steamer carrying gold and silver bullion from Mexico in 1911 that collided with another ship and sank off the Virginia coast in about 270 feet of water. The cargo had an estimated value of $26 million in 1936 dollars, or about $425 million today. Mr. Connelly and company dove the wreck with Iron Mike in August 1936, and according to some reports, they did salvage some of the cargo, but no details were provided. However, the book Treasure Legends of Virginia states that the company’s expedition failed, after having spent $250,000 (about $4 million today). 

A New York Times article about the expedition reveals some interesting insights about the mission and Iron Mike. Roy Hansen, by this point very experienced using Iron Mike, was supremely confident in the suit and the changes of success on this mission. He even claimed he could stay down for 16 hours at a time. Hansen also said he believed the suit could dive to 2,000 feet.

The article named his two assistants – James Cullom and William Hogarty, both from Jersey City. Most interestingly, the article refers to the presences of two diving suits matching Iron Mike’s description. Amber discovered in her research that there was an earlier suit, very similar to Iron Mike, believed to have been designed by Benjamin Leavitt of Camden, New Jersey, and this suit may have also been used for the Merida mission. Nevertheless, most documentation indicates that Thomas Connelly only built one Iron Mike suit.

Quarry Dive in Pen Argyl, Pa. September 1936. Shortly after the Merida dive, Iron Mike was used to recover the body of a 13 year old boy who drowned in a flooded quarry in Pennsylvania. In completing this somber task, Roy Hansen claimed he dove to 510 feet, a record at the time, but this could not be officially confirmed for the record books.

Post 1930s.

It is not clear what became of Thomas Connelly and his company, or when Iron Mike was retired from commercial diving. Iron Mike was reportedly stored at the Philadelphia Naval Ship Yard at some point in the 1940s, and after that was part of a live diving demonstration in Atlantic City, probably at Steel Pier.

From there he was acquired by Sam McDowell and spent his years in Ocean City. Around the time Sam closed the Smuggler’s Shop, around 1980, he sold Iron Mike to the Northwind Undersea Institute in City Island, Bronx, NY, a museum co-founded by folk singer Ritchie Havens. 

From there Iron Mike was acquired by Drs. Joe and Sally Bauer, the founders of the Florida Keys History of Diving Museum in Islamorada, Florida, and the museum has been his home ever since.

Sometime before he got to the museum, his upper body was painted yellow for an unknown reason. The museum is interested in restoring him to his original finish, but does not have the resources to do so at this time.

Today, Iron Mike is one of the most popular attractions at the Islamorada museum.

Special thanks to Sam McDowell, for sharing his recollections, and Amber Weller of the Florida Keys History of Diving Museum for sharing her research and patiently answering my questions. Amber’s research skills and attention to detail have uncovered a lot of fascinating information about Iron Mike.


Florida Keys History of Diving Museum

Steve Notes:

I do have one small update, which is that the diving museum also (finally) wrote about Iron Mike on their own blog just a few days ago.    

Iron Mike Patent:

Sam McDowell Knives: