The Coral Gables Times

Thursday, July 13, 1961, page 38 (of 44)

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MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTER IS-ME!

BY JOHN CHAPMAN And no apologies to Reader's Digest, either- the distinguished drama critic can't think of another performance (you'll see why) to compare with his own THE INTENDED RECIPIENT of this verbal lollipop was born on the twenty-fourth anniversary of the Cu[?]r massacre. His parents thought he was human and were very good to him all the time he was growing. In the course of a life which he has managed to prolong by waking up every morning, no matter what the cost, he has met very many fascinating people, including his wife, Charles A. Lindbergh, W. C. Fields, and-in an official seance-the first juvenile-court judge, Ben B. L[?]sey. But the most enthralling is himself, for he never knows what he is going to do next, and afterward he doesn't know why he did it. So far as anybody dares recall, the subject had an undis- tinguished childhood in Denver. He had only one fist fight, didn't mind school, and never played hookey-but he was an habitual truant from Sunday School. He absconded with the dime for the collection plate, spent half of it on an ice-cream cone and the other half for a round trip on the Cherrilyn car. This was a horse-drawn streetcar which went up a hill, and when it got to the end of the line at the top the horse would climb on the back platform and ride on down with the rest of the passengers, while the conductor manned the brake lever. This gruel of a lad-he was too thin to be called a broth-began earning steady money when he was fifteen, stacking books in the public library after school. Unlike the late Fred Allen who found many of his jokes while stacking books in the Boston library by reading the works of the Rev. Sidney Smith and others long dead, this budding intellect didn't learn a thing except the Dewey decimal system, which he forgot long ago. The summer he was sixteen he joined a U.S. Forest Early days-he spent half the dime intended for Sunday School buying a round trip on the Cherrilyn horsecar-the other half went for a cone. ILLUSTRATIONS BY HERB DANSKA 14 Suburbia Today, July 1961