Hi M'ette,
You're certainly taking me down a few trips to Memory Lane. This posting jogged lose a recollection of this recitation from one of the classic comics of the past Century. You also reminded me of two of the best kept secrets in Hollywood. One is the fact that there was an award that was much more rare and certainly more coveted than an Oscar. The second was that the hottest ticket in town, was to attend the DRESS rehearsal for Red's TV show. I made it in only once, and that was because I was working with a man by the name of Sy Bartlett, and he got me in.
Sy was born somewhere in Eastern Europe, and like so many naturalized citizens, was extremely patriotic. He was a young producer at 20th Century Fox when WWII broke out. He immediately enlisted in the Army Air Corps., and ended up, in the 8th Air Force, as an aide to Curtis LeMay, and was the one who planned the raids on the Schweinfurt. Sy wrote a book about the experience, and when he returned to Hollywood, after the war, produced the movie - based on his book - "Twelve O'Clock High".
I hate to repeat myself, but to relate, once again, how a-political Hollywood used to be, LeMay remained a good friend, and stood as GodFather to Sy's son, and had no problem with Sy writing speeches for JFK.
I was "loaned" to Sy for a couple of months to help organize tons of material, he had obtained from his many Government contacts, regarding the last months of Che Guevara's life in Bolivia. It resulted in a dreadful movie, with Richard Harris, Jack Palance and Omar Sheriff. I don't think many people saw it.
But . . .
We would work long into the evening, but, lots of folks used to drop by Sy's office after sundown for drinks so the last few hours weren't too grueling. One evening we knocked off early and a bunch of us went to the Skelton dress rehearsal. Now, like almost all comics of his day, Red had come up through burlesque. This was in the mid-sixties and before one heard much public profanity. From the first table read of the script, through the Tech rehearsal, Red would work doggedly on the show - as it was written. But the dress rehearsal was all Red's. This was for his people, and he knew that the "in" audience that grew over the years, was there by choice. It was a very BLUE show. Not raunchy, shock-value blue, but hilarious, brilliant sky blue, delivered at a machine gun pace. I saw Jonathan Winters there that night, actually sitting in the aisle with tears running down his face.
He was one of only a couple of people I've known who could say anything - WITHOUT BEING OFFENSIVE. He didn't have the happiest life, in some areas, but was made more perfect by troubles.
Many years later, I shared my life with a woman who was one of the dancers on Red's show. That dress rehearsal was the highlight of her week for a few years.
Later,
Bill (k39noodles)