The casting call came in . They were searching for an audience filled with actors familiar with Henny Youngman. He’s the man with the one-liners and a violin. He always opened with, “Take my wife. . . please” Audiences roared with laughter. Night clubs, television, The Borscht Belt. You name it. No one did the straight face and shot one liner’s-all clean-straight out of his mouth like a machine gun. In between jokes he played beautiful music on his treasured violin. Nobody did it better.
I showed up on time at the big studio. When his name was announced and he shuffled out, this tall elderly man in a gray suit, you wondered if he’d reach it to the microphone. Make it he did. The assistant to the director said, “Four, three, ta” and he came to life and didn’t stop. At the end of his performance, the actors/audience gave him a standing O and watched the great talent shuffle off stage.
How rare this thing we call talent. No mumbling, every word clear, a virtuoso on the violin. And all without cursing. Beautiful. An afternoon to remember and one of the many sweet times in my former career as an actor before I started getting good gigs.
Thanks for joining me, my friends.
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