A New Sybil's "WHO'Z DAT?"... HARRY DAVENPORT (January 19, 1866 – August 9, 1949)

Darlings! Mummy has made a decision! After reading dozens of posts and having hundreds of conversations with well-meaning folks who just don't know about the great CHARACTER actors who gave films the depth and genius that surrounded and supported the so-called "stars", I am going to post a regular, special entry called SYBIL'S "WHO'Z DAT??"....there'll be photos and a mini-bio, and the next time you see one of those familiar, fabulous faces that you just "can't quite place"... well, maybe these posts will help. Some of these actors worked more, had longer and broader careers, and ended up happier, more loved, and even wealthier than the "stars" that the public "worships"... I think there may be a metaphor in that! What do you think???... well, if ever, ever there was an actor who was loved, truly loved more than this one, I’ve never heard of him… it’s Harry Davenport (January 19, 1866 – August 9, 1949), everybody’s favorite “grandpa”.

Harold George Bryant Davenport, he was an American film and stage actor who worked in show business from the age of six until his death. Born just one year after the end of the Civil War in Canton, Pennsylvania, where his family lived during the holidays. He also grew up in Philadelphia. Harry came from a long line of stage actors; his father was thespian Edward Loomis Davenport, and his mother, Fanny Vining Davenport, was an English actress and a descendant of the renowned 18th-century Irish stage actor Jack Johnson. His sister was actress Fanny Davenport. In fact all nine of the Davenport children shared their parents’ love for the arts, and several, including Harry, dedicated their lives to performing. Harry himself made his stage debut at the age of five at the Chestnut Theater in Philadelphia in a play written by Richard Edwards, DAMON AND PYTHIAS. Written in a tribute dedicated to Davenport in the “Canton Sunday Telegraph” in 1949 is a notation about the fact that Harry never spent his earnings from that debut.  The story doesn’t refer to his being frugal, but rather endearing and sentimental –  “His pay was $1.95 in coins of every denomination then current and all dated 1871.  A five-dollar gold piece was added as a ‘bonus.'” Davenport kept the old coins in a safe deposit box and often said that a million dollars couldn’t make him get rid of them. And it remained so even during the leanest of times.  

By his teen years Harry Davenport was a veteran stage actor playing Shakespearian stock companies. Working regionally for years, Davenport made his Broadway debut in THE VOYAGE OF SUZETTE (1894) at the age of 28 and appeared there in numerous plays for decades. While still working exclusively on the stage, Davenport also co-founded the Actor’s Equity Association (then called “The White Rats”) with stage legend, Eddie Foy. The union was formed to address theater owners’ exploitation of actors.  Within the first year “The White Rats” had an enthusiastic membership who would cause a close-out of theaters in protest.  It was that difficult situation (for the most part) that prompted Harry to join Vitagraph Studios in NYC at the age of 47, debuting in the 1913 silent short film KENTON'S HEIR, followed the next year by Sidney Drew’s, TOO MANY HUSBANDS, and FOGG'S MILLIONS, and a series of film shorts co-starring another veteran of the stage, Rose Tapley. These included eighteen comedy shorts that made up what is referred to as the “Jarr Family” series.  In it, Davenport played Mr. Jarr, the patriarch of a middle-class family whose misadventures the series revolved around. Aside from playing the head of the Jarr family, Harry was also given directing duties in the stories, which were based on newspaper dailies written by humorist, Roy McCardell starting in 1907. All eighteen of the Jarr family productions at Vitagraph were produced and released in 1915.

In addition, he also directed some silent features and many shorts between 1915 and 1917. Davenport continued to work in film steadily throughout the 1910s, but returned to the stage full-time for the rest of the 1920s after a small, uncredited part in Fred Newmeyer’s, AMONG THOSE PRESENT in 1921. Full-time that is if stage work was available.  Just like many other Americans at the time, Harry and his second wife Phyllis Rankin (a successful actor in her own right) were living through tough financial times.  When not on the stage the couple would make ends meet by teaching acting and theater arts on the side and/or by picking wild strawberries which Phyllis made into preserves. They sold the preserves in New York and were successful enough at it to be able to “hire” local boys to help pick the strawberries. The boys’ pay was the promise of a bicycle to the best picker – a promise that was always kept. 

Harry Davenport made a few films in the early 1930s, but it wasn’t until Phyllis’ untimely death in 1934 that his film career took off after he decided to travel to California to give Hollywood an earnest effort.  Driving cross-country in his jalopy, Harry took his time, stopping in different cities along the way to act in a play or two to earn extra money. Could he ever have imagined that a brand-new career awaited him playing grandfathers, judges, doctors, and ministers. He came to Hollywood at 69 years of age during the height of the Great Depression and became one of the most beloved, admired and prolific actors in film history and one of the best-known and busiest "old men" in Hollywood films during the 1930s and 1940s. 

Settling comfortably in a life in Hollywood, Harry Davenport took on as many movie roles as he could handle. He had a gift for both comedy and drama and specialized in playing earnest, authoritative, wise, and sometimes wise-cracking characters, most often men who others turned to for guidance. He appeared in only one scene for a few minutes as a wise and wryly observant judge in Frank Capra’s YOU CAN’T TAKE IT WITH YOU (1938), but his performance is unforgettable right to the final shot of him smiling and shaking his head at the pandemonium in his courtroom!

Harry Davenport played Dr. Meade in GONE WITH THE WIND (1939), a role that was both comical and poignant and extremely important to the central story as it unfolded. He completely commands the screen opposite Vivien Leigh, Clark Gable, and Olivia de Havilland, During his “twilight” years, when most others would be settling down into retirement, Harry Davenport worked continuously. To put it in perspective, he made thirteen films in what is considered by many to be the greatest year in film, 1939. Thirteen!! Aside from GONE WITH THE WIND, these included John Cromwell’s, MADE FOR EACH OTHER (as Dr. Healy), Irving Cummings’, THE STORY OF ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL (as Judge Rider), William Dieterle’s, JUAREZ starring Paul Muni and Bette Davis, and Gus Meins’, MONEY TO BURN (as Grandpa). And from a productive standpoint that year was only so-so for Harry. He’d appeared in nineteen films in 1937!! 

Some of his other film roles are as the aged King Louis XI of France in THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME (1939) with film greats Charles Laughton, Thomas Mitchell, Edmond O’Brien, George Zucco, Maureen O'Hara, and Cedric Hardwicke. He played the lone resident in a ghost town in THE BRIDE CAME C.O.D. (1942), filmed on location in Death Valley, He also had supporting roles in Alfred Hitchcock’s thriller FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT (1940), William A. Wellman’s western THE OX-BOW INCIDENT (1943) and in KINGS ROW (1943) with Ronald Reagan. Davenport also played the iconic grandfather of Judy Garland in Vincente Minnelli's classic MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS (1944) and the great-uncle of Myrna Loy and Shirley Temple in THE BACHELOR AND THE BOBBY-SOXER (1947).

A lesser film Harry Davenport appeared in, but one we have to mention is the fifth entry in The Thin Man series, Richard Thorpe’s, THE THIN MAN GOES HOME (1945). Harry Davenport plays Dr. Charles, the father of one of the most popular detectives in filmdom, Nick Charles of Nick and Nora fame. A perfect choice!  This particular story shows Nick and Nora returning to Nick’s parents’ house for vacation.  Nick’s father, Dr. Charles, always dreamed of his son becoming a doctor as well and collaborating with him on a project for a new hospital.  Not familiar with his son’s natural talents for investigation, the Doctor views Nick as little more than a beat cop. Meanwhile, Nick longs for his father’s approval so Nora sets out to involve Nick in a murder mystery in his hometown so the old Doctor can be duly impressed. In the end the Doctor is quite impressed with the son’s skills and when he tells the younger Charles, Nick’s vest buttons bust with pride (literally). The super-talented William Powell and Myrna Loy are joined not only by Harry Davenport, but also by the great, Lucille Watson.

Harry Davenport continued to appear in films up until his sudden death of a heart attack on August 9, 1949 at age eighty-three… one hour after he asked his agent Walter Herzbrun about a new film role! His last film was Frank Capra’s musical-comedy, RIDING HIGH (1950), which was released the year after his death. Bette Davis once called Davenport "without a doubt, the greatest character actor of all time.” Bette Davis!... can you imagine?!

Through his marriage to Phyllis, he was the brother-in-law of Lionel Barrymore who was married at the time to Phyllis' sister Doris. His entire family, including in-laws and eventually, all five of Harry Davenport’s own children would become actors or involved in production as well, as would a couple of his grandchildren. He was buried in Kensico Cemetery, Westchester County, New York. In the obituary, a newspaper called him the "white-haired character actor" with "the longest acting career in American history". Harry Davenport appeared in over 160 films. Asked why he made so many films at his age, he replied: “I hate to see men of my age sit down as if their lives were ended and accept a dole. An old man must show that he knows his job and is no loafer. If he can do that, they can take their pension money and buy daisies with it.”

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Sybil Bruncheon's "My Merry Memoirs... the early, EARLY years!!"...

So many of you have asked about my early (very early!) career, before television, Hollywood, Broadway… even back before Vaudeville and the carny-show circuit… an actress, a serious actress applies herself to any and every opportunity when she’s starting out and she hones her craft in every possible venue… speaking of which, here are a few of my early (very, VERY EARLY!) projects… (clockwise from left)  

TCHEPOULTA-PEGGY MEETS THE TRAVELING SALES-SHAMAN (725 BC): The story of a young inexperienced farm-girl in Meso-America who dreams of adventures in the Mayan Riviera with glamorous celebrities. She works her way up the ladder and across the countryside doing a musical comedy act with dancing chickens dressed only in a feather boa. She ends up headlining in some of the greatest human-sacrifice temples around. The finale takes place with the entire cast on a giant stone staircase, high-kicking and singing about the bird-lizard goddess of the moon when a huge earthquake destroys the city. The survivors throw her into a volcano to satisfy the monkey-papaya priest… or was it the mango-goat-god?... someone with a pierced nose… whatever. 

BABBLING-LONIA & A SUMMER IN SUMERIA (1910 BC): A musical based on an earlier “ladies’ romance novel”… the story follows a young open-hearted socialite in Mesopotamia who is so full of joy and energy that she wins a vacation-cruise on the Tigris-Euphrates. Surrounded by exciting and glamorous people on the cruise, she becomes embroiled in a murder mystery/ponzi-scam with a Persian real estate magnate named Xerxes the Jerxes! He happens to be half-man and half-bull… with an emphasis on the BULL. Sadly, Lonia loses her little inheritance investing in beach-front property in Crete destroyed years earlier in a volcanic eruption. But all is resolved in a big musical finale when she marries Hammurabi… as his 37th wife. 

UGGA-BUMBA BUILDS HIS CAVE FOR TWO! (12,000 BC….or so) A percussion only musical about an extremely handsome though unsophisticated caveman who tires of the trivial whirl of prehistoric urban life, and decides to settle down. Unfortunately, like so many extremely attractive and scantily dressed men in the primitive world, he is offered the very best and most exciting diversions that can be had when you’re wearing nothing but a loincloth. Saber-tooth tiger furs, pet Pterodactyls, rare and exotic shells and rocks, and the rarest vintages of monkey-papaya wine…all these and Brontosaurus filets a l’Orange are his for the asking, but Ugga-Bumba wants love. He meets Neander-Nancy in a small café where she’s the barista serving coffee beans and other seeds and barks to be chewed and spat out. He drags her out by her hair into the sunset. 

OH! SIRIS! (927 BC) A fabulous tour of Ancient Egypt during one of the most glamorous dynasties. I played Hattie McHapshuts, a milliner in Thebes who specialized in the stylish hats and crowns of high society made with feathers, jewels, and of course gold… and maybe a touch of jackal glue. Hattie meets all sorts of interesting and frolicsome folks from Nubia, Thrace, and Phoenicia. One afternoon as she models one of her more festive creations in her shop, she’s mistaken for Empress Zarantha of Assyria. A stampede of fans, thrill-seekers, and autograph-hounds descends on her. Although she’s man-handled and the crowd tears her clothes for souvenirs, Hattie is captivated and decides to take on her new identity and all its trappings. She enters the world of show business, starring in the great tragedies, but rewrites them into cheerful musical comedies with happy endings. Medea reconciles with Jason on a Mediterranean cruise, the Trojan war ends in a merry pie fight, and Oedipus Rex only scratches his corneas… Sadly, during an autograph signing at the Clytemnestra Stab & Stew Melody Barn, Hattie is crushed under a stone tablet she was carving her name into for an adoring house-wife from Karnak. 

OOO-PHY AND HER VISITORS (date undetermined) A strange rhythmic-dance recital about a primitive settlement on a remote island in the South Pacific. Some spoken dialogue interspersed with grunts, screams, gourd rattling, and rock-banging… and an occasional mooing from off-stage livestock… some of it actually scripted! The second act (such as it is) involves the entrance of odd creatures who both cajole and harangue OOO-PHY, a lovely young native girl clad only in a coconut brassiere and palm-leaf skirt, who has opened a raw fish bar on the beach. Gradually, she realizes the visitors are from another planet and want to take her to their home world… either to install as their queen… or eat… or perhaps both. They leave in their flying saucer… just as a volcano erupts.

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Sybil Bruncheon's "My Merry Memoirs... PETER ALLEN"...

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I knew Peter Allen from the "circuit" back in the day. Although he certainly had his ups and downs, he also was a lovely charmer, a “character”, and beyond wonderful when he was going through his happier times. One night, we bumped into each other at Tout Va Bien, a French restaurant in the theatre district near Times Square run by ex-pats and refugees from Paris and WWII. He came in and sat down with a friend at the next booth, and when he saw me, he came right over and gave me a giant Aussie hug and kiss... well, our separate-tables dinners became ONE dinner, and we laughed and reminisced about the good times, the triumphs, and the friends in common.... and we also comforted each other about the losses and the sadness that were part of the deepening AIDS catastrophe. We both had lost partners (and most of our friends) as the disaster unfolded, and Peter was bravely battling on with his own health. He continued performing, and brilliantly, right up until just six months before his own death in San Diego.

But on that night, in 1991, at dinner, he was as radiant, funny, naughty, generous, and loving as could be! I remember I told him about a show of his that I saw at the great Radio City Music Hall in 1982. It was one of those times when you wanted to sit as close as possible to the stage as opposed to sitting back in the enormous theater for the panorama of the production. And he sang and danced to "Arthur's Theme". His eyes widened as I described how he had played the song and sang at the grand piano, and then as the orchestra took over, he stood and danced as well. The stage began to fill with fog, and the entire skyline of Manhattan came out of the mist in the background and the moon began to rise, and Peter then did his signature semi-improvised style of dancing around, then up onto the bench then up onto the piano, and the entire stage began to rotate with the piano and Peter rotating separately on the giant disc.... and then, as he continued to sway and sing the lyrics, he and the piano, swung up and out, and then floated into the clouds, higher and higher and vanished into the distance as the entire audience gasped... and wept...

Peter, and our two friends sat there in the restaurant staring at me. I said that it was one of the most breathtaking things I had ever seen… To break the silence, I said, "And Peter, I want you to tell that story at my funeral!"... a line that I often use. Peter, with his eyes sparkling, chuckled, "… and will you say that at my funeral?"... because... well, we all knew.

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A New Sybil's "Who'z Dat?"... ALAN RICKMAN (February 21, 1946 – January 14, 2016)...

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Who can say why the passing of a stranger can be so heartbreaking?... an artist whose work has changed your life and perhaps not for "the role he was best remembered for"! I saw Alan Rickman walking alone on the street many years ago, and didn't want to interrupt his private time to gush over how much his talent meant to me. His Hans Gruber in DIE HARD (1988), homely-handsome, suave, witty, wry, merrily villainous, and the perfect foil to the goofy, fumbling-but-direct, all-American yahooist John McClane of Bruce Willis' was an astounding debut in American film! Unforgettable!.... and of course, then there's the Harry Potter juggernaut...

But for me, the role that changed my life was Rickman's Colonel Brandon in SENSE AND SENSIBILITY. He had none of the fireworks, glamour, or even the screen time as his co-stars, but I can't think of anyone who could have communicated so much through the silences, the soulful glances, the pauses, and his measured deliveries done like a viola being played in another room. I found myself looking at him and studying his “listening” more than the other characters even as they spoke.

I had no idea he was ill, and his passing has been described as fairly sudden. All I can do at this point is to borrow the much-used quote, "A great light has gone out.".... and it has indeed in the world of film and theatre according to the messages being posted by his compatriots. His many fans will miss him for Snape, but for me it will be for all those quiet moments in his most subtle performances, and the unexpected beauty, passion, and sexiness of his soul that came through those oh-so expressive eyes... A great light indeed.

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A New Sybil's "WHO'Z DAT?"... ARTHUR O'CONNELL (March 29, 1908 - May 18, 1981)

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Darlings! Mummy has made a decision! After reading dozens of posts and having hundreds of conversations with well-meaning folks who just don't know about the great CHARACTER actors who gave films the depth and genius that surrounded and supported the so-called "stars", I am going to post a regular, special entry called SYBIL'S "WHO'Z DAT??"....there'll be photos and a mini-bio, and the next time you see one of those familiar, fabulous faces that you just "can't quite place".......well, maybe these posts will help. Some of these actors worked more, had longer and broader careers, and ended up happier, more loved, and even wealthier than the "stars" that the public "worships"......I think there may be a metaphor in that! What do you think??? And while you’re considering it, here’s a face and voice that  embody all the warmth and heart that any character actor could hope for. He definitely was one of those people that passers-by might snap their fingers at and have trouble recalling the name, but they’d never forget how he made them feel in his film roles. It’s Arthur O’Connell (March 29, 1908 - May 18, 1981).

Arthur Joseph O'Connell (March 29, 1908 – May 18, 1981) was an American stage and film actor. He was born on March 29, 1908 in Manhattan, New York, and made his legitimate stage debut in the middle 1930s, at which time he fell within the orbit of Orson Welles' Mercury Theatre. Welles cast O'Connell in the tiny role of a reporter in the closing scenes of CITIZEN KANE (1941), a film often referred to as O'Connell's film debut, though in fact he had already appeared in FRESHMAN YEAR (1938) and had costarred in two Leon Errol short subjects as Leon's conniving brother-in-law.

After numerous small movie parts, O'Connell returned to Broadway, where he appeared as the erstwhile middle-aged swain of a spinsterish schoolteacher in the Pulitzer Prize winning PICNIC by William Inge, a role he would recreate in the 1956 film version opposite Rosalind Russell, directed by Joshua Logan, and co-starring William Holden and Kim Novak. He earned a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in the process. O’Connell’s reliability as a steady character actor resulted in his constant work with great directors and stars including BUS STOP (1956) also written by William Inge and directed by Joshua Logan and starring Marilyn Monroe. Later the jaded looking O'Connell was frequently cast as fortyish losers and alcoholics; in the latter capacity he appeared as James Stewart's boozy attorney-mentor in ANATOMY OF A MURDER (1959) co-starring George C. Scott and Ben Gazzara and directed by Otto Preminger, and the result was another Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor.

In 1959, O'Connell also played the part of Chief Petty Officer Sam Tostin, engine room chief of the fictional World War II submarine USS Sea Tiger, opposite Cary Grant and Tony Curtis in OPERATION PETTICOAT. In 1961, O'Connell played the role of Grandpa Clarence Beebe in the children's film classic MISTY, the screen adaptation of Marguerite Henry's story of “Misty of Chincoteague”. He appeared with Glenn Ford, Bette Davis, Thomas Mitchell, Ann-Margret, and the all-star cast of POCKETFUL OF MIRACLES (1961) directed by Frank Capra. In 1962, he portrayed the father of Elvis Presley's character in the motion picture FOLLOW THAT DREAM, and in 1964 in the Presley-picture KISSIN' COUSINS. In that same year O'Connell was in YOUR CHEATIN’ HEART (1964), the Hank Williams story starring George Hamilton and directed by Gene Nelson; and in THE 7 FACES OF DR. LAO, he portrayed the idealist-turned-antagonist Clint Stark, which has become a cult classic, and in which O'Connell's is the only character other than star Tony Randall to appear as one of the "7 faces."

O'Connell continued appearing in choice character parts on both television and films during the 1960s, but avoided a regular television series, holding out until he could be assured top billing. He appeared as Matt Dexter, an aging Irish drifter in the episode "Songs My Mother Told Me" (February 21, 1961) on ABC's STAGECOACH WEST series, and on Christmas Day, 1962, O'Connell was cast as Clayton Dodd in the episode "Green, Green Hills" of NBC's modern western series, EMPIRE, starring Richard Egan as the rancher Jim Redigo. This episode also features Dayton Lummis as Jason Simms and Joanna Moore as Althea Dodd.

In 1964, O'Connell played Joseph Baylor in the episode "A Little Anger Is a Good Thing" on the ABC medical drama about psychiatry, BREAKING POINT, starring Paul Richards. In 1966, he guest-starred as a scientist who regretfully realized that he has created an all-powerful android in the VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA episode titled "The Mechanical Man." In the February 1967 episode "Never Look Back" of the TV series LASSIE, he played Luther Jennings, an elderly ranger manning the survey tower at Strawberry Peak, who takes it hard when he finds he'll lose his job when the tower is slated for destruction.

O'Connell accepted the part of a man who discovers that his 99-year-old father has been frozen in an iceberg on the 1967 sitcom THE SECOND HUNDRED YEARS, having assumed that he would be billed first per the producers' agreement. Instead, top billing went to newcomer Monte Markham in the dual role of O'Connell's father and his son. O'Connell accepted the demotion to second billing as well as could be expected, but he never again trusted the word of any Hollywood executive. During the span of his career, O’Connell had appeared in more than seventy-five films and television projects. By the 1970s, his work schedule had dropped to occasional but memorable roles; in THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE (1972) he played the self-sacrificing ship’s minister opposite five Academy Award winners Gene Hackman, Ernest Borgnine, Jack Albertson, Shelley Winters, and Red Buttons. He made his final film appearance in THE HIDING PLACE (1975), portraying a watch-maker who hides Jews during World War II.

Although ill health forced O'Connell to reduce his acting appearances in the middle 1970s, the actor stayed busy in commercials as a friendly pharmacist for Crest toothpaste. At the time of his death from Alzheimer's disease in California in May, 1981, O'Connell was appearing by his own choice solely in these commercials. O'Connell had been married once, in 1962, to Ann Hall Dunlop (1917–2000) of Washington, D.C. Arthur O'Connell and Ann Hall Dunlop divorced in December 1972 in Los Angeles. O'Connell is interred at Calvary Cemetery in Queens, New York.

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Sybil Bruncheon's "31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN": Curtain UP!

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...Hey Facebook Friends! Aren’t sure what you’re doing on the evening of the 31st yet, but you don’t want to be home for Trick-or-Treaters??...well, the Shubert Organization and a posse of producers are proud to present a special new play to premiere that very night; PRIVATE LIVES…ON URANUS!! The new interpretation of the Noël Coward classic will feature the regular characters, Amanda, Victor, and Sybil, but the character of Elyot has been replaced by a suave yet psychotically dangerous and petty robot… his behavior, alternately murderous and then gossipy and condescending, (with a cigarette holder!) vexes the other lovers and eliminates the servants one-by-one. A frayed extension cord, a sudden Spring shower, and a stale scone bring the riotously funny and frightful horror-comedy to a very satisfying close…albeit in an oxygen-free atmosphere at -276°F….

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Aren't People Funny?"...episode #212 : Myron Karblonsky.....

Myron Karblonsky had always been a fabulously entertaining person, even as an infant! Musical, with nearly perfect pitch, he quickly surprised his parents by picking up the piano at 3 years of age singing along with his talented relatives and neighbors in the Lower East Side neighborhoods around Rivington, Mott, and Hester Streets in NYC. By the time he was six, he had already become a featured performer in the Yiddish Theatres and music halls. He could tap dance, play the ukulele and piano, juggle, do acrobatics, and had learned how to do elaborate tricks with ventriloquism. His voice finally changed at 15, and he came upon the great gimmick that made him a major star in Vaudeville, landing him onstage as one of Florenz Ziegfeld's biggest draws. He created an act where he and his dummy were from different social classes!!... a source of great humor and satire for the audience's entertainment! ...and he still managed to honor his father and grandfather before him! He performed onstage as a kosher deli owner dressed in his Papa's butcher's apron! ...and his dummy was named Lord Sneedleton, a rich customer from 5th Avenue!!! For years, audience members couldn't get over how ridiculously funny Lord Sneedleton was, or how "lifelike"!! Myron Karblonsky retired at 67 years of age and moved to Boca Raton with his lovely wife Molly (formerly Melinda Shlemeister of the Shlemeister's Mahtzo Maker Company) They had no children, but kept Lord Sneedleton in a glass case in his original tuxedo with mothballs in the pockets... and the key to his old trunk on a silver chain around his neck... 

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Sybil Bruncheon’s “Celebrity Birthdays In History”... January 16th, 1681...

Madam Leenya Katarina Strasbourg. (Seen here in the portrait done of her: "The Beautiful Strasbourgian" by Nicolas de Largillière, 1703.)

Madam Leenya was a notable society doyenne and international traveler in the most discerning European courts. Her tastes in the arts, literature, crafts, cuisine, fashion, and entertainment were legendary. And, in addition to her great charm and wit, she was extremely talented at both music and "recitatives", or what we would call today, "community theatre". She used her extraordinary wealth (built during the nutmeg and tulip booms!) to patronize and support her followers, and she decided to turn her own skills to more realistic forms in the arts! One of her greatest innovations was to teach actors to "cry on cue", as she put it...

Actors, of course, immediately beat a trail to her salon doors to be taught the new skills of "crying on cue"....REAL TEARS!! Soon, her Académie de L'hystérie et de Rire was full of hundreds of actors from all over the continent. Producers, directors, and actors all judged each other's talents by whether they knew of her "methods". Not only did all plays in the best theatres have a fresh and modern realism to them, but her influence was seen in circuses, carnivals, mime shows, ballets, roadside caprices, and gypsy fortune teller tents. Eventually, people from all walks of life and professions wanted to be able to convey the same emotional range as the very best actors. Acrobats, jugglers, dancers, and finally even lacemakers, chefs, carpenters, gilders, and sanitation persons enrolled in her classes.

She died at 91 years of age having created a new world of art through her "Strasbourg Method" which was much imitated through the centuries, but never duplicated. (She is seen in this portrait during one of her movement classes called "An Actress Stands Straight And Tall". She balanced a gigantic hamantaschen on her head during Purim and went about the classroom doing barnyard sounds and somersaults to show her equilibrium... and then promptly burst into tears while reciting "Hey Diddle Diddle, The Cat And The Fiddle!".... (many thanks to George Sweet for the portrait!)

(ps...that is not a lap-dog... it's the little handbag/alarm clock she designed for Amsterdam's "Coo-Koo For Clutches" shop!)....

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Remembering Jerry Orbach.... Oct. 20th, 1935....

Just remembering one of my favorite actors..and one of my favorite people in "show business"! Jerome Bernard "Jerry" Orbach (October 20, 1935 – December 28, 2004) I used to see him walking all through the city even when he WASN'T filming something or the other on every street corner!... He was always friendly, chatting with the cab driver, the hot dog seller, the mom with her baby stroller... And I saw him just a few months before he passed away, as friendly as ever. And then, when we all heard the news, I realized he must have known that last time that he was terribly ill, but was still as gracious, funny, dare I say "radiant" as ever.

What a career! One of those extraordinary people who "did it all"... like Angela Lansbury... dramas, musical comedies, television, film, stage, heroes, villains....instantly recognizable by millions and unlike anyone else. You could never get a "Jerry-Orbach-type". You either had him...or you went without. And now we all go without. Has it really been seventeen years??

If you ever want to hear the magic of Jerry Orbach, listen to him in THE FANTASTICKS (1960) singing the original "Try To Remember", CHICAGO (1975) singing the original "Razzle Dazzle", in the original 42ND STREET (1980) singing the title song, or (speaking of Lansbury!) in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1991) singing the original "Be Our Guest" as Lumière!... a candelabra!! Talk about casting!!

And what about his other appearances in PRINCE OF THE CITY (1981), DIRTY DANCING (1987), CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS (1989), or the other plays, films, and television shows that he did before he became an American icon on the LAW & ORDER franchises... Nominated and winner of awards, including a Tony for PROMISES, PROMISES (1968), he was memorialized on his street corner (West 53rd and 8th Avenue), and remembered throughout the city by the people he loved and who loved him right back.

...On Fall afternoons, I still see him idling down Broadway, chatting at a newspaper stand...stopping to pat a dog on the head... smiling and nodding to a well-wisher... To me, he'll always be the perfect "New Yorker"... Damon Runyon couldn't have written him better.

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