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“DANNY KAYE - UNTITLED”
"Who is the world's greatest actor and how did I get that way?" A GI drafts a civilian to visit the “Wonder Man” and dig up some juicy stories . . . HAWAII Dear Dave: Via V-mail 1 hear from my ever-loving wife, Madeline, that This Week is interested in a story on Danny Kaye. On account of his new picture, “Wonder Man.” I would also be interested in such a story, but for different reasons. And my friend, Corp. Huck Ginn, being a Kaye fan, would also be interested in such a story. I swore by a small beer I have a friend in Hollywood who is a friend of Danny Kaye’s. So, please go and see Danny and write me the results. All is fine here — so far. Jack HOLLYWOOD Dear Jack: Sunday morning I went out to Beverly Hills to see Danny Kaye. When I got there, Danny was playing catch in the back yard with his brother-in-law. Nothing would do but that I should play, too. Danny threw me a ball overhand and it slipped through my fingers and broke my glasses. Right away, he was very sorry and clucked over me and offered to pay for the glasses. I took him.up on that. With his five-year contract with Goldwyn he can afford to pay for what he breaks. Well, sonny, it was an eventful afternoon. Without my glasses I don’t see so well and so can’t guarantee that it was really Dinah Shore who dropped in and was roped into reviving a jitterbug number she and Danny did in “Up In Arms.” It sounded like her. After she left, Danny had a long telephone conversation with Mary Livingston. I could n’t make much sense out of the conversation. Then Danny decided to cook dinner for us. He whipped up a spicy mess of spaghetti and chopped up a two-and-a-half-foot salami, which he poured over the top of it. And he made Sylvia, his wife, and me eat it. How about some idea of the kind of stuff you want? Incidentally, not that I doubt your word, but I’m dropping Madeline a note to see if I’m wasting my time or not. Dar-e HAWAII - lovely place Dear David: You should talk about wast ing your time. How do you expect the readers to get any idea of what D. Kaye is like, if you gab about your glasses and a telephone con versation that does not mention what the contestants say? Describe the guy. What does his wife look like? How did he become a success? Give with some juicy stories. Nothing less will satisfy my pal, Huck. And it is not easy to make his mouth water, /acfc ' HOLLYWOOD Dear Jack: Who are we writing this for. This Week or one Corp. Huck Ginn? And who pays? Lest you get too frantic, I’ll begin at the beginning, and when I’m through you can put it into English. Tell the readers that Danny Kaye is six feet tall and very skinny. Describe yourself — that’s close enough. His hair was red when he was a kid, but time and worry have faded it to a pinkish brown. He has blue eyes, a long, anemic-looking face and long, anemic looking arms and legs. Danny is always jumping about as though he were nervous. He is nervous. He’s always been nervous, he says. His wife writes all his comedy material and, whenever Danny thinks anything she’s writ ten is hilariously funny, she tears it up. That’s no gag. I’ve seen it happen. He says he was bom in Brooklyn on Janu ary 18th, 1913. He says he made his first dra matic appearance at P. S. 149 in the role of a watermelon seed. I now quote from Mr. Kaye: “It was a minstrel show. The backdrop was painted like a slice of watermelon. We seeds stuck our heads through cut-outs. We were told to cover our faces with burnt cork. I forgot to cover my ears. That, plus my red hair, stopped the show." Well, my friend, I’m tired. Haven’t heard from Madeline yet and think this is enough work to do on pure speculation. Darid 1W0 JIMA Dear David: I’m no longer basking my skinny body on Waikiki Beach. I’m blasting Japs out of caves. That makes it difficult to write stories. Look alive, civilian. Send me more on Kaye. And make it snappy! Jock HOLLYWOOD Dear Jack: Don’t act so nasty. I can quit on you any time. Money is not essen tial here. However, I’m kind of senti mental about morale — so I went to see Movie camera* frighten some actors. Not me ... Oooh, what's that thing — a camera? Tom it off! All right, I surrender. Go ahead and shoot...