by Dorothy Deere
There’ll be Hope—and the four Hopefuls—and life—warmth—and laughter.
SO YOU think your weekend with the Hopes is going to be a howling affair with your comic host springing trap doors and slipping rubber olives into the Martinis? Then you have a surprise in store. For the howls will be tempered to smiles in this home run on graciousness, even though it was built on gags.
I USED to wonder,” cracks Crosby, “whether Hope was born or his mother knitted him.” Statistics prove he was born. Happened in England in 1904, but a Cleveland, O., up-bringing is responsible for that remunerative sense of humor. It earns him about $400,000 annually—about $150,000 from radio, the rest from Paramount, where he makes all those “Road” movies. (more…)
by Joseph Henry Steele
A black and white of Bob Hope—a comedian on whom Fate cast a benign eye when a hunch played him false
HIS favorite Scotch joke is the one about, the Scotchman who sat up all night and watched his wife’s vanishing cream.
He considers the most foolish act of his life the time he rejected his first radio offer because “radio would never amount to anything.” He recalls, wistfully, that he lost five years before he began to get his share of the ether bonanza.