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#39: A Paper Route to Beat the Band

                         Milburn Stone (1904-1980)

Shortly before I turned 11 (1960), I got an urge to find a job. Sharing the aim with my father, he sweetened the pot by promising that for every $5 I earned at whatever it was I was going to do, he would match it and then put the combined $10 in an account at the local savings and loan. After scouring the want ads, in the local paper it dawned on me that becoming a paper delivery boy was ideal. And so, I was hired by the local rag - called the Green Sheet due to its front page being a kind a muted lime green color - picked up my canvas bag, box of rubber bands plastic bags and twist ties (for those rare rainy days) and went into business for myself. Back in 1960, the Green Sheet came out 4 times a week and cost (if you chose to pay) a whopping 65¢ a month. Even if you chose not to pay, you still got the paper.  It was up to the paper boy (no girls in those days) to go door-to-door once a month and collect the 65¢ (of which we got 30¢ minus tip . . . if we were so lucky.)  

After learning the ropes - but before going out on my first monthly collection run - I decided it might make for better business if I were to knock on every door along my route (#2739), introduce myself and convince my customers that the paper was well worth 65¢.  And so, unstrapping the canvas bags from the handlebars and back fender of my black Schwinn, and scrubbing the printer’s ink off my hands, I went down the street.  As luck would have it, no one was home at the first 8 houses I visited.  The 9th house, which was within a stone’s throw (pun intended) from ours, I knocked and a kindly looking gentleman answered.  Being a Hollywood Brat, I wasn’t terribly bowled over by the fact that he was Milburn Stone (no relation), who played “Doc Adams” on Gunsmoke. 

At the time, all I knew was that the customer living at 6013 Allott Avenue was named Stone.  I was all prepared to begin my sales-pitch by asking him if we might be related.  (I knew we weren’t: our name was legally changed from “Schimberg” to “Stone” only 3 years earlier).  He turned out to be everything you’d expect Doc Adams to be off-screen: not terribly tall, a tad irascible, but with a delightful twinkle in his eye.  I was amazed that for a shortish (5’7”) man he had a really, really deep voice.  At the end of about 10 minutes of chit-chatting he handed me a dollar, said “keep the change Mr. Stone,"  gave me a wink and put out his hand.  Shaking it I grinned and said “Thanks Doc.”  He would turn out to be my favorite client . . .

(By the time Milburn Stone became “Doc Adams” in 1955 . . . and would go on to play for 605 episodes . . . he had already been in nearly 170 pictures for a quarter century.  His most famous [uncredited] role was that of Stephen A. Douglas in the 1939 Henry Fonda/John Ford-directed classic “Young Mr. Lincoln.”) 

                              Herschel Bernardi (1923-1986)

Pedaling down Allott Avenue, the dollar bill burning a hole in my pocket, I came to a house about 400 yards away on the other side of the street.  Ringing the door bell, a fairly tall, clean-shaven man with not a lot of hair answered the door.  He looked familiar . . . very familiar.  Suddenly it dawned on me where I had seen him.  “Good afternoon,” I said, “my name is Kurt Stone, and I am your Green Sheet delivery boy.  Aren’t you Lieutenant Jacoby, the guy who works with Peter Gunn?”  He chuckled and said “The very same, although when I get home from work my name is Mr. Bernardi . . . Herschel Bernardi.  Do you like the show?”  Swallowing hard, I said “I really do, especially the music and the way Peter Gunn dresses.” (Note: Even as an 11 year-old, I had an eye for good tailoring . . . an inheritance from my father.  And as for the music, Peter Gunn was probably the first show in the history of television to have a “cool jazz” score coupled with one of the most memorable opening themes of all time . . . composed by the then up-and-coming Henry Mancini.) 

On the few occasions I would happen to meet up with Mr. Bernardi, he always struck me as being a happy man. Years later I learned why: back in the late 1940s Bernardi was blacklisted for alleged Communist sympathies. He couldn’t find an acting job to save his life for nearly a decade. When I met him, he was as happy as a clam: he had a steady, well-paying job on a hit television show created by Blake Edwards that earned Bernardi his lone Primetime Emmy nomination (Best Supporting Actor [Continuing Character] in a Dramatic Series.) He wound up losing to Dennis Weaver, who, of course played “Chester” in Gunsmoke. Herschel Bernardi was from a Yiddish theater family, much like the Adlers (Jacob, Luthor and Stella), Paul Muni and the young Sidney Lumet.) 

By the time he was 3, he was known along 2nd Avenue (the Yiddish Theatre District) as a ווונדער קינד (vunderkind), a “child prodigy. He made his film debut at age 13 costarring in one of the greatest of all Yiddish films, גרינע פֿעלדער (Green Fields), an adaptation of a classic Yiddish play by writer Peretz Hirschbein, often called “the Yiddish Maeterlinck.” Bernardi’s strong Yiddish theater upbringing and resonant singing voice would serve him well in later years; he took over for Zero Mostel as Tevye the Milkman in the Broadway musical Fiddler on the Roof, eventually earning a Tony nomination. Over his career he had roles in 95 films and television shows. From 1970 to 1972, he was the star of his own show, “Arnie.” In 1976, a decade before his death, he played blacklisted producer Phil Sussman in the former black-listed Martin Ritt’s bittersweet memorial to the Hollywood Blacklist, The Front, written by the Blacklisted Walter Bernstein and starring Woody Allen along with former black listees Zero Mostel, Lloyd Gough and Joshua Shelley. From 1961 until the year of his death (1986) Herschel Bernardi was the “Ho-Ho-Ho’ voice of the Jolly Green Giant commercials as well as the voice of “Charlie the Tuna” for Star-Kist.

And by the way, Mr. Bernardi always gave me an 18¢ tip.

Being that I had school, homework, piano lessons and Little League baseball (among other endeavors) to take up my life, I could only devote an hour or so to my end-of-the-week collections.  I met and introduced myself to “Doc Adams” and “Lt. Jacoby” on the first day.  It wasn’t until 3 days later that I was working Buffalo Avenue.  On the corner of Buffalo and Collins St. was the home of my best friend, Peter Hirsch.  His father, Dr. William Hirsch was founder and principal of the Loman Street School in North Hollywood, the first public school dedicated to educating children with physical disabilities.  He was a great, great man.  A couple of times a year our “Woodcraft Ranger” group (the “Sundown Tribe”), would go to the school located on Saticoy, to visit and play with the children.  It added so much to our human sensitivity and spirit of volunteerism to be with these children with special needs . . . decades before that term was created and popularized. 

Getting Dr. Hirsch to pay his 65¢  was a no brainer . . .


                         Jack Elam (1920-2003)

Across the street and 3 or 4 houses down there was a man who, quite frankly, scared the living daylights out of me. He was over six feet tall, had bulging eyes and an unmoving left eye, was almost always unshaven, and generally had a scowl on his ugly punim.  I found it hard to describe him to my folks.  Many, many years later, in reading a short-story by Edna Ferber entitled The Man Who Came Back (published in a collection called "Butter Side Down,” published in March 1912, I came across the following which described my customer’s fearsome face to a T: “Birdie had a face that looked like a huge mistake.”  In Hollywood, the expression would be having “a face made for radio.” He undoubtedly knew that I was scared of him and, as I was to learn sometime later, played up his gruesomeness to the hilt.  That gruesomeness, as it turned out, would make him one of Hollywood’s most recognizable - though least known - character actors, playing tens of dozens of ghoulish psychopaths and head cases until many years later, actor James Garner, seeing the comic possibilities, turned him in a western sidekick with few brains but a heart of gold. 

His name was Jack Elam.     

 Hailing from Miami, Arizona, William Scott “Jack” Elam served in World War II and then became both a bookkeeper at the Bank of America and a manager of the Hotel Bel-Air.  Elam went to Santa Monica City College and studied accounting.  Eventually he became an independent auditor for Samuel Goldwyn and an accountant for Hopalong Cassidy Productions.  Unfortunately, all the examining of financial records (usually in small print) put too much strain on his already poor vision, and he had to quit what had become a pretty lucrative gig.  Someone suggested that perhaps he could earn a few dollars by becoming a movie extra . . . and a half-century career was born.

I of course had no idea that “Mr. Scary,” as I called him came from such a benign background and was, in matter-of-fact, a warm-hearted husband and father.  I  had my doubts about ever going back to his house.  Then I happened to be watching an episode of The Twilight Zone in which Mr. Scary had a major role as - what else? - a crazy man called “Grandpa Avery,” stranded at a diner in the middle of nowhere.  It was definitely Mr. Scary, but he actually smiled and made jokes!  Then it dawned on me: perhaps he was just playing a part when he answered the door.  He must have sensed my fear . . . and just played off that.  And so, the next time I went to hopefully collect my 65¢.  I had a smile on my face.  And it worked, for when he opened the door he broke out into a big grin, stuck out his hand and said “welcome sonny . . . so nice to see you!”  What a character.

That first month with the Greensheet I made about $17.00 in subscriptions and nearly $5.00 dollars in tips.  True to his word, Dad doubled my earnings and I was able to put $34.00 into the local S&L and have almost $5.00 in my pockets.  To me, that $34.00 (nearly $365.00 in 2024 money) was a fortune.  I would continue delivering the paper, adding subscribers and banking my earnings for the next year or so.  The year after I “retired” from being a newspaper boy we moved about 5 miles away to a new, bigger home on Addison Street.  I would eventually go back to delivering and soliciting for a different paper and meeting other members of the acting community.

But that’s a tale for an upcoming post.

Wishing one and all a happy, healthy New Year!

Copyright©2024 Kurt Franklin Stone


Budd Schulberg: Mostly Unknown But Still the Best of the Best

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Except for dyed-in-the-wool movie buffs and multi-generational “Hollywood Brats,” the name “Schulberg” is largely forgotten or unknown. But one need not be either of the two - a dyed-in-the-wool movie buff or a Hollywood Brat - to be familiar with the films “On the Waterfront,” “The Harder They Fall,” or “A Face in the Crowd,” or the novels “The Disenchanted” or What Makes Sammy Run?  the latter likely the greatest Hollywood novel ever written.  Born in 1914, Seymour Wilson “Budd” Schulberg was the son of B. (Benjamin) P. (Percival) and Adeline (Adler) Schulbeg).  His father, who started out as a movie publicist (he was the fellow who tagged Mary Pickford “America’s Sweetheart”) rose to become one of the most powerful men in the business in the 1920’s as head of production at Paramount Studios. He also discovered Clara Bow, perhaps the most popular movie star in the history of motion pictures. Budd’s mother, Adeline (1895-1977), who divorced his father when he left her for starlet Sylvia Sidney (Sofia Koskow [1910-1999]) went on to form one of the largest and most powerful talent agencies in Hollywood.  Young Budd went to Dartmouth, where he was assigned the near-impossible task of tagging after writer F. Scott Fitzgerald, trying to keep the famous writer sober during the writing of a the film called Winter Carnival. Schulberg eventually turned that episode into one the best-selling novels of 1950, entitled The Disenchanted.

Shortly after graduating from Dartmouth, Budd Schulberg returned to Southern California, where he found employment as a “gofer” for director Cecil B. DeMille. In his time with the legendary showman, young Schulberg got a first-row knowledge of the industry into which he had been born. In 1941, the then 27-year old Budd Schulberg wrote and published a novel that is still in print nearly 80 years later: What Makes Sammy Run?” Recognized by many (myself included) as hands down, the greatest Hollywood novel ever put to paper (and to Broadway and television), What Makes Sammy Run? tells the story of Brooklyn-born Sammy Glick who, through a mixture of guile, dishonesty, naked ambition and unbridled chutzpah, works his way up from being a teen-aged copy boy for a cheap New York tabloid to the top-of-the-heap as a highly successful Hollywood producer. Along the way, he uses people like expendable sheets of Kleenex, plagiarizes the work of others and, despite making millions and remaking himself as anything but a Lower East Side Jew, can never find happiness, security or satisfaction.

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Despite its huge readership and long, successful run – and numerous revivals - as a Broadway musical – What Makes Sammy Run has never been made into a movie.  Yes, there have been two television versions made long, long ago:

  • First it was presented as a live television drama starring José Ferrer on April 10, 1949, on Philco Television Playhouse;

  • On September 27 and October 4, 1959, on NBC Sunday Showcase, Larry Blyden starred as Sammy Glick in a two-part television broadcast on NBC-TV Also Blyden’s costars were John Forsythe, playing Sammy’s “Bosworth” Al Manheim, Barbara Rush as Kit Sargent, one of Sammy’s writers, and Dina Merrill as Laurette Harrington, the unobtainable Blue Blood Sammy desires as a bauble for his bracelet.

Even before What Makes Sammy Run hit the bookstores in 1941, most of the major players in the film industry had read its galley proofs . . . and had concluded that it would never be turned into a film. Why? Because these moguls - most of whom were Eastern-European Jews - thought the novel would be fatal fodder for all the well-bred anti-Semites who firmly believed that these moguls were all part of a conspiracy to undermine American morals and the greater good. In Goldwyn: The Man Behind the Myth, author Arthur Marx revealed that Sam Goldwyn offered Budd Schulberg a lot of money to not have it published because Goldwyn felt that the author was "doublecrossing the Jews" and perpetuating anti-Semitism by making Sammy Glick so venal. In 2001, DreamWorks paid more than $2.5 million to acquire the rights to the novel from Warner Brothers for a proposed movie version starring and/or directed by Ben Stiller. Nothing ever came of it. When asked several years ago if he thought What Makes Sammy Run? would ever be filmed, Steven Spielberg told an interviewer that in his opinion it never would be because it was “too anti-Hollywood.

There has long been a question about who Budd Schulberg used as his model for Sammy Glick.  Although no one knows for certain, and the author never said who he based Sammy on, many believe it was Brooklyn-born writer/producer Jerry Wald (1911-62), best known for producing “Mildred Pierce,” “Key Largo,” and “The Man Who Came to Dinner,” and writing “They Drive By Night,” “The Roaring Twenties” and “Brother Orchid.” According to his nephew (and my lifelong friend) Alan, whose father, screenwriter Malvin was Jerry’s younger brother, Sammy couldn’t have been based on Jerry . . . his uncle was simply too nice and, unlike the fictional Sammy, Uncle Jerry was widely respected. Sammy could never have won a Thalberg Award (given by the Academy’s Board of Governors to “creative producers whose bodies of work reflect a consistently high quality of motion picture production”), Jerry did . . . in 1948.

Like many Hollywood writers, directors and actors, Budd Schulberg was a leftist.  And, like many Hollywood leftists, he found himself having run afoul of the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC).  In order to keep from being blacklisted, Budd Schulberg, like others in the same dire straits, decided to “name names” before the committee.  What the committee was after was more an act of contrition than learning about heretofore unknown members of the so-called Communist Conspiracy.  Schulberg did go before the committee, but did not reveal a single name they were unaware of.  Another Hollywood lefty who did the same thing, director Elia Kazan, would find himself employable but reviled.  Somehow, Budd Schulberg escaped that additional punishment; both his reputation and employability would remain intact.  Ironically though, writer Schulberg and director Kazan would find themselves working together as writer and director on two of the very best films of the 1950’s: On the Waterfront (1955) for which both won Academy Awards, and 1957’s A Face in the Crowd, one of the very best political movies ever made in Hollywood.

A Face in the Crowd, is based on Schulberg’s short story Your Arkansas Traveler from his 1953 collection Some Faces in the Crowd. Starring Andy Griffith (in his first film), Patricia Neal, Lee Remick, Walter Mathau and Anthony Franciosa, tells the story of an Arkansas drifter named Larry “Lonesome” Rhodes who becomes an overnight media sensation. As he becomes drunk with fame, fortune and power, industrial tycoons and political power-brokers start flocking his way, getting him to endorse their products, school their candidates in how to come across as “just plain folks”;' within the blink of an eye, he becomes a narcissistic, ego-maniac. As he is on the verge of creating out of whole cloth the next POTUS (played by Marshall Neilan, who in real life was a famous director of the silent era) “Lonesome’s” train to glory is derailed by the woman who created him in the first place: After his weekly television show (called “A Face in the Crowd”), the woman (played by Patricia Neal) keeps the sound going during the credits. Lonesome, who has finished the show with his now famous sign-off “The family that prayers together stays together',” is unaware that everything he says can be heard by his fans and acolytes coast to coast. They hear him deriding and contemptuously mocking both Senator Fuller, the man he is molding for President, and the so-called “Fighters for Fuller” a bunch of idiots. He brags says that they are all so stupid that they actually believe whatever he says about America, morality, and religion . . . all the while swigging a bottle of booze and laughing it up with the hillbillies who make up his backup band.

In the time it takes for Lonesome to get from the studio to his penthouse where he is about to throw a black tie banquet for Senator Fuller, an entire nation has come to understand that their idol is nothing more than a fraud. He arrives home only to discover that his advertisers had left him, his fans have abandoned him, and he is about to be unemployed. Even his manager (played by Anthony Franciosa in one of his earliest roles) has sold a new crooner to the advertisers to replace the Arkansas Traveler. The film ends with Lonesome screaming out “MARCIA! MARCIA! MARCIA!” at the cab carrying the woman who created him, now traveling off into the future . . .

Many say that Budd Schulberg “borrowed” the demise of Lonesome Rhodes - the mike that remained plugged in - from the legend of “Uncle Don” Carney, a popular children’s radio show host. Don Carney broadcast 5, sometimes 6 days a week on radio station WOR in New York City from 1928-1947. His kiddie show included segments called the "Healthy Child's Club" and the "Talent Quest,” and always ended with him telling his young fans “Good night little friends . . . good night.” It was a wholesome show, to say the least. According to legend, one night at the conclusion of a broadcast Carney thought he was off the air and exclaimed, "There! That ought to hold the little bastards"—but his microphone was still live, and his comment was broadcast to his radio audience. The legend goes on to state that public outrage caused Carney's termination from radio. For years, people truly believed that Schulberg mimicked this in order to bring down Lonesome. Turns out, the Uncle Don episode was an urban legend which persists to this very day. . .

In addition to arguably written the greatest Hollywood novel of all time, Budd Schulberg may well have also written the most politically prophetic screenplays of all time. And to a great degree, What Makes Sammy Run? and A Face in the Crowd share a great deal. They both have central characters who have public personae at odds with their private selves and highly acquisitive, ego-driven personalities that push them ever higher . . . regardless of who they step on. Both works are, at best, black satires on the medial; both present dire warnings about mass media and the power it has to shape a gullible public. Ironically, during the height of Glen Beck’s on-air career, radio and sports host Keith Olbermann started calling him “Glenn ‘Lonesome Rhodes’ Beck.” While it didn’t do that much harm to Beck’s on-air success (that would take place, but be largely of Beck’s own making), it did wonders for sales of A Face in the Crowd.

Budd Schulberg would continue writing books and screenplays until age 93, his last credit being for 2007’s Nuremberg: The 60th Anniversary Director’s Cut. Budd Schulberg died two years later of natural causes at age 95. During his long life he was married 4 times (most notably to actress Geraldine Brooks) and fathered 5 children.

Budd Schulberg may be gone, but he is definitely not forgotten. Simply stated, he was is and always shall be one of the most important writers of the past 80 years.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone