This is ether a day for writing, the early stages of a honeymoon, or fifteen grams of opium. It’s raining, a very pretty rain, not the spasmodic kind that we get in California but a long steady one, the kind they show in the newsreels with the natives sitting on the rooftops with their cattle, wives…
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Groucho Marx
Julius Henry Marx (October 2, 1890 – August 19, 1977), known professionally as Groucho Marx (/ˈɡraʊtʃoʊ ˈmɑːrks/), was an American writer, comedian, stage, film and television star. He was known as a master of quick wit and is widely considered one of the best comedians of the modern era. His rapid-fire, often impromptu delivery of innuendo-laden patter earned him many admirers and imitators. He made 13 feature films with his siblings the Marx Brothers, of whom he was the third-born. He also had a successful solo career, most notably as the host of the radio and television game show You Bet Your Life. His distinctive appearance, carried over from his days in vaudeville, included quirks such as an exaggerated stooped posture, glasses, cigar, and a thick greasepaint mustache and eyebrows. These exaggerated features resulted in the creation of one of the world's most ubiquitous and recognizable novelty disguises, known as Groucho glasses: a one-piece mask consisting of horn-rimmed glasses, large plastic nose, bushy eyebrows and mustache. 2Early life Julius Marx was born on October 2, 1890, in Manhattan, New York City. Marx stated that he was born in a room above a butcher's shop on East 78th Street in Manhattan, New York City, "Between Lexington & 3rd", as told to Dick Cavett in a 1969 television interview. The Marx children grew up on East 93rd Street off Lexington Avenue in a neighborhood now known as Carnegie Hill on the Upper East Side of the borough of Manhattan, in New York Cit
I had a very pleasant morning today. To begin with, it was raining.
As I lay there on the bed with a hot-water bottle on my dogs, an electric blanket covering my hairy chest and a half dozen assorted antibiotics tossing around inside of me, I wondered what the hell the world was coming to.
Despite the fact that I regard myself as an extremely glamorous figure, I rarely receive any mail that would indicate that the fair sex, as a sex, has any interest in me.
Well, that’s one of the nice things about holding the purse strings. Eventually the children come around to seeing things your way.
The weather here has been glorious. The pussywillows are in full bloom and though I am loath to say this, I think the little willows have been getting more pussy this year than ever before.
Here is the autograph. I would send you a lock of my hair, but it’s at the barbershop getting washed.
Red hair makes a man want to recover his health quickly, so he can get on his feet and the nurse off hers.
I have no advice to give to young actors. To young, struggling actresses, my advice is to keep struggling. If you struggle long enough, you will never get in trouble and if you never get in trouble, you will never be much of an actress.
Even suicide is cheaper out here. The California motorist will, on the average, knock off three pedestrians a month.