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Bob Hope, R.I.P.
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Posted on 07/28/2003 6:09:46 AM PDT by leadpenny

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To: Lijahsbubbe
Thank you so much for the letters and pictures you posted. I just watched an hour of news coverage on Bob, and somehow, your letters and pictures touched me more than the tv coverage.

Wow.

That certainly made the effort more than worth it.

Thank you.

281 posted on 07/28/2003 8:53:59 AM PDT by EternalVigilance
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To: GreenLanternCorps; My back yard
Dorothy Lamour died September 22, 1996
282 posted on 07/28/2003 8:54:47 AM PDT by TheRightGuy (ERROR CODE 018974523: Random Tagline Compiler Failure)
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To: Lijahsbubbe
I think we should dedicate a statue of him...either at Arlington Cemetary or in front of the Pentagon. He would be portrayed with one hand holding the mike and the other extended, balanced on a golf club. He would, of course, be wearing camouflage jacket and baseball cap.
283 posted on 07/28/2003 8:55:08 AM PDT by Timeout
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To: TheRightGuy
Oh my gosh, I didn't know Dorothy Lamour had died!

She was such a beauty

284 posted on 07/28/2003 8:59:40 AM PDT by apackof2
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To: Severa
Maybe I'm stepping out on a limb here, but I can't think of a more deserving person for a full honors burial at Arlington as Bob Hope, even if he never served in the military he was hands down one of the best friends the US military ever had.
I have to agree with you on that statement. I have heard that he tried to enlist during the WWII and was asked to keep doing what he was doing.
285 posted on 07/28/2003 9:03:41 AM PDT by armymarinemom
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To: leadpenny
Farewell Mr. Hope, and thank you.
286 posted on 07/28/2003 9:05:12 AM PDT by najida (What handbasket? And where did you say we were going?)
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To: Timeout
Post #141 has details on a Bob Hope Tribute.

On another note, I would love to see all the notable STARS that are left, (not so called divas and celebrities that are supposed to be icons in two years) put together a televised tribute to Bob.
287 posted on 07/28/2003 9:05:18 AM PDT by Lijahsbubbe
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To: leadpenny
Bob Hope smiled at the world and the world smiled back.

Thanks for the memories, Bob. Rest In Peace and rest assured, you made a difference and will never be forgotten.
288 posted on 07/28/2003 9:07:57 AM PDT by JoeSixPack1 (POW/MIA - Bring 'em home, or send us back! Semper Fi)
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To: leadpenny
Thanks for the memories.
289 posted on 07/28/2003 9:10:53 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: leadpenny
I can thank Bob and Dolores Hope for bringing me out of the depression after my husband's death.

In a book by Fr. Jack Scott entitled Without Thorns It's Not a Rose the suffering of Bob and Dolores Hope is brought out in one chapter. How he gave so freely of his time during the holidays for our troops, and yet how this caused him to be away from his family on those special days thus causing suffering.

It was wonderful to read, and I will always recommend the book to anyone who is recovering from a death, divorce or separation of spouse, child or parent.

290 posted on 07/28/2003 9:14:45 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: leadpenny
RIP Bob Hope- you were one of the absolute best entertainers in my book.
291 posted on 07/28/2003 9:14:49 AM PDT by mafree
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To: leadpenny
The end of innocence for our country. Heading deep into the rabbit hole now . . . . .
292 posted on 07/28/2003 9:15:38 AM PDT by westnews
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To: armymarinemom
As per usual these days Mark Steyn probably said it best a few months ago as Bob approached 100. I linked it on the Saturday thread but it needs to read again and again.

COMEDY, INC BOB HOPE AT 100 The Sunday Telegraph, May 4th 2003

If you only remember one thing about him, it’s this: Bob Hope has made more people laugh than anyone in human history. He’s the only comedian to have been, over the years, the Number One star in radio, in film, and then television, at a time when each of those media was at its highpoint. The Road pictures with Bing Crosby were the highest-grossing series in movie history till James Bond came along, his six decades with NBC hold the record for the longest contract in showbusiness, and his TV specials for the network remain among the most-watched programmes of all time. Plus he’s logged some ten million miles, playing up to 200 live performances a year until into his nineties.

Success on that scale breeds a particular kind of contempt. Younger comics who for 30 years have despised Hope as a pro-war establishment suck-up forget that he more or less invented the form they work in: the relaxed guy who strolls on and does topical observational gags about the world we live in. When he started eight decades ago, there were no “stand-ups”; it was an age of clowns – weird-looking guys in goofy costumes taking frenzied pratfalls and telling ethnic gags in stage dialects – German, Irish, Negro. In the 1920s in Cleveland, Hope did as he was told and played in blackface wearing an undersized derby and an oversized red bow tie. But even then he knew enough, unlike most of the fellows he worked with, not to get trapped by the conventions.

How old is Bob Hope? Old enough to have been given his first big break by Fatty Arbuckle, who got him into a small-town tour of Hurley’s Jolly Follies in 1925. Within a year, he and his partner George Byrne had formed the Dancemedians and graduated to hoofing with another British-born stage act, the Hilton Sisters. Daisy and Violet Hilton were Siamese twins joined at the hip and lower back and they specialized in three-legged tap routines. Not the easiest gals to dance with. “They’re too much of a woman for me,” said Hope. Daisy and Violet’s career peaked with an appearance in Tod Browning’s 1932 film Freaks. In the early Twenties, Fatty Arbuckle was already on the skids and the Hilton Sisters had nowhere to go, and thus Hope’s career began with two cautionary tales: if you get a break, don’t blow it, as Arbuckle did, and don’t get stuck in a self-limiting act, as Daisy and Violet were perforce. Over the decades, vaudeville died, and so did Broadway revue, radio comedy, Hollywood musicals and TV variety, but Hope never died with them. By the time NBC let him go in 1997, the world’s only 94-year old stand-up act could barely see the cue cards and hardly hear his co-stars. But he could hear the laughter.

The centenary he’ll celebrate this month – quietly at home with just the family - is not the one he’d have chosen for himself. His strategy all his life was to get bigger and bigger and richer and richer: he never thought there’d be a peak and then the gentle downward incline of a late, enforced retirement. Mortality offends him not so much personally as in its long-term commercial implications. He was the first comedian to run himself as a business, and he succeeded brilliantly. Time magazine reported in 1967 that he was worth half a billion dollars. Asked about the figure, Hope said, “Anyone can do it. All you have to do is save a million dollars a year for 500 years.”

When you’re that big – when you’re as mass as mass media can get – you don’t have hardcore followers, you’re not a cult or a genius like Buster Keaton or Monty Python. The old Broadway saw – “Nobody likes it but the public” – could be made for Hope. He’ll never be intellectualized or taught in college, which is as it should be: he worked hard at being breezy, and it paid off – when he was on Broadway in his first big musical Roberta (1933), the composer Jerome Kern marveled at his natural ease, painfully acquired after a decade in vaudeville. He was born poor, and had it rough, and took 15 years to slog his way to overnight stardom, but he never bought into the tears-of-a-clown, pain-of-comedy clichés. He started out in Eltham, Kent on May 29th 1903 as Leslie Townes Hope, the second youngest of seven brothers. His only sister died before he was born. “They ate her,” he said. When he was four the family emigrated to America: “My youth was spent in a very tough neighbourhood. If you didn’t get in three fights a day, you weren’t trying.” A sibling followed him into the business as “Bob Hope’s Brother Jim”. “Sure I helped him out,” said Hope. “I helped him out of showbusiness.”

Not all interviewers want to play straight man. The more Hope blithely tossed off cheesy gag writers’ lines about his impoverished childhood, the more some journalists pressed him for psychoanalytical insights into the pain beneath the surface. So, just to get them off his case and back to the jokes, Hope would put on a straight face and tell them that his comedy sprang from his hunger for his mother’s attention and approval as a young child in a large family. One of his writers suggested this line and it seemed to keep the more inquisitive interviewers happy. But with Hope the real depth is in the shallows, the real feeling is in the glib gags; if there is an “authentic” Bob Hope, you glimpse him in those “sure I helped him out” cracks. As a boy in Cleveland, he’d dress as Chaplin and waddle down Euclid Street. But, as soon as he could, he dispensed with the pathos of the little tramp, the sentimentality of the ethnic comics, and embraced instead the dapper assurance of a newer American archetype: the wiseguy, the kind of rat-a-tat quipster you could find in the sports columns and the gossip pages of the Jazz Age but not in its comedy routines, in their way as convention-bound as grand opera.

Much of what we now take for granted as the modern comedy monologue – the delivery, the structure, the subjects – comes from the template developed by Hope. Larry Gelbart, the creator of "M*A*S*H", who wrote for the comedian in the early Fifties, remembers being on tour with him in England and standing in the wings in Blackpool with a local girl he’d picked up. Hope told a joke about motels and the girl fell about. “Do you have motels around here?” Gelbart asked. “No,” she said. “Do you know what a motel is?” he asked. “No,” she said. “So why are you laughing?” “He’s just so funny.” She has a point: by that stage, audiences were so attuned to the self-confident rhythm of his act that they laughed at the right spots without knowing quite what the joke was.

If Hope started out as the first modern comic, he quickly became the first post-modern one. Other comedians had writers, but they didn’t talk about them. Radio gobbled up your material so you needed fellows on hand to provide more. But Hope not only used writers, he made his dependence on them part of the act: “I have an earthquake emergency kit at my house. It’s got food, water and half-a-dozen writers.” In vaudeville, a performer would have a comic persona – he’d be a yokel, say, and he’d tell jokes about rustics and city folk – but Hope’s comic persona was the persona of a comic: he played a guy who told jokes for a living, and the conceit (in every sense) worked; by advertising the fact that he had a team who did all the tedious chores like providing the gags, he underlined his extraordinary preeminence. When he got too busy even to learn the material and the TV sketches were played with a permanent sideways glance off-camera as he and the guests read everything off cue cards, that too became just another running joke. “Bob’s got the cue cards at home now,” said Frank Sinatra. “He comes down in the morning and Dolores is sitting at the breakfast table and a guy behind her holds them up and Hope reads ‘How. Are. You. Darling? Did. You. Sleep. Well?’” I saw him live in Toronto years ago and they had to keep the house lights up so he could read the cards – the local gags, painstakingly filed in his vault according to city, region, country – and the fact that we had to sit in the glare and could see the boys moving the jokes on and off somehow only emphasized the difference in scale between Hope and the rest.

For the movies, his writers cheerfully acknowledge that they built a screen character around his own worst traits: the vain, cowardly, cheapskate skirt chaser. The only difference was that on screen he chased skirt to little effect and played his liveliest bed scenes with animals (a bear in The Road To Utopia, a gorilla in The Road To Bali). Off screen, he was the animal, nailing Marilyn Monroe, Gloria De Haven, and countless others. On the one occasion I met Hope he paid no attention to anything I said, his eyes looking over my shoulder as if we were doing a sketch and he was trying to find the boy with the cards. It turned out there was a well-stacked blonde 60 years his junior padding back and forth behind me. “Ain’t that something?” he mumbled appreciatively as she wiggled past us. He’s a great connoisseur of women. He still calls Doris Day “JB” for “Jut Butt”, because she had “an ass you could play cards on”, though I don’t believe he ever did.

Dolores Reade was a nightclub singer at the Vogue in Manhattan when Hope walked in one night in 1933. They married, adopted four kids, and Dolores figured if she waited long enough Bob would exhaust himself. Seventy years on, Mr and Mrs Hope finally enjoy for real the contented, tranquil domesticity they promoted for years on TV, in that obligatory moment on the Christmas special when, after dancing with Ann-Margret and bantering with Brooke Shields, Bob would bring on Dolores for a duet of “Silver Bells”. About a decade back, I made a TV documentary on a certain showbiz veteran, and asked his wife if she’d like to sing a number on the show. “Ah, the Dolores Hope moment,” she said. “I don’t think so.” As Bob hit 90 and began slowing down, Dolores finally got to make her first album, embarking on the singing career she’d put on hold in 1933. Her husband, who’d looked on the wife and kids as support material for the Hope brand, could hardly complain when his family took the wheel and kept the machine on the road.

He understood the business of show better than anyone. He and Crosby joined a third partner to invest their Road movie profits in a new oil well. Almost immediately it was gushing a hundred barrels a day. Hope put his oil profits in real estate, buying up strategic chunks of Beverly Hills when it was still hills. The way he tells it, even the creative decisions were principally about money. He became the first big movie star to cross over to TV because Paramount wouldn’t match NBC’s offer. When he needed a theme for song for his new radio show in 1938, the plan was to use “Wintergreen For President” from the Gershwin hit Of Thee I Sing and re-write it to plug his sponsor: “Hope Is Here For Pepsodent”. But the publishers wanted to charge him 250 bucks per show. “Nuts to that,” he said. “I know a song we can get much cheaper”: “Thanks For The Memory”.

He only put his foot wrong once. He was the American everyman and he wanted to be every man’s American, fun for young and old alike. But Vietnam placed huge strains on that notion of a universal popular culture. For the first time in his career, Hope had to choose sides and it wasn’t so much that he chose wrong but the way he chose. “Students are revolting all over the world,” he said. “I don’t know what they’re revolting about, I just know they’re revolting.” The limitations of his technique – of being a frontman for a factory of joke generators – were suddenly exposed. The reliable formulae, the old portable puns sounded sour and small-minded. Unimaginably, the guy who’d always been one step ahead of the times was behind the times. Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon can complain about the way “speaking out” on Iraq is hurting their careers, but Hope’s a sharper example of how taking sides can change public perception: In a late Sixties poll of American high schools’ favourite entertainers, he came second to the Beatles. By the time the war ended, he’d lost that generation forever.

In the Depression, Herbert Hoover ran for re-election on the slogan “Prosperity’s Just Around The Corner”. On stage, Hope said he’d run into a lady in the lobby. “She said, ‘Young man, could you tell me where I could find the rest room?’ And I said, ‘It’s just around the corner.’ ‘Don’t give me that Hoover talk,’ she said. ‘I gotta go.’” That’s a perfect Hope gag: genially pointed – exactly where he wanted to be. After Vietnam, he never quite recovered his timing. In the 1988 Presidential election, he thought Dukakis “sounded like something you step in”. HIV? “Did you hear the Statue of Liberty has Aids? She’s not sure whether she caught it from the mouth of the Hudson [the river that runs along Manhattan’s west sure] or the Staten Island ferry [pronounced “fairy”].” Hope isn’t “homophobic’ – his closest professional confidante these days is a lesbian daughter – but he couldn’t seem to get his groove back. In transforming himself into a one-man laugh corporation, he’d blunted his own comedic instincts.

So today there are two standard lines on Hope’s transformation into a comedy brand. The first is the official one: he’s a beloved American icon, the GIs’ favourite entertainer for 60 years, Comic Laureate to the Republic. This version is nicely caught in a snatch of lyric from some earlier anniversary tribute: Thanks For The Memory The places you have gone To cheer our soldiers on The President sent Kissinger But you brought Jill St John… (Miss St John, for those who can’t keep their Bond girls straight, was Tiffany Case in Diamonds Are Forever, and a fine example of the kind of talent who accompanied Hope on his USO shows.)

The counter version, just as stale, is that he’s a bland sell-out, Mister Squaresville, flattering third-rate politicians with golf gags so they’ll show up for his tournament. (“After you play with Gerald Ford, he pardons you.”) When he first sauntered on stage with a club, it underlined his radicalism: the ease, the confidence, the naturalism. To his detractors, it symbolized laziness, conservatism, pandering.

I prefer a third version. On that night in Toronto, the best couple of minutes was when he did a soft-shoe to “Tie A Yellow Ribbon”; he didn’t need the cards for that. Look at him trading steps with Jimmy Cagney in The Seven Little Foys, one of his best pictures. There are a zillion stand-ups today, but they can’t do what Hope did in the late Thirties. He introduced “Thanks For The Memory” in his first feature, The Big Broadcast Of 1938. Everything else about the film – Martha Raye being loud, W C Fields doing routines involving a misplaced hat on the top of his cane – might as well come from the Stone Age: the only real thing in the picture is Hope and Shirley Ross as a married couple now parted. “Thanks For The Memory” is a beautifully grown-up song, sung by the pair sipping cocktails at the bar, their regret expressed through an accumulation of reminiscence, both scenic (“castles on the Rhine”) and intimate (“stockings in a basin when a feller needs a shave”).

The studio thought the line “that weekend at Niagara when we never saw the falls” was too “dirty” in its implication, so they made Leo Robin, the lyricist, change it to “when we hardly saw the falls”. “Which I think is dirtier,” Robin told me with a chuckle. When you see it on screen, there’s no doubt what they’re talking about. Instead of pre-recording the track and lip-synching it, Hope and Ross were told they’d be singing it live, and it’s an extraordinary moment, two people neither with any great reputation in acting communicating everything they’re not quite saying:

We said goodbye with a highball Then I got as high as a steeple But we were intelligent people No tears, no fuss Hooray for us…

At the end of the take, there were plenty of tears from everyone on set: the tenderness and wistfulness of those three minutes make all the Fieldsian hoke around it look like a heap of junk.

Hope and Ross sang three other great duets on screen: “Two Sleepy People”, “Penthouse Serenade” and “The Lady’s In Love With You”, another laundry list, one that gets in all the sexy playfulness of romance:

If there’s a gleam in her eye Each time she straightens your tie You know The Lady’s In Love With You…

No one matches that Hope today. Much of Woody Allen’s persona – the cowardly schnook who gets the girl – is an extended hommage to Hope’s own screen identity in The Paleface, Cat And The Canary et al. But Allen can’t do that earlier Hope, the leading man brimming with sexy charm, teasing jokes and rueful romance. Within a few years, Bob himself had put that guy in mothballs in the interests of greater profits. Shirley Ross retired from Hollywood in 1945 and you can measure Hope’s career just from the orchestral transformation of “Thanks For The Memory”, from a bittersweet ballad into a walk-on theme that got swankier and swankier and statelier and statelier until it became the showbiz version of a national anthem, a “Hail To The Chief” for a grand comedic dignitary. Bob Hope cast his lot and it worked out mighty lucrative, but these days as he pads around his second floor quarters at the fancy spread at Toluca Lake his kids say it’s the old songs that run through his head. And for many Hope fans that’s what we’ll be hearing on May 29th:

And strictly entre nous Darling, how are you? And how are all those funny dreams that never did come true? Awf’lly glad I met you Cheerio and toodle-oo And thank you so much.

293 posted on 07/28/2003 9:17:25 AM PDT by xp38
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To: leadpenny
He was very funny and much better than what passes for comedic talent these day.

Rest in peace Mr. Hope
294 posted on 07/28/2003 9:18:04 AM PDT by dennisw (G_d is at war with Amalek for all generations)
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To: leadpenny; All
I never had a chance to see Mr. Hope but he has been a hero of mine
for many decades for his work with the USO.
May God Welcome Bob Hope Home and comfort his family and friends.
295 posted on 07/28/2003 9:18:44 AM PDT by 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub (Thanks for the memories Mr. Hope)
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To: leadpenny
Thanks for the memories, Mr. Hope.

Rest in Peace.

Salute!
296 posted on 07/28/2003 9:19:16 AM PDT by hattend
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To: EternalVigilance
What a cool pic- Burns' passing saddened me too, and I've always loved Carson. Three of the best, IMO.
297 posted on 07/28/2003 9:27:24 AM PDT by mafree
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To: leadpenny
"Bob Hope", these two words together are all you have to say about the man.  They tell a story to each of us, unique to our own experience.  No matter your station in life, Bob Hope made your journey through it a little better.  If the world should last so long, one thousand years from now people will still laugh at Bob's quips.  These two words have become an instant cause for a twinkling in the eyes and a smile on the lips.  Some have mused that Bob is now in heaven.  I'm not so sure.  In the battle of good vs evil, I imagine Bob is still on the front lines bringing humor to those who serve on planet earth.  Who could be sad upon hearing about a promotion like this?  My thoughts are with the Hope family today, but not ones of sorrow.  Bob lived a full and productive life.  They have much to be proud of.
298 posted on 07/28/2003 9:27:46 AM PDT by DoughtyOne
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To: hellinahandcart
So very very Sad...Another cornerstone of America has died. We will miss him. May he rest in peace.
299 posted on 07/28/2003 9:28:27 AM PDT by memaw ([)
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To: hellinahandcart
So very very Sad...Another cornerstone of America has died. We will miss him. May he rest in peace.
300 posted on 07/28/2003 9:28:28 AM PDT by memaw ([)
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