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Originally Posted by poohbear_nc
Will Rogers?
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It wasn't Rogers.
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Originally Posted by Daithi
I can think of comedians who may have said WT Sharpe's quotes -- W.C. Fields, Groucho Marx, Harold Lloyd -- but I can't think of any comedians who were also authors.
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You just listed at least one who was an author. There have been many.
Here's another passage. It's rather lengthy, so I put it in a spoiler tag. It ends by quoting a telegram the author sent. It is indeed a spoiler, for when you read the final sentence of that telegram you will have no doubt as to the author's identity. But can anyone name the book?
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.....I'm not a particularly gregarious fellow. If anything, I suppose I'm a bit on the misanthropic side. I've tried being a jolly good club member, but after a month or so my mouth always aches from baring my teeth in a false smile. The pseudo-friendliness, the limp handshake and the extra firm handshake (both of which should be abolished by the Health Department), are not for me. This also goes for the hearty slap-on-the-back and the all-around, general claptrap that you are subjected to from the All-American bores—which you would instantly flee from if you weren't trapped in a clubhouse.
.....Some years ago, after considerable urging, I consented to join a prominent theatrical organization. By an odd coincidence, it was called the Delaney Club. Here, I thought, within these hallowed walls of Thespis, we would sit of an evening with our Napoleon brandies and long-stemmed pipes and discuss Chaucer, Charles Lamb, Ruskin, Voltaire, Booth, the Barrymores, Duse, Shakespeare, Bernhardt and all the other legendary figures of the theatre and literature. The first night I went there, I found thirty-two fellows playing gin rummy with marked cards, five members shooting loaded dice on a suspiciously bumpy carpet and four members in separate phone booths calling women who were other members' wives.
.....A few nights later the club had a banquet. I don't clearly remember what the occasion was. I think it was to honor one of the members who had successfully managed to evade the police for over a year. The dining tables were long and narrow, and unless you arrived around three in the afternoon you had no control over who your dinner companion was going to be. That particular night I was sitting next to a barber who had cut me many times, both socially and with a razor. At one point he looked slowly around the room, then turned to me and said, "[Author's name], we're certainly getting a lousy batch of new members!"
.....I chose to ignore this remark and tried talking to him about Chaucer, Ruskin and Shakespeare, but he had switched to denouncing electric razors as a death blow to the tonsorial arts, so I dried up and resumed drinking. The following morning I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.