Howdy! Several Mays ago, Babs and I amscrayed on Amtrak to the 10th annual radio convention at Massasoit Community College in Brockton, MA, hometown of the Brockton Bomber, Rocky Marciano. I took parts in eight radio re-creations in two days. My favorite job was reading some of the cracker barrel philosophy of my all-time hero,
Will once said, “I love being down here in pilgrim country. I bet you when the pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock and they had the whole of the American continent to themselves, and all they had to do to get another 160 acres was to kill another Indian, you know, well, I bet they kicked at the cost of ammunition. Now, I hope my Cherokee blood is not making me prejudiced, but it was only the generosity of the Indians that allowed the pilgrims to land in the first place. Suppose it was the other way around. Yeah, my ancestors didn’t come over on the Mayflower. They met the boat.”
Will was born William Penn Adair Rogers November 4, 1879, in Indian Territory near present Oologah, OK. Both parents were about one-quarter Cherokee. Will was proud of his heritage, and during his Wild West, circus and vaudeville days he performed under the moniker of The Cherokee Kid. I reckon his great spirituality came from his Cherokee blood. I reckon Will’s the only truly enlightened soul to have ever toiled in the Hollywood dream factory. We all know that human kind is a work in progress. I reckon Will Rogers is the sorta feller God has in mind. No one knows for sure what the origins of the Cherokee Nation are. We do know about the Trail of Tears in the 1830’s when the Cherokee were evicted from their ancestral lands in the southeast and forced to emigrate beyond the Mississippi River to an alien land.
Will was not immune to the slings and arrows of outrageous intolerance. When he was sixteen he was sent to Scarritt College, a Methodist School in Neosho, MO. As a Cherokee Indian he was in the minority, a new and strange experience for him. He’d been taught Cherokees were among the best people on earth. When his schoolmates looked down on him, he didn’t know why. When he asked pretty Maggie Nay to attend a party with him she refused on orders from her mother. So at sixteen, he penned a half-apologetic, half-sarcastic letter to Miss Maggie, referring to himself as a “wild and bad boy”. He wrote, “My dearest friend, if you can’t be my sweetheart—I was sorry to hear my fate, but then if your mother does not want you to go with me, why, it is all right. I would hate to do anything contrary to her will.” He chided her, “Of course, don’t do anything that will get you with a drunkard as I am.”
I once read there is little correlation between how one does in school and how one does in life. This sure applies to Wild Will. His dad decided Will needed discipline and sent him off to Kemper Military Academy in Boonville, MO. But Will was a rebel, the demerits piled up, and at 18 he borrowed $20 and bought a railroad ticket to Higgins, TX, where he worked as a cowboy on Old Man Ewing’s ranch on the Canadian River. And so one of America’s greatest success stories began.
Will Rogers has long been my favorite actor. You might not think of him as an actor. He sure didn’t. John Ford considered Will and Harry Carey to be the best actors he ever worked with. Pretty good tribute, eh? Those three good buddies pioneered naturalism in early talkies. You might say Will was only playing himself. Ay dogies, can you think of anyone more interesting for him to play? I mean, the man was a cowboy—star of stage, screen and rodeo—numero uno at the flickers’ box office—master of rope and yarn spinnin’—horseman and polo player—front page newspaper columnist with 40 million readers (and that’s when our population was 130 million)—after-dinner speaker—emcee at the Oscar show—humorist and comedian—author—champion of air travel—athlete—tap dancer—loud singer—the ‘Mayor’ of Beverly Hills—world traveler and America’s Ambassador of Good Will—pal to presidents and paupers: Sort of a renaissance man par excellence. Do you know of any movie star today who’s had such a rich, full life? If you do, I’ll plunk down a fast eight fifty and go see him or her—I’ll take you with me.
Critic James Agee was unhappy with most movie actors back in the ‘40s. He said they seemed to be auditioning for their next roles. Walter Brennan said it’s okay to act. Just don’t get caught at it. I watch most of today’s movie actors, and I’m awed by their talent. Marvelous! Bloody marvelous! How skillfully they show us life’s underbelly. But where’s the humanity? Ol’ Will oozed humanity out of every pore. He operated not out of fear but out of love. He showed us all the possibilities of greatness in this our life. He showed us how much fun it is to be the good guy.