Howdy! In the late ‘50s I made a funny TV western written by Warren Douglas. Joe Sawyer played the bad guy. He was really a good guy, worked with everybody from John Ford to Abbott and Costello. I asked him what he did before showbiz. “Pro football,” he said. “The Bears? The Packers?” “No,” he said, “USC, Michigan, Penn State.” There was no TV. He moved from school to school, undetected, changing uniforms and names. He’d miss classes but not paychecks. He took a pay cut when he started acting.
Back in the ‘30s Akim Tamiroff worked on a flick with Gary Cooper. He told his friends, “That Cooper! He can’t act. He does nothing—Ha! I steal this movie. Easier than stealing candy from a baby.” Akim saw the movie—he was white! He told his friends, “That Cooper! I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The camera loves him.”
‘Round that time a student asked the great Russian acting teacher Stanislavsky who his favorite actor was. “Gary Cooper.” “But Maestro, he doesn’t practice your method.” Stanislavsky replied, “He doesn’t have to.”
In the late ‘50s I was up for a part in a Gary Cooper western, “The Hanging Tree”. I didn’t get it, but I did get a table next to Coop in the commissary one lunch break. Table hoppers kept him busy ‘twixt bites. One asked him if he ever practiced his fastdraw with live ammo. “Nope.” He allowed as how, “A .45 makes a mighty big hole in your boot.” I’m glad I eavesdropped on Gary Cooper.
A few years ago Babs and I tooled up the road apiece from Santa Fe to Durango for a western film fest. I was presented the Dobe Award—It stands tall next to my Golden Boot on our front room antique farm table. We met a couple of fine folks there, Mel and Angela from Brooklyn, all duded-up cowperson style. Mel told me a story he heard from Dobe Carey: While “Rio Grande” was being filmed on location John Ford was at the helm on a typical hot, grueling day. Wayne was doing a perfectly fine job o’ work, but Ford, as was his wont, blew up at the Duke in front of cast and crew, belittling him, embarrassing him no end—tearing him to shreds. Wayne was a major star by then, but Ford’s tirade wrecked him. He could barely breathe. Ford ranted and raved, “Blankety, blankety, blank! You’re not an actor. What the hell am I doing with you? You’re never any good. Ay Yi Yi Yi!