William Claude Dukenfield
January 29, 1880--December 25, 1946
My favorite Fields story is said to be apocryphal, but that doesn't stop us at BLTR. As Fields lay dying, fading in and out of consciousness, he opened his eyes and croaked to his gathered friends, "The little newsies...sole support of their mothers...working in all sorts of weather...I'd like to do something for them."
"That's very nice, Bill," replied one, and Fields closed his eyes and sank back into his pillow. All was quiet for a moment, til he opened his eyes again and said, "On second thought, fuck 'em."
I was to Philadelphia once. It was closed. Hmm, your story is better.
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ReplyDeletefields was having a libation. a woman said to him, "don't you think you've had too much to drink?"
"don't worry, my dear," he said in his drawl. "it's merely lemonade."
he took a drink and tasted no liquor.
"who put lemonade in my lemonade?
he asked.
Never heard that one!
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