I Was Mad At The Time, Or

Charlie Chaplin And I Would Have A Friendly Contest: Who Could Do The Feature Film With The Least Subtitles?

What Really Got My Goat At Mgm Were Comedians Like The Marx Brothers Who Never Wrote Their Own Jokes.

Down Through The Years My Face Has Been Called A Sour Puss, A Dead Pan, A Frozen Face, The Great Stone Face, And, Believe It Or Not, "a Tragic Mask." On The Other Hand That Kindly Critic, The Late James Agee, Described My Face As Ranking "almost With Lincoln's As An Early American Archetype, It Was Haunting, Handsome, Almost Beautiful." I Can't Imagine What The Great Rail Splitter's Reaction Would Have Been To This, Though I Sure Was Pleased.

I Was Mad At The Time, Or I Would Never Have Done The Thing.

No Man Can Be A Genius In Slapshoes And A Flat Hat.