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name of Charles who are "Chuck" to their friends on the social register, the name Chuck suggests the "dese, dem and dose kind o' guys," or have I lived in the big cities too much.
Anyway, the fact that my personality is well over on the "heavy" side, or not the type to whom ladies write perfumed notes, made it necessary in vaudeville for me to wear clothes tailored to the minute, and to acquire a delivery that was modest and retiring almost to the point of being naive, that is, for laugh purposes. The Chuck personality accentuated the shy and genteel delivery and that delivery accentuated the Chuck, and the contrast was so surprising that people who had seen me work would invariably say, "I didn't think I was going to like you when you first came on stage. But before I knew it I was enjoying your act very much and it puzzled me." And I never took the trouble to explain why they were puzzled. I enjoyed their puzzlement.
We were up on the Sacramento river shooting scenes for Steamboat Bill, Jr., with Buster Keaton starred. The story was about a Captain of an old river steamboat expecting the arrival of his son from college whom he hadn't seen since a baby when he had left the child and its mother flat.
The late Ernest Torrence played the Captain and father role and at that time Ernest was one of the outstanding character heavies on the screen. His belliggerent, gruff manner and his reputation as a heavy was the best foil Keaton ever had in his long and brilliant career.
Keaton, playing the Captain's long lost son, had just, completed his first year at college and when he stepped off the train in that old river town to see his father for the first time he had done everything possible to look like the Freshman of those days.
When the old Captain arrived at the depot he approached several big husky fellows thinking one of them might be his son. He had planned to make a deck-hand of his boy and he was looking for the deckhand type. And when he got a look at Buster wearing a beret and holding onto a ukelele he could hardly believe his eyes. All he could do was shake his head in disgust and despair.
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