Radio mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

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la"y ye fS 'tor;10?* to. STACKED THE CARDS MILTON BERLE KNEW JUST ONE THING WAS TRUE WHEN HE SET OUT AT SEVEN TO SUPPORT HIS FAMILY— HE HAD TO SUCCEED HE was seven years old. A small, thin, undernourished seven-year-old, with brown eyes too big for his face, and shoulders too narrow and slight for the weight of responsibility they had to carry. The casting director in the Brooklyn movie studio didn't know about the responsibility, though, or care either. All he saw was an impudent, not over-clean kid, who grinned at him and answered his questions with a salty, devil-maycare insolence in his voice and in the tilt of his snub nose. The casting director hardly noticed the boy's mother, hovering in the background, and didn't think of her at all except to wonder why she didn't thrash the tar out of her young imp of Satan. He was glad she never had, because an imp of Satan was exactly what he wanted for an important part in the movie his studio was beginning. So Milton Berle got the job — the job he simply bad to have. Still being the Satanic imp, he sauntered out of the office at his mother's side, whistling noisily and unconcernedly. They turned the corner. Milton looked up at Mom and winked — and she winked back. Their system had worked once more. Mom's information had said the studio wanted an ill-mannered brat for that part, and so Milton had been an ill-mannered brat when he applied for it. If Mom's advance tip-off had been that the studio wanted a little Lord Fauntleroy, Milton would have been a little Lord Fauntleroy, without that young gentleman's fancy clothes. And he'd have got that job, too, because — well, because he simply bad to have.it. For twenty-two years, since he was six, Milton Berle has been succeeding because he had to. There was never time for him to play. There wasn't even time for him to make the dollar or so a week otherboys earned and brought home (Continued on page 67) By LOUIS UNDERWOOD he 's Leer's