We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
I'm a Hollywood Farmer
By Bob Burns
(As told to Joe Alvin)
It must have been an Uncle Fud story that made this mule Hee-Haw.
Farmer Burns just shows one of his sugar beets Instead of bragging about them — Like everything else in Hollywood, they're colossal.
T WANT to tell you how it feels to be a Hollywood Farmer. A lot of folks think that being a farmer in the same town with Hedy Lomorr and Madeleine Carroll is awfully funny. They even say that movie and radio folks buy themselves ranches in San Fernando Valley so the people would think they're real. Well, I'll tell you. When I get through with my work on the Kraft Music Hall Thursday night and drive up to my ranch house in Canoga Park thirty minutes later, it almost makes a poet out of me. It's just about sunset time, and the peace of twilight is spreading over the
Page 8
land, every acre of it mine. It's just too wonderful for ordinary words. It makes me feel almighty thankful that I'm alive and just plain glad that God gave me the talent with which to earn the money to invest in land.
I've wanted to be a farmer all my life, and farming is right in my blood. Like every boy in the world, I've had my share of wanderlust. I've bummed and worked around the country and I've done my shore of travelling all through the east and west. I've worked at odd jobs in small and big towns, I've . tried the life
of a soldier with the U. S. Marines and I've done my share of trouping in the show business. But all that couldn't take the hankering out of me to get back and dig in the soil like we used to do when I was a boy in Von Buren. It wasn't until I finally got to Hollywood and got settled working in radio and in pictures that I got right down to brass, tacks and realized what I really wanted out of life. I had a nice home that was plenty comfortable and peaceful but in Stone canyon. There was room enough for all of us, and there were trees and movmtains around, but there was
RADIO VARIETIES — NOVEMBER