W. C. Fields : his follies and fortunes (1949)

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W. C. Fields he kept dropping the hats; he couldn't seem to get under them. He was unused to German audiences at this time and had no idea how things were going, but he fancied that they could scarcely be worse. At last, with another hat down, he stepped forward in a perfect rage and kicked it far out over the footlights. The spectators were charmed. They had been interested in but unstimulated by the dwarf's presentation. A knack for detail — grinding lenses, organizing drills, devising booby traps — was commonplace in German life, and they yearned for something new. "Ya, iss gute," "Oh, fonny!" and "Ha, ha, ein mann vill kicken der hat!" were among the pleased cries that floated up to Fields, and forever afterward, when playing in Germany, he made a big point of kicking hats (provided by the management) all over the house. 118