A nice piece from Dick Cavett’s NYTimes blog remembering an interview he did with Stan Laurel. I didn’t realize he traveled to the U.S. on the same boat as Charlie Chaplin did.
There he stood. No derby. No silly grin. No shrill, squeaky crying to “I didn’t mean it, Ollie…” Just a nice-looking gent in a white shirt and tie and a warm, welcoming manner. The face was fuller but the eyes — and the ears — were instantly familiar.