Reading: I carry reading material with me everywhere I go.
Writing: "I liked being an actor, hearing the laughter and bowing to the applause. I still do, but my biggest kick has always been seeing something of mine in print."
Promptness: One of my brothers has a problem with this...I wont say who, but believe me, we have discussed it many times.
Politics: I was a registered Democrat and was deeply affected by world events.
Money: "I hope this doesn't sound as though I worship at the shrine of Fort Knox to the exclusion of life's other values, but to those who have never had any, I haven't the words to tell you what a lovely, reassuring, comforting thing money is."
Cures for Insomnia: Since the stock market crash of 1929, I have had trouble falling asleep, which reminds me of a joke;
What do you get when you cross an insomniac, a dyslexic and an agnostic?
Someone who lies awake all night wondering if there is a Dog.
Vaudeville Stage
The Leroy Trio (1905)
Tour with Lily Seville (1906)
Gus Edward's Postal Telegraph Boys (1906)
The Man of Her Choice (1906)
The Three Nightingales (1907)
The Four Nightingales (1908)
The Six Mascots (1910)
Fun In Hi Skule (1910)
Marx and Gordini (1911)
Mr. Green's Reception (1912)
Home Again (1914)
The Street Cinderella (1918)
On the Mezzanine Floor (1921)
Our British Tour (1922)
I'll Say She Is (1923)
The Cocoanuts (1925)
Animal Crackers (1928)
London Palace (1931)
A Day at the Races (1936)
Music
Harpo and I are both self-taught.
Chico had lessons.
Radio
28 Nov 1932 Flywheel, Shyster and Flywheel
1933 The Paramount Movie Parade
4 Mar 1934 Marx of Time
1935 The Marx Brothers Show
Hollywood Agents
9 Jan 1943 Mail Call #19
27 Mar 1943 Pabst Blue Ribbon Town
26 Aug 1943 Mail Call #53
1 Dec 1943 Mail Call #67
29 Jan 1944 Pabst Blue Ribbon Town
5 Feb 1944 Pabst Blue Ribbon Town
12 Feb 1944 Pabst Blue Ribbon Town
12 Apr 1944 Mail Call #86
17 Jan 1945 Mail Call #127
13 Sep 1945 Command Performance #191
27 Mar 1946 Mail Call #188
16 Apr 1946 The Beverly-Groucho Hotel
30 Sep 1947 Command Performance #289
27 Oct 1947 You Bet Your Life
Movies
HUMOR RISK - 1920 or 1921 (Never Released) We filmed it in New Jersey with our own money. Harpo played the romantic lead. I was the villian. At the premier in Brooklyn, the audience was less then appreciative of our comedic antics. I cut the film into guitar picks.
COCOANUTS 1929
ANIMAL CRACKERS 1930
THE HOUSE THAT SHADOWS BUILT 1931
MONKEY BUSINESS 1931
HOLLYWOOD ON PARADE NO.5 1932
HORSE FEATHERS 1932
DUCK SOUP 1933
A NIGHT AT THE OPERA 1935
YOURS FOR THE ASKING 1936
A DAY AT THE RACES 1937
ROOM SERVICE 1938
AT THE CIRCUS 1939
GO WEST 1940
THE BIG STORE 1941
INSTATANES 1943
SCREEN SNAPSHOT NO. 110 1943
A NIGHT IN CASABLANCA 1946
COPACABANA 1947
LOVE HAPPY 1950
MR. MUSIC 1950
DOUBLE DYNAMITE 1951
A GIRL IN EVERY PORT 1952
THE STORY OF MANKIND 1957
WILL SUCCESS SPOIL ROCK HUNTER? 1957
SKIDOO 1968
Television
You Bet Your Life!
Books
Robert Benchley
George S. Kaufman
Ring Lardner
S.J. Perelman
James Thurber
E.B. White
"The trouble with writing about yourself is that you can't fool around. If you write about someone else, you can stretch the truth from here to Finland. If you write about yourself, the slightest deviation makes you realize instantly that there may be honor among thieves, but you are just a dirty liar.
Although it is generally known, I think it's about time to announce that I was born at a very early age. Before I had time to regret it, I was four and a half years old. Now that we are on the subject of age, let's skip it. It isn't important how old I am. What is important, however, is whether enough people will visit this site to justify my spending the remnants of my rapidly waning vitality in writing it.
I'm sure it's no great secret, nor is it terribly important, but for posterity and the ages my real name is Julius Henry Marx.
Give or take a few years, I was born around the turn of the century. I won't say which century. Everyone is allowed one guess.
We had a crowded household in our Yorkville Shan-gri-la on New York's Upper East Side. In addition to the five brothers - Chico, Harpo, Groucho, Gummo and Zeppo, in the order of our age - there were my mother and father (in fact, they got there before we did), my mother's father and mother, an adopted sister, Polly and a steady stream of poor relations that flowed through our house night and day.
Whatever our visitors came for, they always came to my mother - never to my father.
She advised them about their love lives, where to find jobs and how to stay out of trouble. She engineered loans when they needed money. How she did it was always a source of wonder to me, but she invariably came through. She patched up marriages that were foundering and she outtalked the landlord, the grocer, the butcher and anyone else to whom we owed money. Her maneuvers were a triumph of skill, chicanery and imagination.
My Pop was a tailor, and sometimes he made as much as eighteen dollars a week. But he was no ordinary tailor. His record as the most inept tailor that Yorkville ever produced has never been approached. He was the only tailor I ever heard of who refused to use a tape measure.
It has always been a matter of wonder to me how one set of parents can spawn so many different kinds of children. Chico, for example, had a brain as fast and as accurate as a calculating machine. He could solve mathematical problems in his head faster then I could do them with pencil, paper and an abacus.
Harpo was the solid man in the family. He inherited all of my mother's good qualities - kindness, understanding and friendliness. I inherited what was left.
I was ready and eager for show business. School was an unspeakable bore and the only thing that interested me was the teacher, a tall, shapely, blue-eyed Irish girl, named Seneca, who recited 'Evangeline' in a deep, dramatic voice. I never heard anything like it again until I heard Barrymore recite the solilquy from 'Hamlet'. Her vibrant baritone, along with her other charms, thrilled me...until one day I discovered she liked girls, and that was the end of Longfellow and Miss Seneca.
One day when I was playing hooky, luck came my way. I read an ad in the morning 'World': BOY SINGER WANTED FOR STAR VAUDEVILLE ACT. ROOM AND BOARD AND FOUR DOLLARS A WEEK.
To a boy whose allowence was five cents every seven days, four bucks seemed like the passkey to the mint. Also the end of school. So, putting on my best suit - which was also my worst suit and the only one I had - I hailed a streetcar and in less then an hour I was walking up five flights of stairs and knocking at the door of one of the dingiest tenements I had ever smelled.
I was fifteen at the time, and knew as much about the world as the average retarded eight-year-old.
At any rate, I was in show business."
In 1923 we made our leap from Vaudeville to the Big Time at a little place called 'The Walnut Street Theatre' in PA. My first new car was delivered there. The theatre is still in operation. Go see a live show. Tell'em Groucho sent you.
If you want to know more about me, you'll have to buy, borrow or steal, then read the book my assistants cribbed this from, "Groucho and Me", written by me and published by De Capo Press. You should buy it!
Thanks for being a fan or at least knowing my name...unlike that broad at that large movie store who thought I was a Russian philosopher. She had her charms, but you are a much better person then she, at least to my way of thinking.
"I read in the newspapers they are going to have 30 minutes of intellectual stuff on television every Monday from 7:30 to 8. to educate America. They couldn't educate America if they started at 6:30."
Julius Henry Marx
October 2, 1890 - August 19, 1977
The rogue professor entered the basement at thirteen hundred hours. The walls were coated with a mat black rubber. They absorbed the deep blue lighting shining from multiple lamps placed around the room. There appeared to be a large group1 of individuals standing in a grid formation. They were static. Casting steady shadows upon the floor on which they stood. The professor mingled through them. Observing each one with scrutiny. Then, rubbing the stubbles on his head he clearly voiced for the lights to rise to medium exposure. A slight hum filled to room as the human features of all present became more obvious in the rising clarity.
I want to thank you for allowing me as Red Skelton to be a part of your myspace life.
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