I was convinced there as only one actor to play Templeton the Rat, and that was Tony Randall.

I have spent a lot of years on the outside looking in.

High-level, big-deal publicity has a way of getting old for me, but what never fails to thrill me is when I make personal appearances.

The Christmas parties were orgies of drinking and singing and groping and pawing. Cartoon staffers invested their own money in preparatory liquor.

What the real world of 1941 needed most was the release and relief provided by laughter.

In those days, boxing was very glamorous and romantic. You listened to fights on the radio, and a good announcer made it seem like a contest between gladiators.

Among the great glories of the MGM lot were the vast outdoor sets that had been constructed over the years.