True Confessions
W. C. Fields, great, greying, polyp-nosed comedian, whose propensity for strong spirits is famed,* lay abed in Los Angeles' Queen of Angels Hospital, his nose in a sling, roundly denying reports that he had fallen flat on his face. Fields: "I never reach my face when I fall flat because I can't get past my nose. ... I was leaning too heavy on a cane getting into bed. The cane slipped and I fell. It hurts quite a bit, y'know, and I have to resort to medicinal mixtures."
Colonel Robert Rutherford McCormick, the...
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