Once he clowned and leered and swaggered and waved his cigars and sang preposterous songs like Lydia, the Tattooed Lady. All that is dust now in the fading memory of Julius Henry (Groucho) Marx, 86, confined to a wheelchair after suffering a stroke and a broken hip. Last week a bitter court fight pitted Son Arthur Marx against Erin Fleming, fortyish, Groucho's attractive business manager and constant companion for the last seven years. At issue: whether Fleming should be the guardian of the old man and his multimillion-dollar estate. Nurses testified that Fleming...
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