Soupy Sales is a short-haired fellow with a kumquat nose, a moron-the-merrier expression, a crushed stovepipe hat, buttoned collar and huge bow tie. His métier is sick slapstick. He gets laughs by biting off a neighbor's hangnail or hitting an old lady with a custard pienot in the face, but up under her arm, as if the pie were a small bucket of Ban.
Actually, it is an ordinary pie crust full of shaving cream, and 36-year-old Soupy Sales (born Milton Hines) makes about $150,000 a year largely for his exploitation of this antic vaudeville wheeze. He can fill up five...
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