Bud Abbott: the man everyone forgot
(originally published in Screen Stories, June 1960)
Gray-haired Bud Abbott stared bleakly out of his breakfast-room window, at the brown, untended lawn and grounds of his Encino, California home. Although it was past noon, he still wore his bedroom slippers, pajamas and white flannel robe. Why get dressed? He had no place to go, no job to do.Read More »Bud Abbott: the man everyone forgot!
(originally published in Journal of Living, January 1954)
Lou Costello: My Cure For Sorrow, As told to Vivian Cosby
A funny man’s prescription for grief that can work for everyone as it has for him.
“Why did this have to happen to me?”
A few years ago, when I was stricken with rheumatic fever, this question kept repeating itself in my mind. As I lay in bed week after week, I searched for the answer. And what made it all the more bewildering was that I had become ill while making a tour to raise charity funds. While striving to help others, I had been stricken myself. Why? The more I thought about it, the more sorry I became for myself.Read More »My cure for sorrow, by Lou Costello
Lou Costello, Hollywood’s best-loved comedian, tells how he fought his way back to health through prayer and undying faith.This an exclusive account to Motion Piture’s Readers
I think I’m a pretty lucky guy to be alive to tell this story.
With more than a half a year in bed spent grimly facing the terrifying prospect that I might never walk again, I found myself suddenly projected into a new world. A world that I never knew existed until then. And because I had never before come in contact with sickness and disaster, I suddenly saw a lot of things for the first time – things that before had meant very little to me.