Someone asked a while ago why I haven’t mentioned the Burns and Allen show on the blog, considering I’ve mentioned George Burns a number of times in connection with Jack Benny. I hadn’t really noticed, to be honest. Since today is the 49th anniversary of Gracie’s death, maybe it’s a good time.
And that was only part of her charm. Gracie was likeable, her intentions on the show were always good. She was like a friendly neighbour. Couldn’t you picture living next door to her? Gracie’s fluttery delivery in the mouths of a lesser comedienne might have come off phoney. But listening to the show, you can be easily convinced that Gracie Allen sounds and behaves that way in real life.
There were some elements of the show over the years I didn’t like. Earlier ones where George and Gracie aren’t married sound odd (though it may be the basis for the word “Tralfaz.” Read HERE). Bringing in Clarence Nash as a pet duck strikes me as a superfluous move. I never bought Bill Goodwin as a hammy ladies man; Phil Harris on the Benny show had that character nailed down. And Goodwin eventually became so busy being a ladies man on the show, someone else had to be brought in to do his announcing work. Toby Reed struck me as too stiff and flat for Burns and Allen.
Here’s what columnist John Crosby thought about Burns and Allen after their move to CBS. This appeared in papers around December 22, 1949.
Burns and Allen, those prehistoric comedians, now are almost at the tail end of Mr. Paley’s Wednesday night parley on CBS which is quite a parley. In order, you get Dr. Christian, Groucho Marx, Bing Crosby, B. & A., and Lum and Abner—an indigestible grouping if ever I heard one.
George and Gracie and still very funny people, provided you haven’t grown weary of that particular side street over the years.
My own theory for their longevity—George Burns is 112 years old and doesn’t look a day over 96—is that theirs is a specially timeless comedy. Gracie Allen is a past mistress at feminine irrelevance, that distinctive female gift which has driven all husbands out of their minds from time to time.
“All great singers have their trials,” says Gracie to George. “Look at Caruso. Thirty years on a desert island with all those cannibals.”
“You’ve got the wrong man,” says Georgia wearily.
“No, you’re the right one for me.”
In that exchange, Gracie has switched directions twice and your average husband, listening to her, can derive a small crumb of comfort from the fact that his own wife, gifted as she is at wandering a mile away from the point, isn’t that bad.
You hardly can describe the Burns and Allen show as a public service program, but it has some claim to that distinction. In the umpteen years they have been on the air, Gracie very likely has kept two or three husbands from shooting their wives, simply by persuading them that things could be worse. A small thing, but noble.
Gracie lives in a permanent state of hopeless confusion that defies rational solution. She drives a car with the emergency brake on, for example, so that when an emergency happens she’s ready.
The other day she delivered a spirited talk to her neighbors to come to the assistance of her husband, George, with the words: “When George needed help, who did he go to? You! Now that he needs help, it’s your turn to help him.”
Well, it sounds sensible.
Recently she’s been trying to comfort George about his singing which drives people to distraction. George said: “My singing is a thing of the past. It’s dead, extinct.”
“It does not,” said Gracie loyally.
The Burns and Allen show, like so many others, is now transcribed. This has added a little more polish to the production and an added fillip to the pace (which was always good). George Burns, one of the swiftest wits in Hollywood, strikes an almost perfect note of resigned exasperation.
Bill Goodwin, the announcer, has been cast in the role of a male animal of great sex appear which sometimes gets a little harassing.
In all other respects Burns and Allen are still a fine half hour of entertainment—apart from their great age. I shouldn’t advise listening every week, though Once a month is enough.
Despite the fact Gracie’s humour was almost always verbal, I think the Burns and Allen show worked best on TV. We’ll explore that with John Crosby in a future post.