Newspapers were filled with stories about three things: Allen’s cleverness with words, the Allen’s Alley portion of his radio show, and his feud with Jack Benny, which began in late 1936 and boiled up for almost the next 20 years.
After Allen died, the Globe in his home town of Boston induced Jack to put his memories in print. They were later sent across the country through the North American Newspaper Alliance.
Benny and Allen Were Great Pals
Their Radio Feud Was Just an Act
By JACK BENNY
NEW YORK (NANA) — The news of Fred Allen's death shocked me. I can't bring myself to realize it is true.
Fred and I were very dear friends for many years. We'd have to be in order to carry on that radio feud we engaged in over the years. We had a great deal of mutual admiration for each other and if anything good came my way, Fred was always the first to say I had ability and that I deserved it. And I'd say the same about him and his tremendous gift as a comedian.
The minute I heard about Fred's death, I telephoned his wife, Portland. She was standing up under the crushing news quite well, although I knew she was stunned.
"Only this (Saturday) morning Fred went to the doctor and was given an OK," said Portland.
"The doctor took a cardiograph, tested his blood pressure. He was in pretty good shape. When he left for his evening walk, he felt very well.
"This is the first time I didn't go along with him on these evening walks before bedtime. I feel so dreadful."
Fred had terrific wit, truly comparable to any of the great wits of the past. He could be compared to Will Rogers, had he taken on that kind of column. Although pretty serious-minded, when Fred said something funny, it was terribly funny.
When we made a picture years ago for Paramount called "Love Thy Neighbor," there were always countless tours visiting the movie lot. Of course, when Fred and I were together we were fairly serious. We would discuss various things—such as the news, or we might talk shop or arrange for a visit to my home, as Portland and I my wife Mary were devoted friends.
Well, all the tour groups would be in their element watching Fred and me on the set. They would hang around and hang around wondering when Fred and I were going to have them hilarious.
Everybody Waited
Between scenes, Fred always went to his dressing room and whacked out copy on his typewriter, while I would retire to my room and rehearse my scripts.
Meanwhile, every one would be standing around waiting for us to be funny. The feud Fred and I had, along with the gibes we fired at each other, were strictly for the public, of course. This was an act. Personally, we never engaged in hi-jinks or played practical jokes on each other. You never saw two comedians who were so serious.
Fred and I had the kind of friendship that didn't have to be proved every minute.
There are some people who take offense if you are in their vicinity and you don't call them up or go to visit them. They will remark what a cad you are to come to New York and not get in touch with them. Fred and I were never like that.
On my trips to New York from the coast, I'd almost always get in touch with Fred. Our wives always looked forward to these visits. And when Fred would come to Hollywood, he would get in touch with us. But not always did we do this.
If I didn't get in touch with Fred while in New York, there was no explanation necessary. Neither did Fred have to apologize if he didn't get in touch with me while on the coast. Our friendship was solid.
Fred was taking things a lot easier. His TV assignment on "What's My Line" was just the thing for him. There was nothing to rehearse, so this proved no hardship for Fred.
I have lost a great, great friend.
There were tributes on radio and TV, and Jack was asked to take part. Fittingly, one took place on radio during Jack’s former East Coast time-slot.
Especially touching were the sad voices of Jimmy Durante and Jack Benny, who mourned the loss of a good friend as well as a fellow comedian. The program reviewed Allen's career as an actor and original humorist, presented portion of recordings in which he astutely analyzed American humor and related many incidents and deeds that illustrated his kindness and basic goodness. There also was a portion of the last broadcast Allen ever made, taped the Friday before he died, as he discussed his early career in show business.
Dave Garroway, who narrated, told listeners that "I wouldn't be sitting here tonight if it weren't for Fred Allen." Back in his "Garroway-at-Large" TV days when he was a comparative unknown, Dave's biggest booster was Allen, who once flew out to Chicago to guest on the program at no fee. He later went back to New York and sold the show to a sponsor singlehandedly.
In appraising Fred Allen's contribution to American humor radio at the same time paid tribute to one of its greatest performers of all time.
Allen’s sudden death less than 48 hours before he was to appear on What’s My Line? meant a replacement had to be quickly found. Steve Allen was brought in. Steverino was now the host of the Tonight show from New York on NBC, and only hours after Fred’s funeral on March 20, there was a televised tribute.
The Knickerbocker News of Albany, New York, published a review. Again, Jack was there, though across the country in Los Angeles.
Tonight Tribute to Fred Allen Fine Farewell to Great Comedian
By WALTER HAWVER
Show business paid a fine tribute to one of its greatest performers yesterday when the Tonight program dropped its regular format, personnel and advertising to honor the late Fred Allen.
The show was necessarily thrown together in a few hours, but no spectacular [TV special] with weeks of rehearsal could have been more effective.
I watched the show “live” at the old Hudson Theater. I was in New York City for interviews with some NBC and CBS stars and heard about the program Monday afternoon while I was talking with Ernie Otto, NBC's press contact for out-of-town newspapermen.
The show was mainly serious but there were a few light moments, which was as it should be. Fred Allen was a humorist, one of the best, and he would not stand for gloom-and-doom stuff, even in death.
The most touching moment of the night came with Jack Benny's appearance from Hollywood. The tears welled in Jack's eyes. He bit his lip as he told of his radio “feud” with Allen.
"In order to carry on a feud for 20 years, you have to be the very best of friends, to have a great love for each other," Jack said.
"America has lost a great wit and a wonderful citizen. I know I've lost a very dear friend. Wherever his is tonight [sic], I feel sure Fred is making up some awful joke about me."
Jack recalled a New Year's Day telegram Fred sent him. He wouldn't send a wire and say 'Happy New Year' like anyone else." His wire read: "Today the world is starting a new year. When are you going to?'
Bob Hope compared Allen to the great American humorists. “I’m certain that Josh Billings, Mark Twain and Will Rogers were waiting for him at the gate a say; 'Welcome, Fred'."
The picture other friends painted of Fred was remarkably consistent.
Author Herman Wouk ("Caine Mutiny," "Marjorie Morningstar”) who broke in as a writer on the Allen radio show, "Town Hall Tonight," said he and other writers on the show were “always in competition" with their boss.
Wouk said Allen was "infinitely more brilliant, more to inventive than any of us. No matter how we tried we could never do more than a passable imitation of Fred's style. But in five years, he never once criticized my work. The only way I knew whether he liked it or not was how much of it he rewrote for the show." Story-teller Peter Donald, the "Ajax aCssidy" [sic] of Allen's Alley on the radio show, said Fred was "ruthless" with his own material when it came to trimming a script to fit the time limits of a show.
Donald, who wrote much of the material for the Cassidy character, recalled that Allen would "cut all his own good lines to leave ours in."
Songwriter Howard Dietz "Dancing in the Dart" remembered that Allen hated rehearsals. During the preparation for one Broadway play, he said Allen fumed and fretted and after several hours exploded in exasperation: "When are we going to write the jokes?"
Allen's biggest disappointment was that he never made much of a mark in television, but he would have been pleased at Bennett Cerf's comment that he "supplied great dignity" to What's My Line and "made it a better show."
Cerf said Allen was "literally terrified" the night he turned up for his first What's My Line program 2 1/2 years ago. "He was afraid he wouldn't be good. He hadn't gone very well in television. At first he felt shy and out-of-place, but as we all knew would happen, he made it a better show."
If some one collected all of the Allen material reprised on television the past few days, they would have enough for two or three more volumes as thick as Fred's own best-seller “Treadmill to Oblivion."
The Tonight show was rich in Allen wit. Tonight for Steve Allen (no relation) revived some of Fred's views on humor.
"All humor should be treated and done in an atmosphere of relaxation. You need time to think humor, to enjoy humor."
“. . . the unexpected in any situation, the incongruous, that is the basis of humor."
Fred was one of TV's biggest critics.
“Television gets tiresome. It's too graphic. It offers everything for the eye, nothing for the mind. The next generation will have eyeballs as big as cantaloupes and no mind at all."
And television executives were foreover [forever] coming under his fire.
"If the United States can get along with one vicepresident, why does NBC need 26."
"NBC does not recognize Hell or the Columbia Broadcasting System. When a bad person dies, he goes to Heck. When a good person dies, he goes to the Rainbow Room."
The cross-fire between the two on radio, to me, got better as the years went back. One highlight may have been the “King For a Day” sketch on May 26, 1946 when, judging by the uncontrollable studio audience laughter, stagehands removed Jack’s pants. My favourite of the two on the Benny show was Allen’s last appearance on May 3, 1953 where they were now vaudeville partners, willing to undercut each other to make money on stage (in reality, they never appeared on a vaudeville bill together).
Even to the end of Jack’s life, he’d talk about Fred Allen, doing an impression of him on the Johnny Carson Tonight show. And when Jack died on December 26, 1974, newspapers were again filled with fond memories of The Feud.
My thanks to Warren Croom at the International Jack Benny Fan Club Facebook page for sparking this post.

















































