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Bob Newhart, 1929-2024

Bob Newhart preferred his comedy to be neither shaken nor stirred but served dry — very, very dry.

The influential stand-up comedian, renowned sitcom star, and periodic motion picture player put forth a persona that was sharp, smart, and, above all, straight-laced. 

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Bob Newhart, 1929-2024 (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP)

Newhart, who died on July 18 at age 94, seemed earnestly perplexed by the universe in which he lived. He had the countenance of an accountant, which he had been at one point, and the demeanor of a psychologist, which he once played on TV. Even his faint stammer, which was authentic even as he marshaled it for comedic purposes, could be considered a condition of his bewilderment. Newhart proved that the flat could be funny.

Some comics work for years to develop their stage identities, but Newhart seemed to have been born with the rudiments of his persona. Those who listened to his comedy albums or watched his TV shows could scarcely have conceived a more appropriate biography than the real one: A son of the Midwest — he was one of four children born to George and Julia Newhart in Oak Park, Illinois — Newhart was not a rebel or subversive but an ordinary, if amused, participant in the midcentury American dream.

“From the outside in, it appeared a very normal upbringing,” Newhart said in a 2005 interview for the PBS series American Masters, adding that his family’s aspirations for attaining status in the upper-middle class were not quite attained. “Something happened between the time my father got his paycheck and the time he got home,” he said.

Humor was in the home. He said that he grew up reading H. Allen Smith and Robert Benchley. But upon receiving a degree in business management from Loyola University Chicago, and upon failing to receive a degree from Loyola University School of Law, Newhart toiled in accounting before attempting to make his funny bone pay.

Persuaded of his own comic instincts, Newhart and a business colleague named Ed Gallagher whipped up some amateur recordings. “I would get so bored at the end of the day with accounting that I could call Ed up, and we would improvise routines,” said Newhart, who called them “poor man Bob and Ray routines.” 

Even so, in time, Newhart’s material reached radio airwaves and, eventually, nightclub audiences. Among his favorite gambits was to present himself on the receiving end of a telephone conversation: For example, in the routine “Abe Lincoln vs. Madison Avenue,” Newhart incarnates a press agent conversing with Abraham Lincoln.

“Listen, Abe, I got the note — what’s the problem? … You’re thinking of shaving it off? … Abe, don’t you see that’s part of the image?” the press agent says to the unheard 16th president. Later, the topic of a certain Union Army commander comes up: “Now, what’s this about Grant? … You’re getting a lot of complaints on Grant’s drinking, huh? … Abe, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t see the problem. I mean, you knew he was a lush when you appointed him.”

Such routines became the raw material for a series of widely beloved comic albums, including his debut, The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart, which, in 1960, was not only a hit with record-buyers but won Grammys for album of the year and best new artist. This was succeeded by Behind the Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart (1961), Bob Newhart Faces Bob Newhart (1964), and The Windmills Are Weakening (1965), among others.  

Yet to take full measure of Newhart’s humor required more than just listening to him. The audience really needed to see his face: glum, bedraggled, maybe even slightly ornery were it not for his perpetual self-deprecation. Fleetingly, in 1961, Newhart was installed as the host of his own variety show, The Bob Newhart Show, and there were guest appearances in all the usual places: The Ed Sullivan Show, The Judy Garland Show, and so on. Finally, in 1972, CBS had the wisdom to give the comic his own sitcom, The Bob Newhart Show

Playing a psychologist on the classic show, Newhart had found the perfect fictitious vantage point to observe the human parade, which, after all, had been the secret to his comedy all along. “There is this man, me, who keeps looking at the world and saying, ‘This is crazy,’” Newhart told American Masters.

Although The Bob Newhart Show concluded its run in 1978, the public still found its star a meekly humane source of identification, and, from 1982 to 1990, CBS aired a second sitcom, Newhart. This time, the star was a Vermont innkeeper inundated with misfits, though nothing could have been more idiosyncratic than the ending to the show itself: The last episode’s last scene makes it clear that the entire series had occurred in the dream state of the psychologist from The Bob Newhart Show.

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Newhart had his share of movie work, but his quiet, retiring demeanor was never a natural fit for the big screen. He had supporting roles in Hell is for Heroes (1962) and Hot Millions (1968), though his best movie part was surely as Major Major in Mike Nichols’s 1970 adaptation of Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. In the 21st century, he logged memorable appearances in Elf (2003) and on The Big Bang Theory or Young Sheldon. 

It is unlikely that so ordinary a man will ever again have such an extraordinary show-business career.

Peter Tonguette is a contributing writer to the Washington Examiner magazine. 

2024-07-26 03:00:00, http://s.wordpress.com/mshots/v1/https%3A%2F%2Fwww.washingtonexaminer.com%2Fmagazine-obituary%2F3098886%2Fbob-newhart-1929-2024%2F?w=600&h=450, Bob Newhart preferred his comedy to be neither shaken nor stirred but served dry — very, very dry. The influential stand-up comedian, renowned sitcom star, and periodic motion picture player put forth a persona that was sharp, smart, and, above all, straight-laced.  Bob Newhart, 1929-2024 (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP) Newhart, who died on July 18 at age,

Bob Newhart preferred his comedy to be neither shaken nor stirred but served dry — very, very dry.

The influential stand-up comedian, renowned sitcom star, and periodic motion picture player put forth a persona that was sharp, smart, and, above all, straight-laced. 

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Bob Newhart, 1929-2024 (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP)

Newhart, who died on July 18 at age 94, seemed earnestly perplexed by the universe in which he lived. He had the countenance of an accountant, which he had been at one point, and the demeanor of a psychologist, which he once played on TV. Even his faint stammer, which was authentic even as he marshaled it for comedic purposes, could be considered a condition of his bewilderment. Newhart proved that the flat could be funny.

Some comics work for years to develop their stage identities, but Newhart seemed to have been born with the rudiments of his persona. Those who listened to his comedy albums or watched his TV shows could scarcely have conceived a more appropriate biography than the real one: A son of the Midwest — he was one of four children born to George and Julia Newhart in Oak Park, Illinois — Newhart was not a rebel or subversive but an ordinary, if amused, participant in the midcentury American dream.

“From the outside in, it appeared a very normal upbringing,” Newhart said in a 2005 interview for the PBS series American Masters, adding that his family’s aspirations for attaining status in the upper-middle class were not quite attained. “Something happened between the time my father got his paycheck and the time he got home,” he said.

Humor was in the home. He said that he grew up reading H. Allen Smith and Robert Benchley. But upon receiving a degree in business management from Loyola University Chicago, and upon failing to receive a degree from Loyola University School of Law, Newhart toiled in accounting before attempting to make his funny bone pay.

Persuaded of his own comic instincts, Newhart and a business colleague named Ed Gallagher whipped up some amateur recordings. “I would get so bored at the end of the day with accounting that I could call Ed up, and we would improvise routines,” said Newhart, who called them “poor man Bob and Ray routines.” 

Even so, in time, Newhart’s material reached radio airwaves and, eventually, nightclub audiences. Among his favorite gambits was to present himself on the receiving end of a telephone conversation: For example, in the routine “Abe Lincoln vs. Madison Avenue,” Newhart incarnates a press agent conversing with Abraham Lincoln.

“Listen, Abe, I got the note — what’s the problem? … You’re thinking of shaving it off? … Abe, don’t you see that’s part of the image?” the press agent says to the unheard 16th president. Later, the topic of a certain Union Army commander comes up: “Now, what’s this about Grant? … You’re getting a lot of complaints on Grant’s drinking, huh? … Abe, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t see the problem. I mean, you knew he was a lush when you appointed him.”

Such routines became the raw material for a series of widely beloved comic albums, including his debut, The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart, which, in 1960, was not only a hit with record-buyers but won Grammys for album of the year and best new artist. This was succeeded by Behind the Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart (1961), Bob Newhart Faces Bob Newhart (1964), and The Windmills Are Weakening (1965), among others.  

Yet to take full measure of Newhart’s humor required more than just listening to him. The audience really needed to see his face: glum, bedraggled, maybe even slightly ornery were it not for his perpetual self-deprecation. Fleetingly, in 1961, Newhart was installed as the host of his own variety show, The Bob Newhart Show, and there were guest appearances in all the usual places: The Ed Sullivan Show, The Judy Garland Show, and so on. Finally, in 1972, CBS had the wisdom to give the comic his own sitcom, The Bob Newhart Show

Playing a psychologist on the classic show, Newhart had found the perfect fictitious vantage point to observe the human parade, which, after all, had been the secret to his comedy all along. “There is this man, me, who keeps looking at the world and saying, ‘This is crazy,’” Newhart told American Masters.

Although The Bob Newhart Show concluded its run in 1978, the public still found its star a meekly humane source of identification, and, from 1982 to 1990, CBS aired a second sitcom, Newhart. This time, the star was a Vermont innkeeper inundated with misfits, though nothing could have been more idiosyncratic than the ending to the show itself: The last episode’s last scene makes it clear that the entire series had occurred in the dream state of the psychologist from The Bob Newhart Show.

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Newhart had his share of movie work, but his quiet, retiring demeanor was never a natural fit for the big screen. He had supporting roles in Hell is for Heroes (1962) and Hot Millions (1968), though his best movie part was surely as Major Major in Mike Nichols’s 1970 adaptation of Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. In the 21st century, he logged memorable appearances in Elf (2003) and on The Big Bang Theory or Young Sheldon. 

It is unlikely that so ordinary a man will ever again have such an extraordinary show-business career.

Peter Tonguette is a contributing writer to the Washington Examiner magazine. 

, Bob Newhart preferred his comedy to be neither shaken nor stirred but served dry — very, very dry. The influential stand-up comedian, renowned sitcom star, and periodic motion picture player put forth a persona that was sharp, smart, and, above all, straight-laced.  Bob Newhart, 1929-2024 (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP) Newhart, who died on July 18 at age 94, seemed earnestly perplexed by the universe in which he lived. He had the countenance of an accountant, which he had been at one point, and the demeanor of a psychologist, which he once played on TV. Even his faint stammer, which was authentic even as he marshaled it for comedic purposes, could be considered a condition of his bewilderment. Newhart proved that the flat could be funny. Some comics work for years to develop their stage identities, but Newhart seemed to have been born with the rudiments of his persona. Those who listened to his comedy albums or watched his TV shows could scarcely have conceived a more appropriate biography than the real one: A son of the Midwest — he was one of four children born to George and Julia Newhart in Oak Park, Illinois — Newhart was not a rebel or subversive but an ordinary, if amused, participant in the midcentury American dream. “From the outside in, it appeared a very normal upbringing,” Newhart said in a 2005 interview for the PBS series American Masters, adding that his family’s aspirations for attaining status in the upper-middle class were not quite attained. “Something happened between the time my father got his paycheck and the time he got home,” he said. Humor was in the home. He said that he grew up reading H. Allen Smith and Robert Benchley. But upon receiving a degree in business management from Loyola University Chicago, and upon failing to receive a degree from Loyola University School of Law, Newhart toiled in accounting before attempting to make his funny bone pay. Persuaded of his own comic instincts, Newhart and a business colleague named Ed Gallagher whipped up some amateur recordings. “I would get so bored at the end of the day with accounting that I could call Ed up, and we would improvise routines,” said Newhart, who called them “poor man Bob and Ray routines.”  Even so, in time, Newhart’s material reached radio airwaves and, eventually, nightclub audiences. Among his favorite gambits was to present himself on the receiving end of a telephone conversation: For example, in the routine “Abe Lincoln vs. Madison Avenue,” Newhart incarnates a press agent conversing with Abraham Lincoln. “Listen, Abe, I got the note — what’s the problem? … You’re thinking of shaving it off? … Abe, don’t you see that’s part of the image?” the press agent says to the unheard 16th president. Later, the topic of a certain Union Army commander comes up: “Now, what’s this about Grant? … You’re getting a lot of complaints on Grant’s drinking, huh? … Abe, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t see the problem. I mean, you knew he was a lush when you appointed him.” Such routines became the raw material for a series of widely beloved comic albums, including his debut, The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart, which, in 1960, was not only a hit with record-buyers but won Grammys for album of the year and best new artist. This was succeeded by Behind the Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart (1961), Bob Newhart Faces Bob Newhart (1964), and The Windmills Are Weakening (1965), among others.   Yet to take full measure of Newhart’s humor required more than just listening to him. The audience really needed to see his face: glum, bedraggled, maybe even slightly ornery were it not for his perpetual self-deprecation. Fleetingly, in 1961, Newhart was installed as the host of his own variety show, The Bob Newhart Show, and there were guest appearances in all the usual places: The Ed Sullivan Show, The Judy Garland Show, and so on. Finally, in 1972, CBS had the wisdom to give the comic his own sitcom, The Bob Newhart Show.  Playing a psychologist on the classic show, Newhart had found the perfect fictitious vantage point to observe the human parade, which, after all, had been the secret to his comedy all along. “There is this man, me, who keeps looking at the world and saying, ‘This is crazy,’” Newhart told American Masters. Although The Bob Newhart Show concluded its run in 1978, the public still found its star a meekly humane source of identification, and, from 1982 to 1990, CBS aired a second sitcom, Newhart. This time, the star was a Vermont innkeeper inundated with misfits, though nothing could have been more idiosyncratic than the ending to the show itself: The last episode’s last scene makes it clear that the entire series had occurred in the dream state of the psychologist from The Bob Newhart Show. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE FROM THE WASHINGTON EXAMINER Newhart had his share of movie work, but his quiet, retiring demeanor was never a natural fit for the big screen. He had supporting roles in Hell is for Heroes (1962) and Hot Millions (1968), though his best movie part was surely as Major Major in Mike Nichols’s 1970 adaptation of Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. In the 21st century, he logged memorable appearances in Elf (2003) and on The Big Bang Theory or Young Sheldon.  It is unlikely that so ordinary a man will ever again have such an extraordinary show-business career. 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Kinky Friedman, 1944-2024

If someone were to put the populism of Donald Trump, the unreconstructed libertarianism of Ron Paul, the midlevel star power of Jesse Ventura, and the Texas twang of Ross Perot into a blender, Kinky Friedman might just have emerged.

The singer-songwriter, man of letters, adopted son of the Lone Star State, and sort of serious political contender died on June 27 at the age of 79.

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Kinky Friedman. (AP Photo/Eric Gay)

Perplexed people looking for leading indicators of the present political moment could do worse than to take a long hard look at the 2006 Texas gubernatorial election. That year, incumbent Republican Gov. Rick Perry faced formidable challenges from not only Democratic contender Chris Bell but independent candidates Carole Keeton Strayhorn and the already world-famous Friedman. 

Born in Chicago in 1944 to psychologist Thomas Friedman and his wife, Minnie, Richard Samet Friedman (as he was then known) likely had little conscious memory of his hometown: While he was a very small child, his parents, who were Jewish, pulled up stakes for the Texas Hill Country. There, they established a 266-acre camp for children called Echo Hill Ranch, which continues to operate to the present day. He spoke of his upbringing with sincere appreciation.

Perry managed to remain in residence at the Texas Governor’s Mansion, but Strayhorn and Friedman, between them, amassed 30.5% of the vote. And, in a larger, more profound way, the don’t-give-a-damn outsider politics of Friedman have utterly supplanted the play-it-safe insider politics of Perry and his ilk. Can anyone doubt that Friedman, had he somehow captured the governorship and felt compelled to make a quixotic White House run, would have fared better than the notoriously bad presidential aspirant Perry later did? 

Long before he gave American electoral politics a welcome kick in the pants, Kinky Friedman had fashioned a career out of giving American pieties and platitudes a fulsome ribbing. In his capacity as a cheeky, intentionally offensive country-rock singer-songwriter, Friedman sent up both his times and his chosen genre. 

“I was bar mitzvahed in Houston and went to Hebrew school,” Friedman said in a 2012 interview with journalist Simon Marks. “I was raised as a Jew in Texas, even though people on the East Coast don’t think that’s possible.” He added, “It’s a good thing to grow up in a minority. … It also makes a good artist or author to be on the outside looking in.”

Friedman did stints at the University of Texas, from which he received a bachelor’s degree in 1966, and in the Peace Corps. Then he found an artistic outlet for his naturally acerbic personality: country music that was sometimes poetic, frequently profane, and surprisingly popular. In his heyday in the 1970s, Friedman brought his ingratiating manner, Western garb, and appealing voice to tunes with titles like “Arsehole from El Paso” and “Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed,” the latter of which included lines undoubtedly conceived with the sole intention of inciting vitriol from feminists: “Before you make your weekly visit to the shrink/ You’d better occupy the kitchen/ Liberate the sink.”

This sort of thing might be expected to have a short half-life, and by the 1980s, Friedman had begun the process of diversifying his repertoire. He became an unlikely specialist in quasi-comic, semi-autobiographical mystery novels, including Greenwich Killing Time (1986), Elvis, Jesus and Coca-Cola (1993), and Armadillos and Old Lace (1994), and his views on modern life were given unfiltered expression in a column for Texas Monthly. As much as Fran Lebowitz, Friedman became less known for any single work of art, literary or otherwise, than for incarnating a certain disaffected comic persona.

It was this attitude of cynical comic candor that Friedman brought to his 2006 gubernatorial campaign, which melded actual policy notions (an inimitably Texas-style stew that included legalizing marijuana and beefing up border security) with the more general aim of underscoring, through his presence, the weaknesses of the politicians around him. During a debate with his fellow candidates, Friedman defined “politics” this way: “‘Poli’ means more than one [and] ‘ticks’ are blood-sucking parasites,” he said. And, defending his outre language in past public utterances, he said, “If you ain’t offending somebody, you ain’t getting anything done.” That Perry’s rejoinder to Friedman, something about how “words matter,” sounds so lame is a sign of how Friedman-style bluntness has become the coin of the realm.

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Yet his pugnaciousness and political incorrectness should not constitute his entire legacy: Entirely unfaked was his devotion to maintaining his parents’ camp, which focused on serving children of military personnel who had lost their lives, and to his dogs, one of whom he named Winston Randolph Spencer Churchill Friedman. (Entirely unfaked, too, was his admiration, frequently repeated, for the greatest of all British prime ministers.)

In 2015, when he was promoting his new album, The Loneliest Man I Ever Met, I had the fun fortune of interviewing Friedman by phone. His politics were, as ever, ecumenical. “I wouldn’t mind voting for, of the group, Ben Carson, Trump, and Bernie Sanders,” he told me back then. “You’ve got three men who I know are not corrupt.” Other than that, though, he was not optimistic. “They’re the Crips and the Bloods, the Republicans and Democrats,” he said. “And I like my idea of limiting all elected officials to two terms: one in office and one in prison.”

Peter Tonguette is a contributing writer to the Washington Examiner magazine.