Medford mail tribune., November 24, 1963, Image 53

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My
Side
of the
Story
By Mrs. ALAN KING
as told to lack Ryan
AT THE Inaugural Ball for
-Tjl John F. Kennedy, the
new President came up to
me and asked: "How could
your husband say such
things about such a charm
ing woman?"
I don't know about that "charm
ing: woman" part, but I do know
that many people ask me about my
husband and his jokes about our
family life: I am the meticulous
housewife who is bo neat that when
Alan gets up during the night he
returns to find the bed made; I am
the unappreciative mate, who after
three trips to Europe and one
around the world, complains: "You
never take me any place!"
Well, let me tell you my side of
the story. When I married Alan at
17 (he was 18), I knew what I was
in for. I had met him four years
earlier at an assembly in our junior
high" school in Brooklyn. He had
just won a prize for playing the
snare drums, and he came over to
show off his prize with character
istic modesty.
In the dating years that followed,
Alan assured me that he was going
to be a successful comedian or
maybe football player and we
would marry and have a big home
and many cars. We never doubted
it, but others did. For instance,
Alan would "take leave" of school
to see all the vaudeville shows : even
now he boasts of seeing his idol
Willie Howard in 26 consecutive
performances. "Ah, that boy," Al
an's mother would sigh. "He'll do
anything to avoid work."
Actually, Alan never stopped
.working. His father had been
injured by a hit-and-run driver and
that, coupled with the Depression,
kept the family on relief much of
the time. Relief is supposed to make
some people lazy: it made Alan
an unrelenting worker, determined
never to have to depend on anybody
but himself.
His proud father helped. Did
Alan want to study music? Then
Pop walked across the Williamsburg
Bridge to a temporary job and
saved six cents a day toward his
son's lessons. Did Alan want to be
a football player? Pop was on
the side lines encouraging him to
practice. And when Alan threatened
to run away from home because his
mother insisted he give up vaude
ville watching, his father said:
"Let's eat first, son, then I'll go
with you." His father didn't care
how Alan worked his way out of
the tenements just so he got out.
Alan started working as a co
median at 14 in the Catskill Moun
tain summer resorts. At 15 he had
his own band. He would stay in
school during the football season,
then hunt work in New York clubs
until the resort season began. While
most kids were lagging pennies or
playing stickball, Alan was making
his own way and helping support
his family.
I lived three blocks away and, by
Alan's standards, was "rich." We
were engaged when I was 16,
and I got a wonderful engagement
ring. Alan's club work had earned
every penny that went to buy it,
and he promised it was only the
beginning. My family, however,
was still against my marrying
"that boy" why he didn't even
have a trade or job! When I in
sisted, my father tried to placate
my mother: "Remember, dear, when
he gets this show business out of
his system there's a place for him
in our family business."
My family is in tombstones.
Somehow I never could se Alan as
a tombstone salesman.
When my high-school prom
came, I was the proudest girl
there because my date, Alan, was
the only boy who owned his own
tuxedo even though he still lived
on the "wrong side" of the neigh
borhood. And afterward I went to a
night club for the first time and
saw Alan's former roommate team
with a zany comedian in a brand
new act Dean Martin and Jerry
Lewis. I'm sure no girl ever had
a more exciting prom.
We married shortly after my
graduation Alan had long since
quit school and my very mature
18-year-old husband assured me our
troubles were over. Instead every
thing went wrong. On our way back
from our honeymoon, the bottom fell
out of the car which Alan was de
pending on to get from engagement
to engagement. Then he got a job
for the whole summer at a nice re
sort, but the owners jammed the two
of us in a tiny airless room. This
wasn't the suite Alan had prom
ised me, so he indignantly quit That
took courage because we had mar
ried with only $217 in the bank.
Now we had car trouble, no job or
prospects and even agent trouble.
Oh, those first years were just as
Mother had predicted !
But Alan never slackened or got
discouraged. Within two years his
career was on the rise, and it has
been going up ever since. When our
boys were born Bobby is now 12
and Andy 8 we moved into a nice
suburban home on Long Island that
certainly was different from our
tenement background. You prob
ably have heard Alan talk about
that house. He claims I sold him on
it by saying it had belonged to a
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