Joey Bishop, born Joseph Abraham Gottlieb almost 90 years ago in what is the Morrisania section of the Bronx, died late last Thursday. I must admit, I was never a very big fan of Joey's, but his passing brings to mind a comedy team I did admire, a pair of unlikely vaudevillians, Bacon and Eggs, that is, Joey Bacon and Sammy Eggs. Both members of my congregation in the early days of Beth Yuiz Miwom Annow. They'd come on with their famous theme song:
"We're Bacon and Eggs,
We're pals and we're chums,
When one of us is singing,
The other one hums!
We're Bacon and Eggs,
We're Bacon and Eggs,
When one of us is broke,
The other one begs."
Here are a few "bits" I remember.
BACON: My friend has been elected mayor.
EGGS: Honestly?
BACON: What does that matter?
Or:
BACON: My father killed a hundred men in the war.
EGGS: What was he? A Gunner?
BACON: Nope, a cook.
Or:
BACON: I want to ask for the hand of your daughter in marriage.
EGGS: You’re an idiot!
BACON: I know it. But I didn’t suppose you’d object to another one in the family.
Now, that's when comedy was king.
1 comment:
Sylvie here, Moshe and I just need to tell you that my bubbie and zaydie are out there rolling over in their graves as you write about bacon. Are you eating bacon when you go to Mortie's coffee shop at corner? Ugh, this gives me the indigestion.
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