A slightly re-worked version of the Woody Van Dyke – Nelson Eddy comments re: Nelson’s acting ability:

Actors Aren’t Egotistical by Jack Benny

From Screen & Radio Weekly, Sunday the 13th of February 1938:
Actors Aren’t Egotistical

By Jack Benny

A Radio Comedian Turned Screen Actor Here Gives You His Evaluation of His Co-Workers and, in the Benny Manner, Emerges with All Banners Flying in His Defense of This Maligned Profession.

Jack Benny, as everybody but an unidentified man in French Indo-China knows, appears on NBC Sunday nights with his radio troupe. His next film for Paramount is called “Never Say Die.”

HERE is something I’ve wanted to get off my chest for years. I expect to be given arguments about it. There will be many snorts of “Oh, yeah?” But a Benny never falters for mere snorts. He’s faced too many dead-on-their-seats audience.

I say actors as a class aren’t nearly so sold on themselves as non-professionals think. Here’s what I mean:

An Irishman named Mike wanted to go for a sleigh ride and he didn’t have a sled. His friend Pat did. Mike thought over the situation and he said to his wife:

“Sure it’s a fine morning for a sleigh ride. I wish I had a sled.”

“Well, Pat has a sled. Why don’t you go over and ask him if you can borrow it,” said his wife.

“Ah, he’d never let me have it, the tightwad,” said Mike.

“Maybe he would. Go ask him, Mike,” said his wife.

So Mike started for Pat’s house, and all the way he muttered to himself: “He’ll never do it. I don’t know why I should be after asking him. Fine friend he is. He wouldn’t give me a potato if I was starving.”

By the time he reached Pat’s house he’d worked himself up into a fury. He pounded on the door and when Pat stuck his head out Mike shouted:

“Listen, I don’t want your so-and-so sled. You can keep it!”

THAT’S the way people are about actors. Everybody outside of show business thinks everybody inside is egotistical, conceited, egocentric and all the other fine sounding adjectives that mean stuck-on-yourself. An actor is licked before he has a chance to open his mouth to defend himself. People say: “Of course he’s conceited. If he weren’t he wouldn’t be an actor.”

Who wants to bet? I’ve been in show business for more than 20 years and I’ve known a whale of a lot of actors. I say they’re no more in love with themselves than other men and less than some classes of men. High-powered salesmen, for instance, or hotel managers. If an actor talked about his performances at the length to which I’ve heard salesmen go in describing big deals they’ve put over single-handed, some listener would get mad and pop him on the nose.

I’ve found hotel managers who could praise themselves by the hour. When I went to Europe last summer I came home 10 days earlier just so I could drive from Chicago to Los Angeles, taking my time along the way; and it takes a lot of time in that Maxwell of mine. I liked that part of the trip better than anything in Europe, except maybe London. This is a great country to drive over. I remember one night I stopped in a hotel in a fair sized Middle-Western city. After I’d gone to my room the manager sent me to his suite for cocktails. He said his wife and daughter would enjoy meeting me.

I went, of course. It is always flattering when folks say they want to meet you. I expected to be asked a few questions about Hollywood and motion pictures and radio. But from the time I crossed that guy’s threshold Jack Benny did a complete fade-out, conversationally. He had me there for the sole purpose of telling me how wonderful he was. He enumerated the hotels he’d put on a big paying basis. It would be no trouble for him to show them how to run the Ritz. Then he started in on what was the matter with the way motion pictures are made and how he could improve them. Pretty soon he was telling me how to run my radio shows.

A couple of times I got as far as, “That reminds me,” but no farther. Finally his daughter said, “Daddy, I wish you’d let Mr. Benny talk a little.” It was no use. He was too busy to hear her.

I DON’T know any actors who could get away with a monolog like that. I don’t know any actors who would try. Sometimes in a discussion of the self-importance of those in my profession I’ve asked critics to name six who have one overboard. They never get beyond two, even in Hollywood, where it is supposed to be a case of dog eat dog.

Take fellows like Bing Crosby. He has earned a race track, a handsome hut in the San Fernando Valley, a ranch at Sante Fe Springs, a yacht and plenty of money to run ‘em all, by his own efforts. He has one of the most popular radio programs on the air and his pictures are in greater demand every time a new one is released. Yet Bing will proclaim to anyone who will listen that he knows “from nothing” about acting. One of his favorite occupations is poking fun at himself as an actor.

Nelson Eddy, who is swamped by fan-mail most of which is sweetly scented, loves to tell about the time Woody Van Dyke, the director, met him outside the Chinese Theater after the premiere of “Naughty Marletta.” The director asked Nelson how it felt to be a great actor, “But I’m not an actor,” said Nelson. “I know that,” said Van Dyke, “but how does it feel?”

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Founding members of the Marin Music Chest – which turns 75 this year – invited many of the world’s greatest musical artists to present outdoor concerts at Forest Meadows on the campus of Dominican College well before it became a university.

Come they did: Isaac Stern, Arthur Rubenstein, Gregor Piatogorsky, Rise Stevens, Mario Lanza, Jose Iturbi, Yehudi Menuhin, Arthur Fiedler.

They were among a legion of performers who drew huge crowds from 1934 to the mid-1970s, after which freeway noise and competition from San Francisco made the concerts infeasible.

Part of the founders’ dream in 1933 had been to raise scholarship money for young musicians in Marin.

That dream persists 75 years later.

In April, 13 young Marin musicians were awarded scholarships ranging from $700 to $1,000 to continue their musical studies. They are among 500 who over the years have received Music Chest scholarships totaling more than $1 million. Many former winners have gone on to distinguished careers in music: Pulitzer Prize-winning composer David del Tredici; soprano Jane Marsh, who sang at the Metropolitan and San Francisco Operas; Joseph Alessi, principal trombone with the New York Philharmonic; Joanna Berman, who became a principal dancer for the San Francisco Ballet, and many others….

The organization began in 1933, but had its first outdoor concert in September 1934. Subscribers could attend for 25 cents; nonsubscribers had to pay $3.

The debut artist was romantic baritone Nelson Eddy, who became internationally famous the next year when he played opposite Jeanette MacDonald in the musical film, “Naughty Marietta.” An Independent Journal story said the crowd was more than 4,000. Eddy made a second appearance in 1935 and was mobbed by autograph-seekers.

The concerts, a minimum of four a year, were held in the Forest Meadows area of the Dominican campus, to the right of the current home of the Marin Shakespeare Company. Concertgoers sat under the trees on 1,000 benches furnished by the chest.

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