My earliest recollections of Groucho Marx was my father trying to rather comicly mimic this amply moustached cigar smoking comedian. Papa's mouch being rather sparse competition.
When told his name - i always pictured him as this grumpy old man who was mean to little kids and waddled after them menacingly waving his cigar around.
Resultant nightmares and a yelling from the mother ,ensured that my father never brought him up again!
And me,too young to appreciate the eldest Marx brother for what he really was,faded away into a corner of my childhood memories.
When told his name - i always pictured him as this grumpy old man who was mean to little kids and waddled after them menacingly waving his cigar around.
Resultant nightmares and a yelling from the mother ,ensured that my father never brought him up again!
And me,too young to appreciate the eldest Marx brother for what he really was,faded away into a corner of my childhood memories.
Until two years, when i came across one "Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana."
Not such a grouch after all eh?
I looked up the rest, to see if they matched up.
Not such a grouch after all eh?
I looked up the rest, to see if they matched up.
They did. and i was hooked.
Famously known for his "Paraprosdokians''
Besides his timeless dialogues,he's been immortalised in a way,with the spectacle and moustache face masks that everyone loves to own.
Groucho Marx's wit is one-of-a-kind.
As a rather tiny dedication to the genius of his works which never fail to make me laugh out loud.
I begin my amateur beginning to blogging on a few of my favourite quotes,with his.
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