“Danny Kaye Breezes In”

The Pittsburgh Press – Feb. 4, 1956

By: Guy Wright

To his fans pyrotechnic Danny Kaye is a jet-propelled funnyman with ants in his overdrive.

But to himself a model of repose.

He gave that one-man opinion of himself during a whirlwind round of activities to launch his new movie, “The Court Jester,” at Loew’s Penn Theater yesterday.

“I’m really a placid fellow by nature,” he insisted, leaning forward in his chair like a coiled spring.

“Most people think I’m high strung, the nervous type. It only looks that way because I’m being rushed around all the time,” he scoffed.

“I rest as hard as I work. I have a little shack at Palm Springs. After I finish one of these tours I go there and just loaf. If I didn’t I couldn’t keep up this pace. Even a battery needs recharging occasionally.”

He ticked off his recent itinerary on his expressive fingers, and it sounded like Rand-McNally hooked to a sky rocket.

“One day in Paris. One day in Bern. Then to Copenhagen for one day. Stockholm next. Then London. Back to Paris—”

The reporters’ pencils fell hopelessly behind as the recitation took on the tempo of one of Kaye’s scat routines.

“New York, California, Birmingham, Chicago, Cincinnati.” He gasped for breath and concluded—

“And then I went to Mayo Clinic. I go there every year. They said I am a very healthy fellow and should go home and lie down.”

But he didn’t. Instead he is flying back to London soon for a benefit performance. The benefit, appropriately, is Caribbean hurricane relief.

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