“Clyde: I wondered why he had his hand on his hip when I shot him.”

— Jack Benny

The Jack Benny Program (Radio: 1932-1955), The Jack Benny Program (Television: 1950-1965)

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comedian, vaudeville performer, and radio, television, and … 1894–1974

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