Laughing Gravy - Pressbook Stories

As usual the credibility of pressbook copy is far from absolute. And yet such approved publicity seldom fails to intrigue, as witness this story designed to promote interest in LAUGHING GRAVY:

"Rarely will that famous comedy team, Laurel & Hardy, make demands of the men's wardrobe department. In the four years that they have been starred they have worn but a half dozen different outfits.


"Their usual character clothes are familiar to all their fans - those torn suits of nondescript style, cut and color. Twice they have worn Uncle Sam's sailor costume and twice they have featured the convict suit. In one comedy, BRATS, they even wore children's clothes. Not very long ago they ordered new business suits for their more dignified roles - if one could class the roles of Laurel and Hardy as dignified. Some of their comedies demand the use of flannel underwear, and others necessitate flannel nightgowns or pajamas.

"There are exceptions to all habits, rules and regulations, however, and in the preparation of LAUGHING GRAVY, Laurel and Hardy's latest comedy, which is now on the program at the Theatre, the boys kept the men's wardrobe department busy with their demands for flannel nightgowns and pajamas.

"Four garments alone were made for Oliver Hardy, and it is readily seen that his girth is about twice that of an ordinary sized person. Mr. Laurel, being rather a meek sort of a person was allowed but one.

"Film history is full of funny pairs of people, but never has there been such a successful alliance. And what a perfect contrast in personalities! The piteous dejection of Laurel is that of a man whose philosophy has forever failed him and the suppressed indignation of Hardy is eloquent of a man who nurses impatience and calls it patience.

"Their success has astonished even them. The advent of the talkies and the introduction of foreign versions has not upset them, because these comedians have adjusted themselves to such an extent that they have the whole world rocking with laughter at their antics."

-- by Richard W. Bann --