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I love the old Charlie Chan movies, particularly the ones staring Sidney
Toler as Chan. Most of the disks on which these movies appear also include
interesting bonus material about the production, the actors, and the
real-life people and situations that may have inspired the series.
One of these bonus tracks was mainly about
Kay Linaker, an actress who stared in four of the Chans, and later,
under the name Kate Phillips, co-wrote The Blob. When I heard that
well into her 90s, she taught acting and screenwriting, I wondered
whether her students appreciated the wealth of history and experience
she embodied, and whether they listened with amazement and delight,
as I would have, when she told stories of what her life had been
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Sidney Toler and Kay Linaker |
Thinking about Ms. Linaker/Phillips, I remembered the teachers who had
had a strong influence on me. There was the elementary school teacher
who persuaded me to make the leap from picture books to chapter books.
I wish I could remember her name. In junior high, now called middle school,
an English teacher named Miss Byers occasionally gave up her lunch hour
to listen to me read out loud from the novel I was writing. I suspect
it wasn't a very good novel, but she listened and smiled and encouraged
me to continue. Amazing.
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In college, one of my instructors
was Professor Irwin Swerdlow. Some of us called him Teddy
Bear Swerdlow because he was built sort of like a stuffed animal, but
he was an absolutely superb teacher. I tried to pin down his accent,
but I never could. I learned later that he'd been all over the
world, sometimes an actor, sometimes a theater manager, sometimes
a teacher. Apparently, he'd picked up another local inflection
wherever he went.
But the most interesting thing about his teaching
was that unlike most literature teachers I'd come across, who were
interest in what things "meant" or what they "stood
for," Professor Swerdlow always said, "Get the story right." And
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Going
to one of his classes was like sitting around a campfire listening
to the local shaman tell how the world became the way it was.
And his tests were like that, too. "Tell me about 'The King
and the Corpse,'" he might say. All you had to do was get
the story right and you could have your A. I didn't care what
course he was teaching, I would sign up for it. And I was not
the only student who "majored in Swerdlow."
Chances
are good that if I'd gone to the college where Ms. Phillips taught,
I would have majored in Phillips too.
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Kate Phillips |
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