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The multitalented Rat Packer Sammy Davis Jr. was born in Harlem in 1925. Dubbed "the world's greatest entertainer," Davis made his film debut at age 7 in the Ethel Waters movie Rufus Jones for President. A vocalist, dancer, impressionist, drummer and star, Davis was irrepressible, and did not enable racism or even the loss of an eye to stop him. Behind his frenetic motion was a dazzling, academic guy who absorbed knowledge from his chosen teachers-- consisting of Frank Sinatra, Humphrey Bogart, and Jack Benny. In his 1965 autobiography, Yes I Can: The Story of Sammy Davis, Jr., Davis openly stated whatever from the racist violence he faced in the army to his conversion to Judaism, which began with the gift of a mezuzah from the comic Eddie Cantor. However the entertainer also had a damaging side, further stated in his 2nd autobiography, Why Me?-- which led Davis to suffer a cardiovascular disease onstage, drunkenly propose to his very first partner, and spend thousands of dollars on bespoke matches and great fashion jewelry. Driving everything was a lifelong battle for approval and love. "I have actually got to be a star!" he wrote. "I have to be a star like another man needs to breathe."
The boy of a showgirl and a dancer, Davis took a trip the country with his father, Sam Davis Sr. and "Uncle" Will Mastin. His schooling was the numerous hours he invested backstage studying his mentors' every move. Davis was just a young child when Mastin initially put the expressive child onstage, sitting him in the lap of a female entertainer and training the young boy from the wings. As Davis later recalled:
The prima donna struck a high note and Will held his nose. I held my nose, too. However Will's faces weren't half as funny as the prima donna's so I began copying hers rather: when her lips shivered, my lips shivered, and I followed her all the way from a heaving bosom to a trembling jaw. The people out front were seeing me, chuckling. When we got off, Will knelt to my height. "Listen to that applause, Sammy" ... My father was crouched next to me, too, smiling ..." You're a born assailant, child, a born mugger."
Davis was formally made part of the act, ultimately renamed the Will Mastin Trio. He performed in 50 cities by the time he was 4, coddled by his fellow vaudevillians as the trio took a trip from one rooming house to another. "I never felt I lacked a house," he writes. "We carried our roots with us: our very same boxes of makeup in front of the mirrors, our exact same clothes holding on iron pipeline racks with our exact same shoes under them." wo of a Kind
In the late 1940s, the Will Mastin Trio got a huge break: They were scheduled as part of a Mickey Rooney taking a trip review. Davis soaked up Rooney's every relocation onstage, admiring his ability to "touch" the audience. "When Mickey was on phase, he may have pulled levers labeled 'cry' and 'laugh.' He could work the audience like clay," Davis remembered. Rooney was similarly amazed with Davis's talent, and quickly added Davis's impressions to the act, giving him billing on posters revealing the program. When Davis thanked him, Rooney brushed it off: "Let's not get sickening about this," he said. The two-- a set of a little developed, precocious pros who never had youths-- also became excellent buddies. "Between shows we played gin and there was constantly a record player going," Davis wrote. "He had a wire recorder and we ad-libbed all kinds of bits into it, and composed songs, including a whole score for a musical." One night at a party, a protective Rooney punched a guy who had released a racist tirade versus Davis; it took four males to drag the star away. At the end of the tour, the good friends stated their farewells: a wistful Rooney on the descent, Davis on the climb. "So long, friend," Rooney said. "What the hell, possibly one day we'll get our innings."
In November 1954, Davis and the Will Mastin Greatest Entertainer Trio's decades-long dreams were lastly coming true. They were headlining for $7,500 a week at the New Frontier Gambling Establishment, and had actually even been offered suites in the hotel-- instead of dealing with the typical indignity of staying in the "colored" part of town. To commemorate, Sam Sr. and Will provided Davis with a brand-new Cadillac, total with his initials painted on the traveler side door. After a night performing and betting, Davis drove to L.A for a recording session. He later recalled: It was among those spectacular early mornings when you can just remember the good ideas ... My fingers fit completely into the ridges around the steering wheel, and the clear desert air streaming in through the window was covering itself around my face like some beautiful, swinging chick giving me a facial. I switched on the radio, it filled the vehicle with music, and I heard my own voice singing "Hey, There." This magic flight was shattered when the Cadillac rammed into a lady making an ill-advised U-turn. Davis's face knocked into a protruding horn button in the center of the driver's wheel. (That design would soon be upgraded because of his accident.) He staggered out of the car, concentrated on his assistant, Charley, whose jaw was horrifically hanging slack, blood pouring out of it. "He pointed to my face, closed his eyes and groaned," Davis writes. "I rose. As I ran my turn over my cheek, I felt my eye hanging there by a string. Frantically I attempted to stuff it back in, like if I might do that it would remain there and nobody would understand, it would be as though nothing had actually occurred. The ground went out from under me and I was on my knees. 'Do not let me go blind. Please, God, don't take it all away.'".