Speech 3 - "I Wanted to be Richard Burton." (1975)
TITLE: I WANTED TO BE RICHARD BURTON
(Free Club Speech WRITTEN AND delivered to THE Essendon Toastmasters Club
on 25 November 1975 BY WARREN MALONEY)
Mr
Toastmaster,
Whilst
the title suggests some misplaced egotism, I hope it also suggests some of the
frustration that I have experienced in pursuit of a theatrical career.
Actually,
I was forced into a theatrical career by my ancestors. The emotional pressure
has been severe. You see, my paternal grandparents put together a juggling and
acrobatic act known as “The Tossing Testros”. Their name was “Maloney”, but
they chose “Testro” upon passing a certain factory and deciding it had the
right kind of Continental flair for vaudeville jugglers. I understand they spent a lifetime in the
theatre hovering between Poverty and Royal Command performances.
A near
relative was the legendary Maggie Buckley, known throughout Australasia as the
“Red Hot Mama”. Her daughter and my aunt also achieved success as a singer.
Whilst my uncle refers to Aunty Joan as the “Shirlene Clancy” of the Lux radio
shows, she does have lasting fame for the introduction of that soul-searching
evergreen – “Mares eat oats and does eat oats…….”.
Maggie
Buckley and then Joan Blake – Joan’s husband, Rex, sought a stage career, and
perhaps the highlight was a famous night at a live theatre in Melbourne, which
then on Sunday nights, had its own version of “New Faces”. Rex and his un-named associate designed a
comedy act with Rex playing the straight man.
They were in fact to be paid for their performance that night - a treat
in any comic’s career.
Let me
explain an axiomatic point. In comedy, no matter what jokes are told during the
act – the final joke MUST be a clincher. Rex and his associate, having glowed
over their lines that afternoon, faced the live audience brazenly and reeled
off their patter. Absolute silence – not even a nervous cough.
They went
into their clinching final joke, but it passed without response. They had no
alternative but to walk quietly off stage - there to be greeted by a furious
stage manager who was not only NOT going to pay them any money but was about to
dismiss them in a tirade of abuse. But Rex was ever ready – he announced, “My
friend, if you are going to persist with such ignorant audiences, we will
refuse to work for you ever again”.
The
pressure on me mounted again with Joan’s daughter, Stacey, who was the lead in
the remake of “Jesus Christ Superstar” and is a name to be remembered.
You see –
I had to be Richard Burton!
My
illustrious and frustrating career started at the age of 9 years. Our
enterprising teacher, Mrs Box, arranged at the annual speech night for a
brilliant class performance of ROBIN HOOD.
Can you
imagine the sight at the Brunswick Town Hall of 40 darlings chorusing “Robin
Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen …….”, whilst the lead characters
entered stage left, or right? For some reason unbeknown to me, I was given the
part of Friar Tuck. You may smirk, but I was runner-up to the part of Maid Marion.
The Friar
Tuck part did require extensive costuming in monk’s robes. But finances were
tight, and I was decked out in a dressing gown. The problem was that the
ignorant audience misjudged my appearance and thought I had wandered out of
bedtime onto the stage.
The
following year, I had a chance to reach the heights, but I was rejected, for
reasons of build, from being the summit of the human pyramid. I have great
sympathy for Jackie Gleeson.
Perhaps
the greatest moment of my career came in Matric when I produced, directed and
played the lead role in a Jewish tragedy before the Catholic Drama Festival. My
role was of an old Jewish tailor, Maurie, who meets the ghost of his old
friend, Leon. There was no scenery. Impact was through spotlights.
My big
speech was a soliloquy immediately after the death of Leon. Imagine the
opportunity. Pure Burton. The problem was that Adrian Ryan, who played Leon,
after performing a beautiful touching death roll, panicked because the lights
did not go off, and Adrian ran off the stage; I found it impossible to change
the audience’s laughter to tears.
It has
been frustrating.
I must in
conclusion, although everyone does, paraphrase Shakespeare’s lines –
“All the world’s
a stage, “but I am only a single floorboard.
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