My second column was about Lenny Bruce—titled “Lenny the Lawyer,” since he defended
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My second column was about Lenny Bruce—titled “Lenny the Lawyer,” since he defended
himself in trials He was arrested for obscene performances only because there were no blasphemy
laws. I went to the bank and deposited my check, withdrawing half of it in cash, a $500 bill.
Lenny was alone in his hotel room on Christmas Day when I presented it to him. And, with a
large safety pin, Lenny attached the $500 bill to the outside breast pocket of his denim dungaree
jacket.
AFTER JFK ASSASSINATION
In another column of mine, “Jack Ruby and His Dirty Little Secret,” it began, “Lenny Bruce
told me how all the night club comics used to Jack Ruby’s “tattoo of a lady’s schmutzik (translate:
pussy) in his armpit.” If it wasn’t a fact, I was quite willing to settle for an apocryphal allusion
which nevertheless crystallized the entire personality of that alleged murderer who wanted so
very much to be liked.
I say alleged because upon Ruby’s own death. Dallas District Attorney Henry Wade said he
would dismiss the murder charge against him, a promise which has since been kept, although no
such posthumous grace was ever officially bestowed on Lee Harvey Oswald. See, they grant you
retroactive innocence only in the face of innumerable witnesses who were present at the actual
event through the miracle of inadvertent televised coverage.
Now Jack Ruby’s dirty little secret has been forever sealed away in his armpit by the hymen of
history. Oh yeah, and at Lenny’s funeral, that safety pin was still attached on his jacket.
JULES SIEGEL
Two years before Lenny’s death, with his permission I published his obituary in my own
magazine, 7he Realist. Before the issue went to press, he called his mother and a few others to
let them know it would only be a hoax. The point was that he couldn't get work and his work was
his life so he might as well be dead. And if people regretted that they hadn't helped him, well,
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