The Story Behind Buster’s Missing Fingertip
“On this particular morning when I was not yet three, I wandered out into the back yard of the boardinghouse where we were staying. The hired girl was wringing out the clothes. The wringer fascinated me, and I stuck my index finger in it, crushing it, so that the doctor summoned cut off the finger at the first joint. After he bound it up, I cried myself to sleep”
- Buster Keaton: My Wonderful World of Slapstick 1960











