#sol saks

[oldshowbiz]

1989.

Sol Saks: Doesn't Like Cosby.

[oldshowbiz]

Comedy writer Sol Saks wrote for the sitcom Beulah starring Hattie McDaniel on both radio and television. “She had no idea what was funny and what wasn't,” said Saks. “She just had this wonderful delivery. She would say a line and sometimes she thought a line was a joke when it wasn’t. So she would read it like a joke - and the audience, the live audience, would still laugh... 

“We did five shows a week, fifteen minutes in the afternoon. In those days, the housekeeper or the kid were the smartest ones in the family. Everyone else was stupid. As a matter of fact, most of the characters in TV then were slightly retarded.”

[oldshowbiz]

Creative Consultant for the CBS Television Network

[reelwitches]

“ 72 hours from now, the series finale "Bewitched" never had will be launched! And here's what it looks like! Dig the Stephenses as drawn by Dan Parent of "Archie" comics fame!  As for the inside, you'll get a sneak peek of that by tuning in to Facebook Live Tuesday night @ 6PM ET / 3PM PT! So cast your spells for 1972 and join me in celebrating the release of "I, Samantha, Take This Mortal, Darrin"! “ https://www.facebook.com/bwcontinuum/

[epalmerbrown]

You have to be brave to take out that white sheet of paper and put on it words that could be evidence of your stupidity.

Sol Saks

[filminfilm]

TV in Film Week

"Bewitched" (1964) in Moon (2009)

[writethisminute-blog]

"you have to be brave to take out that white sheet of paper and put on it words that could be evidence of your stupidity."

- Sol Saks

[futureworldblog]

Rest in peace: Sol Saks and Madelyn Pugh

Sol Saks and Madelyn Pugh passed away last week.

    You don't know them?

    Sol wrote the pilot of “Bewitched.” His name was in the credits every week. He died at the age of 100.

    Madelyn was a writer for “I Love Lucy.” Her name was in the credits every week too. She died at 90.

    I felt a tug at my heart when I saw these notices, both last Thursday evening, in the Times.  I associated both of them with my childhood, and with pleasure, and television, and entertainment.

    I remember hearing of Jack Benny's death when I was in my teens. I went outside and walked, feeling very odd and solemn. This is what happens, I thought. How strange. People die.

    But it's always old people, right? Old people die. Strangers die. Not your friends or family. Certainly not you. You'll never die.

    Will you?

    Some years ago, at one of the Williams family reunions, I met my cousin Joyce's husband Mel, a very trim handsome guy – a minister! - cheerful and smiling, like an athlete on the front of a Wheaties box.

    He was dead within a year, of cancer. Horrible.

    We are none of us exempt. We have the falling sickness, as Rilke said; we are all falling, like leaves in autumn.

    But, for some reason, it hurts me most of all when comedians, and comedy writers, die.

    None of it's fair. But this seems least fair of all.

    We can't afford to lose them.

    'Bye, Madelyn. 'Bye, Sol.