Morris, and soon Don was booked onto the Arthur Godfreyâs Talent Scouts . Arthur Godfrey was a star-maker, and his Talent Scouts was simulcast on radio and television, giving Don, in 1949, his first on-screen appearance.
New York was amid a vaudeville revival, so the William Morris agents dispatched Don to try out his stand-up act in variety shows at theaters in the outer boroughs. When Don arrived at his first engagement, in the Bronx, the booking agent told him to leave his music with the pit band. Don said he had no music.
âNo play-on music, no play-off music?â the agent snarled.
âNo, sir.â
The agent scowled. âWell, give me one of your eight-by-ten pictures to put out front.â
âI, uh . . . I donât have any eight-by-ten pictures.â
âWhat?â the agent screamed. âYouâve got no pictures? Listen, you do ten minutes and get off, you hear me? Not one minute more!â
The booker stormed off. Later, Don heard the man telling someone, âThe kidâs got no pictures. Heâs got no music. What kind of an act is that?â
Yet, Donâs act drew riotous laughs in the Bronx. Emboldened, Don sought a booking in Manhattan. He got a gig at the Jefferson Theatre on Fourteenth Street in the East Village, where agents went to scout new acts.
âI walked onstage at the Jefferson with all the confidence in the world,â Don recalled, âbut after about two minutes, I realized I was in Trouble City. . . . These people had seen it all, and Iâm sure they knew the punch lines to every one of my jokes. Five minutes went by and I had heard not one laugh. I was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. Finally, one guy in the balcony laughed, and I said, âThanks, Dad!â â
That was the end of Donâs vaudeville career. He quit William Morris in humiliation and resolved never again to attempt stand-up, convinced it was ânot my strong suit.â Once again, Don seemed to sell himself short. The agents told Don he simply needed new material; he hadnât written anything of note since his army days. But Don would not be swayed. In the meager weeks that followed, surely the low ebb of his adult artistic career, Don took a job stuffing envelopes. âIâll say this,â he recalled decades later. âIt beat the hell out of plucking chickens in Raeseâs grocery.â
Donâs confidence had abandoned him, but not his ambition. He continued to make the rounds, haunting the agencies and casting offices and popping in to visit Lanny Ross. Donâs persistence soon bore fruit. Peter Dixon, Lannyâs writer, asked Don one day if he could do âthe voice of an old-timer like, say, Gabby Hayes.â Gabby was the quintessential geriatric cowboy sidekick, cast alongside Roy Rogers and John Wayne in films such as Tall in the Saddle and Heldorado to spout authentic frontier gibberish.
Dixon was assembling a revival of the Bobby Benson show, a radio series that had reaped a massive following in the 1930s. It was the stuff of juvenile fantasy: Bobby is an orphan who inherits a Texas cattle ranch and a gang of colorful sidekicks, including foreman Tex Mason, a âred Indianâ called Harka, and an Irishman named . . . Irish. Rounding out the cast is old-timer Windy Wales. Together, they fight off cattle thieves and outwit escaped cons.
Bobby Benson and the B-Bar-B Riders took to the air in 1949 as a summer replacement series on the Mutual Broadcasting System, home to The Shadow and Major League Baseball. Radio was still king in those days, two years before the debut of I Love Lucy . Bobby Benson was slated for 5:00 p.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays, a thirty-minute segment timed to catch young boys between homework and dinner. Don played Windy Wales.
âThat first Tuesday afternoon, I found myself at the microphone with a cast of veteran radio actors,â Don recalled. âLet me