(Originally published in Motion Picture-Hollywood Magazine, Dec, 1943)

Dear Frank:

The notion that old Bing, your fellow groaner, has temporarily turned uncle and philosopher will, I know, come as a big surprise to you.

But don’t get me wrong, chum.

As you know, I’ve never exactly thought of myself as Bing, the Big Brain from Spokane. I never expect to match wits with Einstein. Mental midgets like Bob Hope are my speed.