Kishke, in the Jewish context, is cow intestine stuffed with flour, flavored with beef fat and spices. Slavic and other East European cultures have kishkes that use pig innards. At the time, Brownsville was a Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn. Pitkin Avenue was its main commercial street.

You're repeating 100+ year old tabloid lies about him. The jury that found Arbuckle not guilty of manslaughter connected with the death of Virginia Rappe issued the following statement after the verdict:

"Acquittal is not enough for Roscoe Arbuckle. We feel that a great injustice has been done him. We feel also that it was only our plain duty to give him this exoneration, under the evidence, for there was not the slightest proof adduced to connect him in any way with the commission of a crime.

He was manly throughout the case, and told a straightforward story on the witness stand, which we all believed.

The happening at the hotel was an unfortunate affair for which Arbuckle, so the evidence shows, was in no way responsible.

We wish him success.…Roscoe Arbuckle is entirely innocent and free from all blame."

He does. St. John was a nephew of Arbuckle. He became a versatile comic actor. In his later career, he often played an irascible sidekick in Westerns.

Scientists are still debating whether the ozone hole was caused by the spray needed to maintain his hair helmet.

Cronkite had the advantage of working in the era when the networks didn't look at their news divisions as profit centers.

Before Sanford and Son, Redd was mainly known as a dirty comic, whose records were sold under the counter. After he got his hit television show, his live act would consist of a clean first half, and then a filthy second half after warning the easily offended to leave.

Gilbert Gottfried used to do an imitation of the elderly Groucho, that mostly consisted of explaining that the Marx Brothers continued to work into their later years "because Chico needed the money."

Yeah. Harpo said that he quit school in the 2nd grade, after bullies threw him out of a classroom window.

As best I can make it out, the inscription reads: "Harpistically Yours. xxxx Harpo Marx".

From all I've read about him, including his delightful autobiography Harpo Speaks, Harpo was one of the sweetest and happiest people ever. He enjoyed a contented marriage with four adopted children. When he was asked by George Burns in 1948 how many children he planned to adopt, he answered, "I’d like to adopt as many children as I have windows in my house. So when I leave for work, I want a kid in every window, waving goodbye."