Comedian, composer, TV host and wit extraordinaire Steve Allen was one of many A-listers I saw in the '70s at the
Fairmont Hotel when I lived in Dallas. He did a lot of bits in his stage act
that looked improvised but undoubtedly were carefully crafted and rehearsed, one of which was to pass out slips of paper to the audience and ask for questions. He'd then
pick a few and answer them. What I had written was this (and I now shudder at my temerity):
Mr. Allen, do you wear a hairpiece? I ask because I once dreamed you were bald, and I've never been sure whether I read that somewhere or just imagined it.
Not only did Allen choose my question, he walked up to the edge of the stage and called my name. When I held up my hand, he dramatically yanked his forelock and said, "See, Andy, it's all my own!"
P.S. I later found out that he did it indeed wear a toupee, which progressively grew larger and hairier as Allen grew older.
Mr. Allen, do you wear a hairpiece? I ask because I once dreamed you were bald, and I've never been sure whether I read that somewhere or just imagined it.
Not only did Allen choose my question, he walked up to the edge of the stage and called my name. When I held up my hand, he dramatically yanked his forelock and said, "See, Andy, it's all my own!"
P.S. I later found out that he did it indeed wear a toupee, which progressively grew larger and hairier as Allen grew older.

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