"Throughout his life, he was the opposite of all show business cliches. His marriage endured: by all accounts, he dearly loved his wife. Words most often used by those who knew him were "decent," "genial," "gentle," and "generous." He was a constant target of panhandlers and always had a roll of money in his pockets for handouts. He was not, apparently, a chummy man. His few real intimates, old friends like Doc Rockwell and Uncle Jim Harkins, had been with him in vaudeville and appeared occasionally on his show. He and Portland avoided crowds, lived simply in a New York apartment, and never owned a car. "I don't want to own anything," he once told a reporter, "that won't fit in my coffin."