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With graduation less than a week away, the President Emeritus of Lake Forest College was trying not to panic. He’d had an especially difficult time organizing the ceremony that year, and he’d just received word that the scheduled commencement speaker for the class of 1977 was refusing to give a speech.
“I talk with people, not to people,” insisted Theodor Geisel, better known by his pen name, Dr. Seuss. The renowned author and illustrator had misunderstood Lake Forest’s invitation, believing the college intended to award him an honorary doctorate—which it did, but with the polite understanding that honorary degrees are the usual currency for graduation speeches. Seuss told President Hotchkiss that he was completely unwilling to address the eager students with anything more than a few words of thanks. He did not, he felt, have any useful advice to offer them.
Hotchkiss found this assertion as baffling as anyone would, considering Seuss’s long and productive career, but Hotchkiss’s subsequent flattery, cajoling, and even abject pleading had no effect. Seuss was willing to chat one-on-one with students at a reception the night before, but he simply wasn’t in the business of telling others how to find success. In desperation, Hotchkiss made one last, whispered overture on the graduation stage as he handed Seuss his certificate. “Would you be willing to say a few words?”
To Hotchkiss’s great relief, Seuss reached into his gown and pulled out a scrap of paper. Despite his capitulation, however, Seuss hadn’t really changed his mind about the value of his own advice: the title of his speech, “My Uncle Terwilliger on the Art of Eating Popovers,” secretly alluded to the most devastating, colossal failure of his career.
The story of Dr. Seuss’s metaphorical Uncle Terwilliger began in 1952. At that time, Seuss’s resume still lacked such bestsellers as Green Eggs and Ham or The Cat in the Hat, but it did boast an impressive 14 books, three Caldecott Honor awards, and dozens of successful plays, poems, and songs for radio. Most recently, the 48-year-old author had won an Oscar for his first animated short, Gerald McBoing-Boing. Encouraged by this success, Columbia Pictures offered Seuss a contract for a feature-length, live-action musical with a budget of more than $2 million—an amount usually reserved for Disney juggernauts like Alice in Wonderland or Cinderella, and equivalent to roughly $20 million today.
The plot of Seuss’s new musical centered around the wholesome and fresh-faced Bart Collins, who finds himself trapped in a fantasy world ruled by the piano-obsessed tyrant Dr. Terwilliker. (Originally spelled “Terwilliger,” it was updated during production for enunciative clarity.) Seuss later revealed that the scenario was not entirely fabricated: “I took piano lessons from a man who rapped my knuckles with a pencil whenever I made a mistake,” he said. “I made up my mind I would finally get even with that man. It took me 43 years to catch up with him.”
Seuss dramatized his childhood frustrations via the fictional Dr. Terwilliker’s plan to kidnap 500 boys and force them to play for eternity on a winding, double-decker monstrosity of a piano. Dr. T, as he is affectionately known by clueless adults, also hypnotizes Bart’s mother into a wedding proposal, locks up non-piano-playing musicians in his dungeon, and engages in no small amount of evil mastermind gloating. “Every infinitesimal, microscopic piece of living tissue of those 5,000 little fingers, cringing and trembling and groveling before me,” he rhapsodizes to his crowd of prisoners, “before me, Dr. Terwilliker!”
Such dark dialogue was balanced by a traditionally Seussian take on costumes and scenery, plus a lively score of 24 songs by the esteemed composer Frederick Hollander. Seuss titled the picture The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T, and he knew exactly who he wanted to play his melodramatic, foppish lunatic: a character actor and old friend named Hans Conried.
In his biography, Conried admitted to being a fan of Seuss even as a teenager in the 1930s. By then, however, Hitler had begun his march across Europe, and both men soon set aside their burgeoning entertainment careers in favor of the war effort. Conried took a tour of duty on the Japanese front, while the older Seuss churned out hundreds of biting political cartoons, military training manuals, government newsreels, and live-action films.
This decidedly un-whimsical interlude in their lives prompted their first collaboration. In 1947, Seuss wrote Design for Death, a postwar pseudo-documentary cobbled together from footage confiscated from Japanese officers during their surrender. The bombs had ceased, but the psychological trauma of war remained. The film tried to explain to the still-recovering public just what had gone wrong within the enemies’ minds and borders. (Its hamfisted message of prevention can be largely summed up as, “Run your country like America, instead of like Japan.”) Narrators of Japanese ancestry were available—and most were desperate for work, having been only recently released from their internment camps on American soil—but producers hired Conried to imitate the accent instead. As Conried noted later, his overdramatic vocalizations probably served the producers’ political aims better than a native speaker would have.
Neither man felt especially proud of the film in their later years. Seuss said in his memoir that he believed all copies had been destroyed, though at least one is stored in the Library of Congress, while Conried claimed that it had only been shown in theaters five times, which was the minimum to be eligible for an Academy Award. Surprisingly, it won that year for Best Feature-Length Documentary—though as a 1948 New York Times reviewer put it, “Apparently competition in that category was nil.” But both Seuss and Conried cherished the friendship it had sparked, and they crossed paths regularly over the next four years whenever one of Seuss’s books or poems was ready to be dramatized in the recording booth. Thus, by 1952, Conried was not just Seuss’s first choice for the role of Dr. Terwilliker; he was his only choice.
Not everyone agreed with Seuss’s vision. The film’s producer, Stanley Kramer, initially offered the part to comedian Danny Kaye, but Kaye had a grudge against the president of Columbia Pictures and refused to work for the studio ever again. Further delays occurred when Bing Crosby passed on the co-starring role of Dr. T’s plumber, Zabladowski, despite several songs being written with him in mind. Conried had never sung or danced on screen before, and his admittedly lengthy list of credits consisted mostly of waiters, head waiters, and maître d’s—but with major characters still uncast and production already underway, Kramer had no choice but to accept Seuss’s recommendation.
In the end, the only cast member with any real star power would be nine-year-old Tommy Rettig, who debuted on Broadway at the age of five and would later go on to play Lassie’s owner in the long-running TV series of the same name. Conried quickly adopted a routine of facetious irritation with the young celebrity, and playfully aired his mock grievances to the press. “The little villain knew every line of dialogue,” Conried grumbled, “and everybody’s lyrics.” Rettig, by all accounts a humble kid who disliked the trappings of fame, seemed to appreciate the joke, and delivered plenty of thinly-veiled compliments in return. Of the actress playing his mother, Rettig whined, “She just stands out there in that pretty dancing costume, and the first thing you know everyone on the set is looking at her. I’m afraid the audience will, too.” Seuss, for his part, delighted in Rettig and all the other children on set, and spent his spare time drawing personalized sketches for them.
What the production saved on actors’ salaries, they made up for with lavish rehearsal schedules. The lead characters honed their lines and choreography for a full eight weeks before filming began, while Dr. Terwilliker’s so-called Twin Guards practiced their routines independently for three months. Played by the professional ice skating team of Jack and Bob Heasley, they spent the entire film on roller skates, conjoined by a single beard. Like many of the motifs in the film, this was one Seuss had used before. His 1941 political cartoon, “The Lads with the Siamese Beard,” featured a man with a large swastika on his chest hirsutely bound to another labeled with the “America First” philosophy of isolationism. Indeed, the film’s character of the plumber Zabladowski has his own qualms about standing up to Dr. T, including a song called “I Will Not Get Involved.”
“This Earth has 20 trillion kinds of problems to be solved.
It’s nothing you, so let it stew
I will not get involved.
This Earth has 90 jillion kinds of idiotic ills
For these I have no pills.”
What’s more, the plumber’s ultimate plan to thwart Dr. T—a “music fix,” modeled after his trusty bottle of Air Fix that traps odors and prevents people from smelling them—is built on a certain “revolutionary principle.” “It might be dangerous,” he warns the young protagonist, Bart. “It might even be … atomic.”
When it came to the subject of nuclear war, Seuss clearly had more to get off his chest. Even the stage directions were rife with symbolism, as when Dr. T “stares at the ceiling in Hitlerian anguish.” Other references reflected more general postwar realities, such as Zabladowski’s complaint that Bart is too needy to look after. “In the middle of the night you’ll start sneezing, then you’ll start coughing. You may even come down with a case of pneumonia—at a time like this, with no penicillin!” Supplies of the drug were so tight in the early 1950s, thanks to soldiers’ wounds and outbreaks of sexually transmitted disease on the former battle fronts, that a thriving black market arose in most of Europe. Vials of penicillin (both genuine and fake) were a de facto currency in the hardest-hit cities.
Bart, in turn, accuses the non-interventionist Zabladowski of caring only about profits, and Seuss seems to agree that he has a point. “Please, please, my heart bleeds for you,” the plumber sneers at Bart, “but if I don’t get these sinks installed in the cells, I don’t get paid—I don’t get my money!”
But it wasn’t all grim metaphor. The money that Zabladowski so desperately craves is, he explains, paid in Pastoolas—equivalent to 44,000 Kratchmuks, each worth 3 silver Zlobecks, which in turn break down into 59 Drachmids. Another scene, cut from the script before filming, explains that sinks can only be removed according to the strict guidelines of the International Congress of Associated Sink-Taker-Outers, “which include adjusting the Cantalator, affixing the Grokkin, turning the Hoogle-span, and giving half a revolution to the Oscillating Ding-Ding.” This was, after all, a Dr. Seuss film.
In contrast to his animated films and picture books, however, Seuss intended The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T for a somewhat older audience of children. To that end, there is even some classic potty humor, mostly wordplay surrounding Zabladowski’s profession as a plumber. He brushes off Bart’s concern about his mother with, “you know very well she’s in the number two spot,” while Terwilliker later informs Zabladowski, “My side is still on top. Your side… is on the bottom.”
Not all of the mature content survived. In addition to being cut for length—Seuss’s original script ran 1,200 pages, ten times as long as a standard Hollywood offering—large portions were rewritten at the production company’s insistence. Dr. Terwilliker originally had a penchant for cutting off heads, for example, and died at the end of the movie by strangulation, clotheslined by the Twin Guards’ conjoined beard. In the final version, he is simply carried off to the dungeons. Meanwhile, one of the more sinister pieces, “The Elevator Song,” made it all the way to production, but had the third verse removed after the studio decided it crossed the line from gruesome to offensive: as Terwilliker escorts Bart down to the lowest level of the dungeon, his elevator operator sings a pun-filled song about the tortures available on each floor, including neck chains in the “Jewelry Department,” and electric chairs under “Household Appliances.” But the third floor also included gas chambers, which was deemed insensitive in light of the recent atrocities overseas. Given Seuss’s outspoken political beliefs and clear use of symbolism elsewhere in the film, the allusion was almost certainly deliberate.
Despite the many rewrites, however, the final script was inarguably grandiose. One instrumental dance number called “The Dungeon Ballet” featured dozens of operational, larger-than-life instruments straight from Seuss’s imagination, including a four-man hookah with plungers, a mannequin strung like an upright bass, violins that wrapped around their players’ heads entirely, and a 20-foot-tall harp arching across the room. According to Hans Conried, actors and crew from other movie productions would drop by the studio on a daily basis just to watch the sprawling rehearsals.
Another stunningly oversized scene came at the climax of the film, as the 500 boys are placed on their benches to begin their torture. Initially, the number of actual children was cut to 400 for budgetary concerns, but even this group proved impossible to control: while setting up on the first day, the boys got bored, and stampeded outside to play in the rain and gorge on hot dogs from a nearby cart. As Seuss said later, “Have you ever tried to get 400 sick, wet boys to play a piano?”
Even after reducing their ranks to 150, the three-minute scene still took five days to shoot, which triggered a provision in California’s labor laws requiring a “classroom” to be set up in a nearby soundstage, staffed by a single, unfortunate teacher. As if presenting a kindergarten-through-fourth-grade curriculum to 150 children at once weren’t already impossible, the room also housed all the boys’ parents, who had to remain on the premises by law. Meanwhile, the hot dog stand continued to be a popular lunch choice. Toward the end of the shoot, one of the boys became ill from either a mild case of food poisoning or excessive overeating. He vomited across his portion of the piano, which led to a chain reaction of gag-reflex puking from nearly every child on the set. “It was the greatest mass upchuck in the history of Hollywood,” Seuss declared. Unfortunately, it was also a harbinger of things to come. “When the picture was finally released,” he lamented, “the critics reacted in much the same manner.”
To be fair, the version that reviewers ultimately saw had little in common with the one Seuss and the others had worked so hard on. The film’s initial test screening had been a dismal failure, with some audience members walking out after the first 15 minutes. Seuss claimed there were five people left in the theater by the end, while Conried remembered only one: a little boy who couldn’t leave because his mother hadn’t arrived yet to pick him up. Some blamed Columbia Pictures for marketing the film to a younger group than Seuss intended; others accused uptight parents of dragging their wholly-entertained children out against their will. But producer Stanley Kramer couldn’t afford to entertain such justifications. The crew’s confidence had loosened Columbia Pictures’ pocketbook, and Kramer was now roughly $1 million over budget—almost $10 million adjusting for inflation—and staring down the possibility of the biggest flop in history.
Kramer went back to the editing bay himself, and significantly re-wrote huge portions of the movie. He shifted the thematic focus from maniacal whimsy to the blossoming father-son relationship between Bart and Zabladowski, and neutered the fantasy world by bookending it with lengthy scenes set in Bart’s real-world home. Dr. Terwilliker transformed into a mean but entirely human teacher, while Zabladowski became the masculine influence Mrs. Collins so desperately needed to raise her son. Using words Seuss never intended or approved, Kramer went so far as to have Bart break the fourth wall, turning to face the camera with a cringingly saccharine exposition of the new storyline: “That’s my mother. I like her. I try to be everything she wants me to be, particularly since my father died.”
The actors protested both the content and the need for a full week of re-shoots, but Kramer wouldn’t risk a nationwide version of the focus group’s walkout. To make space for the new plot, he cut nine songs, including many with metaphorical significance such as “I Will Not Get Involved” and “Money,” as well as most of the weirder Seussian bits, like Zabladowski’s song “Freckle on a Pygmy”:
“Now just take the sad example of my poor old uncle Max
How he worried, fretted, groaned and stewed about his income tax
Oh me, oh my, oh me!
Oh, he worried so he took to drink—he wrecked his health by tippling
Ah, but all this tippling could not stop his income tax from tripling.”
Sadly, Columbia Pictures destroyed the original negatives, and only audio recordings of the nine cut songs survive. A few incongruous details remain, such as the line about penicillin, and the fact that Zabladowski wears a military jacket and drives an army-surplus Jeep—but for the most part, Seuss’s anti-war allegory was both unrecognizable and considerably less funny. Conried described it as having been “mutilated and cut with a broken beer bottle,” while Seuss refused to list it in his official biography. Its release, he said, was “the greatest down period” of his career. “As to who was most responsible for this debaculous fiasco,” Seuss declared, “I will have nothing more to say until all the participants have passed away, including myself.”
Unsurprisingly, the film failed at the box office. Seuss and several others blamed Kramer, but Tommy Rettig recalled that even in its altered state, the screenings he attended were full. “All I know is that it seemed very strange to me,” he said. “It wasn’t like it played to empty theaters or anything like that. We had crowds everywhere we went.” By the time the film premiered, Rettig was working on his next project, River of No Return, and his co-star Marilyn Monroe attended the opening night of The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T as his date, alongside many other celebrities of the day.
Beset by stiff competition from the Golden Globe-winning musical Call Me Madam and the Academy Award-winning western Shane, Seuss’s film nonetheless held its spot in New York City theaters for over a month. Frederick Hollander’s musical score was nominated for an Oscar, and actors Mary Healy (Mrs. Collins) and her husband Peter Lind Hayes (Zabladowski) wrote in their joint memoir that the movie “passed the popcorn test” at an early showing in Santa Monica, because “five popcorn machines were going full blast in the lobby, and not one child left in the middle of the movie to buy a bag.”
Meanwhile, contracts were in place with Macy’s and other department stores for what would have been, at the time, the largest merchandising campaign in cinematic history, including not only typical items like children’s T-shirts and novelty keychains, but also women’s hats, tie clips, puppets, suspenders, roller skates, phonographs, player pianos with rolls of Dr. T songs, and a whole range of branded musical instruments. “Then suddenly, they pulled the rug out from under it,” Rettig recalled. “The story that went around was that Stanley Kramer and [Columbia Pictures president] Harry Cohn were having their famous fight, and Cohn pulled all support from every project that was Kramer’s… Suddenly the tour was cut short, and the film stopped playing.”
Kramer and Cohn did part ways acrimoniously in 1953, just as The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T was being released (and just as Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby, no doubt relieved at their earlier rejection of the script, were off filming their $30 million dollar smash hit White Christmas.) Kramer’s bitterness over his falling out with Cohn ran so deep that he described him in his memoir as “vulgar, domineering, semiliterate, ruthless, boorish, and some might say malevolent.”
Whether Cohn had a personal role in Dr. T‘s box office failure can never be known for sure, but in 1958, Columbia Pictures seemed to have a change of heart and re-released the film under the new title Crazy Music. Once again, however, it was marketed to the wrong crowd, this time as a collection of “hip tunes” to compete with the rock-n-roll movie mania sweeping the nation. From just 1956-1959, more than 50 of these genre films were released, roping in such unexpected performers as Charlie Chaplin, poet Maya Angelou, and, of course, eternal bit player Hans Conried. During that odd but brief cinematic bubble, it must have seemed like anything with a soundtrack could sell… except this one. The Elvis Presley demographic preferred drive-ins and beach parties over rhyming, dystopian monocrats, and The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T bombed for a second time.
“It would stop conversation for some years thereafter at any Hollywood social gathering,” Conried admitted. “If you mentioned it, people would laugh, and if you were connected with it, you might cough embarrassedly.” He was so frustrated with Kramer’s re-shoots that he backed out of all publicity engagements, skipped the premiere, and left Hollywood entirely to take a stage role on Broadway. He also refused to have a television in his New York apartment, saying, “In the house of the hanged, one does not discuss rope.”
Nonetheless, Conried’s wry sense of humor emerged intact, and in less than two years, he was back to his old self—first playing an uncredited barber in a Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis comedy, then a heartless department store manager in a 45-minute television remake of Miracle on 34th Street. Eventually, his granules of credit amassed into a landslide of respectability, and in 1960 he was awarded a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Other Terwilliker-tainted careers survived as well, though none quite so prolifically. Peter Lind Hayes and Mary Healy went on to star in their own semi-autobiographical sitcom about a married Hollywood couple who must adjust to rural life, and Stanley Kramer’s next project was the seven-time Academy Award-nominated film The Caine Mutiny. Child star Tommy Rettig landed the lead in Lassie on the recommendation of animal trainer Frank Weatherwax, who liked how Rettig had interacted with the pet dog in Dr. T. Meanwhile, one of the dancers in “The Dungeon Ballet” was a struggling young actor named George Chakiris. He later told an interviewer that he used that paycheck to join the Screen Actors Guild, which eventually led to an Oscar for his portrayal of Bernardo in West Side Story.
And then, of course, there was Dr. Seuss himself, who followed his “debaculous fiasco” with the blockbuster classics Horton Hears a Who, The Cat in the Hat, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, and Green Eggs and Ham, all in a span of just five years. Among these and his many later books, only Horton Hears a Who contained any lingering hints of World War II symbolism: according to Seuss, it was an allegory for the Hiroshima bombing, and a largely apologetic one at that. Perhaps the cold reception of The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T had finally gotten it out of his system, or perhaps the film’s editing-room hatchet job had simply convinced him that his message was doomed to meddling and misinterpretation anyway. He did eventually reintroduce a few social issues into his children’s books, such as anti-racism in The Sneetches and pro-environmentalism in The Lorax, but for a man whose work turned so heavily on war politics even eight years after the Allied victory, it’s hard not to search for a cause to its abrupt end.
Despite Seuss’s shame and apparent renouncement of live-action film, The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T eventually saw a moderate resurgence as a cult classic, and even became part of the curriculum in some college film programs. Interestingly, one of the earliest forces behind its revival came from LGBTQ festivals, whose organizers sometimes branded Dr. Terwilliker as the first gay villain in mainstream film. His sham betrothal to Mrs. Collins notwithstanding, their case rested largely on “The Dressing Song,” which Dr. T sings to his four handsome valets as they clothe him for his final triumph:
“I want my undulating undies with the maribou frills
I want my beautiful bolero with the porcupine quills
I want my purple nylon girdle with the orange-blossom buds
‘Cause I’m going doe-me-doing in my doe-me-doe duds!”
Seuss never softened on the final version of the film before his death—nor did he have anything to say about it after his death, despite his promises. Yet even with everything that was altered, rejected, and lost, the spirit of Seuss lives on in what remains, and some piece of the original evidently kept its place in Seuss’s heart as well.
Standing before the graduating class of Lake Forest College on that bright spring day in 1977, Seuss finally shared a hint of what “Terwilliger” had come to mean to him after a quarter-century of reflection:
“And as you partake of the world’s bill of fare,
That’s darned good advice to follow.
Do a lot of spitting out the hot air.
And be careful what you swallow.”
With a total of just three stanzas, Seuss’s poem is generally considered to be the shortest commencement speech ever given. School administrators later carved his 30-second nugget of rhyming wisdom into a stone memorial, which remains on the campus of Lake Forest college to this day.
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