When it appeared that his theatrical life had died an early death, by a piece of pure luck Phil was signed on by the big-time vaudeville team of Joe Morris and Flo Campbell. Morris needed a brash, cocky young boy with a loud grating voice---yet a kid who behind it was still likeable---who would sit in the audience, posing as his spoiled son, and shout insults at his father on stage. The brashest boy he could remember was Phil.
"I loved that role. I knew I had a good day when the audience wanted to tar and feather me after a show. A few times old ladies pummeled me with their umbrellas, but I never let that stop me. I always hit them back." Phil later said.
He headed for the borsch circuit, that first refuge for undiscovered talent and the last for washed-up talent. The borsch circuit is a fabulous collection of summer resorts in New York's Catskill Mountains, so named for the simple reason that on the top of the menu for each meal is the inevitable borsch. The clientele is almost exclusively Jewish, and every hotel worthy of the name felt impelled to have a dinner show replete with acts, song-and-dance teams, and a comic who acted as master of ceremonies and social director.
As social director it was Phil's job to see that everyone had a hilarious time all the
time. The job is called tumling, and many a desperate tumler toward the end of a
season was not above pouring bowls of borsch on his head, firing off bombs, falling
off the stage and being hit on the head by a giant stuffed herring to get a solitary
laugh. Every night called for a new routine, and it was here that everything Phil had
absorbed in vaudeville was, in desperation, put to use.
It is killing work, but if you survive it --- and have talent --- you are a comic. The borsch
circuit has produced such comic talent as Jerry Lewis, Sid Caesar, Abbott and
Costello, Imogene Coca and, in other fields such names as Ethel Merman, Robert
Alda, Robert Merrill, Mimi Benzell and Eddie Fisher, to name but a few.
From borsch, Phil jumped into burlesque and was signed as a top banana for the
G-string and bump-and-grind houses run by a man called Minsky, who fancied
himself as the poor man's Ziegfield. This work called for broad humour! If you had to
get your jokes across by hitting a man over the head with a club---then that is what
you did. Phil was lucky playing in the high-class chain along with other bananas like
Rags Ragland, Bobby Clark and Bert Lahr. In some of the houses, if the audience
got tired waiting for the strippers, the management satisfied their patrons by yanking
the clown off the stage with a long hook, to the crys of "Give the bum the hook;"
squirting them with seltzer water; batting them across the rump with slapsticks and
roping them.
As his profile grew Phil became a favourite of H.K. Minsky and his nephew Harold,
who owned the Gaiety and other Burlesque house. He remained at Minsky’s from
1934 through 1939 shouting out jokes and routines to people who came to observe
dames take their clothes off. It was here that he first adopted the oversized, clown
glasses, matching his oversized clown bow tie. Phil knew he was better than this
material, but he also knew that it could be a means to a better end, as it had been for
Eddie Cantor, Bert Lahr, and Abbott and Costello, whose famous "Who's on First?"
skit was actually an old burlesque routine they'd appropriated for themselves.
When he told a dirty joke, he never enjoyed it and would usually say something like,
"That's a little thing I borrowed from the Theatre Guild."
A mentor was found, in none other than Herbie Faye, a bold, hollow-eyed
veteran of the strip joints, and a best friend in Rags Ragland, a hard-drinking
Kentuckian who'd failed as a boxer and decided to give comedy a go. From Faye
he learned the ropes and etiquettes - never move on someone else's line; don't
date the strippers, they go with the straight men - and with Rags he perfected some
bits that he would use again throughout his career, chief among them the "singing
lesson" sketch he later performed with Sinatra, Crosby, Como et al.
In an interview given later in his life, Phil said Punko was an: "aggressive, smiling,
call-a-tall-man-shorty manipulator."
Yokel Boy completed 208 performances at the Majestic Theatre, but it wasn't
really a successful show, the critics didn't give it very good reviews. One good thing
did come out of the show though, Phil Silvers tremendous performances won him
the attention of a Hollywood big shot. One night, Louis B. Mayer, caught the show,
whilst he was in New York, and was so impressed by Phil that he offered him a
$500-a-week contract to come work for his MGM studio.
But for nearly nine months, Phil languished at MGM, playing bits that always landed
on the cutting room floor and spending more time at the cashier's office, drawing his
weekly paycheck of $500, than he did in front of the camera. Five hundred bucks a
week isn't bad drawing, of course, but Phil was getting very discouraged.
"Those were Babylonian days, it was a frightening city. I never got anything to do."
Phil would later say.
Then one day he asked to entertain at a big dinner Mr Mayer was having for the
entire MGM family. Phil literally killed them. He was on for half an hour and could
have stayed on all night. Mr Mayer rose to his feet and looked over to the big crowd,
"Gentlemen," he said, "you're looking at a perfectly sane man. You know that I am
not crazy, and if I think an actor nobody has ever heard of is worth $500 a week,
then you must know he has a great talent. Gentlemen, you have just seen that talent.
He has been on the lot for almost a year and all I can say to you producers, director
s and writers is that I'm ashamed of you for failing to recognize it."
Phil Silvers slipped quietly from the room with his accompanist. "This is it at last,"
he told him, "It's been worth nine months of misery just to hear those words from
Mr Mayer, because now I'm in."