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Wrestling With Walter Winchell's Ghost

Tat-a-tat-tat. Herman Klurfeld taps his coffee table with the tips of his shoes, an audible punctuation that mimics the famous ellipses he and Walter Winchell used to separate items in nationally syndicated newspaper columns more than 30 years ago. Winchell -- arguably the most popular and influential journalist from the 1920s to the '50s -- transferred this trademark to his radio broadcast, tapping at a telegraph key with the tips of his fingers as he launched into his famous salutation, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea. Let's go to press!"

Klurfeld penned many of the lines that followed but rarely claimed authorship in public -- until now. A paid ghostwriter for 27 years, Klurfeld sheds Winchell's shadow in a new HBO movie based on his 1976 book, Winchell: His Life and Times. The script paints him as an underdog who provided his master with not just copy, but a conscience. While Klurfeld, who served as an advisor on the film, says Winchell is only "about 60 percent accurate," its recent spotlight has given him the chance to do his own revision of the Winchell legend. Winchell's ghostwriter is wrestling with Winchell's ghost.

"I used to call myself 'the assistant king of the world,'" says the 82-year-old Klurfeld from his unassuming throne, a black rocking chair in the den of the Boca Raton home where he has lived for the last 17 years. He isn't rocking, but the movements of his hands and feet hint at a contained impatience, perhaps a holdover from those days spent with Winchell, whose nervous energy was as much a hallmark of his persona as his megalomania.

Klurfeld qualifies that "assistant king of the world" bit: Because of the secrecy Winchell demanded, Klurfeld had been unable to explain his occupation to acquaintances. So when pressed he had simply replied with a "gag" along the lines of those he submitted to Winchell in the mid-'30s.

He pulls a yellowing index card inscribed with his first published joke -- "Girls used to dress like Mother Hubbard. Now they dress like a cupboard" -- from a wooden catalog file shelved in his garage. Based on the strength of such gags, a 40-year-old Winchell offered the awestruck 19-year-old a full-time job. By 1940, Klurfeld says, he was responsible for 50 to 60 percent of Winchell's output, writing roughly one-third of the Sunday-evening radio broadcast and three to six of the daily syndicated columns per week. The two-tiered exposure brought Walter Winchell to an estimated 50 million Americans a week at a time when the population was about 150 million -- a concentration unimaginable in today's diluted media environment.

Klurfeld loved the life and the work. He was whispering in the ears of millions, making good money, dining gratis at the best tables in the swankest clubs in town -- all the while basking in Winchell's reflected glow. And he remembers mainly praise, appreciation, and fatherly camaraderie from his boss.

He claims it didn't bother him so much that Winchell never gave him a byline. "I thought maybe someday Winchell would do that for me. But he never did," Klurfeld says quietly, shuffling his feet like a disappointed child rearranging the sand under a swing.

His large, watery eyes brighten as he describes how the crew of HBO's Winchell fussed over him. Klurfeld had lived and written what they strove to re-create. He proudly quotes his son James' observation: "When my father walks on the set, he's not just a celebrity, he's a god."

"I finally got the credit that my son and my mother always felt I deserved," says Klurfeld, his jowly face spreading into a grin. "I never could have dreamt it." His girlfriend, Erna Rubinstein, says they watch the movie all the time, especially Klurfeld's cameo as a customer in the barbershop where Winchell and his cronies gather every evening.

Rob Fried, executive producer of Winchell, cites Klurfeld's "15 minutes of fame" at the film's New York premiere, where he rose to speak to Winchell's heirs. "For this brief moment," Fried recalls, "the most prominent journalists on Earth were eating up every word of a man who, during the bulk of his career, was invisible."

This theme charges a scene in which Winchell (played by Stanley Tucci) tells Klurfeld (Paul Giamatti) to write a column, based on a tip from Sen. Joseph McCarthy, accusing New York Post editor James Wechsler of being pro-Communist. When Klurfeld refuses, an incensed Winchell yells, "You write what I tell you to write. You say what I say."

"No, Walter, you mean you say what I say," Klurfeld retorts. "But nobody knows it. You have taken my words, my thoughts, my hates, my hopes, and you've made them all your own...."

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