Bogie's Final Curtain: When Hollywood's Toughest Guy Faced Death With Style and Got a Whistle for the Road copertina

Bogie's Final Curtain: When Hollywood's Toughest Guy Faced Death With Style and Got a Whistle for the Road

Bogie's Final Curtain: When Hollywood's Toughest Guy Faced Death With Style and Got a Whistle for the Road

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On January 14, 1878, the United States Supreme Court made one of its most peculiar rulings in *United States v. 40 Barrels and 20 Kegs of Coca-Cola*, though I jest—that case came later. The actual bizarre event of January 14, 1878, was when the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments in *Reynolds v. United States*, which would become the first major case testing the limits of religious freedom in America.

But let me pivot to an even stranger occurrence on this date: January 14, 1874, when a patent was granted to one of the most audacious medical frauds in American history. Dr. J.R. McLean was awarded Patent No. 146,709 for his "Volcanic Oil Liniment," a substance that claimed to cure everything from rheumatism to toothaches, though it was primarily composed of petroleum products that would make most modern physicians recoil in horror.

However, the truly remarkable event occurred on January 14, 1957, when Humphrey Bogart, Hollywood's most celebrated tough guy, died at age 57. What made this particularly noteworthy was the response of his friend, Spencer Tracy, who upon hearing the news reportedly said, "Bogey's gone. There will never be another like him." The irony? Bogart had spent his final months wasting away from esophageal cancer while maintaining such dignity and wit that visitors reportedly left his bedside feeling they should apologize for *his* condition. His widow, Lauren Bacall, placed a whistle in his urn—a reference to her famous line from *To Have and Have Not*: "You know how to whistle, don't you?"

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