No One Believed These Richard Boone Stories! Until They Watched This! – HT

 

 

 

10 stories from the life of Richard Boone. That sound made up, but  aren’t. He was a descendant of Daniel Boone’s brother. He dropped out of Stanford to become a painter. He flew combat missions as a Navy tail gunner in World War II on three aircraft carriers. After the war, he enrolled in acting school not to act, but to learn how to write better dialogue for his short stories.

 He stumbled into performing and never looked back. Within a decade, he was the highest-paid man on television playing a gunfighter who quoted Shakespeare, played chess, and ate gourmet French food in 1870s San Francisco. Gene Roddenberry, the man who created Star Trek, got his start writing scripts for him. Then,    at the peak of his fame, he walked away.

Left Hollywood for Hawaii, turned down the lead role in Hawaii 5-0,  moved to Florida, painted, was smoked up to 100 cigarettes a day, and died of throat cancer at 63. Largely forgotten by the industry he’d once dominated. His name was Richard Boone, and if you watched television between 1957 and 1963, you knew that face.

 The broken nose, the deep growl of a voice, the eyes that could switch from warmth to menace in a single breath. And the strangest part is the role that made him immortal almost went to someone else. And Boone got it in a way that sounds like Hollywood folklore. These are the documented stories. Let’s begin. Number one.

 A frontiersman’s grandson with a painter’s soul. On June 18th, 1917, Richard Allen Boone was born in Los Angeles, California. His father, Kirk E. Boone, was a successful corporate lawyer. His mother, Cecile Lillian Beckerman, was Jewish, the daughter of Russian Yiddish-speaking immigrants. It was an unusual pairing for the era, and it gave Richard a heritage that stretched from the American frontier to the shtetls of Eastern Europe.

 The Boone name carried weight. Kirk Boone was a direct descendant of Squire Boone, the younger brother of frontier legend Daniel Boone. Through deep genealogical roots, Richard was also a distant sixth cousin of singer Pat Boone, though the two were never close and the connection was remote. None of that mattered to young Richard.

 The family was affluent, settled in Glendale, California. He was the middle child of three, restless, defiant, and utterly disinterested in the legal career his father planned for him. He was sent to the San Diego Army and Navy Academy, a military boarding school, where a theater teacher named Virginia Atkinson first put him on a stage.

 A fellow student in the same drama club was Robert Walker, who would later star in Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train. After Hoover High School in Glendale, he entered Stanford University in 1934, joined Theta Chi fraternity, and by several accounts, won the Pacific Coast Intercollegiate Light Heavyweight Boxing Championship.

 If you ever wondered where that famously battered nose came from,    that’s your answer. But here’s what nobody expected. Richard Boone didn’t want to be a lawyer, a soldier, or an actor.    He wanted to be a painter. Around 1937, he dropped out of Stanford without finishing his degree and enrolled at the Chouinard Art Institute to study abstract cityscapes and oils.

 He worked odd jobs to survive. Oil rigger, bartender, short story writer. His first marriage to Jane Hopper in December 1937 was chaotic and brief. So, two heavy drinkers trying to build a life together. It dissolved by 1940. At 23 years old, Richard Boone was a Stanford dropout, a failed painter, a divorced bartender, and an amateur boxer with a crooked nose.

 The war was about to change everything. Number two, the tail gunner, who served on three carriers. In May 1942, Richard Boone enlisted in the United States Navy. He trained at Naval Training Center San Diego and became an aviation ordnance man, the man responsible for maintaining, loading,  and arming the weapons on combat aircraft.

 He then qualified as an enlisted naval air crewman, which meant he wasn’t staying on deck. He was going up. Boone served as a tail gunner on Grumman TBF Avenger torpedo bombers, one of the most dangerous assignments in naval aviation. The tail gunner sat in a cramped turret at the rear of the plane. He sat exposed to enemy fighters attacking from behind with limited armor and almost no room to move.

 His job was to shoot back while the pilot flew straight into anti-aircraft fire to deliver torpedoes. He served on not one, not two,  but three aircraft carriers, the USS Enterprise, the USS Intrepid, and the USS Hancock. The Enterprise alone is widely cited as the most decorated ship in Navy history.    Boone saw combat across the Pacific theater and earned the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal with two battle stars and the Navy Good Conduct Medal.

 But the war left marks that didn’t show on medals. Multiple sources confirm that Boone struggled with alcoholism for the rest of his life, a condition rooted at least partly in what he witnessed during the Pacific Campaign. She, the man who flew into Japanese anti-aircraft fire, came home carrying damage that no metal could acknowledge and no doctor could fix.

 And here’s the detail that makes his entire career possible. During the war, unable to carry painting supplies on a torpedo plane, Boone turned to writing. He scribbled short stories in the style of Hemingway and  Dos Passos, and he realized something. His dialogue was terrible.

 So, when the war ended in 1945, he made a decision that would accidentally create one of the greatest actors in television history. Number three, the man who enrolled in acting school to become a writer. Richard Boone didn’t set out to become an actor. He set out to become a better writer. After the war, using his G.I. Bill, he enrolled at the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York City to study under the legendary acting teacher Sanford Meisner.

 His reasoning was entirely practical. He thought if he spent time around actors, he’d learn how real dialogue sounded and his short stories would improve. He also took movement classes with Martha Graham, the mother of modern American dance. A tail gunner and amateur boxer studying modern dance, that was Richard Boone.

 Then something shifted. He discovered he had a genuine gift for performing.  The writing ambitions quietly fell away. He joined the Actor’s Studio, where his classmates included Marlon Brando, Karl Malden, Eva Marie Saint, and Julie Harris, possibly the most talented group of young actors ever assembled in one room.

 His Broadway debut came in 1947 and in a production of Medea starring Judith Anderson and John Gielgud. Boone played a soldier and understudied Gielgud’s Jason for 214 performances. He followed that    with Macbeth in 1948. Then dove headfirst into live television, appearing in roughly 150 live TV shows between 1948 and 1950.

 It was his voice that opened the door to Hollywood. Director Lewis Milestone heard Boone’s deep, commanding baritone during a screen test and was so struck by it that he summoned Boone to California and secured him a seven-year contract with 20th Century Fox. The man who enrolled in acting school to fix his short stories was now a contract player at a major Hollywood studio.

 He never went back to fiction writing. And for the next 3 years, Fox would waste him, casting him exclusively as the heavy. Boone later said bitterly, “For 3 years, I didn’t play anything but dirty men at 20th Century Fox. Why? I seldom got to shave.” That was about to change. Number four, the doctor who changed  television before anyone noticed.

 In 1954, NBC premiered Medic, a medical anthology series created by James Moser. [snorts] Boone narrated and occasionally starred as Dr. Conrad Steiner, and the show broke every rule television had. It filmed inside actual hospitals with real doctors and real medical equipment and  depicted procedures with clinical accuracy that made network executives sweat.

 The pilot episode featured genuine footage of a live birth, a first for American television. Later episodes tackled subjects considered untouchable: sterility, euthanasia, leprosy, postpartum depression, even the medical aftermath of a nuclear attack. The network panicked. An episode showing a cesarean section drew the fury of Cardinal Spellman of the New York Archdiocese.

NBC buckled under the pressure and censored it. A separate episode featuring a black physician was quietly suppressed by Southern affiliate stations still reeling from the Brown versus Board of Education ruling. The show was fighting battles it couldn’t win, not because it was wrong, but because it was too early.

 Medic won two Emmy Awards and earned multiple nominations, but it was canceled after just two seasons, crushed in the ratings by the unstoppable I Love Lucy. Every medical drama that followed, Ben Casey, Marcus Welby, ER,  Grey’s Anatomy, owes a debt to the show Richard Boone anchored    before the audience was ready for it.

And that show caught the attention of CBS and they had something very specific in mind for him. Number five, Paladin, the gunfighter who quoted Shakespeare and owned Saturday night. On September 14th, 1957, Have Gun,  Will Travel premiered on CBS and American television would never be quite the same.

 Richard Boone became Paladin, a character unlike anything audiences had ever seen in a Western. Paladin was a gentleman gunfighter for hire who lived in luxury at San Francisco’s Hotel Carlton. He dined on gourmet French cuisine. He attended the opera. He escorted beautiful women. He played chess. He quoted Shakespeare, Keats, and the Bible with equal fluency.

 And when trouble called, he changed into all black Western attire, strapped on a holster bearing a platinum chess knight, and rode out to deliver justice with  a Colt .45. And his business card became an American icon, Have Gun, Will Travel, Wire Paladin, San Francisco. When asked about the chess knight symbol, Boone explained, “It’s a chess piece, the most versatile on the board.

 It can move in eight different directions, over obstacles, and it’s always unexpected.” The role was originally offered to Randolph Scott who was unavailable for television. By one account, Scott himself handed the script to Boone while they were filming 10 Wanted Men Together. Whether that’s precisely how it happened, the result was the same.

 Boone got the part that would define his life. Saturday night belonged to him. Over six seasons and 225 episodes, Have Gun, Will Travel dominated American television. It was consistently ranked in the top four shows in the country, peaking at number three behind only Gunsmoke and Wagon Train. Boone held a level of authority over his own show that was virtually unknown for a television actor in that era. He directed 28  episodes.

 He handpicked scripts, approved guest actors, vetoed directors he didn’t trust, had final say on wardrobe, and co-wrote  the show’s iconic closing ballad. He shaped Paladin from a simple mercenary into a complex moralist, a man who used violence as a last resort, but never flinched from it. The writing staff reads like a prophecy of television’s future.

 Gene Roddenberry, years before Star Trek, wrote 24 episodes and won a Writers Guild Award. Sam Peckinpah contributed scripts. Bruce Geller, who would later create Mission: Impossible, cut his teeth on the show. Ida Lupino directed episodes, you making her one of the only women behind a camera in 1950s television.

 The guest star list is staggering. Charles Bronson, Peter Falk, James Coburn, Warren Oates, Angie Dickinson, Vincent Price, DeForest Kelley, Harry Dean Stanton, and Robert Blake. Many before they were famous. Boone didn’t just star in the show, he  ran it. And he did it for six years. Then he did something nobody could explain.

 Number six, the most terrifying villain Paul Newman ever faced. While Paladin made him a household name on television, Boone’s film career produced performances that could stop your blood cold. In Budd  Boetticher’s The Tall T in 1957, he played Frank Usher opposite Randolph Scott, a performance widely regarded as one of the finest Western villain portrayals ever committed to film.

 Usher wasn’t a snarling psychopath. He was calm,  almost reasonable, and and that made him infinitely more frightening. But it was Hombre in 1967 that showcased the full range of Richard Boone’s menace. Directed by Martin Ritt and based on an Elmore Leonard novel. The film starred Paul Newman as a white man raised by Apaches.

 Boone played Cicero Grimes, the villain, a man who could charm you over dinner and kill you before dessert. Roger Ebert specifically praised the performance. The film currently holds a perfect rating on Rotten Tomatoes. What made Boone terrifying on screen wasn’t volume or violence, it was stillness. He could sit in a chair, say almost nothing, and every other actor in the room would shrink.

 The broken nose, the deep voice, the unblinking stare, it all combined into something that felt genuinely dangerous. Other actors played villains, so Boone simply occupied the space and let the camera do the rest. He appeared in three films with John Wayne, The Alamo in 1960, Big Jake in 1971, and The Shootist in 1976, Wayne’s final film. Wayne personally asked Boone to take the role.

 By one famous account, during The Alamo, Boone refused payment because he knew Wayne was financially overextended,  and Wayne responded by having a brand new Rolls-Royce delivered to Boone’s driveway. The story has been told in different versions. Some sources say it was simply the leather coat Boone wore in the film, but either way, it speaks to the deep mutual respect between the two men.

 In Big Jake, Boone delivered one of cinema’s great villain speeches as gang leader John Fain, a cold-blooded threat so convincing that you forget he’s acting. And in a footnote that delights fantasy fans to this day, your Richard Boone voiced the dragon Smaug in the 1977 Rankin/Bass animated adaptation of Tolkien’s The Hobbit.

 That deep, gravelly rumble giving life to a treasure-hoarding dragon, it was perfect  casting. Number seven, he walked away from the biggest show on television. In 1963, at the absolute peak of Have Gun, Will Travels popularity, Richard Boone did something that baffled everyone in Hollywood. He quit. He ended the show voluntarily, walking away from enormous ratings, massive paychecks, and guaranteed fame to pursue his dream project.

 That project was The Richard Boone Show, a dramatic anthology series on NBC modeled on repertory theater, the kind of serious ensemble work he trained for at the Actors Studio. He assembled a company of 15 rotating actors, including Robert Blake and Harry Morgan, and with legendary playwright Clifford Odets as story editor.

 Each week told a different story with a different cast configuration. It was exactly the kind of ambitious artistic television Boone believed in. The show won a Golden Globe for best  TV show. It earned multiple Emmy nominations. Critics respected the ambition. Audiences didn’t watch it. Crushed in the ratings by CBS’s Petticoat Junction, it was canceled after one season.

 When asked if he regretted leaving Paladin behind, Boone was characteristically blunt. It was a ridiculous thing, but I don’t ever have to worry about money. As a result of playing Paladin, I have what is known to actors as a lot of go-to-hell money. That phrase tells you everything about Richard Boone.

 He’d rather make art that failed than entertainment that succeeded. And he had the bank account to back it up. Number eight, the Shakespeare-quoting brawler with a painter’s heart. Here’s the contradiction that defined Richard Boone. He was simultaneously one of the most cultured and most volatile men in Hollywood.

 He studied modern dance with Martha Graham. He painted abstract cityscapes his entire life. He could recite long passages of Shakespeare from memory,  not as a party trick, but because he genuinely loved the language. He wrote a newspaper column. He directed stage productions. He taught acting at Flagler College in Florida and at the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York, where he temporarily replaced his own mentor, Sanford Meisner, in a cruel twist of fate because Meisner was being treated for throat cancer, the same disease that would eventually kill

Boone. He also drank heavily, fought freely, and terrified people. His alcoholism was severe and lifelong. During the filming of God’s Gun in 1976 in Israel, he walked off the set before recording his dialogue. His voice had to be dubbed by someone else entirely. He later described the experience with savage wit.

 “I’m starring in the worst picture ever made. The producer is an Israeli and the director is Italian and they don’t speak. Fortunately, it doesn’t matter because the director is deaf in both ears.” Multiple sources confirmed that the drinking seriously damaged his later career. Directors hesitated to hire him. Leading roles dried up.

  The man who once handpicked every script, director, and guest star on the third most popular show in America found himself taking work in low-budget European productions just to stay busy,  but the intellectual fire never went out. He kept painting. He kept reading Shakespeare. He kept teaching young actors, the boxing  champion who danced with Martha Graham, the tail gunner who painted abstracts, the television cowboy who quoted Keats over dinner.

 When someone called him intimidating, he responded, “I don’t know how anyone could do that to me. Everyone knows I’m a honey bear.” Nobody believed him. Number nine, from Hawaii to Florida, the man who kept leaving. After The Richard Boone Show was canceled in 1964, Boone did what almost no television star has ever done voluntarily. He left.

 Not just the show, he left the city. He packed up his family and moved to Honolulu, Hawaii, a place he’d fallen in love with during the war  when his carrier docked there in 1943. He lived in Hawaii for roughly 7 years, establishing a production company called Pioneer Productions, teaching acting locally, and dreaming of turning the islands into a second Hollywood.

 He helped persuade producer Leonard Freeman to film Hawaii 5-0 entirely on location rather than on a California sound stage. Then came the offer that most actors would have given anything for. Freeman,  grateful for Boone’s help, offered him the lead role of Steve McGarrett in Hawaii 5-0.

 Boone turned it down. The role went to Jack Lord who had appeared as a guest star in the very first episode of Have Gun, Will Travel. Lord played McGarrett for 12 seasons and became a television icon. Boone tried to launch his own Hawaii-based series with a pilot called Kona Coast in 1968, but CBS chose Hawaii 5-0 instead.

 He later returned to television with Heck Ramsey, a mystery series produced by Jack Webb that aired from 1972 to 1974 as part of NBC’s Sunday Mystery Movie Rotation. Heck Ramsey was a former gunfighter who used early forensic science to solve crimes, essentially a CSI Western decades before CSI existed. In one episode, Heck reveals he once worked under the name Paladin, a knowing wink to loyal viewers.

 Boone joked, “Heck Ramsey is a lot like Paladin, only fatter.” Around 1970, he moved again, this time to St. Augustine, Florida, where he wrote his newspaper column, directed local theater, and lectured at Flagler College. In his final year of life, he was appointed Florida’s cultural ambassador. He also received an award from Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in 1979 for his contributions to Israeli cinema.

The son of a Jewish mother from a Russian immigrant family, and honored by the state of Israel near the end of his life. Some circles close quietly. Number 10, 100 cigarettes a day and the Pacific Ocean. Richard Boone was a chain smoker of extraordinary commitment  by multiple accounts.

 He consumed between 60 and 100 cigarettes per day, not a pack, not two packs, up to five packs daily for decades. The cancer came for him the way it was always going to. A dentist spotted a tumor during a routine examination, throat cancer, the same disease that had struck his mentor Sanford Meisner. The diagnosis was a death sentence delivered through the very instrument that had built his career, his voice.

 On January 10th, 1981, Richard Boone died at his home in St. Augustine, Florida. He was 63 years old. The cause was throat cancer complicated by pneumonia. His wife Claire,  the former ballerina he had married in 1951, his third and final wife, was at his side. They had been together for 30 years. The funeral was private.

 The family requested no flowers. He was cremated and his ashes were scattered in the Pacific Ocean off Hawaii, the same waters where he’d flown combat missions as a young tail gunner, the same islands where he’d tried to build a new life after television. He left behind his wife Claire, his son Peter, who had appeared as a child actor in several Have Gun Will Travel episodes,    a grandson named Shawn Allen, and a sister.

 He received five Emmy nominations across three different shows, but never won. He won a Golden Globe, three National Television Critics Awards for Best Actor, and earned a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. But by 1981, either television Western was dead as a genre and the man who had once owned Saturday night was largely forgotten.

 Here’s what stays with you about Richard Boone. He was a frontiersman’s descendant who wanted to be a painter, a Stanford boxing champion who studied modern dance, a Navy tail gunner who enrolled in acting school to improve his fiction writing    and accidentally became an actor, a man who created one of television’s most iconic characters then walked away because he wanted to do something more ambitious.

 A Shakespeare scholar who brawled in bars, a classically trained artist who smoked a hundred cigarettes a day. He turned down the role of Steve McGarrett. He voiced the dragon Smaug. He made John Wayne respect him so deeply that the Duke cast him in his final film. He played chess-playing gunfighters and French-speaking doctors and cold-blooded kidnappers with equal conviction.

 And when it was over,  they scattered his ashes in the Pacific because that’s where his war had been    and that’s where his peace was. If you grew up watching Have Gun, Will Travel, you remember the card, the chess knight, and that unmistakable voice. Now you know the man behind it, the painter, the tail gunner, the Shakespeare scholar, the brawler, and the honey bear who frightened everyone but claimed  he didn’t know how.

 Which story surprised you most? The boxing champion who danced with Martha Graham? The acting school enrollment that was never supposed to lead to acting? The Rolls-Royce from John Wayne? The hundred cigarettes a day? Let us know in the comments. Like, share, and subscribe for more stories about real people who lived impossible lives.

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