My favorite Vic story was perhaps apocryphal, but I still love the humor behind it:
Leaving school at 15, he became a salesman with a wholesale candy house, then went out on his own as a candy jobber. Four years later he packed his car with canned goods and candy and headed to Hollywood, armed with the following advice from his father, who had become a success in the refrigeration business: ''As long as people think you're dumber than you are, you'll make money.''
Mr. Mature said he telegraphed his father: ''Arrived here with 11 cents and an ambition. I am going to become an actor.''
His father wired back: ''Forty-three years ago I arrived in New York with five cents and could not even speak English. You are six cents up on me.''