name='torerro']Yes Fred Karno did have an Off licence in Lilliput, and according to a biographical programme on T.V. he also had an Off licence at the Constitution Hill end of Ashley road, Parkstone, Dorset. I actually met Fred Karno about 6 weeks before he died. I had been evacuated from Portsmouth to stay with an aunt, due to the intense bombing raids on Portsmouth. I had been down to Alder Road Park
to train for the coming sports day at Heatherlands School, and took an unusual
route home in case the corner shop (Magnets Stores) had any sweets. A man beckoned me from across the road,"Come here Sonny". I could see that he wasn't
well and had difficulty in standing."Could you get me my rations from the shop?" He handed me his ration book and half-a-crown(12 and a half pence) and pointed back to the house behind."I live on the top floor, I'll be there." I watched him walk with dificulty to the door to the stairs, then went to the shop for him. I noticed the name on the ration book was Fred Karno, but it meant nothing to me then. When I took his rations back I walked up the stairs, which were bare boards, and into his living room. There was no furniture, only a couple of tea chests, and Fred was sitting upon one. Apart from that there were only a couple of threadbare offcuts of carpet on the floor. At his request I took the rations into the kitchen and put them into the fitted cupboard, then coming back into the living room I noticed 8 or
so theatre posters or playbills stuck on the walls. Two immediately struck my eye
At the top of each was a name I knew - Charlie Chaplin on one and Stan Laurel on the other. "Did you know them?" I said. "Know them - I made them!" he replied. He then began to tell me how he had trained them to be the great artists
they had become. He praised Stan Laurel as a gentlemen and told how he always sent a Christmas Card and some money each year, but was very bitter about
Charlie Chaplin who he denounced as mean and ungrateful, using terms that cannot be written here.I listened fascinated as he told tales of triumphs and travelling to Hollywood to make films, then realised I would be late home and my mother would be worried. When I explained where I had been she was upset and forbade me to enter Fred's flat again, but said I could go to the shop for him
if he met me at the gate. She was astonished when I told her he was Fred Karno
and confirmed most of what he had told me, but I am not sure that she believed it was really him. So for the next few weeks I got his rations, then one time I called
at the house only to be told he had been taken to hospital. The following Sunday I read in the News of the World, that Mr Karno had died at his home in Wharfdale Road Parkstone Dorset. I think the headline was something like :"Great Impresario dies in Poverty. "
I hope this post has been both informative and interesting.