LOS ANGELES - One hundred years ago today, a son they named Leslie Towns Hope was born to a stonemason and his wife in the London suburb of Eltham.
The boy grew up to become the most American of comedians: Bob Hope.
The family moved to Cleveland when the boy was 4. "I left England when I found out that I couldn't be king," Mr. Hope later quipped. Like many immigrants, he became strongly patriotic.
He entertained troops in far-off lands, often near combat zones, during every major 20th century American conflict except World War I. He was a tireless performer for charitable causes. He appeared before 11 presidents, even playing golf with several of them.
As a performer in radio, movies and television, Mr. Hope captured the American idiom. His crisp delivery was tuned to the latest slang. His barbs at politicians and other public figures were well-aimed but never hurt. And, unlike many later comedians, his humor was always fit for family audiences.
Since appearing on his final TV special on his 90th birthday, Mr. Hope's health has gradually worsened. No longer able to communicate, he may be unaware of all the celebrations for his 100th birthday - and this was a man who cherished honors.
Linda Hope, the oldest of Mr. Hope's four adopted children, believes her father realizes that his birthday is approaching. "Every time we talk about it, he has a big grin on his face," she said. "He always said that he was determined to outlive his grandfather, who passed away shortly before his 100th birthday.
"His health is very frail at this point, and the doctor won't let him out in crowds with all the infection going around. He's pretty much home in his room and out on the patio."
IN HIS PRIME, Mr. Hope received more than 1,500 awards - from Queen Elizabeth, the Pope, the Motion Picture Academy (four honorary Oscars), the White House, Congress and dozens of universities (54 honorary degrees).
As a young man, Mr. Hope boxed briefly under the name "Packy East." In the 1950s, he was part-owner of the Cleveland Indians baseball team.
The 100th birthday celebrations included a two-hour NBC special that aired Saturday; a Hollywood Walk of Fame event proclaiming Mr. Hope as Citizen of the Century; release of 17 of Mr. Hope's movies on DVD by Universal Studios; a traveling exhibit at the Reagan Library; Hollywood and Vine being renamed Bob Hope Square; a BBC special; an A&E biography; film festivals in Los Angeles, New York, London and Chicago; and renaming the street where he lives Bob Hope Way.
Two days before Mr. Hope's birthday, his wife, Dolores, turned 94. The couple met on Dec. 21, 1933, when Mr. Hope walked into a Manhattan nightclub and heard a statuesque beauty singing It's Only a Paper Moon. Mr. Hope persuaded Dolores Reade to join his vaudeville act, and they were married in 1934. They've been together 69 years in a town not known for marital longevity.
Daughter Linda, unofficial keeper of the Hope legacy, said her dad "was a great father, full of fun.
"He made such fun for all of us, like giving us golf lessons with our own little clubs. And the ordinary things that fathers do: going out to restaurants, the theater, circuses. It was always a fun-filled thing with him, because he was spontaneous."
For many years the Hope children observed Christmas Day while their father took his troupe of entertainers to far-off places.
"We had two Christmases," Linda explained. "We would open a few presents on Christmas Day. Two or three days later, Dad would return and we'd have more presents. Dad would always bring us little exotic pieces he picked up on his trips."
Those who helped make Mr. Hope funny over the years agree that he was a benign boss.
"He was the easiest person for a writer to work for that there ever was," comments Mort Lachman, who also toiled as director and producer for Mr. Hope from 1947 to 1975. "He was the opposite of most comics: he didn't hate the writers."
Mr. Lachman recalled his first job with Mr. Hope. He was in a room with a dozen other joke writers, most from New York, all pitching for the star's radio show. Mr. Lachman, "an introvert from Seattle," shyly wrote a joke on a used envelope. Mr. Hope grabbed it, read it and crumpled it. When the pitches ended, he recited the young man's joke. Big laugh.
Mr. Hope muttered to Mr. Lachman, "You didn't think I was that funny, did you?"
Gene Perret, who contributed gags from 1969 to Mr. Hope's retirement in 1993, recalls: "There were two things he always wanted with him when he traveled - a big box with all his makeup in it and a beat-up briefcase full of jokes. That was all he needed on the road."
Mr. Hope always steered away from racy material, Mr. Perret added, remembering when Mr. Hope rejected a joke for the 25th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth's reign. "I don't want to do it in front of the Queen," the comedian said.
When Mr. Perret argued, Mr. Hope said, "You do it. But remember, she still has the power to behead."
"The public Hope was like the private Hope," remarks Hal Kanter, who co-wrote six screenplays for Mr. Hope, including The Road to Bali and Off Limits. "He appreciated good dirty jokes, but he never used coarse language."
Phyllis Diller, who became a regular on the Hope shows, remembers their first meeting: She had been booked into a second-rate hotel in Washington.
"I had an audience full of hookers," she recalled, "and I was doing my little act about domesticity. It wasn't going over, so Bob saw me bomb. But he told me I was great. That was the turning point in my career."
Mr. Lachman touched on Mr. Hope's great appeal:
"He was everyman. He wasn't better than anybody else. When we were in Vietnam, he was as big a coward as anybody. He was the guy who never got the girl, who always said the wrong thing, who couldn't quite dance or sing," Mr. Lachman said. "That's why he represented all those servicemen out there who were doing the same things."