Brothers
The brothers were:
| Stage name | Actual name | Born | Died | Age |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Chico | Leonard | March 22, 1887 | October 11, 1961 | 74 |
| Harpo | Adolph (after 1911: Arthur) | November 23, 1888 | September 28, 1964 | 75 |
| Groucho | Julius Henry | October 2, 1890 | August 19, 1977 | 86 |
| Gummo | Milton | October 23, 1892 | April 21, 1977 | 84 |
| Zeppo | Herbert Manfred | February 25, 1901 | November 30, 1979 | 78 |
A sixth brother, Manfred ("Mannie"), was actually the first child of Samuel and Minnie, born in 1886, though an online family tree states that he was born in 1885: "Family lore told privately of the firstborn son, Manny, born in 1886 but surviving for only three months, and carried off by tuberculosis. Even some members of the Marx family wondered if he was pure myth. But Manfred can be verified. A death certificate of the Borough of Manhattan reveals that he died, aged seven months, on 17 July 1886, of 'entero-colitis,' with 'asthenia' contributing, i.e. probably a victim of influenza. He is buried at New York's Washington Cemetery, beside his grandmother, Fanny Sophie Schönberg (née Salomons), who died on 10 April 1901."
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Famous quotes containing the word brothers:
“It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn’t marry the right person.”
—Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860–1904)
“Last night I watched my brothers play,
The gentle and the reckless one,
In a field two yards away.
For half a century they were gone
Beyond the other side of care
To be among the peaceful dead.”
—Edwin Muir (1887–1959)
“A village seems thus, where its able-bodied men are all plowing the ocean together, as a common field. In North Truro the women and girls may sit at their doors, and see where their husbands and brothers are harvesting their mackerel fifteen or twenty miles off, on the sea, with hundreds of white harvest wagons, just as in the country the farmers’ wives sometimes see their husbands working in a distant hillside field. But the sound of no dinner-horn can reach the fisher’s ear.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)