The forthcoming book, "Comedians at 78rpm" (McFarland) recounts how the bizarre Fragson was able to become a star in both England and France. He was born in England, taught himself French, and ended up amusing the French with his Cockney-accented version of their language. Then he became a star back home, thanks to his French-fried English pronunciation!

Theater manager Billy Boardman said there was "something inscrutable and at the same time magnetic in Fragson's personality, something which drew as well as repelled. He was horribly alert, watchful and self-possessed. His restless, eager eyes seemed to be everywhere, his hard, unwinking gaze on everyone. There was something mocking in the way in which he proclaimed himself 'your most humble and obdient servant.' There was irony in the perfunctory bow and inquiring glance with which he greeted you when he strode out from the wings. There was defiance in the voice as he darted to the piano and, sitting himself sideways, announced, 'A humorous song entitled "The Other Department, Please.'"

For more on his songs, read the McFarland book. For more on his demise, read on.

The 44 year-old singer/composer was living in Paris, enjoying the attentions of a young dancer from Marseilles, Paulette Frank. The girl also seemed to have a peculiar affect on Harry's mentally and physically ailing 83 year-old father. After an evening meal, Harry came home to find the door locked. He rang the bell but the old man took his time answering it. The old man finally let Harry in. But for only one deadly reason.

The elderly gent confessed to police: "My son lived with me in the Rue Lafayette for many years. Six months ago he fell in love with a pretty young artist and brought her home...

"...I objected; but it was useless to talk to Harry, who would have his own way. My life became such a misery that I often thought of putting an end to myself. Tonight my son came in about 8:30 and blamed me for having bolted the door, which made me, though slow in answering, say, "I am tired of the dog's life I am leading. I took a pistol from my pocket, meaning to blow out my brains. At that moment Harry passed before me and in a wild, mad rush I lifted the weapon and fired."