When Paul Holladay Puts on His Sailor Suit, He's Popeye from Pipestem to Stern
In fact, the role of Bluto's nemesis, Wimpy's pal, Olive Oyl's lover and Swee'Pea's dad is a relatively new one for Holladay, 70, a retired maintenance worker for Rockwell International Corp. A onetime amateur boxer, partially deafened as a result of his service as a bomber tail gunner in World War II, he had been attending hearing-deficiency and lip-reading classes at a VA outpatient clinic three years ago, when a therapist noticed his resemblance to the cartoon character and suggested he start playing Popeye. Holladay, an Arkansas native who settled in L.A. in 1929, thought it over, then searched Army-Navy surplus stores for a sailor outfit. By the time he'd rounded up a corncob pipe and some sponges for "muskles," he was Popeye right down to the forearms.
Since then Holladay has appeared in more than two dozen parades and street festivals, county fairs and look-alike contests, spouting doggerel and mariners' wisdom. The work has brought him out of his shell. Never married ("I didn't think anyone would want to put up with my injuries from the war"), Holladay had struggled vainly to deal with his handicap. "With my hearing so bad, I didn't pick up on everything, and I just wanted to disappear," he explains. When he couldn't do that, he lashed out. Says his friend and manager, Rudy Salcedo: "Fifteen or 20 years ago I used to bail him out of jail. He was in competition with everyone. Now he's learning that by letting his inner self come out and giving, he makes other people happy. He feels useful." The freshly minted old salt agrees, especially after his visit last Christmas to two children's hospitals. "When I saw those kids' disabilities, I felt mine was nothing," he says. "It's something I have to cope with. This is my last duty in life, so I'm going to keep doing something worthwhile."