when good friends go bad

 You've probably heard the tales of Pakistani and Indian stage players, whose portrayal of infidelity predominates, about how friendships that start off well end badly, like in the case of Babu Baral and Shawki Khan. What took place? I now wish to share the tale of the enduring friendship on the western stage.

Before either man became well-known, Frank Sinatra made an appearance in a New York theatre sometime in the late 1940s. He proceeded to Harlem after his performance to see the Will Maston Trio, which was fronted by a young Sammy Davis Jr. Sammy's talent astounded Frank, and after the performance he invited Sammy to see his show.

A week passes. Sammy, no. Sinatra asked the Will Maston Trio when he returned to Harlem. Why he didn't show up, Sammy. Sammy claimed to be there, but entry was denied. In front of them, Frank tore up his contract and rushed back to the theatre, vowing never to play there again. Throughout the duration of their friendship, that would recur frequently.

Give him my room, Frank offered when Sammy was turned down for a hotel room in Las Vegas. Sammy lost an eye in a vehicle accident, and Sinatra covered all of his medical expenses. A reporter once questioned Frank about why he was consistently so kind to Sammy after five decades and 40 years of performing together. Frank replied, "He's my brother," in only three words.