Howard Hesseman (born February 27, 1940) is an American actor best known for playing disc jockey Johnny Fever on WKRP in Cincinnati and schoolteacher Charlie Moore on Head of the Class.
Early life
Hesseman was born in Lebanon, Oregon, the son of Edna (née Forster) and George Henry Hesseman. His parents divorced when he was five, and he was raised by his mother and stepfather, a police officer. Hesseman attended the University of Oregon, and was later a founding member of the San Francisco-based improvisational comedy troupe The Committee with fellow actor David Ogden Stiers. Early in his acting career, he used the alias Don Sturdy, the name he also used as a radio DJ.
Career
Under the alias of Don Sturdy, Hesseman made some television appearances, including one episode of Dragnet in 1968 in which he portrayed a hippie named Jesse Chaplin who was the editor of an underground newspaper. In this Dragnet episode, his character was a panelist on a TV opinion show opposite Sgt. Friday and Officer Gannon.
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