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M*A*S*H legend has died aged 82

Actor Patrick Adiarte,

who had a recurring role on season one of the beloved sitcom

M*A*S*H, died this Tuesday at the age of 82.

Adiarte enjoyed a glittering career in musicals,

including the film adaptations of the

Rodgers and Hammerstein shows

The King And I and Flower Drum Song.

The Philippines-born actor also appeared on classic television programs like Bonanza,

The Brady Bunch and Hawaii

Five-O and Kojak in the 1970s.

During that decade,

he landed his most enduringly popular role as the camp houseboy

Ho-Jon on M*A*S*H, which he played from 1972 to 1973.

He was also a dazzling dancer,

demonstrating his talent during a TV

appearance with Gene Kelly

, who hailed him as a potential successor to Fred Astaire.

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