I Still Have...
...my very first hankie, given as a second birthday present by my Great Aunt Cody. Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you had a Great Aunt Cody?Here you can sing along with the theme song in the meantime:
Labels: 1950s, children, Memoirs, television
posted by Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) @ 2:54 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
The face on the little girl as that little puppet boy makes out with that little puppet dog is priceless.
That hanky belongs in the TV museum.
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Gavin - I'm not quite ready to part with it, but I'll keep the museum in mind when updating my will.
I shudder to contemplate what it means if you put that hanky in your left or your right jeans pocket.
Oh, wait; you'd never be caught wearing jeans. Never mind.
Huntington - I don't think it has the same meaning in the breast pocket of a fine smoking jacket.
I'm afraid of El Squeako. He looks rather manaical.
Still...this is very cool!
That would be even more perverse, JT. We need to devise a whole new hanky code for smoking jackets.
Jill - El Squeako is tough looking but sweet.
Huntington - Yes, we gents in smoking jackets must be careful about giving off the wrong signals.
oh my yes I wish I had an aunt cody if only to get that hankie!!! how do you have it displayed? I hope there is a shire which is worthy! eek! I'm absolutely GREEN!!!
Mouse - On top of all that, Cody was a showgirl in the very early days of Vegas.
I've checked all my Spanish/English dictionaries and even asked a few Dominican friends and I can't seem to find a satisfactory translation for "el squeako."
Dave - Perhaps it's a Catalan word.
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