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Originally posted by: O2bnVegas
"how old does one have to be to call someone a ma-roon"...he asked.
Well, I'm 67 and loving this, revisiting Bugs and the Roadrunner (beep beep) and all my old cartoon idols.
Not a cartoon, but does anybody remember Flash Gordon? Saturday mornings were so great.
Originally posted by: O2bnVegas
"how old does one have to be to call someone a ma-roon"...he asked.
Well, I'm 67 and loving this, revisiting Bugs and the Roadrunner (beep beep) and all my old cartoon idols.
Not a cartoon, but does anybody remember Flash Gordon? Saturday mornings were so great.
Does anybody remember Flash Gordon? Absolutely ! And not the 1980 big-screen version with a soundtrack by Queen either.
O2bnVegas and DonDiego are indeed contemporaries. When little DonDiego was in elementary school in the Lehigh Valley of Pennsylvania, each day at 5:00PM the fire-alarm sirens atop each school in town would sound, . . . just to let everyone know it was 5 o'clock. And that meant it was time to run home from whatever mischief little DonDiego was engaged in, because the "Chief Halftown Show" was starting on WFIL-TV outta Philly; we only got 2 channels, because that's all there were; . . . unless one used the Tenna-Rotor to rotate the rooftop antenna towards New York City to receive a snowy, unstable picture, . . . which was only a bit better at night when DonDiego and his brother would watch Zacherly out of WOR-TV a few years later, . . . after John Zacherly left Philadelphia and went to New York.
But DonDiego digresses.
Chief Halftown was a real Indian who hosted the kid's cartoon show at 5 o'clock. He showed all the old LooneyToons and others, . . . 'cept never any Disney stuff. He'd start the cartoons by saying "Eesta suh suss away", which he said meant "Start the cartoon". And he'd also show the serials from the 1930s, . . . like Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, . . . in the way they were meant to be seen - one episode each day to keep little DonDiego on the edge of his seat. And there were others too, . . . some Westerns, but the folks used radios and airplanes . . . and "Don Winslow of the Coast Guard", and "Jungle Jim" [one could always count on quicksand showing up sometime], and "Tim Tyler's Luck", and some spy movies, and a Chinese detective [Fu Manchu? . . . Charlie Chan?].
Those serials provided a valuable lesson. Most of the time each episode ended with a cliffhanger - the hero or some young lady tied to a railroad track or the hero being blown up or driving off a cliff or something ! And little DonDiego couldn't wait to see how they'd get outta it. And the next episode would quite often show something which the previous episode had failed to record on film - like the train being switched to a different track before it squished the heroine, or like the hero jumping out of the car before it went over the cliff, or like the hero finding a secret doorway before the explosive went off.
They taught poor little DonDiego skepticism.
O2bnVegas and DonDiego are indeed contemporaries. When little DonDiego was in elementary school in the Lehigh Valley of Pennsylvania, each day at 5:00PM the fire-alarm sirens atop each school in town would sound, . . . just to let everyone know it was 5 o'clock. And that meant it was time to run home from whatever mischief little DonDiego was engaged in, because the "Chief Halftown Show" was starting on WFIL-TV outta Philly; we only got 2 channels, because that's all there were; . . . unless one used the Tenna-Rotor to rotate the rooftop antenna towards New York City to receive a snowy, unstable picture, . . . which was only a bit better at night when DonDiego and his brother would watch Zacherly out of WOR-TV a few years later, . . . after John Zacherly left Philadelphia and went to New York.
But DonDiego digresses.
Chief Halftown was a real Indian who hosted the kid's cartoon show at 5 o'clock. He showed all the old LooneyToons and others, . . . 'cept never any Disney stuff. He'd start the cartoons by saying "Eesta suh suss away", which he said meant "Start the cartoon". And he'd also show the serials from the 1930s, . . . like Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, . . . in the way they were meant to be seen - one episode each day to keep little DonDiego on the edge of his seat. And there were others too, . . . some Westerns, but the folks used radios and airplanes . . . and "Don Winslow of the Coast Guard", and "Jungle Jim" [one could always count on quicksand showing up sometime], and "Tim Tyler's Luck", and some spy movies, and a Chinese detective [Fu Manchu? . . . Charlie Chan?].
Those serials provided a valuable lesson. Most of the time each episode ended with a cliffhanger - the hero or some young lady tied to a railroad track or the hero being blown up or driving off a cliff or something ! And little DonDiego couldn't wait to see how they'd get outta it. And the next episode would quite often show something which the previous episode had failed to record on film - like the train being switched to a different track before it squished the heroine, or like the hero jumping out of the car before it went over the cliff, or like the hero finding a secret doorway before the explosive went off.
They taught poor little DonDiego skepticism.
