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How about that song Gene London would sing at the beginning of each show "come on in to the general store, we've got licorice..." that's about all I remember of it. Also, everytime the song ended, a box filled with confetti would fall on his head... Sheesh. this post really brought back some early tv memories.
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Happy the Clown would have been a pretty serious gut-puncher, I truly believe. He could have made Gene London cry. Channel Six in general had more street-hardened children's show hosts.
In a newsroom brawl, though, I might put my money on the old Channel 3 team. Vince Leonard had a kind of no-nonsense military bearing and could have slapped the toupe right off Facenda's head. Big Al Meltzer had an enormous reach and I think would have overcome any height advantage that Bill Hart gave Channel 10. And Malcolm Poindexter had the battle-scarred face of the veteran pugilist. I am positive that neither Bill Baldini nor Cathy Gandolfo wanted any part of him. I would pay megabucks to watch such a faceoff. |
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"Television Kitchen" with Florence Hanford. Very local. I recall very slow-moving summer afternoons catching Bernie Hermann on the "Dialing For Dollars" movie. Chief Halftown used to co-host the Phillies pre-game show one year with Clay Dalrymple. Now there is a duo that probably never expected to be working together. |
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Great memories..thanks. Growing up in Philadelphia during the 60' & 70's was the greatest..I was on the Uncle Pete Christmas show and I remember how amazed I was that Santa Claus knew what my name was (duh)...
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You can write Mr. London in sunny Florida. He's a nice man. He was ill for a bit. He loves getting letters from old Philly kids. That dude had one imagination, but could not draw for crapolla. So said my mom the Moore graduate. Mr. Dibbly was a mean boss, and Debbie Dibbly was she hot? I forget? Then again I was busy playing with my ****LIDDLE KIDDLES****. Pre that lousy little poser Polly Pocket. Man, Liddle Kiddles came in perfume bottles, and lockets. I had em all. My brother's had that Stretch Armstrong. You get boinked by a snapping Stretch Armstrong enough ya get a bruised head. Barry The Barometer still is my all time love. Heck, with Captain Noah. I liked his barometer. |
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