A silly question concerning the Howdy Doody show.

That kid in the photo is probably about 20 today and is probably in therapy for several days a week. She will try to understand the nature of her uncontrollable fear the rest of her life.


Its called a EXSANGUIN ATION of clowns.

I once had some DOODYVILLE puppets that my gramom bought me (she was an old Polack first generwtion immigraqnt who thought everything on tV was marvelous).
My doodyville puppets included Mr Bluste, Dilly Dally and Flu Ba Dhub. My mom liked to have them on my dresser so I could see em at nioght. RIIIIGHT. Seeing 3 pairs of moving eyes watching you until you , in an unguarded moment< fall asleep and they come to your bed and KILL YOU>

It's a good thing they didn't have Homey the Clown on that show. He hit people and threatened to kick asses.

i miss homey...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QhuBIkPXn0

oh, they'll do worse than kill you.

first they remove your soul by sucking it through your eyeballs, then they stick it in blender with a bunch of jagged granite pebbles.

Whenever your soul stops screeching, they turn the blender on for 15 minutes.

In the meantime, they kill you and turn you into a zombie.

nice story...I never got to watch Howdy Doody, I came in around the time of Bozo the clown who was played by Willard Scott in Washington DC.
Willard was such a friendly dufus you just couldn't be scared

Willard Scott was the scariest weatherman I ever saw, well there was weatherman Bowman who was also the mayor of Littleton Colorado but he wasn't really scary he was usually just drunk. Both my mom and I loved weatherman Bowman he drew very pretty clouds.

Weatherman Bowman

What, are you kidding?

Look at all that red around his mouth. That's not grease paint son, that's blood.



Re weathermen....the scariest one of all time had to be Tex Antoine.

I was watching the weather that night when he came forth with his infamous quip "Words of Confucius: 'If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.'" right after a story about the rape of a kid was aired.

He was quickly replaced.

Here he is with his mascot "Uncle Weatherby"

Im not going to sleep tonight, Ill be looking for clowns and insane weathermen.

THE answer was ROBERT GOULET

As a boomer child, I watched this stupid show! There wasn't much on Television for little kids then except for the Captain Kangaroo show, and an odd variety show that was hosted by Andy Devine if I recall correctly... As a kid, I always thought that Howdy Doody was creepy. I never cared much for puppets or marionettes, and Buffalo Bob was just a little too lite in the cowboy boots ... If you know what I mean. When I' d see the kids in the Peanut Gallery, they looked un-natural and if they were scared to death or something. I saw the same looks at school when the Principal entered the school room. On the Captain Kangaroo Show, I hated Mr. Bunny Rabbit, because I knew some moron was under the table or stage with his hand shoved up inside of the puppet, and therefore not real. Same with Sherri Lewis and Lamb Chop. Another damn puppet with her hand inside making it move, as she did her Shtick ventriloquist act. It got to the point when my mother turned on the television so we could watch a morning show and if it was adults with puppets, I'd get pissed off and go find something else to do. I really was wondering if adults like Buffalo Bob, Captain Kangaroo, Sherri Lewis, and the assorted adult characters that of companied them were all just nuts or some how messed up? Imagine my utter horror when I entered the third grade and learned that our teacher was a Marionette maker and performer! She actually used all sorts of odd, weird marionette characters standing on a cardboard stage and that stupid
thing would be jumping and bobbing around as she voiced it in some lunatic voice as a teaching aide. I remember telling my parents during a weekend morning breakfast that Miss Ramsey was " crazier than Hell " ! I was punished for saying such a thing! Yet, it was the damn truth. My dad was always saying that someone he knew was crazier than hell, so I figured it was just an appropriate description of someone off of their rocker. The only thing I really liked were animated cartoon programs back then. Most of the Wild West kid shows too were a little too fake and goody-two-shoes for me. I liked to see the Donna Reed show only because she and my mother were nearly dead ringers for one another. My mother even acted like her much off the time, until us kids over whelmed her and she got totally pissed off... Then watch out! Recently I watch the marionette movie, Team America. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Nothing like raunchy, filthy talking and acting marionettes!
Finally- they found the appropriate venue for string puppets, comedic soft core porn! Perfect!
One final thing; I also HATE clowns. People who dress as and do a Clown act are demented freaks.

When I was 11 years old, me and a cousin were cutting through a local cemetery at dusk to get home on time. It's an older city grave yard, with various sections of which some are really old and errie. Anyway, as we wend our way through the maze of inner roads and over the undulating grounds of hills and valleys dodging the large granite monuments and tombstones, the fall wind was blowing crisply with a chilly light rainfall while the massive old oak trees rustled, creeked and groaned in their decrying weatherworn voices over two tresspassing intruders. Within this repository of the long dead, there were many old burial vaults, many of which were in dire need of maintainance because they dated back to the late 1800's.
There is nothing quite like the phantasmagorical and olfactory sensation of an ancient necropolis at dusk to hasten ones pace. It was in this place of moss covered trees, autuminal decaying vegetation, as the nodding twilight of overcast moon shadows illuminated lichen defaced tombstones, where time and memories had long forgotten the names and histories of the corpses below our feet - we encountered the sight of gruesome blackish-gray ghoul opening the creaking rusted iron door of a crypt! It was about seven feet tall and it's face was covered in a dark dried crust of scaling dead skin with gray skull showing through. The eyes were black as anthracite coal and it's exposed teeth behind wisened open lips were stained with the dark brown from dried blood. From its immense head flowed long thin whisps of grayish-white hair that seemed to be alive as it danced in the wind. Its hands with long thin black fingers with long nails hung outward in front of it as it macabrely stalked toward us, moaning. Then it let out the most horrifyingly gut churning shriek I had ever heard in my life, and I instantly jumped and screamed in panic and began running for my life as my arms flailed wildly over my head. I didn't care where my cousin was or if the ghoul had got him. It was a matter of life or death, and all I cared about was getting the heck out of there. By the time I reached my cousins house my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought it was going to explode. Then I realized as well that I had peed myself and was aware that something soft and mushy was inside of my underwear. I literally had the crap scared out me! As I entered the house I began to cry loudly and was shaking violently. My parents and aunt listened to my story, as just then my cousin walked in pointing at me and laughing himself silly with the ghoul following him into the house. Seems that the neighboring teen next door had decided to give me a good scare with his halloween costume. He knew we'd be coming through the cemetery and then decided he'd wait to ambush us from the old delapidated and empty vault. My cousin was wise to the scheme and more or less in on it. Instantly I hated the both of them for pulling this stunt on me. To this day, I hate horror movies and never particpated in Holloween dress-up parties or going out at night to collect candy. NEVER scare an 11 year old girl with antics like this. She'll never trust or forgive you. Neither did I.