We all grow up with idols. I imagine who or what we choose to emulate is a reflection of our character.
So here goes and please don’t judge me.
My favorite TV personality growing up in the fifties was, drum roll please…Froggy the Gremlin from Andy’s Gang. Hiya, Kids Hiya Hiya. Words to live by I say.
Yes, Baby Boomers were lucky to grow up with such a brilliant and hysterical array of puppets and unforgettable characters.
Although I loved Howdy Doody, Rootie Kazootie, White Fang and Black Tooth, Kukla Fran and Ollie and all the others, Froggy the Gremlin from Andy’s Gang holds a special place in my heart.
“Why?” you ask.
Who couldn’t love a frog with a deep bass voice in a suit? One who drives everyone around him crazy and gets them tearing their hair out, and screaming while you roar with laughter?
Top that off with a black cat named Midnight that says nothing except “nice” and plays musical instruments badly. Hello, pure perfection.
The sponsor was even a little strange. Some kid with a pageboy and a dog announcing,
“That’s my dog Tige, he lives in a shoe.
I’m Buster Brown look for me in there too.”
The show followed a pretty straightforward formula. Andy Divine was the host who welcomed you each week singing the sage words:
You Got a Gang
I got a gang.
Everybody’s got to have a gang.
But there’s only one real gang for me, Good old Andy’s gang.
It all seemed pretty harmless to me. But of course, our generation was nothing if not innocent.
There was also a short film mostly starring Gunga the Jungle Boy. He rode an elephant and had adventures.
Then there may be a musical number, but the highlight was always Froggy driving his music teacher, Pasta Fazooli, and everyone crazy. He’d twist and add to their words to completely change the meaning and make them look stupid.
By the time Froggy was done they were tearing their hair out and running screaming off the stage. Froggy just laughed evilly.
Okay, so what was so funny about that you ask?
I believe this is the same generation that thought that anything bought from Acme and used by Coyote was the funniest thing of life?
And most still do.
So did we have a warped sense of humor? Or was there something we missed in the violence and nastiness? Did this lead to aggressive behavior? What is so funny about a frog creating chaos? Driving people to distraction and freaking out while a frog breaks into fits of laughter at their pain.
Could you ever imagine Big Bird slamming the lid down on Oscar’s head? Or Bert stealing Cookie Monster’s cookies? Or Kermit making Elmo cry?
Couldn’t happen.
I see irony here. After all Baby Boomers marched against war, despite the carnage they found so hilarious.
Seriously, Coyote falling off a cliff with an anvil aiming for his head? And don’t forget that dumb look on his face. Priceless.
Despite the fact we watched the Untouchables, Froggy Gremlin driving people out of their minds, Bugs creating havoc for everyone around him and Acme selling explosives, I thought we abhorred violence.
We marched against a war and made Peace, Love and Rock and Roll the watchwords of our generation.
We were Woodstock, The Chicago Seven and flower children. If true, how were we affected by the violence we found so uproariously funny?
“Watching violence in movies and on television is potentially harmful to your child. As early as the 1960s, studies reported that watching violence can make children more aggressive.”
This is what the experts claimed.
Still, is it true? It doesn’t seem to make any sense at all.
I always turn my head away from the horse head in the bed scene every time I watch The Godfather. And I have watched it a lot.
Were we being brainwashed to accept pain and destruction as commonplace? I never felt that way, but perhaps I was naïve.
Was Froggy the inspiration for Jedi mind control. After all what is different about Froggy changing the meaning of someone’s sentence and Luke saying “You will take me to Jabba?”
Was pluck your magic twanger, Froggy some sort of secret code for brainwashing?
Have the CIA and Mossad adopted it to use on terrorists?
How could anyone accuse Midnight the Cat, whose every word was “Nice,” of exhibiting aggressive behavior?
Let’s get real here. Do you really believe Baby Boomers were affected by Ming the Merciless when Flash Gordon chased him through space on his cardboard rocket ship?
Or wanted to emulate Superman when he hit the bad guy a foot away from his face?
For heaven’s sake people, have you forgotten about Lassie and Timmy?
Yes, I agree Viet Nam changed us. We were greatly upset by the Chicago Democratic Convention of 1968. No doubt about the horror we all felt watching the brutal violence against our peace efforts.
Yet no one can ever convince me that Froggy, Bugs or Yosemite Sam created a generation of violence-prone adults. Did we all grow up to be the Three Stooges?
Perhaps we were an angry generation, I’ll give you that one.
War, Watergate, John, Martin and Robert assassinations, drugs, the loss of innocence, all contributed to a feeling of frustration and hopelessness. But violence? I just can’t see it.
Yet, if I’m wrong about the impact, I’m not about the need for the laughter.
I admit our taste was a bit juvenile. But Froggy and his magic twanger (whatever that is) or Acme’s weapons list seemed to provide great laughs. After all Punch and Judy are older than dirt.
Can laughter be a bad thing? No one will ever convince me it can.
If you say it is I’ll get really angry with you and…
Never mind. Have a nice day.
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