Saturday, 14 February 2015
ARREST ME, OFFICER! I USED TO PUNCH YOGI BEAR ON A REGULAR BASIS...
It's amazing what you find out long after the fact. Case in
point: When I was three or four, I remember my father inflating
a YOGI BEAR figure while sitting on the back step at the side of the
house. (Yeah, the 'back' door was at the side of the house - go figger!)
I had what seemed like loads of Yogi merchandise when I was young.
In that house alone, I had a MARX Yogi on a scooter, a cardboard
Yogi Hallowe'en mask, a pair of Yogi slippers (with little Yogi heads
on the toes) and the above inflatable Yogi. (I also had a Marx Yogi
& Huck ramp walker about this time, but I may not have got
that until we'd moved to our next house, I'm not sure.)
I loved punching the bejabbers out of my inflatable Yogi
(in an affectionate way, of course), but no longer remember
exactly what happened to him. I have a vague idea that he sprung
a leak and was discreetly disposed of, but I probably wasn't told of
his fate at the time. I recall my dad putting sand in the base to weigh
him down on the day that Yogi first arrived, but I never knew where
he'd come from - until now that is. I recently bought this flyer, which
reveals that the punch toy was a special offer from FAIRY SNOW
and associated washing powders - so, over 50 years later, I at last
know where one of my best boyhood buddies originated. Now if
only I could find a replacement. Anyone know where I can
get one? If so, I'll let you have the first punch.
Did anyone else have an inflatable Yogi when they were
a kid? (No - an inflatable sheep doesn't count, you perv!)
Then leave your reminiscences in the comments section.
Posted by Kid at Saturday, February 14, 2015