Real People Sold You Things On Television
They didn’t have any fancy graphics in those days, no flashy “ten pictures per second” spurts of video. You just had someone tell you about the product. It was so simple then.
The guy, in this case Hugh Conover, sat in a regular living room chair and talked to us about Skippy peanut butter. I don’t know how long he went on, but he looked at us, talked about the qualities of Skippy and I bought the stuff for years. It’s still my favorite, if for no other reason than Hugh Conover knew how to sell peanut butter.
I never could figure out how Buffalo Bob could split the Three Musketeers bar into three pieces so easily. Still can’t. It did not appear as if someone had cut it ahead of time, but with the pictures we saw on the tv sets of the time, they may have. But Bob was another person who could easily and conversationally sell iceboxes to Eskimos, or candy bars to kids. All he had to do was look at you and talk about how great they were.
Everybody has a story
E. Louise Howells passed on to glory the other day locally. From her obituary: “She loved art, writing, writing poetry, travel and was amazing on the dance floor. She loved good coffee, well-mixed Manhattans, ice-cold beer and preparing food. She could shoot a rifle with extreme accuracy, jitterbug like there was no tomorrow and cook up a storm. She believed in America, freedom of speech, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
The guy, in this case Hugh Conover, sat in a regular living room chair and talked to us about Skippy peanut butter. I don’t know how long he went on, but he looked at us, talked about the qualities of Skippy and I bought the stuff for years. It’s still my favorite, if for no other reason than Hugh Conover knew how to sell peanut butter.
I never could figure out how Buffalo Bob could split the Three Musketeers bar into three pieces so easily. Still can’t. It did not appear as if someone had cut it ahead of time, but with the pictures we saw on the tv sets of the time, they may have. But Bob was another person who could easily and conversationally sell iceboxes to Eskimos, or candy bars to kids. All he had to do was look at you and talk about how great they were.
Everybody has a story
E. Louise Howells passed on to glory the other day locally. From her obituary: “She loved art, writing, writing poetry, travel and was amazing on the dance floor. She loved good coffee, well-mixed Manhattans, ice-cold beer and preparing food. She could shoot a rifle with extreme accuracy, jitterbug like there was no tomorrow and cook up a storm. She believed in America, freedom of speech, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
posted by Tom Carten at 12:12 AM
3 Comments:
My newspaper used to consider obituaries as news articles; and they read that way, too. Dull.
This one describes a person who was full of life. I hope mine will read so well (in the far, far future, of course).
RuthC went to the Great Ship In The Sky yesterday, under the hand of Captain Jesus Christ and crew of Heavenly Angels.
Ruth was quoted as having never met a cruise she didn't like, and the only time she said "dam" it was connected to Rotter, Amster, Wester, Maas, and other similar words.
She leaves, to keep her memory, the Reservations and Accounting Departments of HAL, various Piano Bars, the Cruise Critic board and many online and onboard friends.
This is going to sound extremely odd, but Hugh Conover, who you so lovingly remember doing a Skippy peanut butter commercial, was my great uncle. I'm thrilled that someone remembers him so fondly. I wish I had gotten to meet him.
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