Continuing to sift thru a variety of early kinescopes from the 1948-50 era, I keep coming back to "Howdy Doody," which, the more I watch, the more it comes across as one of the most disturbing kiddie shows ever aired. Those who remember the show's later era will think of Doodyville as a center of innocent, whimsical fun, but the early shows over and over again come across as unsettling on just about every possible level. But the one thing that comes across in just about every show I've seen so far is the palpable, mutual loathing exhibited between Bob Smith and Bob "Clarabell the Clown" Keeshan. I knew the two men didn't much care for each other, and it only got worse the longer they worked together, but I wasn't prepared to see it acted out on screen so obviously and explicitly.
The gentle Kangarooish Bob Keeshan is nowhere to be seen here. His Clarabell is a hulking, thuggish presence around the Peanut Gallery -- which perhaps reflects his off-camera role as Bob's enforcer, keeping the kids in their place and under control. But there is no jolliness or whimsy in this Clarabell -- he storms around the set, throwing violent tantrums like a splenetic two year old when he doesn't get his way, and Bob goes out of his way to goad him. Some of this goes beyond mere teasing -- when the good ol' Buffalo bellows "YOU STUPID CLOWN!" when Clarabell botches some trick or other, it really sounds like he's yelling at Keeshan himself, not the character he's playing. And Keeshan looks, thru the makeup, like he's genuinely seething. When the time comes to let Buffalo Bob have it right in the face with the seltzer bottle, you can see Keeshan glaring at Smith, just before pressing the lever, with a look that can only be described as slit-eyed, murderous hate.
Something must also be said about the absolutely relentless vending on these shows. Bob not only does the interminable commercials, he compels the kids to join him in singing the commercial jingles -- and no matter what you think abou the Boys, there's something honestly distressing about a bleacher full of six year olds being made to sing "Halo, everybody, halo! Halo is the shampoo that glorifies your hair!" When a kid tries to interrupt Bob as he's giving his pitch, he blows the little scamp right off, and keeps on selling. No doubt the wee tyke settled right down, lest Clarabell fix him in that terrifying slit-eyed glare.
(And NBC really needs to adjust its vertical linearity. The test pattern looks like poop.)
I (and my pals) started watching "Howdy Doody" in 1952, so we missed the worst of the Buffalo Bob and Clarabelle hatred and combat. We also missed the creepy, monstrous version of Howdy (fortunately).
As for the kids singing the commercials, we still can do it. At one lunch-time recently there were half a dozen university professors having lunch together. Somehow the topic of our childhood TV-viewing habits came up, including "Howdy Doody".
One bold person started singing the Halo commercial and all of us joined in, correct word-for-word. We also sang, "Brush your teeth with Colgate, Colgate Dental Cream..." Once imprinted, never forgotten...
I will say that even as kids we had some impression of the lack of real entertainment quality of "Howdy Doody". We had a parody song back then that started out: "It's Howdy Doody time, and it ain't worth a dime!" Unfortunately I can't remember the rest of it.
One personally perplexing aspect of "Howdy Doody" was that I had an aunt named Clarabelle. I could not reconcile the idea that either my aunt had a clown's name or a clown had my aunt's name.