Apparently, the gift for the ambiguously-gendered child in 1952! When I was a kid, the suggestion that I emulate Arthur Godfrey would have given me nightmares for weeks. He seemed like an overly-genial, oleaginous, adenoidal, alcoholic uncle who'd smell like damp wool, cigarettes, Four Roses, and Vicks.
Not a bad price for the uke, though: that'd be about $36.00 today ... Link
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overly-genial, oleaginous, adenoidal, alcoholic uncle who'd smell like damp wool, cigarettes, Four Roses, and Vicks
Oh my God. It's like I'm looking in a mirror. Except for the Vicks.
My mother has a deep and abiding hatred for Arthur Godfrey that's never been adequately explained. When I started playing the uke, one of the first tunes I wanted to learn was "The Trail of the Lonesome Pine." Perhaps I'll play it for her when I visit next weekend.
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