Wednesday, August 15th, 2012
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"Hiii, Mr. Cartoon!" An Appreciation Of Local Kid Shows Past

Part of a month-long series on the people and peculiarities of where we're from.

List the twentieth century's most iconic television characters for children. Some obvious candidates off the top of your head: Fred Rogers as Mr. Rogers was a gentle and avuncular mainstay for generations, as was the more colorful and whiskered Captain Kangaroo, portrayed by Bob Keeshan. Both were televised nationally—the Captain on CBS (for the first 29 years) pre-school mornings, and Mr. Rogers syndicated to your local public television station—and as such they were something all children had in common. If you were a little kid in America sometime between the 60s and the 80s, there's a chance of somewhere a little bit above zero that you didn't know who they were. That's market penetration.

But if you grew up in Charleston, West Virginia, during that time, there was another character that was first in your heart. Every day after school you'd turn on the TV (channel three, WSAZ) and a man in a garish jacket (think something Bill Murray would wear to a not-quite-formal occasion), a hat that was sometimes a boater, sometimes a scrunched-up pork-pie, and heavy shades would bound out to an audience of kids sitting on bleachers and bellow, "HIII, CARTOONERS!!" The appropriate response, whether in the studio or at home, was "HIII, MR. CARTOON!" After which, it was time for, yes, some cartoons, plus also fun. Mr. Cartoon brought the fun.

For the benefit of those born after the advent of cable television, let's look into the phenomenon of local television. From the birth of the television medium, local stations had to produce a lot of programming. The three networks (CBS and NBC from the beginning, with ABC joining in the 60s) did not provide programs to cover the entire broadcast day, so the local networks had hours of non-primetime to fill. Some of the schedule was filled with syndication, some old movies on the weekend days, but much of a local station's programming was produced in house. After all, what better way to tailor a show for a sponsor than to make it for them, drop their name on it, mention the product or service copiously, etc.? And somewhere in there, it was discovered that children took to TV like cute little junkies, so amidst the farm reports, the local news and the professional wrestling, portions of the broadcast day were filled with shows aimed at the kids.

Not that all children's shows were local. In the 50s and 60s, both Buffalo Bob Smith (with Howdy Doody!) and Soupy Sales created successful local shows that were broadcast across the country. And before them, Bozo the Clown, while a national figure, was (but for a short time in the late 60s) not being produced nationally or syndicated but rather franchised, so that there was a constellation of local Bozos all over the country, each on a station paying for the right to do so, each played by a different member of that station's on-air staff.

So here it is, the sign that you came of age in Charleston: that you remember the moment you realized that Mr. Cartoon and the morning weatherman, Jule Huffman, were the same person. Because they were. The practice of the time, at the local television stations, both large market and small, was that if you were employed as a broadcaster, it was not just as a newsreader, or a sports anchor. Broadcasters were utility infielders, and where there was a need the broadcaster filled in. Hence, the kooky personalities hosting kid shows all over the country had secret identities of the grown-ups who communicated the news to the other grown-ups. As explained by Tim Hollis, author of a history of local children's television, Hey There Girls And Boys!, in a 2002 NPR interview:

There were very few programs that were able to get by without using cartoons or any sort of film features. It was easier to buy the cartoon package and then dress up a station announcer as a sea captain to host Popeye, or a clown to host Bugs Bunny—any number of variations. Anyone who could be pressed into service to do those kinds of things usually did. Sometimes it could be the weatherman, sometimes it could be the news anchor.

So if you are over a certain age, chances are good that a grown man (or woman) dressed up like a crazy person for the purpose of speaking to you through the television set. In between cartoons these hosts would interview the kids sitting in the bleachers, or run little skits with other characters (played by other employees of the station). Birthdays were huge. Every day the host (in my case, Mr. Cartoon), would run down the list of birthday boys and girls in the audience and then everyone would sing, "Happy birthday." For a four or five year old, it was must-see television.

So Mr. Cartoon. Jule Huffman was a career broadcaster from Cincinnati that made his way to WSAZ via radio and TV gigs in Ashland, Kentucky and Huntington, West Virginia. He had a voice, and had gotten himself into the field because of it. He was working as the TV weather man when the original Mr. Cartoon shuffled off to another market in 1969. Huffman took the job. And that voice, man did it work on kids, a mellow baritone, clamping down on those consonants before they could run away. He wasn't goofy or amped-up like a cartoon character himself, no matter how many old jokes and riddles he'd drag out. He was cool. He was the purveyor of the cartoons.

Here he is in the late 80s—after my time, but still a representative snippet.

What happened in the studio while the cartoons were playing? I never was a guest of Mr. Cartoon, although that was the dream of all the kids at Ruthlawn Elementary. My friend Chip Bennett, who was a year older, did get to go, with his Cub Scout troop. Chip had a crew cut, like his dad, a state trooper, and when Mr. Cartoon got to Chip, he complimented Chip on his hair and ran his hand back and forth over Chip's scalp: "Smooooooth." When I saw Chip the next day I never did ask what they did when the cartoons played as I was too cowed by Chip's nascent celebrity, being on TV, getting his head rubbed by Mr. Cartoon like a genie might come out of Chip's ear. I always figured the kids got to watch the cartoons too.

These were not educational programs in the least, at all, unless memorizing cornball jokes could be considered within the purview of the school system. There was children's programming that did have an educational bent, thanks to the groundbreaking efforts of the Children's Television Workshop, which introduced "Sesame Street" in 1969, the same year, as it happened, that Huffman inherited the Mr. Cartoon jacket. The local personality-driven after-school programming was pure fun, more in the vein of the kid shows hosted by the aforementioned Bozo, Buffalo Bob and Soupy. But that did not stop Mr. Cartoon from ending every episode with a little advice, asking if we remembered the four magic words (answer: "please, thank you, you're welcome and excuse me," which are seven words, but four expressions, so no harm, no foul). It was not quite a parental presence that Mr. Cartoon, but you did feel that those prescriptions should be followed because you would not want to let Mr. Cartoon down.

But of course we mostly tuned in for the cartoons. And, at least during my time with Mr. Cartoon until my family moved away in 1977, I can vouch that the cartoons played on the show, the old short feature cartoons produced from the 30s on up into the Chuck Jones period of the 60s, were the actual, unexpurgated classics. If you can find, say, a Road Runner cartoon today, you will notice that all the points of impact, the anvil-misshapen coyote noggin, or the puff of smoke at the bottom of the ravine into which Wile E. was in the process of plummeting, have been edited out. Some authority has deemed these exaggerations as too traumatic for the young viewer to experience. This was not so at the time. They were works of art, and the fact that history has deemed them worthy of censoring sucks.

After we moved away, there were other local TV personalities. In Pittsburgh, there was late-nite monster movie host "Chilly Billy" Cardille, and in Rochester there was Tim Kincaid a/k/a Ranger Bob, who left Rochester for Florida when I was in college. But Mr. Cartoon was the first, and Mr. Cartoon was the best.

I never thought to think about what happened to these local shows until now. I guess I assumed that the rest of the world outgrew them in the same way that I did. And the intuitive answer is that the industry changed: local stations began to carry more and more syndicated or network programming, and the hours the local station had to fill shrank. The world just stopped being local. According to Tim Hollis, part of what killed the kids show was that the syndicated programs, the reruns of old sitcoms, were just plain cheaper. And on top of that, the industry changed the rules on locally produced programs. Since its inception, these local shows made their profit off of local ads and sponsorships, and this was not always in the form of commercials. Local hosts would hawk wares on screen, read ads and even testimonials. In 1973, under pressure from protest groups, the National Association of Broadcasters forbade member children's show hosts from being directly involved with advertising (which at the time could be as egregious as plying the entire studio audience with whatever sugary snack or beverage that sponsored the show and then leading the kids in chants in honor of the product). After this, the local programming got a little bit less lucrative, which in this day and age is a wasting disease.

Mr. Cartoon actually kept at it for a lot longer than many of his peers, retiring in 1995. And he is still around, Jule Huffman, retired and living in Huntington. He's getting up in years (can't see much and hearing's gone in one ear), and his wife passed away last year, but he's got his kids around to look after him. When I called him, he picked up in three rings, and after the first syllable I could tell it was him. "How'd you get a hold of me?" he asked amiably, and I explained that there weren't that many Jule Huffman's in the United States. It was an awesome conversation, much of it chit chat, much of it Huffman sharing whatever memories that came to mind. For example, he learned his meteorology on the job. The station gave him the gig and a stack of books to read, which was his education. A large part of the conversation was Huffman giving credit to those that mentored him into broadcasting, other legends of broadcasting in West Virginia, and an even larger part talking about his faith. He converted from Judaism as a young man and is today an ordained elder at a Presbyterian church. He is an awfully nice man. And I certainly freaked out, quietly, to be talking to Mr. Cartoon.

Huffman presided over his cartooners with sincerity and something that I could only identify in retrospect: an absolute lack of cynicism. His show wasn't on the air to spawn a feature adaptation or a line of merchandising. He was there to hang out with the new generation of latchkey kids for that time between the end of school and when the folks get home from work. I consider myself lucky to have grown up with him. So I told him that. And I asked him if he had anything to say to all the cartooners out there that might remember him. And he answered: "I work with children, and I wanted them to have something good, and they liked it. And I liked them. And I asked 'em, 'How come you like me?' And they said, 'Because we know you like us.'"



Previously in series: "How Often Do You Get Bitten" A Chat With Sean Casey, Brooklyn Animal Rescuer


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thereisaparty (#236,987)

I will always have a soft spot for Dallas's own Mr. Peppermint. Created a truly fantastic children's show and raised Gibby Haynes of Butthole Surfers fame.

Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.

Ham Snadwich (#11,842)

@Robert Callbeck@facebook – That seems really familiar, something about pirates? Like a pirate marionette?

melis (#1,854)

AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT

@Ham Snadwich YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.

tde (#2,634)

Woo-hoo Kanawha Valley in da house!

I remember when they had the contest to name the newly introduced furry sidkick. I dutifully made my suggestions (and I think we had to mail them on postcards or index cards.) Then Mr. Cartoon announced one day that they had received nine entries (or something) that contained the correct answer and that they would draw the winner from among those nine. Wait, what? I thought this was a contest to name the mascot, not to guess the correct name that you had already picked. WTF Mr. Cartoon?

Sure, the fact that the mascot carried around an old fashioned horn with a rubber ball he would squeeze to blow the horn might have been a clue, but that is a horn, not a "beeper."

Also, I always thought his names was Jules Huffman, not Jule.

Thanks for reminding me of Mr. Cartoon. I remember the first time that I tried to discuss Mr. Cartoon with somebody from some far away place, like Wheeling. They'd never heard of him. How was that possible. I wondered.

collier (#13,548)

@tde : Fist-bump from neighboring Ironton.

OH MY GOD, BEEPER. Or, as I thought of him, Horror Bear.

Fantastic article. I can't describe how bizarre it was to see Mr. Cartoon and Beeper show up in my RSS feed this afternoon…I haven't thought about the show for years.

I was on Mr. Cartoon one afternoon when I was a kid, probably in 1981 or 82. I'm hazy about how it happened because I don't really remember pursuing this sort of thing as a child and didn't have the family that would have encouraged it even if I did. It must have fallen in my lap, I'm guessing via my aunt and uncle, who ran a small modeling agency in downtown Charleston at the time and probably knew someone at the station.

Sadly, I don't remember what happened during the cartoons…like you, I suspect we watched them on a studio monitor while the adults frittered around and prepared for the next segment.

Apparently I was on air during one of the bits…Mr. Cartoon asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I panicked, having never really considered it. Finally, I just said "photographer," either because I was surrounded by cameras or because I would have been there with my uncle, the modeling agency's photographer.

Watching that clip, though, was fascinating…what little I remember of the day matches up pretty perfectly with the video, with one exception: in my memory, the children's section wasn't a couple of benches but rather deep theater bleachers at least five rows thick and crowned with studio lights above, which Mr. Cartoon would climb with microphone in hand to interview us children. This false memory must have gotten jumbled up with my memories of secretly watching Carson with my grandmother, who would let my sister and I stay up as late as we wanted when we stayed over as long as we didn't tell our parents.

Thanks again for the pure uncut nostalgia blast. It's just what this afternoon needed.

carpetblogger (#306)

JP Patches, 60's/70's kids' morning show icon in Seattle, just died.

Hell yeah I grew up in Charleston, WV! I was so jealous of kids who got to go on Mr Cartoon! Thanks for representin, Brent Cox. I don't know you, but I'll bet I know several people who do.

Ham Snadwich (#11,842)

Captain Chesapeake for my Baltimore area peeps.

Wombat Sam (#253,094)

This post brought back so many memories! I grew up in Athens, Ohio and watched Mr. Cartoon every day when I was little. Okay, I watched it all the way through high school, even.

Thanks for giving such a great overview of what the context of local TV programming was like back then. I hadn't really thought about some of those things recently — for example, that back in those days most of the commercials were narrated by, or acted by the staff broadcasters of the station. You just don't see that any more.

Looking back on it, what a great show that was. All those little kids together, on TV, with Mr. Cartoon engaging with them and asking them questions. Beeper, on the other hand…you could tell that they had different Beepers, because some of them were good and some of them just sorta stood around blankly.

Was anybody else somewhat freaked out when Mr. Cartoon stopped wearing sunglasses and started wearing his regular glasses? HEY! He's not supposed to be like a REAL person!! Being 50 now myself and able to identify with this, my guess is that Jule needed to start wearing bifocals and didn't want to have to buy bifocal sunglasses just for the show. :)

I also remember seeing commercials for Camden Park, and wanting to go but I never got to. Still sad about that one.

I'd love to see somebody somewhere do an article on "Chiller Theater", which was on Saturday nights on channel 13. That was my favorite program — the vampire-style host…calling "Pizza Guy"…during the breaks while showing horror movies from 50's & 60's.

Okay, okay, okay — one last memory of late 60's West Virginia TV (not that anyone's reading these comments a year after this article was posted…). It's 2am and all of the channels are off the air, except for one (channel 8?). It has set up a series of over-size dials with Temperature, Time, Barometric Press, and I forget what else, and a camera that automatically moves in a circle from one to the next, spending about about five seconds on each…alll night long. Black and white, of course. I feel lonely just thinking about it.

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