Running from gangsters, a woman clutches the Good Humor Man yelling, “Save me! Save me!”
His reply, “Look, lady, I just sell ice cream.”
Mr. Roger disagrees with his reply. He doesn’t “just sell ice cream”! He sells happiness! Can you hear it now…that tinny music calling you from down the street which sets you into panic mode, praying that you have change in your piggy bank, then dashing out the front door to chase down the ice cream truck. Ahhhh, I can taste the Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake bar now. With the sunny days of summer here in Seattle (no rain, really!), ice cream has been on my mind lately. So I decided to take a retro roadtrip along the Internet highway and found some great mid-century images to help jog your memory of The Good Humor Man.
And then I found this sad piece of news about Good Humor…company is short of product! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!