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.
Good Humor truck, 1940s-50s
Image: torontosavvy.me
Good Humor Man, 1940s
Image: flickr.com sctatepdx
Photo from The Good Humor Man movie
Image: mistressmaddie.blogspot.com
The Good Human Man
Image: goodhumor.com
Vintage The Good Humor Man book
Image: vickiesbeachhouse.etsy.com
Ice Cream on a Stick!
Image: goodhumor.com
And then I found this sad piece of news about Good Humor…company is short of product! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Really great! Made me want some scream! YUMMY!
I swear if I heard one come down the street I’d run like crazy to get a treat. Fun stuff.
I miss ice cream trucks in general… old or new.
mr roger, where do you find this stuff? it’s brilliant!
I know! I saw an ice cream “minivan” at a stop light the other day. I would have jumped out and bought something if it wasn’t for that “pesky” green light!
Mr. Roger spends too much time on the Internet highway.
Thanks for stopping off at my blog. Enjoyed your Good Humor post and thought you might enjoy a similar post I did http://envisioningtheamericandream.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/good-humor-ruled-the-suburbs/
Sally, I love that we are on the same wavelength (or at least the same theme!)…I enjoy your blog and the images you post. Thanks for sharing!
OK everyone – I was runover by a Goodhumor Man truck in, about 1943, in San Diego, in the military housing. We would crawl under the front of the trucks and kick the bells which were under the radiator. The driver took off and dragged me down the street, did a bit of dmage to my back and still have a scar on a toe -
Got free ice cream for a good while\
Mr. Roger can’t decide if he should be saddened about your misfortune under the Good Humor truck or happy about the free ice cream! It does seem like a fair repayment for an ice cream-aholic such as myself.