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It's Howdy Doody Time
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A children's television show 1947 - 1960 on NBC featuring the 'Peanut Gallery', an on-stage bleacher seating for about 40 kids. Buffalo Bob would ask, 'Say Kids, What Time is it?' Their reply, "It's Howdy Doody Time"
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LOL! Very colorful. Howdy Doody was a little before my time but the phrase "No comments from the 'Peanut Gallery' " was still a very popular colloquialism as I was growing up. It actually came before the children's program as "Peanut Gallery" was a mildly derogatory term. Supposedly it can now refer to folks who silently lurk on social websites or chat rooms.
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I remember looking forward to watching this show when I was a boy. This clock is Great!!
I remember Howdy so well. We had to wear our neck scarfs when we watched so we would be "official" kids in the peanut gallery!
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WOW Love it!!! I remember going on the Howdy Doody show (also Bozo the Clown) at Radio City Music Hall in NY. Really brings back old memories.
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Kathycat, happy to bring back good memories.
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