Anybody else remember this? For some reason, this little advertising rhyme popped into my head the other day:
“I’m Buster Brown. I live in a shoe.
That’s my dog Tige. He lives in there too.”
Well, it seems I had it a bit backwards, but I remembered the major elements. It’s been literally decades since the name Buster Brown floated through my brain, but it was a big deal when I was a kid (’40s and ’50s). My parents put me in boys’ Buster Brown wingtips because I kept wearing out the toes of my girls’ shoes. Those Buster Browns are the only shoes I remember from that era. No Mary Janes for me. I was quite the tomboy. (Disaster in first grade when a new rule prohibited my wearing jeans to school!)
(Good grief, has that dog always been that ugly!?)
Of course each pair was carefully fitted on one of those fluoroscopic shoe-fitting machines. It was fascinating being able to see my feet in there. At the time nobody realized the machines were emitting dangerous amounts of radiation, but they didn’t completely disappear in the US until the late ’70s.