My grandparents had this toy at their house since before I was born. It's battery operated -- the rubber face lights up, turns red, and smoke comes out his ear (you can see it in the last drink in this clip). Made in Japan in the early '60s, there's a similar toy called the Charlie Weaver Bartender.
A little goofy fun.
Holy Crap! My grandparents had one of these. My grandfather - he of the twisted funny bone - loved to bring out The Bartender on special occasions and show him off. The only problem was that I was absolutely terrified of the thing. And when I say 'terrified', I mean 'stay the hell out of the room, preferably a block away'. Even as a young adult, seeing The Bartender on his bookshelf perch (beside the fireplace and slighly behind the RCA consolve TV) was enough to provoke an anxiety response. I had not thought about this guy in years, so... ummm... thanks for reminding me that therapy is probably long overdue for me.
Posted by: Kevin aka Crazylegs | Tuesday, August 03, 2010 at 08:34 PM