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QUACKY DUCK “QUACKY DUCK” (Magical Balloon King). THE CLOWN ALL YOUNGSTERS LOOK UP TO! Featuring magic productions and balloonology. His entire career has been devoted to good wholesome entertainment. Featured on radio, TV, state and county fairs, trade shows, country clubs, shopping centers, private parties and picnics. Toledo, Ohio “…all youngsters look up to!”??? I wonder how many of them followed in his footsteps. When I was 4 years old, I had a recurring nightmare about being chased by a clown (standard mid-century clown). To this day, I remember the fear I felt during my sleep each night, running like crazy to keep away from him. (He never caught me, so I never knew his intentions.) I didn’t connect the dots at 4 years old, but my parents had put this HUGE clown face on my bedroom wall. It was 20 times larger than my head. He was a happy clown. (He seemed happy while he chased me each night, too.) However, THIS thing would give me DAYmares. There’s something about a large, bright red bird’s beak on a clown face that is too damned spooky. And look at his eyes! Are those CLOWN EYES? No. They’re BEDROOM EYES! They say, “I’ll get you little Bobby. I’m going to visit you in your daaaaark bedroom while you’re asleep tonight.” Dig the webbed ducky boots. Balloon art has come a long way. So we’ve had a couple scary postcards so far. Something in the “really stupid” category next.

QUACKY DUCK

“QUACKY DUCK” (Magical Balloon King).

THE CLOWN ALL YOUNGSTERS LOOK UP TO! Featuring magic productions and balloonology. His entire career has been devoted to good wholesome entertainment. Featured on radio, TV, state and county fairs, trade shows, country clubs, shopping centers, private parties and picnics.

Toledo, Ohio

“…all youngsters look up to!”??? I wonder how many of them followed in his footsteps.

When I was 4 years old, I had a recurring nightmare about being chased by a clown (standard mid-century clown). To this day, I remember the fear I felt during my sleep each night, running like crazy to keep away from him. (He never caught me, so I never knew his intentions.) I didn’t connect the dots at 4 years old, but my parents had put this HUGE clown face on my bedroom wall. It was 20 times larger than my head. He was a happy clown. (He seemed happy while he chased me each night, too.)

However, THIS thing would give me DAYmares. There’s something about a large, bright red bird’s beak on a clown face that is too damned spooky. And look at his eyes! Are those CLOWN EYES? No. They’re BEDROOM EYES! They say, “I’ll get you little Bobby. I’m going to visit you in your daaaaark bedroom while you’re asleep tonight.”

Dig the webbed ducky boots.

Balloon art has come a long way.

So we’ve had a couple scary postcards so far. Something in the “really stupid” category next.