Who's the Real Dummy?

Odd Album of the Month

Dummies on album covers are always an oddity. And did you know that ventriloquism isn't hard at all when performed on a recording? 

Corky Ad Contest Entry #16

Many thanks for this old Coca-Cola/Radio ad. This came to us from Lonnie Bomoney of Tipton, North Dakota. Great find! Corky never told me about his guest appearance on this old radio show. Love it!

Corky and Friends

Fan Photo from Yemen Lemmon

A special thanks to Mr. Yemen Lemmon for locating this old issue of the Smithsonian. This magazine features the final recorded page of Cotton Adams journal, a rare issue for collectors. Yemen expect your check for $8,745 to arrive soon. That's for emailing me the photo. I am also sending you all of John Owens works as a token of my appreciation for your research.

The Journal of Cotton Adams #7

May 3, 1738
Here I am come to recruit my strength after being confined for a fortnight with gout and fever, more than usually severe. While I was laid up, I drifted into, what I feel was a demonic attack in my weakened condition. I could not tell what was real or what was delusional.
The McDoogals, a kind family of eighteen who found me by the water well, brought me in and cared for me. At night, when all was quiet, except for a barn owl and a distant coyote, demons seemed to parade in front of me as puppets...speaking to me in a frightening fashion and with wee voices that chilled my blood. Outside the trees took on forms almost human and Calico, my faithful horse, seemed to have strings holding up his frame.
Once my fever broke, I discovered I had been chewing on some "loco weed" as I was writing in my journal. The McDoogals fed me a hearty breakfast and we had church there in the homestead. Mrs. McDoogal packed me a lunch in a rather large sack and placed it in my saddlebags. I witness a strange smile on her face as I galloped away.
I arrived in the nearby town of Ha-weeka-tonka-heeky (a native name meaning "laughing cloud rain on picnic") the next day. While visiting with a pastor there, I found to my surprise that the McDoogals were a family of ventriloquists! Immediately I examined my "lunch" sack and found a dummy that looked like Benjamin Franklin! I made a solemn vow never to return and I still have nightmares to this day.
I also am wearing a loco weed patch on my arm to take away the craving.