I agree with everything above!
RIP, Corporal Agarn.
I’m not getting either one. Maybe that’s from reading them instead of hearing them. Can someone explain?
“Where the heck are we?” vs “Where the fuck are we?” How the two tribes got their names. They got lost in the wilderness.
Skippy was a sitcom?!? 
Didn’t say it was. It’s just the only Australian show that I can remember being broadcast on American TV when I was little.
Just wondering. I never watched it either. 
I think that show managed to demonstrate that Native Americans were in deed the lost tribe of Israel (wink, wink).
Two very specific memories from that show (no, wait-- three):
In the Eighties or Nineties, there was a sitcom where a female character says to a male character “It is hard to take any man seriously who tapes every rerun of F-Troop”. It just so perfectly defined the guy’s immature attitude, it made love of the show a defining characteristic for so many guys I knew.
Second, my mother had a first cousin who very, VERY strongly resembled Cpl. Randolph Agarn in both voice and visage. Uncle Joe as we called him took me on my first big game hunt and was always the loudest guy in every room. When he was introduced to a new wing of the family, him and his family spent the whole day at this other aunt and uncle’s place. Watched the game and had a comment about every play and every player, drank some beers, big meal, etc. During dessert he made a huge to do over the home baked pies. Insisted he was going to take the un-cut pie home with him (with lots of exploding finger-tip kissing and protestations of knowing the best baker in the western United States. So he leaves with the pie and my aunt turns to her husband and apologizes “I haven’t seen him for forty years I forgot how much he talks – he never shut-up for Nine Hours!!” She turns around and he is standing there with the pie. After a brief awkward pause he says, “You didn’t think I was really going to steal your pie did you?” Then just went on - - “See you tomorrow, I am taking your husband to the shooting range, and I want another slice of pie when we get home. If you want I will come over early and cook you the best …” For years we called him Uncle Randolph behind his back.
Last item, the falling tower was the beginning of any interest in physics for us neighborhood kids. We made endless speculation of how high a tower we could ride down – and then jump at just the right moment to land gently. We all knew if we were ever in a falling elevator we would watch the floors ding past and jump just before we hit 1 and walk out unscathed when the doors opened. A few years later we were bitterly disappointed when our science teacher, Mr. Hill, insisted we would be crushed. it was probably the first time any of us saw numbers applied to solve a real world (well it was real world to us) problem.
June Cross wiki
I read her book, and was wowed!
I’ve done that in dreams. Now you tell me it won’t work? Rats.
But it was a punchline to a long joke told with accents and politically incorrect pejoratives.
A cavalry patrol finds a tribe of [noble Native Americans] and strike up a conversation. What is name of your tribe? Why are you off your Reservation? Etc. Eventually the leaders of the tribe tell the solders the name of their tribe and when the solders ask how they got the name . . .
“We were walk across the plains (through the forest, in nature, following the herds) when suddenly the chief stops, looks around and says - - - Were the Fugawi? and ever since then we have been known as the Fugawi tribe.”
Well Mr. Hill taught sixth grade science so not the strongest of authoritative figures, but it seems that Cecil might have addressed the subject also back in the day.
Told by whites of other nomadic peoples as well
They poked fun at the stereotypes as much as used them. The episode I remember, Agarn and Chief Wild Eagle are trying to remember some event.
“It was many, many moons ago–”
“Forget the moons! How long ago was it!”
“Eight years last August.”
You had a good run. RIP.
Like some others here, my introduction to Larry Storch was The Ghost Busters.
Mine was him exasperatedly getting across to the audience that, as it happens, Columbo really does seem just as bumbling and irritating when talking with an honest man who isn’t actually a suspect and genuinely could help clear the name of an innocent: a nothing part, but he of course nailed it anyway.
I’ve never understood this argument.
I prefer the Addams Family over the Munsters.
I also prefer oranges over apples.
Simple.
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RIP, Larry. I hope that now you got you some fightin’ room.
For me, he will always be the Groovy Guru on Get Smart.
I recall him being funny in The Great Race, but I tend to doubt I would still laugh. I also have dim recollections of him being good in The Monitors (1969), but it has been so long since I’ve seen it, I do not trust my memories.
I just HAD to look it up. I can hear his voice!
Lieutenant Columbo, I’m sure you have a driver’s license. It may even have been issued in this state. It may even be valid. But all of these things not withstanding, I’m sure you’ll understand why I’m electing to walk the rest of the way.
That Girl lacked the gimmickry of other 1960s sitcoms though. It was fairly straightforward. Fit right into the 1960s as far as what they could get away with of course.
Last season of That Girl was the same year as first season of MTM. There really weren’t any mega successful sitcoms that debuted in the 1966-1969 period. The remaining gimmick efforts were too goofy or lame to stick, and the attempts to advance social consciousness too tepid.
There was at least one sitcom that deserved to be renewed but wasn’t:
Jack Cassidy was great as Oscar North and would go on to play Ted Baxter’s brother on MTM.