tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11446835.post-1110833464359290432005-03-14T12:49:00.000-08:002005-05-04T13:22:59.003-07:00Cartoon Day<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>My friend Tippy and I were on our way home from the Hobby Shop in downtown Rahway.<span style=""> </span>Downtown, that’s what everyone called the eight-square-block shopping area of our little city in New Jersey.<span style=""> </span>It was 1957 and I was ten years old.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>“Look Tippy,” I said having spotted the grand marquee above the entrance of the Rahway Theater, “Cartoon Day!”<span style=""> </span>Three or four times each summer Rahway Theater would give a special performance just for kids.<span style=""> </span>From 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. on a Saturday, they would run nothing but cartoons.<span style=""> </span>It was a high point in the summer of every kid in Rahway, only overshadowed by the official family summer vacation itself that was usually a week or two at an ocean or mountain lake resort.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>“Wow Chip! You think your Mom will let ya?” exclaimed Tippy having looked up from his concentration on the sidewalk to avoid the cracks to keep from<span style=""> </span>‘breaking his mother’s back’. Every ten year old knew that just one careless step on a crack in the concrete could cause a terrible injury to one’s mother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>“Sure,” I said with complete confidence.<span style=""> </span>Not that it was easy getting 35¢ admission from my mother, but today was only Monday; I had a whole week to work on her.<span style=""> </span>What I did not know then was my mother considered 35¢ admission and another 25¢ for a hot dog lunch a small price to pay for an entire day free of concern about her little angel.<span style=""> </span>Of course she could not let me know that.<span style=""> </span>Holding out until Friday night could mean a whole week of especially good behavior from me including eating every one of those dreaded peas.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I arose early that Saturday morning filled with anticipation.<span style=""> </span>By 9:00 a.m. Tippy and I were on our way for the one mile walk to that heavenly place, the spectacular Rahway Theater.<span style=""> </span>When we got there, the line was already all the way around the block.<span style=""> </span>There must have been at least 2,000 kids waiting to buy a ticket to a day of absolute bliss.<span style=""> </span>Never mind that the theater had 1,600 seats.<span style=""> </span>At any one moment at least 100 kids would be on the way to or from the boy’s or girl’s room.<span style=""> </span>Another 400 kids would be waiting in the line at the candy counter, so there were plenty of seats.<span style=""> </span>No one wanted to sit in just one spot all day anyway.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Just for this special event, the wise Rahway Theater management hired a small army of high school kids to act as ushers for the younger kids.<span style=""> </span>Now you give a sixteen-year-old a flashlight and a cap and all the qualities of a Gestapo officer emerge.<span style=""> </span>And good thing too.<span style=""> </span>Keeping 2,000 kids from tearing a theater to the ground on cartoon day required a stern hand.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Cartoon after cartoon flickered on the huge silver screen.<span style=""> </span>The sound blared out at a volume at least twice the normal, yet it was drowned out by the excited yells and squeals of delight from the audience of cartoon lovers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Several hundred “Loony Toons” and “Mary Melody” cartoons were shown.<span style=""> </span>Even after the now familiar, “Th . . . Th . . . Th. . . That’s all folks!” there was still a collective moan of regret that it could not go on forever.<span style=""> </span>Throngs of kids emerged from the exits with a great rush and roar and headed off in a dozen directions for the walk home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The rest of the summer I kept an eye on the marquee for the next time it read, “Cartoon Day!” Cartoon Day at the Rahway Theater is something once experienced, is never to be forgotten.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Historical Footnote:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Remember how nearly every city or town of any size had a theater like the Rahway Theater?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Bratter and Pollack’s million-dollar Rahway Theater in Rahway, New Jersey was built in 1928.<span style=""> </span>It had a marquee with 2,500 flickering lights circling the attractions.<span style=""> </span>A giant vertical sign spelled out R-A-H-W-A-Y.<span style=""> </span>Inside the theater there were 1,600 seats.<span style=""> </span>The theater featured a nine-foot by thirteen-foot crystal chandelier suspended from the domed ceiling.<span style=""> </span>There was a forty-five-foot stage and an orchestra pit.<span style=""> </span>The building was built of brick and slate.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>In 1971 the Wood Plaza Theater Corp. bought the Rahway Theater.<span style=""> </span>To maintain interest in history of the theater, they renamed it the Old Rahway Theater.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">By George V. Schubel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">First published in “Yesterday’s Magazette” 8-26-93</p><br /><center><a href=" http://www.clickheretofind.com/index.php3?l=accyberchip"><br /><img src="http://www.imagebarrel.com/img/05/123/21/YesNoOnly.jpg"></a></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11446835-111083346435929043?l=humornostalgia.blogspot.com'/></div>George V. Schubelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09654841522754105377noreply@blogger.com1