tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post5921677764598214359..comments2024-02-18T03:21:27.028-05:00Comments on Dumneazu: The Mysterious Pet Monkey Ads of the 1960s.dumneazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03595663581295671582noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-57458741764706833302022-04-27T20:40:06.476-04:002022-04-27T20:40:06.476-04:00I ordered a monkey 60 years ago . After I opened t...I ordered a monkey 60 years ago . After I opened the crate it ran out , then it ran up my leg and bit me. I couldn’t catch it and the next day it died . Never told my parents. Then I buried it in the backyard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-55266752056511111702022-03-22T15:50:06.611-04:002022-03-22T15:50:06.611-04:00Growing up in rural North Florida I knew people wh...Growing up in rural North Florida I knew people who had Spider monkeys and racoon were pretty common too. A few people had skunks but those had to go to a vet when they were young to have the scent gland remover=d.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01164436729198315406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-74724201075588245712020-10-16T13:52:37.745-04:002020-10-16T13:52:37.745-04:00In Asia they still send newborn poached rhesus or ...In Asia they still send newborn poached rhesus or long tail macaque babies in ground shipping like that. But no food bcud they only can nurse. Wrapped in a towel, 4x4 cardboard cube w air holes. So sad and terrifying for poor baby monkeys.Rhesus Peaceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09837063598522893769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-79161185019070053612020-09-03T21:40:57.837-04:002020-09-03T21:40:57.837-04:00I actually had a squirrel monkey when I was a kid....I actually had a squirrel monkey when I was a kid. Her name was SallyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12311115772842800800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-40825793328958016942018-05-29T11:51:53.216-04:002018-05-29T11:51:53.216-04:00I remember those ads in Boy's Life. I did pur...I remember those ads in Boy's Life. I did purchase two things. One was a realistic looking switchblade that had a button on the handle , only it didn't flip out the blade. The button was just for looks. <br /><br />The other thing I got was the 12 foot hot air balloon. To my disappointment it was tissue paper strips that had to be glued together. What I did was get the fireplace going and then got on top of the chimmney and put the bottom hoop over it to get it filled with air. For a weight I fastened a turtle with a stamped return envelope taped to the bottom. Of course the balloon and turtle went straight down, so I just sent up the paper balloon by itself. The wind was blowing pretty good at the time and it was going more sideways than up. My mom was hysterical with anger because in the distance was high power lines with dry grass fields everywhere. She was convinced it would burn hundreds of acres and with oil wells everywhere there would be explosions too.....which would have this a much more interesting story. <br /><br />Both items were rip offs. I really did want the monkey, which my best friend did get. Don said it crapped all over the room and was very wild climbing up and down the drapes. They got rid of it in a week. <br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-23936802419196372162011-12-30T23:14:01.686-05:002011-12-30T23:14:01.686-05:00My brother ordered one, and yes, mom and dad were ...My brother ordered one, and yes, mom and dad were mad, but let him keep him in the attic room until he got too wild. My question for anyone else who had one is, did anyone develop lymphoma or leukemia. Monkeys are known to carry htlv1, (not AIDS) which is a virus related to lymphoma and leukemia. My brother may have died from lymphoma, and I am getting tested for it now,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-18339325386560465352011-10-08T16:04:37.650-04:002011-10-08T16:04:37.650-04:00I still want the sea horses.I still want the sea horses.John Fowler Studioshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00876450579757956818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-53396158167796090502011-10-08T16:03:30.542-04:002011-10-08T16:03:30.542-04:00I did get one of those monkeys. He arrived in his...I did get one of those monkeys. He arrived in his "free cage" which was actually his wooden shipping crate. Unwittingly, we unscrewed him out of his crate in our dining room, after which my dad got bitten on the hand while catching him. He was never really tame, so I had to get his leather harness on using leather gloves. Then he'd settle down, climb up the leash to sit on my hand while I took him out in the yard and around to the neighbors. My dad built a much larger cage, and I had him for about 6 months before he escaped into the woods of the back yard during a cage cleaning. My last view of him was leaping through the treetops until out of sight. It took another month before the pervasive smell of over-ripe bananas and monkey poop was out of the house.John Fowler Studioshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00876450579757956818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-78866843769969209722011-09-30T15:45:20.825-04:002011-09-30T15:45:20.825-04:00Hey Bob,
When I was 10 or 11 my cousin Ray sent-...Hey Bob,<br /><br /><br />When I was 10 or 11 my cousin Ray sent-away for a Monkey from one those little two-inch ads in the back of Boys Life Magazine. Ray was my age and didn’t tell his parents about the purchase, which he claimed was a surprise birthday present for his father.<br /> <br />The monkey who was eventually named Fenton, continued to live in my aunts kitchen for many years after Ray had grown bored with it, in fact “Fenny”, as my aunt Jean called him, was still around long after Ray had grown-up and moved away. I won’t tell you what Fenny’s favorite activity was, but let’s just say it was not something appropriate in public, and it was difficult to pretend it wasn’t happening 3ft away from you while you were having breakfast in the kitchen dining-nook. Anyone else would probably have consigned Fenny to the Humane Society, but Aunt Jean stuck with him right thru to the end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21879466.post-19538835015766608322007-09-26T11:24:00.000-04:002007-09-26T11:24:00.000-04:00Hi Bob. Your article spurred so many memories! I...Hi Bob. Your article spurred so many memories! I used to read your Boy's Life mags too. <BR/><BR/>Where did you find these pix? I'm really curious.<BR/><BR/>Do you remember that I ordered about 500 Xmas cards from an ad in one of these magazines (by myself, without asking) ? Mom was furious <BR/><BR/>kisses,<BR/>Pampharmagirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968780399961030386noreply@blogger.com