I had that whole Hopalong Cassidy outfit. The black shirt and pants, the white hat, the neckerchief with the cow skull slip-thing. And both my brother and I had Hoppy bedspreads. I wore that outfit for 3 or 4 consecutive Halloweens I think. The cap pistol got me lots o' trick-or-treat candy. I was nine, ten and eleven --maybe twelve too in 1949 to '53. My dad died when I was five and I went into a depression that was probably why I was one of the few kids who flunked and had to repeat Kindergarten. I think it was the adventures with Hoppy that pulled me out of it.

Art Thieme