While channel-surfing the backwaters of digital cable, I came across a whitecap of historical political incorrectness. Gary Moore, the winsome host of "I've Got A Secret," dons an overcoat and muffler at the start of the broadcast. He then breaks the "fourth wall" of the studio on West 47th Street, ventures out into the bitter cold of a New York winter's night and corals a fifteen year old boy on his way to a show. Moore invites the kid in to be a contestant on HIS show. The boy's secret: "I was brought in from the street" easily stumps the celebrity panel. The young man wins two prizes: eighty dollars and a carton of Winston cigarettes--the show's lone sponsor.
Can you imagine the outrage today if a television host gave a minor a carton of smokes? The fifties WERE a simpler time.
