Track 13: Omar Bread

A mid-twentieth century bakery based in Indianapolis, Indiana whose products were sold in Wisconsin. We were supposed to go “knock knock knock” after “I’m the Omar man”, but I left it out by mistake.

Oh, Ma! (whistle: twee twee-eet)
Here comes the Omar Man!
I’m the Omar man (Knock knock knock)
Knocking at your door (Knock knock knock)
When you taste my bread (Oh, boy!)
You’re gonna want more
Everybody loves those cookies and cakes
And the wonderful things that Omar bakes
Oh, Ma! (twee tweee-eet)
That was the Omar man

Track 14: Pepsi-Cola

Nickle, nickle, a toody ah ta ta
Nickle, nickle, a toody ah ta ta
Pepsi-Cola hits the spot
Twelve full ounces, that’s a lot
Twice as much for a nickle, too
Pepsi-Cola is the drink for you
Nickle, nickle, nickle nickle, nickle nickle, nickle
Nickle, nickle, nickle, nickle, nickle, nickle, nickle…oh

Extra pop wasn’t much of an expense. My dad was a millwright for the American Can Company (Canco) in the ‘50s, and he said the can cost 4½ cents and the beer in the can cost a quarter of a penny.

Coca-Cola came in 6½ ounce bottles. Most soda, pop, soda pop, tonic––called soda water in Wisconsin––came in 7 or 8-ounce bottles. Pepsi and Coke were too aggressive for my childhood palate. A swig was like an assault. Curiously, upon reaching puberty, I found Coke enjoyable. Curiously, this was about when the price from a machine went from a nickle to a dime, as did the price of a phone call soon after. My childhood favorite was Squirt (grapefruit soda), followed by Green River (lime soda) and Mr. Grape. 

In the late ‘50s, Pepsi changed the jingle to:

Pepsi-Cola’s up to date
With modern folks who watch their weight
We made it light, just right for you
Refreshes without filling, too
Have a Pepsi
Have a Pepsi party