Remember this cat? I liked Captain Kangaroo but I loved Jack Barry. He was clearly the darkest, most pleasantly demonic gameshow host, ever. I was mesmerized by his presence and when the jokers on the screen would emerge behind him, it really was as if hell opened up the gates for a peek. Fucking glorious.
My friends and I decided that via his evil glare looming behind the smile, when Jack was smilingly encouraging contestants to pull the mechanical spinning arm, his inner voice was really and demonically saying "Go ahead sum'bitch, PULL." God, that's beauty. So's this line from my favorite songwriter, Justin Keane:

We're lovers, penitents, and angels in between.