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A.G. “Flint” McCullough
(May 1, 1919 – January 24, 2004)

My grandfather was born 100 years ago today. He had nothing to do with the movies, but plenty to do with the West. He was a real, honest-to-goodness cowboy — and, boy, do I miss him.

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Happy New Year!


Esther Williams never made a 50s Western (though Callaway Went Thataway is about a Western star), but this pistol-packin’ picture was too cool to pass up.

Here’s wishing you all a really swell 2017.

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Here’s wishing you all a safe and happy Halloween. And while you’re here, I want to show off my daughter’s costume.

Her all-time favorite movie is Peter Bogdanovich’s What’s Up, Doc? (1972). A great choice (where’d she get her exquisite taste in movies?). Anyway, for Halloween, she decided to be Madeline Kahn as Eunice Burns (Presley above, Madeline below). And yes, the plaid bag has igneous rocks in it.


To tie this to 50s Westerns, let’s see — ever read Bogdanovich’s terrific books on John Ford and Allan Dwan?

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Happy Thanksgiving.


Here’s wishing you all a terrific Thanksgiving. Hope you can squeeze a Western in among all the parades and dog shows and football games and shopping trips.

Don’t forget to stop for a second to think of all you’re thankful for. And when you do, I hope your list is a long one.

What kind of sandwich goes best with Rory Calhoun — leftover turkey or leftover ham?

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Public Service Announcement.

Just in time for Thanksgiving, Bob Hope (over a decade before Son Of Paleface) shows us how to carve a turkey. From an old issue of Hollywood magazine.

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Happy Thanksgiving.

Hope your Thanksgiving holiday is a good one, filled with turkey sandwiches and cowboy movies.

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Been wanting to do a contest for quite some time here at 50 Westerns From The 50s, and I’m finally getting around to it.

Identify the film this gorgeous image came from — probably shot by the second unit with none of the lead actors present, and you’ll win a copy of the Fury At Showdown/Along Came Jones two-fer DVD. (This isn’t in connection with TGG Direct, just something I felt like doing.)

Email your answer to fiftieswesterns@gmail.com by Wednesday, September 12 at high noon, EST. (Don’t send it as a comment — others might steal your right answer or ridicule your wrong one.) If a number of you get it right, my daughter will draw the winning name from a (cowboy) hat. That’s all the legalese I can muster. Good luck.

Hint: It’s a 50s Western and it’s in color (not much help, huh?).

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Spread the word, folks. And be sure to friend ’em on Facebook.

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Plans for the holidays?

Some recent posts have spurred a few of us to make preliminary plans to watch certain films — Westerns, of course — over the holiday break.

Colin mentioned Escort West (1959). I’m thinking about Trail Of Robin Hood (1950), Roy Rogers’ Christmas picture. Then, of course, there’s stuff like It’s A Wonderful Life (1946), The Bishop’s Wife  (1947, if you haven’t seen this, I urge you to) and A Christmas Story (1983) — which aren’t Westerns, but we won’t hold it against ’em.

As the weather gets colder, I always get the itch to drag out Track Of The Cat (1954) and Day Of The Outlaw (1959). A 16mm adapted ‘Scope print of 1958’s Escape From Red Rock is sitting here, too. And I’ve purposefully avoided the TCM schedule. So many movies, so little time.

So what’s stacked beside your DVD player, waiting its turn?

[The wonderful John Falter illustration appeared on the November 9, 1957 issue of The Saturday Evening Post.]

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How To Play Cowboy, Lesson 1.

On my desk is a bag of Halloween candy orphaned by my daughter (who trick-or-treated as Laura Ingalls, by the way). It’s nice having a kid who’s not much of a chocolate fan.

In that bag are a couple boxes of Milk Duds — make that were a couple boxes of Milk Duds. A co-worker and I got to talking, and I mentioned that as a kid, I’d put a couple Milk Duds in my mouth, chew them up a bit, then spit pretend tobacco juice as I played cowboy. He said he did the same thing.

Growing up in the 70s, I was probably the only kid who’d pretend they were William S. Hart.

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