When I was a kid, I loved ventriloquists, and they were mainstream entertainment. Of course there was Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. But that was before my time. I grew up with Paul Winchell and his pal Jerry Mahoney (in fact I had a JerryMahoney dummy as a kid), Jimmy Nelson with his puppets Danny O'Day and Farfel the dog, who for years did the Nestle's commercials: "N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestle's makes the very best CHAAW-CLAT". Farfel would snap his yap closed on that last syllable. Memorable stuff.
There were many others, and they would often be seen on The Ed Sullivan Show. I would sit through the guy spinning plates on sticks, the comedy stylings of Wayne and Shuster, bears on unicycles and a song by Kate Smith to see the vent that was on that particular week. It's been said that vetriloquism died when Ed Sullivan died. Not totally true, but to a degree it is. There are thousands of working vents in the world, but only a handful are what you would consider big-time.
I've still got two dummies, but they kind of freaked out my wife a bit and are now locked up in storage. There is something eerie about them, I'll admit. Horror movies, Twilight Zone and Hitchcock episodes have all featured evil puppets with minds of their own. I didn't help matters much, I guess, when I'd say to her "Wasn't Danny facing the other way just a couple of minutes ago?"
Anyway, I miss it and still sometimes practice saying "A bottle of Beer" without moving my lips. Like Bergen, I'd be a good radio ventriloquist.