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e real hooker。 Vic and Roger had wanted it to read I DON't SCREW AROUND； but they hadn't been able to sell the Voit people on that。 Pity； Vic was fond of saying over drinks。 They could have sold a lot more swimfins。
Then there was Sharp。
The Sharp pany of Cleveland had stood twelfth in the Great American Bakestakes when old man Sharp reluctantly came to the Ellison Agency in New York after more than twenty years with a hometown ad agency。 Sharp had been bigger than Nabisco before World War II； the old man was fond of pointing out。 His son was just as fond of pointing out that World War II had ended thirty years ago。
The account … on a six…month trial basis at first … had been handed over to Vic Trenton and Roger Breakstone。 At the end of the trial period； Sharp had vaulted from twelfth in the cookies…cakes…and…cereals market to ninth。 A year later； when Vic and Roger pulled up stakes and moved to Maine to open up their own business； the Sharp pany had climbed to seventh。
Their campaign had been a sweeping one。 For Sharp Cookies； Vic and Roger had developed the Cookie Sharpshooter； a bumbling Western peace officer whose six…guns shot cookies instead of bullets； courtesy of the special…effects people … Chocka Chippers in some spots； Ginger Snappies in others； Oh Those Oatmeals in still others。 The spots always ended with the Sharpshooter standing sadly in a pile of cookies with his guns out。 'Well；
the bad guys got away；' he'd tell millions of Americans every day or so； 'but I got the cookies。 Best cookies in the West。。。 or anywhere else； I reckon。' The Sharpshooter bites into a cookie。 His expression suggests that he is experiencing the gastronomic equivalent of a boy's first orgasm。 Fadeout。
For the prepared cakes … sixteen different varieties ranging from pound to crumb to cheese … there was what Vic called the George and Gracie spot。 We fade in on George and Gracie leaving a posh dinner party where the buffet table groans with every possible delicacy。 We dissolve to a dingy little cold…water flat； starkly lighted。 George is sitting at a plain kitchen table with a checked tablecloth。 Gracie takes a Sharp Pound Cake （or Cheese Cake or Crumb Cake） from the freezer of their old refrigerator and sets it on the table。 They are both still in their evening clothes。 They smile into each other's eyes with warmth and love and understanding； two people who are utterly in sync with each other。 Fade to these words； on black： SOMETIMES ALL YOU WANT IS A SHARP CAKE。 Not a word spoken in the entire spot。That one had won a Clio。
As had the Sharp Cereal Professor'； hailed in the trades as 'the most responsible advertisement ever produced for children's programming。' Vic and Roger had considered it their crowning achievement 。。。 but now it was the Sharp Cereal Professor who had e back to haunt them。
Played by a character actor in late middle age； the Sharp Cereal Professor was a low…key and daringly adult advertisement in a sea of animated kiddie…vid ads selling bubble gum； adventure toys； dolls； action figures 。。。 and rival cereals。
The ad faded in on a deserted fourth… or fifth…grade classroom； a scene Saturday…morning viewers of The Bugs Bunny/Roadrunner Hour and The Drac Pack could readily identify with。 The Sharp Cereal Professor was wearing a suit； a V…necked sweater； and a shirt open at the collar。 Both in looks and in speech he was mildly authoritarian； Vic and Roger had talked to some forty teachers and half a dozen child psychiatrists and had discovered that this was the sort of parental role model that the majority of kids feel most fortable with； and the sort that so few actually have in their homes。
The Cereal Professor was sitting on a teacher's desk； hinting at some informality … the soul of a real pal hidden somewhere beneath that gray…green tweed； the young viewer might assume … but he spoke slowly and gravely。 He did not mand。 He did not talk down。 He did not wheedle。 He did not cajole or extol。 He spoke to the millions of T…shirted； cereal…slurping； cartoon…watching Saturday…morning viewers as though they were real people。
'Good morning； children；' the Professor said quietly。 'This is a mercial for cereal。 Listen to me carefully； please。 I know a lot about cereals； because I'm the Sharp Cereal Professor。 Sharp Cereals … Twinkles； Cocoa Bears； Bran… 16； and Sharp All…Grain Blend … are the best…tasting cereals in America。 And they're good for you。' A beat of silence； and then the Sharp Cereal Professor grinned 。。。 and when he grinned； you knew there was the soul of a real pal in there。 'Believe me； because I know。 Your mom knows； I just thought you'd like to know too。'
A young man came into the ad at that point； and he handed the Sharp Cereal Professor a bowl of Twinkles or Cocoa Bears or whatever。 The Sharp Cereal Professor dug in； then looked straight into every living room in the country and said。。 'Nope； nothing wrong here。'
Old man Sharp hadn't cared for that last line； or the idea that anything could be wrong with one of his cereals。 Eventually Vic and Roger had worn him down； but not with rational arguments。 Making ads was not a rational business。 You often did what felt right； but that didn't mean you could understand why it felt right。 Both Vic and Roger felt that the Professor's final line had a power which was both simple and enormous。 ing from the Cereal Professor； it was the final； total fort； a plete security blanket。 I'll never hurt you； it implied。 In a world where parents get divorced； where older kids sometimes beat the shit out of you for no rational reason； where the rival Little League team sometimes racks the crap out of your pitching； where the good guys don't always win like they do on TV； where you don't always get invited to the good birthday party； in a world where so much goes wrong； there will always be Twinkles and Cocoa Bears and All…Grain Blend； and they'll always taste good。 'Nope； nothing wrong here。'
With a little help from Sharp's son （later on； Roger said； you would have believed the kid thought the ad up and wrote it himself）； the Cereal Professor concept was approved and saturated Saturday…morning TV； plus such weekly syndicated programs as Star Blazers； U。S。 of Archie； Hogan's Heroes； and Gilligan's Island。 Sharp Cereals surged even more powerfully than the rest of the Sharp line； and the Cereal Professor became an American institution。 His tag line； 'Nope； nothing wrong here；' became one of those national catch phrases； meaning roughly the same thing as 'Stay cool' and 'No sweat'。
When Vic and Roger decided to go their own way； they had observed strict protocol and had not gone to any of their previous clients until their connections with the Ellison Agency were formally … and amicably … severed。 Their first six months in Portland had been a scary； pressure…cooker time for all of them。 Vic and Donna's boy； Tad； was only a year old。 Donna； who missed New York badly； was by turns sullen； petulant； and just plain scared。 Roger had an old ulcer … a battle scar from his years in the Big Apple advertising wars …and when he and Althea lost the baby the ulcer had flared up again； turning him into a closet Gelusil chugger。 Althea bounced back as well as possible under the circumstances； Vic thought； it was Donna who pointed out to him that placid Althea's single weak drink before dinner had turned into two before and three after。 The two couples had vacationed in Maine； separately and together； but neither Vic nor Roger had realized how many doors are initially closed to folks who have moved in； as Mainers say； from 'outta state'。
They would indeed have gone under； as Roger pointed out； if Sharp hadn't decided to stay with them。 And at the pany's Cleveland headquarters； positions had done an ironic flip…flop。 Now it was the old man who wanted to stick with Vic and Roger and it was the kid （by this time forty years old） who wanted to jettison them； arguing with some logic that it would be madness to hand their account over to a two…bit ad agency six hundred miles north of the New York pulsebeat。 The fact that Ad Worx was affiliated with a New York market…analysis firm cut zero ice with the kid； as it had cut zero ice with the other firms for which they had put together campaigns in the past few years。
'If loyalty was toilet paper；' Roger had said bitterly； 'we'd be hard…pressed to wipe our asses； old buddy。'
But Sharp had e along； providing the margin they had so desperately needed。 'We made do with an ad agency here in town for forty years；' old man Sharp said； 'and if those two boys want to move out of that Christless city； they're just showing good old mon sense。'
That was that。 The old man had spoken。 The kid shut up。 And for the last two and a half years； the Cookie Sharpshooter had gone on shooting； George and Gracie had gone on eating Sharp Cakes in their cold…water flat； and the Sharp Cereal Professor had gone on telling kids that there was nothing wrong here。 Actual spot production was handled by a small independent studior。 in Boston； the New York market…analysis firm went on doing its thing petently； and three or four times a year either Vic or Roger flew to Cleveland to confer with Carroll Sharp and his kid … said kid now going decidedly gray around the temples。 All the rest of the client…agency intercourse was handled by the U。S。 Post Office and Ma Bell。 The process was perhaps strange； certainly cumbersome； but it seemed to work fine。
Then along came Red Razberry Zingers。
Vic and Roger had known about Zingers for some time； of course； although it had only gone on the general market some two months ago； in April of 1980。 Most of the Sharp cereals were lightly sweetened or not sweetened at all。 All…Grain Blend； Sharp's entry in the 'natural' cereal arena； had been quite successful。 Red Razberry Zingers； however； was aimed at a segment of the market with a sweeter tooth： at those prepared…cereal caters who bought such cereals as Count Chocula； Frankenberry； Lucky Charms； and similar pre…sweetened breakfast foods which were somewhere in the twilight zone between cereal and candy。
In the late summer and early fall of 1979； Zingers had been successfully test…marketed in Boise； Idaho； Scranton； Pennsylvania； and in Roger's adopted Maine hometown of Bridgton。 Roger had told Vic with a shudder that he wouldn't let the twins near it with a ten…foot pole （although he had been pleased when Althea told him the kids had clamored for it when they saw it shelved at Gigeure's Market）。 'It's got more sugar than whole grain in it； and it looks like the side of a firebarn。'
Vic had nodded and replied innocently enough； with no sense of prophecy； 'The first time I looked in one of those boxes； I thought it was full of blood。'
'So what do you think？' Roger repeated。 He had made it halfway through his sandwich as Vic reviewed the dismal train of events in his mind。 He was being more and more sure that in Cleveland old man Sharp and his aging kid were looking again to shoot the messenger for the message。
'Guess we better try。'
Roger clapped him on the shoulder。 'My man；' he said。 'Now eat up。'
But Vic wasn't hungry。
The two of them had been invited to Cleveland to attend an 'emergency meeting' that was to be held three weeks after the Fourth of July … a good many of the Sharp regional sales managers and executives were vacationing； and it would take at least that long to get them all together。 One of the items on the agenda had to do directly with Ad Worx： 'an assessment of the association to this point；' the letter had said。 Which meant； Vic assumed； that the kid was using the Zingers debacle to dump them at last。
About three weeks after Red Razberry Zingers went
national； enthusiastically … if gravely … pitched by the Sharp Cereal Professor （'Nope； nothing wrong here'）； the first mother had taken her little one to the hospital； nearly hysterical and sure the child was bleeding internally。 The little girl； victim of nothing more serious than a low…grade virus； had thrown up what her mother had first believed to be a huge amount of blood。
Nope； nothing wrong here。
That had been in Iowa City； Iowa。 The following day there had been seven more cases。 The day after； twenty…four。 In all cases the parents of children afflicted with vomiting or diarrhea； had rushed the kids to the hospital； believing them