Okay, so his real name wasn't Coot... but it was Orville, which is very nearly as good/bad.
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This was an apparently disturbing trend in the 50s.
Coot Veal? Meet
Cot Deal
Fortunately, a month before the 50s ended, I was born, thus ending all such silliness.,
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