Here in San Antonio, back in the late 60's and early 70's, we had a children's cartoon show called "Capt Gus and Popeye Show". It aired live M-F 3:30pm featuring those ancient Popeye the Sailor and Bugs Bunny cartoons, with a live studio audience, hosted by some old cuss in a red wig and sailor suit, known as Capt Gus. On TV and at public appearances, Capt Gus seemed to be the friendliest and most charming of local TV show hosts. But in the studio it was a different story. I was a member of the studio audience in 1966 and in 1968. In 1966, I was too young to notice how Capt Gus offered different levels of service to certain kids in the studio audience. But in 1968, it was very evident that not all of us kids were welcome aboard Capt Gus's ship, regardless of the content of our character. When it came time for the sour old Capt to introduce each kid in the studio audience, by asking their name, age, school, hobbies, etc, he had all of the time in the world for the kids from 'that side of town'. But when it came to my brother and me and others like us, we got the 2nd class, back of the bus quickie. Just your name, age and on to the next kid. It was at that time that I also detected the potent fumes of the Capt's 80 proof aftershave. I always wondered why the good Capt ran across the studio and out a side door, as soon as the studio lights went out and magically reappear seconds before the studio lights came back on when we went live. Off camera he had no interaction with us and never even acknowledged our existence, except only when needed for the show. I stopped watching that show after my enlightening experience. I don't even know how long the show lasted or when it was finally put out of its misery. At the time, my parents told me that there were still some people who didn't believe that our constitution applied to all of our native born citizens, regardless of their tan or lack of one.