I Scream. You Scream. We All Scream for Ice Cream!

I’m getting a vision of a little white truck with loud speakers on top.
Playing a tinny rendition of  “Camp town Races,” by Stephen Foster.
I see the ‘Ice Cream Man’ driving up and down the streets of my neighborhood, Eventually stopping when too many children gathered around and blocked his way. I’m remembering a cone cost ten cents?

Who created this phrase?
In 1922, these words were a slogan for an ‘I-Scream’ bar, the original Eskimo Pie.
Those words were a Dixieland jazz song in 1927, written by Billy Moll, Robert King, and Howard Johnson.

This image sure makes me happy. I wanna meet the messy owner of this office who decorates his window with garlands of ice cream cones. Gotta be a story..