I sent a copy of this photo to Bill Hopkins for interpretation. Bill has had a hard time holding a job: he’s been a lawyer, a judge, a goat roper and a far from adequate student body presidential campaign manager. Right now he’s an author, just like Wife Sharon.
Anyway, Friend Bill said, ” I don’t recognize the car but it looks like me under the hood.”
I’m pretty sure the other guys are John Hodges, Kenny Fischer and John Mueller. You can click on the picture to make it large enough to confirm my IDs.
That’s about the right ratio of folks: three people to watch another guy stare at a motor. I have to give Bill credit. Based on my long relationship with him, I would have thought he would have opened the trunk and not the hood to look for the reason the car wouldn’t run.
A couple of Cheri Pind portraits were on the roll with Tom Holt and his grilling extravaganza. I mostly knew Cheri as a cheerleader, which put her in a whole other social league. Since I didn’t exactly know them, I sort of categorized them.
Anne Buchanan had a classic beauty. Joni Tickel was the All American Girl Next Door who could look good even in those hideous gym uniforms.
Cherie had a twinkle in her eye that always said, “Go ahead and dare me.”
Sassy then, sassy now
Her bio in the Class of 1965 20th Reunion captured her sassy spirit. “Cherie does not work and never will, if she can help it.”
“My hair was beautiful”
“Let me state that I thought my hair was beautiful in high school, but since, I have heard talk about it,” the bio continued.
Here is a photo from the Class of ’65 Senior Banquet. The Missourian’s caption read, “Miss Cheri Pind just realizes that she is the one being described in the class prophesy being read by Chuck Dockins and Steve Seabaugh at the Senior Banquet Tuesday night in the Central High School cafeteria. Jim Stone, background, seems relatively unimpressed.”
Cheerleading skirt not too short
“I have terrific memories of high school and classmates, and I did not think my cheerleading skirt was too short!” she said.
As a male, I would have to agree with Cheri.
Cheri was the second from the left in this photo of the cheerleaders collecting for the March of Dimes in 1963. Norma Waggoner is, alas, keeping us from being able to judge the length of Cheri’s skirt.
Dancin’ in the parking lot
Cheri was one of the dancers to set the floor of the Teen Age Club on Spanish bouncing so much a city inspector shut the place down. Dancin’ feet gotta dance, so the action was moved to the bank parking lot at the corner of Main and Broadway.
Miss Pind is the girl facing the camera in the middle. She shows up in other photos of the parking lot dance.
Frony shot most of The Missourian’s food features because Mary Blue, who wrote most of them, was organized and worked well in advance. Most of my photos were spot news, self-generated features and assignments that popped up at the last minute when Frony wasn’t available.
Frony must have been out of pocket when it came time to shoot classmate Tom Holt from the Central High School Class of 1965. Tom and I had classes together and even went on a double date at least once, but we ran in different circles: he was a jock and I was a debater who had a plastic pocket protector.
Baste that chicken
I guess basting is what he’s doing. See, my cooking skills are severely limited. Wife Lila said the other night, “You know you’d starve if I got hit by a bus.”
Not exactly denying it, I said, “I think I could survive. I mean, I have my cookbook to fall back on.”
“Your cookbook?” she asked, giving me a quizzical – OK, unbelieving – look.
“Sure,” and I reached under the kitchen telephone and brought out a stack of carry-out menus.
Every great cook has an assistant
I don’t know who Tom’s assistant was. Somebody will have to fill in the blank.
These pictures suffer from overdevelopment in the darkroom. When you’re dealing with a contrasty situation like this, you should expose for the shadows and cut back on the developing time to reduce the contrast. I got the shadow part right, but I left the film in the developer a minute or two too long and caused the highlights, like the assistant’s shirt, to block up.
I couldn’t find the date when the pictures ran in The Missourian, so I can’t pass on Tom’s cooking tips.
Remember the Era of Big Hair? This negative sleeve had a number of different assignments in it, along with a cryptic “Linda M.” After consulting with the Central High School yearbook and Wife Lila, I’m going to guess it’s Linda McGregor, who was a sophomore in the 1965 Girardot.
This must have been some kind of sporting event because both girls have Tiger emblems.
The woman at the left doesn’t seem to approve of whatever hijinks and tomfoolery are going on.
I was willing to take a stab at Linda, but I don’t have a clue who her friend is. Anyone? Click on the photos to make them larger if that helps.
You’d think a photographer would have a ready-made excuse to collect names and phone numbers from cute girls, but my level of social self-ineptitude kept me from obtaining that information for personal use, and I didn’t bother to ID anyone who wasn’t going to make me five bucks in the paper.