
Category: 1940s
Happy Birthday, Doris Day (Whatever Age You Are)
Reports today show Doris Day’s age from 90 to 92, owing to the fact that she lied about her age, back in the day, so that she could sing professionally with a big band in a club. According to http://www.npr.org, Day’s bandleader lied to the club owners and told them she was a legal adult.
“I kept forgetting that I wasn’t two years older for years,” Doris Day said. “As the years go on, and my mother said to me, ‘You know what, it just occurred to me. You’re not really 30. You’re 28.’ And I looked at her and said, ‘Oh my gosh, I forgot all about that.'”
How nice to suddenly remember you’re two years younger!
This is guaranteed to be the most recent picture you’ll find of the reclusive actress, who has been single for over 30 years, living with her dogs in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California.

Most of us, however, prefer to remember Day, born Doris Mary Ann Kappelhoff, as the fresh-faced Goldilocks shown in this 1948 Christmas pic with Bob Hope. Perhaps she’ll live to be 100 like he did!

Perhaps she already has…
For more on Doris, check out:http://michaelstvtray.com/2014/04/03/doris-day-bday/ .
Hickfang Towers Over Lassies
In today’s 1948 yearbook, I found a picture of this tall drink of water, Karl Hickfang, surrounded by a group of girls called the Lassies Petite. He was their mascot. Ironic.
Upon further investigation, I discovered that he went on to direct a choir. One of his students, Diane Garne, wrote about him in her book, Cinderella’s Daughter and the Secret of Big Bend:
I also found a memorial to his friend, written by Hickfang himself:
During a summer of 1949, I was finishing requirements for a bachelor of Music
degree. I looked forward to my first teaching position as the band director at
Bonham High School, my alma mater. Near the end of August, I learned the
position was not mine and I had to scramble to find another position so close to the
start of the school year.
The teacher placement bureau at the University of Texas informed me of junior
high school band openings at Conroe and Alvin, north and south of Houston. I
found the Conroe position filled. From a phone booth in downtown Houston, I called
the superintendent of schools in Alvin and was told the band director at Alvin High
Schools would be at H &H Music at 1:00 p.m. and that he had the authority to hire me if he chose to do so.
While I waited at H & H Music Co, three gentlemen came in the store…I was introduced to these gentlemen and Mr. Johnstone indicated he knew of me and said there was an opening for a choir director at Woodland Acres Junior High School, in the Galena Park district. To this day, I never believed he knew of me and I told him I anticipated going to Alvin Junior High School as a band director. I learned right then that you don’t say no to this man. He eventually convinced me to take a position at Woodland Acres and became my mentor.
Isn’t it amazing what you can find online? I always wonder what became of the happy, youthful folks in these eras of yore, and it’s good to know some of them live long, fruitful lives. Karl Hickfang passed away four years ago at the age of 83. R.I.P., Mr. Hickfang.
Catch O’ The Day
Afternoon Delight
College Campus Coffee Shop 1948
Fourth Grade 1946
Faceracker
More Brother Husbands, Less Sister Wives
Hard Scramble
We Won’t Be Late For Our ’48 Date
Eye of the Beholder
I like how this yearbook just cuts to the chase: Pretty Girls. So there. It’s not open for discussion. And Sugie Smulcher signed her name for emphasis. Say that aloud. Sugie Smulcher. Rolls right off the tongue.
Other yearbooks try to be creative with their beauty queen section, like this classy illustration preceding the portraits.
Some editors refer to them as queens.

Others refer to them as “sweethearts.”

I doubt this girl’s destiny included being a farmer’s wife, but she took the title of FFA (Future Farmers of America) sweetheart. If she’s not a vision in lace, I don’t know what is.
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.”–Albert Einstein
Now that’s science!















