Pictured here is a beautiful, 4-year old, two-tone 1955 Buick Special. Blocking most all of the driver’s side of this beauty are Mr. and Mrs. Arden Sweezer of Dibble, OK.
I don’t believe this is their car. Buick owners generally parked in driveways, not fairways, and wore pants — either some at all (Bunny Sweezer) or, at least the kind that fit properly (Arden Sweezer).
Doretta Plog recalls the day she brought her new 1951 Pontiac home from the dealer: “I was standing in my yard, admiring my lovely new Pontiac, when I heard knocking coming from the glove box. I pushed the latch and when the door swung down I found a folded up young man neatly tucked inside! Alive!” “Thanks lady,” he said, as he began to emerge. “That was a long drive. You must live in the Boonies.”
As it turned out, Rupert Werber, an employee at Schnetzer Pontiac, and also a practicing contortionist, had a bet with a co-worker to see if he could squeeze into a glovebox of a Pontiac. He not only did it, he won five bucks! “But my back still ain’t right”, exclaimed Mr. Werber.
Pictured here is Rupert himself, as he was pulling the last of his body (left arm, not in picture) out of that glovebox.