In the fifties (yep, that's when i graduated from HS) we were simply marched into the gym and sat upon a stool in front of a white sheet and a photographer took two or three shots and yelled "NEXT". I would have loved to have had my picture taken with my very cool Model A Coupe, with rumble seat, wire wheels, spares in both front fenders and on the rear, tuck and roll inside, professional respray on the outside- - - ah, that would have been nice.