When we used to exhibit at car shows, back in the day, if we saw a car we couldn't identify it was 'probably a Wolseley' and nine times out of ten, it was. I've been in the driving seat of a car with rear-hinged doors - think it was a Citroen Light 15. It was such a struggle to find my way out, not being used to doors opening 'the wrong way'! Took me about five minutes of looking confused. Dates would fit, Kernowmaid. He is working for that employer in the 1939 register. You know, I'm relieved that so many think that Fred appears twice! I did pause before hitting the 'post' button, thinking 'they're really going to think I've flipped this time'. That was before I realised how stretched the car looked in the first particular photo.
I bet when Fred did this photo he was laughing like mad thinking he would fool and befuddle generations to come! Way to go, Fred!
Dad's brother-in-law, Uncle Arlo, was a photog. He used to do slide shows at family gatherings, often personal travelogues. He'd be in the mountains in Bolivia, or a bullfight in Mexico, when suddenly would pop up a scantily clad blonde perched atop a picnic table that was covered in, and surrounded by totally undisturbed snow! He'd chuckle and say, "Now how'd she get there?" It was a joke, of course. It was done as a double exposure.
