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Photo courtesy Sue Byrd., via Ocean City Dispatch. Click to enlarge.
Vanishing Ocean City With Bunk Mann
For nearly 40 years, Dale’s Esso Center was the first thing people saw when entering Ocean City.
The gas station at the foot of the Route 50 Bridge was one of just a handful of local businesses to stay open year-round in the 1940s and 1950s.
William Dale started the business in 1941 but it was taken over by his wife Elizabeth after their marriage ended. She managed Dale’s Esso from 1943 to 1953 and pumped gas, checked oil and washed windshields in an era when that type of work was rarely attempted by a woman.
When Mrs. Dale’s health began to fail, she leased the station to Burton Birch. He successfully ran it for another 30 years until the building was demolished and the land developed to become an entry park.
Today a fountain containing a white marlin sculpture occupies the former site of Dale’s Esso.
HOMING PIGEON — A high-flying bird who migrates regularly between our Montreal hutch and her Maryland family
(Playboy, 3/1969)
Baltimore’s Kathy MacDonald: March 1969 Playmate of the Month (NSFW)
“It’s just the way I am,” explains Kathy MacDonald-our nonconformist Miss March — when companions point out the contradictions in her quicksilver personality. Her favorite meal matches brook trout with a hearty Beaujolais; she’s a seashore aficionado who’s loved her two years in inland Montreal; and, while most of her sister Montreal Bunnies jet out for weekends in Bermuda or New York, Kathy prefers to fly home for a quiet visit with her family in suburban Baltimore. Typically for Kathy, she came by her cottontail on impulse: “After I left the University of Maryland, where I had been studying nursing, I decided to become a stewardess. But the day before my interview in Baltimore, Mom saw an ad saying the Baltimore Playboy Club needed Bunnies. ‘Why don’t you go and see what it’s like?’ she asked me — jokingly, I thought. Of course, I never got to the airline interview at all. The Club personnel liked me and I loved the Club — right away.” Kathy put in a year and a half as a Baltimore Bunny before hopping up to Montreal. “I thought I’d just spend a winter up here, learning how to ski,” Miss March says, “but Montreal’s charm is magnetic. I found an ancient, tiny apartment with stained-glass windows and huge, real beams in the ceiling.” Enthusiastic as she is about her newfound home away from home, Kathy still talks about new horizons — she has her eye on Los Angeles and its Bunny butch, in particular but, then, Kathy wouldn’t be Kathy without a fresh place to explore.
Not Strip But Flashers
(The Billboard, 6/27/1942)
Feminine burly performers are not “strip-teasers” but “beauty-flashers,” according to Gus Flaig, veteran stage manager for the Gayety, only exclusively burlesque house in Baltimore. According to Flaig, the backbone of burlesque is not “beauty-flashing” but comics, who work at sight comedy. The reason why men go for burly, according to Flaig, is mainly the comics, secondly the rhythm, and then vaudeville — and that is the composite of burlesque. Comics serve to put the “boys” in the mood, rhythm keys them up, and then they are all set for the vaudeville, which climaxes the show. At least, according to Flaig.
Zorita, 1942
