This is so far my personal favorite of the Portland photo finds. Seriously, if I'd been alive in '52 and about this old, this is pretty much what I'd have looked like (right down to the socks). Look! She's got her best game face on, but it's agony having her picture taken and her hands just can't help but wring on each other. Lucky for her, there's a dark curly spaniel type by her side to lend support.
They even have the same kind of hair. I love them, whoever they are.