The three pictures above and two below are
Bobby Watson's lovely wife and car, from
Shreeveport, Louisiana.
Congratulations to Bobby
Watson who became the proud
father of a bouncing one-ton
baby Shay on February 7, 2000.
If you look at the photos of Bobby's car, you can see that each headlight
has a little chrome hat with a red marble that glows when the lights are on
at night. If you look at the car from the front, it looks
sleepy. Bobby was
wondering if these were some sort of "after-market" accessories sold in the

Well, Jim Boone offered this most interesting and colorful tale: "Bobby, I
believe I can solve your mystery. I have some really old photgraphs of my
grandmother's hometown. My grandfather was an amateur photographer
and when he was dating "maw-maw" he was captivated by her hometown
of Port Arthur, Texas, a seaport town on the Gulf coast. He, being from the
Mid-West, had never seen a sure'nuff, wild'n wooley seaport  town that
catered to seamen, sailors and longshoremen, and the "others" who
catered to the "manly" side of those men. So he decided to chronicle this
way of life in pictures. According to his records, there were no less than 17
houses of ill repute rocking away in Port Arthur in the early 30's. He set out
to photograph each of the "houses" and their madams. They all drove
sporty cars of course, as they were hardly "shy" types. Of the 17, . . . . . 9,
(count'em, . . NINE) drove Model A Roadsters and loved to be
photographed with them. Sedans and coupes just didn't quite fit their
lifestyles. In each of the photos of those nine ladies of the night and their
automobiles,  . . . . . . . yes, . . . you guessed it, . . . .all the Roadsters
sported headlight shades with little red jewels set in them so they glowed
at night. Presumably, the ladies didn't want to miss any potential clients
when they were out in the evening. Since at night, their customers
couldn't see to recognize them personally . . . . the red jewels indicated
their line of work and their intentions.  I suppose you could say they
sa-shayed around at night drumming up business. It's my guess that
whoever first owned your Shay (and might I add, "Miss Rosie" is a fitting
name) probably was a descendant of one of those ladies (not necessarily
of Port Arthur fame) and in a fit of nostalgia and a yearning to "connect"
with their past, rigged up Miss Rosie with red-jeweled headlight shades.
The look you describe as "sleepy", in fact, could be referred to as
"bedroom eyes". While I don't think these shades are "after-market" items,
you could call them.....  "marketing" accessories.
Oct. 19, 2002: See a new picture of Bobby's Shay on picture page 37