Everyone in the photo seems to be fascinated with the pretty young woman, but she seems as if she belongs in a different, much more glamorous setting and not some ratty worker's camp. Maybe those herbs worked their (temporary) magic and at the stroke of midnight she turns back into just another one of the plain Janes near her.

The little creature languorously leaning against the Model A definitely possessed the built-in requirements for becoming one as she matured.

To paraphrase a classic song

He bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
He said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

Even the little barefoot boy is struck by the pretty girl on the right. We all embigulate to get a closer look at details that catch our fancy, and I certainly had a closer look at her. She’s also classy and stylish. Note the set of her feet. And the short sleeve shirt cuff that matches her skirt – I didn’t even know that was a thing. And don’t even get me going about her hand.