What’s this sweet coed doing with the most prurient potboiler of the mid-20th century? She appears to be giggling. The must-read Peyton Place was more or less the Fifty Shades of Grey of its day, and came to define the sordid underside of postwar suburban life. Very racy stuff. Sandy Teel Trainer ’60 (pictured) claims no memory of this 1957 photo, the room, or even the bedspread, but the book? “Of course. Everyone was reading it. And yes, I can guarantee there was a lot of giggling.”
Published October 2012