Another favorite TJ-build!
My grandfather was Town Marshal in a mountain resort town in the 50's and 60's. He provided his own patrol car, so he always had some dandies. One was a '52 Nash Ambassador, not much unlike this one, although not black and white.
One of his amusing past-times had to do with the big drop of the front of the hood. To check the engine fluids, you literally had to duck under the hood, with part of it behind your head. If a surly or unpleasant gas station attendant dared give my grandfather a bad time, he'd ask the attendant to check the oil. Then, with troublemaking attendant under the hood, where the big Federal siren was hidden, Grampa would 'accidentally' bump the siren button, startling the errant oil-checker into straightening up suddenly and meeting the overhang of the hood with the back of his head, providing great mirth and merriment to my grandfather and all other onlookers.