THESE days when you see people running down the street your first thought is that they are escaping from some terrorist outrage. Fortunately this is not the case here in Glasgow's Renfield Street in April, 1964, when Herald chief photographer Harry Moyes snapped these young women running after the car taking The Beatles from the STV studios down to the Odeon Cinema for a concert.

My quick calculation is that the Beatles played four concerts in Glasgow in 1963 and '64, three of them at the Odeon where they dutifully played all their hits while being drowned out by the constant screaming of the mainly female audience.

Renfield Street has been remodelled a bit since then. I can see they are heading towards Green's Playhouse which later became the Apollo before being knocked down to make way for Cineworld. Don't know W&R Hatrick, druggists, whom my good friend Mr Google explains to me were based in Renfield Street since 1881. In 1901 it was recorded that "Messrs Hatrick's principal products are tinctures, chemical and vegetable syrups and liquors, concentrated infusions, decoctions, and liquid extracts, which are mainly prepared by the processes recommended in the British Pharmacopoeia, of definite degrees of purity and strength."

I couldn't find out a great deal more as asking Mr Google about "Hatrick" and "Glasgow" simply brought me match reports from a variety of Celtic and Rangers games.

Anyway back to the Beatles fans. Although they are wearing heels, the girls did not have too far to run as the Odeon, now closed, was only a few blocks down. Thank goodness the Hydro hadn't been built as that's a bit of a stretch from the city centre.

LOOK how clean-cut the late Arthur Montford is, presenting Scotsport for Scottish Television, although on this occasion he does not have his trademark loud-checked sports jacket. Arthur presented the sports programme through the sixties and seventies until his retirement in 1989. This must be quite an early edition though as there is an ashtray on top of the desk, but that must have been for guests as Arthur himself did not smoke.

Naturally STV spared no expense, nicking some old granny's curtains for the backdrop, and leaving just enough room to squeeze in Arthur's guest who almost has to sit on top of him. The only concession to sport is a wee photograph of a game hung up on the wall. What a stramash, as Arthur may or may not have remarked.

A CLASSIC picture of entertainers the Alexander Brothers, kilted and casually leaning on a rowing boat with the Scottish hills behind them. Hard to believe they were originally painters and decorators from Cambusnethan near Wishaw which is about as un-Highland as they come.

Tom and his late brother Jack sang all the old classic Scots songs to Scottish communities around the world, leaving rarely a dry eye as they crooned their way through belters such as Nobody's Child. They even played Carnegie Hall in New York and Sydney Opera House, which fair beats slapping on two coats on a Lanarkshire semi. They retired in 2012, and Jack died the following year.