My parents, not finding any end tables they liked, even after post-war shortages of household goods should have been ending in 1949, hired a high school senior woodshop student to make them a pair out of cherry.
My father's high school woodworking project (one of many), an end table made to measure for his mother's couch, had only three feet.
Or half of one, anyway. I'd have to move the furniture to get far enough back to get the whole width in frame. My mother's grandmother's walnut dresser.