Ruth Cavendish
/Glad You're Back
Nobody gave a hoot when old Job Kuttenblower threw his spade into the turnips and went off to work in a bicycle shop in Nowton-under-Pond. He never had been the kind of feller to fill you with rapture, so when he went off and never came back, well, it didn't bother anybody except the man who grew turnips. He had to find someone else to dig them and there aren't many people who want to spend all that time with turnips.
Naturally, there's an important difference between a feller like Job and a girl like RUTH CAVENDISH. If we lived next door to Ruth, we'd break our heart every time she went off to spend a week-end with her old college chums, There are some girls one likes to keep in focus all the time. Keeping Ruth in focus gives us vibratory excruciations and you can't get pills for that sort of twittering oscillation, not even on the National Health. On the other hand, who wants to be cured?
It's sometime since we've seen Ruth. Glad you're back, beautiful, even if we are all over quivers.
Beautiful Britons No 138 - May 1967