Diana Welsher

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Moon Goddess

Moon Goddess…

Would you know a pure goddess of the moon if you saw one?

You wouldn't? Then we suggest you look more closely at the photograph, which, incidentally, is of a lovely girl named Diana Welsher. Our infallible Dictionary of Girl's Names assures us that the name Diana means pure goddess of the moon. This rather seems to prove something, if only that Dictionaries of Girls' Names are a lot of rubbish.

Did Diana think she matched up to the title of "Pure Goddess of the Moon?"

'Depends on what you mean by pure,' she said, giving us a shrewd look. "I mean, I like pure things. Like pure whisky, for instance never any water with it.' But what about the "Goddess of the Moon" bit?

"Maybe that fits, too," she said. "I'm out late most nights with friends .. maybe I see more of the moon than the sun."

Diana has a good life. Parties every night and nothing to do but relax during the day ... Seems her father owns seventeen gold mines, and her mother has just inherited two and a half million pounds from an uncle who had twenty-three oil wells. On top of this, Diana won £25,000 last week on her premium bond. But, she says, she's not going to let the £25,000 change her life. She'll put it away in the bank and carry on exactly as before lazing in the sun, sipping iced Pimm’s, perhaps a taste of caviar for elevens, provided she's awake by then, of course. A glass or two of champagne when she feels in need of mild refreshment.

At this point we had to leave, as her father had just come home with a present for her.

"Oh, not another steam yacht, daddy," we heard her protest.

Well, being a Pure Goddess of the Moon can be rather a strain sometimes.

Mustang No 5 - 1968

Karen Jenson

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Karen Jenson - Mustang No 7

She's rich. Not just in money, but in talent as well.

She's daughter of a certain businessman who made his fortune manufacturing a certain brand of washing machine. We will refrain from telling you the name of the product for fear of being accused of giving free advertising. She paints abstract art and in two years made the jump from hanging her pictures in the open-air Hampstead art exhibition to being commissioned to paint portraits of some of England's most notable industrialists and politicians.

She calls herself Karen Jenson, but we suspect it's an assumed name; it wouldn't do to drop the real name of her respected family just anywhere, would it? She's planning to branch out into designing backdrops and stage sets for West End musicals. We doubt if she'd have much trouble there. With or without all her talent, one long, sultry look would soften up most theatre producers. Add a short skirt and a slow, knowing smile and even the hardest heart would melt.

Our pictures of Karen were taken at her own country home, where she gets away from it all on the rare occasions when she has time. Most days it's work, work, work. And most evenings it's play, play, play. There isn't much time for rest, rest, rest. You see, she may be a rich man's daughter, but she's not the kind to let it go to her head. She'd hate to laze around for month after month doing nothing (or so she tells us). She wants to go everywhere and try everything, at least once. And that's why she decided to model for our photographs. Inevitable, really-she's as good at that as she is at everything else. Like we said, a girl with talent.

Mustang No 7 - 1969

Nicole Austin

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Nicole Austin - Mustang No 8 - 1969

Mustang No 8 - 1969

Carol Smart

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Come to a Gymslip

No one really likes having to grow up, and certainly no one wants to grow old, feeling the encroachment of age, stiffening joints and dulled senses, fading beauty. Someone who certainly doesn't need to worry about that is Carol Smart, a girl who just loves feeling young at heart. Her schoolgirl uniform may not fit very well anymore, but it's a first-class way of showing her still-young charms and much more. Lying in the grass on long summer afternoons without anything to worry about in the world, perhaps she reminisces and remembers her schooldays, young and innocent, discovering her way through life Carol likes funfairs, cream buns, country walks and candy floss, visits to the zoo except in London Zoo you're not allowed to feed the animals anymore. Isn't that unfair?"

It doesn't matter if people don't approve, she likes to feel young, and act young, doesn't see why she should have to go through the mannerisms of being mature, when half the time it's all a pretence people use when they're trying to look sophisticated and impress people. Why indeed? For our part, we're more than happy for Carol to laze around in her schoolgirl clothes as long as she likes. Provided she doesn't mind us looking on and sometimes giving a faint, wistful, reminiscent sigh.

Mustang No 4 - 1967

Jeannette Fry

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Jeannette Fry

"Cor Blimey!" said Fred, who sweeps the floors. "Gosh! Wow!" cried William, the tea boy. "Good Lord!" muttered the inspector of taxes as he passed through the office. "You'll have to offer more than that if you want her phone number," our photographer sneered at a crowd outside waving £10 notes. Who, you ask, could inspire such a lot of exclamations? The answer is amazing, stunning, heart-melting, overwhelming. The answer is Jeannette Fry

At not much more than five feet high, she may be small in that respect. (We only just stopped ourselves from saying, small Fry ...) In other respects, you'll find she's not small at all. Which respects in particular? We suggest you use your imagination or try looking at our sensational pictures of Jeannette. That way, you really don't need too much imagination.

Jeannette says she's a genuine sort of person. She's not the kind who's always covering up, for a start. Come clean, is her motto. So that the world can see "the real me", as she puts it. That's the sort of motto we can understand. It's certainly better than the sort you get out of Christmas crackers.

Imagine Jeannette dropping out of a Christmas cracker, into your lap. Now, there's an idea. Although, it does have its disadvantages. For a start, it might happen that she'd drop into not your lap, but the lap of the person who you were pulling the cracker with. That would be unbearable. And, of course, you'd have to wait for Christmas, in any case.

We think Christmas is a bit too far away. So, we're showing you adorable Jeannette right here and now, no waiting. To judge from the comments of people in the office, seeing Jeannette is the sort of experience that anyone can appreciate-all the year round.

Mustang No 9 - 1969

Dolly Early

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Dolly Early

That's the girl's name. How can we believe that? It's just too far out to be real. And looking at the girl who has the name, we think that she looks too good to be real, herself.

But let's stretch your imagination even further and tell you that not only is Dolly Early a real name and a real flesh-and-blood girl, but the maid's outfit is for real as well. Because Dolly works as a maid in the mansion of a famous pop star. This is a pretty easy job, really, because the pop star, like most pop stars, is very modest and doesn't own anything he really doesn't need. He only has five great Danes, twenty acres of landscaped gardens, three kitchens, ten bathrooms, twenty-five bedrooms nothing that isn't strictly necessary.

Dolly has to look after it all. But she enjoys it. She's a British girl (we almost said, maid in England) who drifted through a lot of jobs before she settled where she is now. At first, she wondered if she was really cut out for a maid's job. But they all assured her she was maid to measure.

So, there she is, waiting on the young pop musicians’ hand and foot. With a gorgeous girl like Dolly to carry out their every desire (well, almost every desire), we'd say they were doing pretty well. Or, perhaps, could we say that they've got it maid?

Mustang No 6 - 1968

Claire Hart

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Any Wonder the Students Revolt When Claire Is Around?

Being a student, as most people know, has a number of advantages. Look at Claire Hart for example (and who wouldn't want to in any case!). She manages to go to France every summer, live there for two months, and it costs no more than if she stayed at home in England. She stays with a French family, who have a daughter who exchanges with Claire and lives with her family in England for the same two months every year.

"It's a marvellous way of doing things,' says Claire. "The food's wonderful, I'm accepted as one of the family, and I improve my French without having to study at all. They have a big estate, some of it given over to vineyards, and I help out some of the time with the lighter work. If get bored with that, there's a good social life in the town a few kilometres away. And if I want to go off for a couple of days on my own, there's nothing to stop me.

She told us she isn't really bothered about what she'll do when she leaves university. She'll have a good education and she'll be able to pick and choose. But nothing too restrictive or dull; routine jobs aren't for a girl like her. "Maybe I'll try translation work, as a freelance. That'd be a good start. could find my way into films, something like that . . .'

Students these days tend to be unhappy with the world they live in, and protest about it. But Claire has the answer, and it doesn't involve any demonstrations or sit-ins. If she's happy with the way she's living, it's because she's the sort of girl who doesn't take things sitting down; she gets up, goes out and changes her life so it suits her the way she wants it. Whether she goes into films or anything else, we're sure she's the kind who'll go far.

Mustang No 3 - 1967

Carol Marsden

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So, The Mis Fortune Teller Said….

You're looking at the picture of a lonely girl. Lonely, you exclaim, a girl as charming and lovely as her, lonely? It doesn't make sense. It didn't make sense to us, either, until she told us the whole story.

Numerology (the magic of numbers) used not to mean anything to Carol Marsden. Until the beginning of this year, she went to see a fortune teller. "He told me Six has always been my unlucky number," she explains, "it's the number of loneliness and solitude. Well, you try adding up the four figures in '1968' and you get 24. Add the two to the four and you get . . . that's right . . . six! That's why this just isn't my year.

And it's true

It seems that since January it's been a long story of waiting for men who never turned up, people who were going to phone but somehow lost her number, others who made dates but forgot them ... even the milkman started forgetting to call! "Next year will be all right," she says. "1969 adds up to seven a lucky number for me ...

So, when we tell you Carol's lonely, you now know why. But maybe her luck's going to change. We have a feeling we're not fortune tellers, but maybe if some of the people who've let her down and forgotten to phone her read this, and see her picture . It could jog their memories. And Carol wouldn't stay lonely after all.

Mustang No 2 - 1968

Amanda Paget

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Where Does She Get Her Nerve?

If we say that looking at these simply fabulous pictures of Amanda Paget gives us nightmares, please don't get us wrong. Do you ever have the kind of horrible dream where you're out in the street somewhere, and suddenly realise you're in pyjamas? Or half naked? Or even completely stark naked?! Mustang's resident psychologist assures us such dreams are common, but when we asked him what they meant he just gave a sly chuckle but to get back to the subject, namely Amanda, it strikes us that she's posing there in what can only be the top half of a trouser suit. Standing in the street, half naked, looking debonaire, unconcerned and adorable. Where does she get her nerve? Where did she lose her trousers? It's more than enough to give you nightmares.

When we asked her about the trousers, she tried to pretend that what she's wearing is a micro-micro mini-dress, and not a trouser suit top at all. But she can't fool us. Maybe she was out late and had no money, had to sell something to get the bus fare home. But no, that's absurd, a girl like Amanda wouldn't travel by bus, she would have rich young men escorting her, with large comfy cars. So perhaps she fell in a lake, had to take her trousers off to dry them? Maybe-but no, there's no sign of even any wet trousers. Well, if there were alligators in the lake, she could have thrown the trousers to the alligators, to distract their attention while she swam for shore. Oh, but that's ridiculous-even a lowly alligator would need more than an old bit of cloth to take his mind off such a tasty dish as Amanda. We found out, later. It was simpler than we'd imagined. Amanda was posing in only half her trouser suit because our photographer thought it looked better that way. To which we say, why aren't there more lovely girls around who share our photographer's ideas!

Mustang No 9 - 1969