Angie Holt

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Swinging Angie

Coming alive every evening in the bright lights of West Berlin is ANGIE HOLT, a fair-haired, blueeyed go-go-go girl.

Angie's world is the pop world, highlighted by her passionate adoration of the Beatles and her devotion to all groups which have brought to the beat clubs and the discotheques the music and the sounds which delight the ears and hearts of the young.

During any sunny week-end Angie likes to get into the open air, reserving her swinging reaction to music to the evenings, but it must be pretty obvious she makes as good a picture in the open air as she does when living it up in discotheque.

There's a military look about her cap and dress, and any regiment of signallers which would like to sign her on and teach her semaphore had better apply while they're still under the influence of optimism.

Span No 161 - February 1968

Angie Holt

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High Stepper

When you're nineteen and life isn't weighing you heavily down with all the responsibilities you accrue as you get older, you feel like stepping out to enjoy the wonders of the world.

You've a long way to go before you get to the age where you're all creaky and feeble and need to ask kind policemen to see you across the road. You're full of health and energy and can't understand what hypochondriacs make so much fuss about.

Absolutely whizzo with health and energy is ANGIE HOLT, high - stepping her way through the park, much to the amazement and delight of ninety-year-old gentlemen sitting in fragile pre-occupation on the park benches.

'Well, heck," says one old gent, "girls weren't like that when I was a

boy.”

‘No reason why we can't make up for it now," says a second old gent. ‘‘Where are you creaking off to?" asks the first ancient.

"I'm going to ask her for a dance,” says the second.

Spick No 172 - March 1968

Angie Holt

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Swing Baby Swing

All over the world the uninhibited young ones are worshipping at the feet of those who bring to them the indescribable bliss of pop music. In the beat clubs of Berlin, the young workers find dynamic escapism on the dance floors, and it’s go, go, chick, be your age, you’re only young once. Caught in a mood of unrivalled vitality and zest is ANGIE HOLT, a secretary in West Berlin. Unrepressed, having nothing to do with anything that smacks of convention or establishmentarianism, Angie is representative of all that is alive and joyful in the big city of today.

 Swing, baby, you’re a picture of delight.