Estelle Warner

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Who's Young and Beautiful

"Ah," said Mr. Pyper, putting his head into the ladies' gown shop in Malvern, Worcs, "who's young and beautiful, then, eh?"

"Oh, you are awful," said the lovely 18-year-old salesgirl. She was ESTELLE WARNER and she was just trying to get a small-size sweater on an outside dummy. And Mr. Pyper, whose other name was Joseph, was the young man who worked in the fishing-gear shop close by. He liked to pop in occasionally—about ten times a day— to ensure he wasn't missing anything. He was dead keen on Estelle, and so are quite a few other fellers, as you can imagine. But she's in the middle of being absolutely dedicated to her job, and all she could offer Mr. Pyper was some advice to either go away or get poked in the eye with a dress hanger.

"I'll risk a poke in the eye," said Mr. Pyper, "it's worth it to see you reaching for red ribbon on the top shelf."

"Right, cheeky-chops," said Estelle and Mr. Pyper slipped out just in time to miss being injured. Estelle can't half lash out when she needs to.

Span No 236 - April 1974

Estelle Warner

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Happiness Is

It's not all that complicated. It's a simple state of mind. You can't acquire it by spending millions, but it's yours for nothing if you accept that despite everything it's a wonderful world.

Happiness is just that to ESTELLE WARNER, salesgirl and just eighteen. It is a wonderful world, she says. You've only got to read what it was like a hundred years ago to realise if you'd been alive then you could easily have spent your ninth birthday down a coalmine.

People now, she thinks, don't know how lucky they are.