Gloria Gene

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Gloria

Yorkshire bird GLORIA GENE is well in trim for what makes a feller turn his head, even if he's out with his wife.

Yup, Gloria is well in trim with vitalistics of 37-24-36, and those kind of inches mean curves that will stop the seaward traffic on any beach. Well, who wants to mess about with all that water when one can lie around and look at Gloria?

We couldn't get her on a beach because of the weather, but we did get her out of her Leeds office to shoot a couple of shots of her in the tea-room. How about that, then?

Span No 243 - November 1974

Gloria Gene and Caroline Spencer

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A Taste of Honey

To make up a very sweet feature here are two natural honies. GLORIA GENE and CAROLINE SPENCER.

Gloria is a natural for honey. She likes it. She eats it. They say it holds the secret of long life and health. We used to think an apple a day did that. That was only old wives' stuff, apparently. The real thing is honey. Well, you can see how lovely Gloria looks on it. She's a Yorkshire girl.

Caroline Spencer only gets the honey pot out on Sundays. Caroline is a busy housewife who keeps fit on being wholly occupied every hour of every day, and busy days and honey once a week make her look gorgeous - which is an example to all you girls who lounge about at weekends and eat cream buns.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Gloria Gene

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Mission In Majorca

"Well, so long, Hortense," said Humphrey, "I'm off now."

"You've been off since you took that assault course in 1944,” said his wife. "See you in a couple of months," said Humphrey.

"Oh no you don't," said Hortense, holding him back by his ear, "you'll see me same as usual when you come home from the gravel pits."

"I've changed me vocation," said Humphrey, "I'm off on a mission to Majorca."

"Top secret?" said Hortense, twisting his ear anti-clockwise. It hurts more that way.

"Hardly," said Humphrey, not minding the pain because of the semiconscious bliss that pervaded him. "I'm just going to spend my time looking for FO 777. No, leggo me ear, I'm all agog."

"What's FO 777—a pre-war Bentley?" asked Hortense.

"It's Female Operative No. 777," replied Humphrey, "and my mission is to find her in Majorca before some other swine finds her first.”

"That's not going to take you a couple of months," said his wife.

"I reckon to find her in a week," said Humphrey, "the rest of the time is for social bliss."

"I thought so,” said Hortense. "Come here," she said and yanked him indoors, belted him stupid and then made him stand in a corner until all his hot romantic flushes had died down.

Humphrey, you see, had heard that Yorkshire girl GLORIA GENE was going to Majorca, and as Gloria is a honey-eating cracker who looks marvellous in a Majorcan bikini measuring 36-24-36, Humphrey didn't want to be left out of all the joys of playing beach ball with her. It was Hortense who sabotaged him.

Wives are lovely and protective.

Gloria is not only shapely, but she keeps in shape by enjoying all the vigour of an outdoor life, and among her pursuits is a love of swimming in natural waters, not pools. Her home town is Goole in Yorkshire.