Who wouldn't want Molly McBride sitting on the bonnet of their Morris Minor? This is the back cover picture for Span No 245. Molly was definitely a ToCo 60s model, a picture that ToCo regurgitated in their dying days of the 1970s. It may not be of the best quality, but it is definitely worth showing. I like It.
Span No 245 - January 1975
Oh, On The Bottle, Are We?
"How dare you?" said MARION McGREGOR.
"We were only coining a phrase to fit the look of things.”
“| only drink fruit juices," said Marion, "they help to keep my measurements static."
"'Whatter?"
"Static, you fool," said Marion, "that means constant."
"What's constant, darling?"
"In my case," said Marion, "constant is 37-23-36. Any other questions?"
"What are you doing tonight, dearest?"
"Washing my hair," said Marion, "and please don't call me dearest at least, not until you've invited me home to meet your mother."
What a cute girl.
She lives in Ayrshire, which is in Scotland, which is full of bonny bunnies, and we've always been pro-Scottish. We like bonny bunnies.
Beautiful Britons No 182 - January 1971
Gorgeous is the colour of MARION McGREGOR'S hair, like golden honey—and the eyes, of course, must be a beautiful dark blue. Marion, like so many of our Scottish models, is beautiful and bonny. She works in an office, providing the conventional coldness of commerce with a brightness infectious enough to make the working week seem a whole lot shorter. Marion, of course, loves dancing, and thinks men are wonderful. Well, Professor Higgins says in the musical, “on the whole we are a marvellous sex”—or words to that effect. (Bighead).
This was Marion’s first time before the camera, and she models modern lingerie with a smile as bright as her personality. Her vitalistics amount to 36"-23"-37".
Vitalistics like those add up to a cute figure and if the frequent wolf whistle echoes round the office when the travellers come in, they really are no more than you’d expect, are they not? Marion, one of our New Year discoveries, will be seen again—we hope.
Very frisky indeed were the passing breezes on the day MARION McCRECOR took a trip into the country, catching her just at the crucial moment of climbing the fence.
Ah, well, it’s fun to be alive and what’s a fence or a frisky breeze when you're young enough to take both in your stride?
