Sue Seymour

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Office Graduate

The head of the department was delighted to discover that the new shorthand-typist was so proficient. It was a joy to see her tapping the keys so efficiently. Her name was SUE SEYMOUR, and the head of the department looked forward to a long stream of beautifully typed letters that would suitably impress the recipients.

Unfortunately, an agent spotted Sue during her lunch break one day and was as impressed by her looks as the head of the department had been impressed by her work. So, Sue graduated from shorthand-typing to modelling in very quick time indeed, leaving the head of the department quite distracted. Really efficient shorthand-typists who are also a pictorial adornment naturally create a nostalgic void when they depart never to return. But Sue, who is eighteen, tall, and measures 34'-23'-34', is so right for modelling that her graduation was inevitable.

Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967

Sue Seymour

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It's a Great Life

You don’t have to wear a big Stetson and be a Texas oil millionaire to enjoy life. All that money helps, of course, but it’s not a necessity. As a millionaire you can own an ocean-going yacht and still get lost in a storm at sea, and what has life to offer you then if there’s no lifebelt in sight ?

You’d be better off as an ice-cream man on the beach at San Remo. Girl who doesn’t own any oil wells and only takes home what she earns as a shorthand-typist in a London office is SUE SEYMOUR. Life to Sue is simply great. She’s eighteen years old and she swings along with the London scene.

Big business executives work late and get ulcers Sue twists and shakes on the dance floor and has fun. She likes a game of tennis, a galloping horse and the deep end of a swimming pool.

Millionaires sweat over the tape machines and bite the ends off their Havana cigars over each share fluctuation. Sue carries on making the most of life, and in her gay pursuit of the great outdoor pleasures she takes her tent in case of rain.

The weather was fine on this occasion and if you know of a more idyllic combination than a tent, a quiet glade and sweet Sue, then don’t keep it to yourself.