Susan McKay

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Sandy Sue

Down among the sand dunes SUSAN McKAY found time to lie in the sun. It was a pity she'd left her bikini on the coach, for although you can brown some of yourself in a light dress, you can't cover the same amount of area as you can in a bikini. Especially the itsy-bitsy kind.

Nonetheless (as they say in those slightly archaic novels) Susan looks very attractive in a light dress and those frilly garters are just as likely to turn a head as a bikini.

"Hey, you're looking"

Yes, well - well, as a matter of fact - well, we wondered if you'd seen our dog.

"Did it have shaggy hair, just like you? And floppy ears, also like you?"

Well, no.

"Then go away or I'll call my bloodhound to bite you."

You can't mean that. Couldn't we take just one picture of you while we're here? You look divine. Smashing in fact. "Oh, you and your big blue eyes. Just half-a-dozen, then." Could we make it one over the eight?

"You've already had that I can tell from the empty bottles."

Beautiful Britons No 80 - June 1962

Susan McKay

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Caught Out

It wasn’t like being caught in the pantry with the jam cover off. It was just being caught by the camera when she was out. Hairdresser SUSAN McKAY is so often out it was inevitable.

Susan thinks it's a pity she can’t sometimes be alone when she’s out, but it would be a crying shame to us if there were no opportunities at all for pushing our camera at her through the hedges.

Swelp the barmaid’s bustle, as they say, what kind of great outdoors would it be if you could only photograph corn, gates, bullrushes and cowslips' How about it if you couldn’t once focus on a pretty hairdresser? You might just as well climb a high house and fall off the roof.

“Yes,” said Susan, “why don’t you?”

Spick & Span Extra No 5 - Winter 1962

Susan McKay

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Stylist

Stylist tress chic is SUSAN McKAY, not only in her clothes but in her job. Susan works as assistant to a prominent Glasgow hair stylist, and having her put a kink in your hair if you’re a customer must be a joy.

Customers being of the fair sex only, we’re left without a kink—apart from the one the psychiatrist told us about—and we rather wish Susan would stop lying around on walls and beaches and join our barber’s shop.

Very few barber’s shops have lady assistants, and those that do don’t have any quite like Susan, with her gorgeous brown eyes and her photogenic legs.