Very cute indeed is MANJA PERUCCIA,
Austrian girl studying ballet in West Germany and taking time off occasionally to be a pinup. Manja’s ambition is to carry her student days to a successful climax and enter a ballet company which will be delighted to have her.
Until that day comes along Manja mixes fun with her work.
Well, who can resist a frilly frolic in the sunny outdoors when the spring is here?
In fact, we don't know how to make a better finish than with DAWN GRAYSON. Dawn is still in the United States, still slaying the cowboys and the oilmen, but she looks as English as ever.
It’s not the first time we’ve featured gay JANE McKAY, who always turns up at regular intervals with a smile. Jane has something to smile about. She’s young, she’s pretty, she’s popular with the boys, and she’s earning lots of money as a shorthand-typist.
Always glamorous, Jane is proud of her trim figure, which looks good whether she’s wearing a sweater or a bolero. Jane works in the City of London and does the occasional pin-up modelling for us partly for the fun of it and partly for the pin money. The latter helps towards her wardrobe and her annual vacation.
Jane has lots of friends, gets lots of laughs out of life, and is really as lively as a porpoise. Maybe a porpoise can do more tricks in the water, but no porpoise looks as good!
Now that summer is really here it’s warm enough for SUSAN DOUGLAS to model her summer weight lingerie, which makes her the coolest girl we know. This, of course, is recommended to be just the right weight to wear under a Courreges-style outfit. Slick, mod and unobtrusive. Lovely, in fact
Yes, something has gone astray. It's only a skirt. There was very little of it, just a brief mini.
Even so, ANNA CLARE did miss it. This Middlesex girl didn't feel she could catch her country bus home unless she found it. People would look. Be surprising if they didn't.
Anyway, Anna looked quite delightful as she moved around the woods in search of her skirt. She found it up a tree in the end.
Long John Silver had a wooden leg and was a bit of a sea-going old villain. SYLVIA WOOD has got her own original and lovely legs and she's never been to sea, except on channel ferries.
She likes to wear her Long Johns in the winter, when she's on the terraces cheering her favourite soccer team. They keep her snugly warm. Well, what was good enough for grandma is good enough for Sylvia.
Can anyone please help identify this lovely looking girl? She looks familiar to me, but I just can’t place her. Your help would be appreciated.
Thanks for your help with this. Her name is Maureen Pike (Worth) with this picture being taken from a set used in Spick 259 but not published.
Many thanks to those that contacted me.
A day is lovely—or can be lovely—on account of many factors. It’s all over ecstatic vibrations if you’ve won first divvy on the pools, and it’s not far short of that if you’re on holiday in Alassio and have just met an adorable Italian girl who can’t resist your muscles. And when the day is as lovely as that life is lovely too. We had all the traditionally dreamy feelings associated with the perfect day when we were on the Welsh coast and met office girl PAULINE STREET sunning herself during her lunch hour. We went right off food, but it didn’t alter the day’s perfection.
Fish and chips aren’t everything. It’s girls who make life a lovely day. Especially when they’re as photogenic as Pauline.
Pauline’s principal interest is amateur dramatics and if her histrionic talents are only half as good as her looks each seat must be worth double the price.
And, as is intriguingly obvious, Pauline has beautiful legs and looks dazzling in fishnet tights when the pantomime season comes around. If they put her in as the cat in “Dick Whittington,” all covered in fur and whiskers, it’ll be absolutely suicidal casting. We won’t go.
We don’t know what the actual figures are, but if we said five girls out of every six like mink we wouldn't be exaggerating, would we? There must be exceptions, anyway, even if these can’t be more than one in six. FAY STEVENS, for instance, would prefer a super white sports car.
Fay is a secretary, with natural blonde hair, and the softest smile to go with the fastest sports car. She’s only got an old banger at the moment, but if you can pursue an ambition with dedication and zest you’ll always get what you want in the end.
We couldn’t help asking DAWN GRAYSON if she’d got into her foamy bath before she was quite ready for it.
If you must know, said Dawn, I was just testing the water when I slipped and fell in. I was still wearing my undies at the time. It does happen, you know.
Actually, when we were in Persia we used to take a standing shower in full drill uniform, and after stepping out we just stood around and in no time everything dried out fine.
Sounds barmy, said Dawn, and awfully damp. Still, once you're in you’re in and you might as well stay there. You can wash your smalls while you’re still wearing them.
It’s a bit like cooking your breakfast with your hat and coat on, isn’t it?
With the rain coming through the kitchen ceiling. That, said Dawn, sounds even barmier.
But despite all loud yells of “Gee up, you four-legged loafer!" it was obvious that Rufus was far more interested in the elegant footwear of fashion model HELEN MILLIGAN than in getting himself attached to an old farm plough.
Rufus has as much appreciation of graceful-limbed Helen as we have.
Remember This Name
Kathy’s pictured here on a Sunday afternoon, because Sunday is her only day off. Business is so good, it keeps her busy - too busy, almost. And this is why she wore her elegant wig for these pictures. It’s a matter of disguise - we couldn’t have all our readers stampeding down to King’s Road, in search of Kathy, now could we. We reckon she gets besieged enough as it is!
But really, getting back to reality, if you want to know who she is we 'll give you her Who’s Who entry, which we’ve compiled ready for the day when Kathy gets more popular than Ursula Undress. Born: 1947. Brothers and sisters: none. Early interest in needlework and fashion later coupled with father’s capital to start Kathy’s own King’s Road, Chelsea dressmaking enterprise. Successful within two months. Besieged by customers and orders.
Then, strangers in the street will stop and cry to one another, “Kathy Field!" Our offices will be submerged with letters pleading for Kathy’s address. Kathy herself will be moved to some place of safety; maybe Buckingham Palace, because that’s about the only place we can think of where even a student demonstrator might think twice before invading!
Kathy Field. No, we’re not referring to where she is. It’s who she is. We suppose it’s possible to get confused like that, if you’ve never heard of Kathy Field before. But soon, such confusion will be im¬possible. Everyone will know who Kathy is, some day; the day when Mustang has got so popular that every man in the land reads it . . .
We get all kinds of readers figuratively clouting us whenever we’re remiss enough to leave out their favourite pin-up girls. Really keen fans are like hungry tigers—they’ll eat you if you upset them. So in response to any amount of hungry tigers here is their pride and joy, SUSAN DOUGLAS, in her latest fascinating pictures. These should save us from being gobbled up for at least a month.
