Marilyn Ward

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Cover Girl

Making our cover look colourful and fetching this month - at least, that was our intention - is Bournemouth boutique girl MARILYN WARD. Marilyn was a model before she took over her boutique.

We usually buy our clothes from Ernest's in the High Street not far from here, but if Marilyn would only stock bowler hats and pin-stripes we'd give up going to Ernest's.

Ernest is quite nice and always very polite. Nothing is too much trouble when he's explaining and illustrating the merits of a forty-guinea waistcoat.

"Look, we don't wear waistcoats."

"Then sir is losing the opportunity to become utterly ravishing, sir." "Look, we bet Marilyn Ward wouldn't try to sell us forty-guinea waistcoats when all we want is a pair of socks with a red stripe.' "Sir is joking, of course. Sir is vainly resisting. Hold him, Montgomery, hold him, Lancelot. There. Now what does sir think of himself? Sir looks beautiful. How can sir think of mere socks when sir is adorned in a waistcoat like that?"

"All right, you win. We'll have it on the never-never. Put it in some brown paper and deliver it. We're off to Bournemouth to buy a pair of socks."

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Jill Lucienne

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Skaters Waltz

JILL LUCIENNE is a girl with many talents, but roller skating is not one of them. Don't let this upset you - a girl can't have everything, particularly when she's so well endowed by Nature.

As you can see, Jill isn't taking it at all seriously, although she has every reason to look less happy about it - than she should, considering you can't hit the deck on roller skates without shaking every bone in your body.

Jill trying to get the better of roller skates reminds us of the blonde who refused to be intimidated by the closing doors of tube trains - you can't win without extra-sensory perception. One summer evening the blonde, refusing to be perturbed by the threatening swish of the closing doors, unhurriedly and gracefully alighted at a station that shall be nameless.

Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960

Helene Du Bois

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The Move

When HELENE DU BOIS decided to move from a provincial town to London, she thought she was taking quite a chance.

But London received Helene with open arms, and the photographers, who suffer from headaches in their continual search for true beauty, threw away their aspirins and loaded their cameras with light and revelation. Every one's ever so nice, said Helene.

Who couldn't be?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Cleo Simmons

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Pop Fan

Girl who can't resist all the joys of listening to pop groups is CLEO SIMMONS. She's an undeviating fan of the Beatles and had a terrible week when George Harrison got married.

Beautiful Britons - No 137 April 1967

Maria Assin

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Where's The Jack?

MARIA ASSIN had no idea where to find the car jack, and she wasn't even sure what a car jack was like.

Still, she did find a thingumabob that fitted over the nuts.

There was that other Jack. Jack Puddinglass. But he went off with his fishing rod as soon as they arrived.

You can't be more useless than that.

Still. Maria looked ever so nice in her bikini-style ensemble of delicate white and you can't say fairer than that.

Span No 167 - July 1968

Sandra Norvic

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Quite Delightful

Secretary SANDRA NORVIC really is quite delightful. With brown eyes that can melt the iron resolution of a Muscovite and lovely legs that can make you realise how she adds to the look of a garden swing, Sandra is just the girl we'd like to share our luncheon voucher with.

Not a bit like Chrissie Moreweather. When she sat on our garden swing she bent it, and when she met her first Muscovite, she put her glasses on and talked politics with him.

Sandra is essentially feminine. Politics send her to sleep. She likes pop music, pop art and exotic cooking. She looks heavenly in a kitchen, and fascinating over a hot stove. She thinks men are delicious. Some are so delicious she could eat them. Anyone like to be cooked in a hot oven?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Hazel Shaw

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Backgrounds Don't Matter

Whether indoors, outdoors, or down in the cellar holding up a ladder, HAZEL SHAW is photogenically whizz-oh.

Unless you're a perfectionist backgrounds don't matter. It's the subject that counts. Hazel is the most entrancing of subjects. She's a blonde Scot and representative of why impressionable young men wander in a daze all over the Highlands.

One look at Hazel and they've lost their way.

Can't wonder at it, really. World is full of unimpressive things, like concrete bridges, council garbage trucks and telephone wires. When people jump off concrete bridges it's not always because of some complicated Freudian problem, it's often because concrete bridges send them bonkers. They're the aesthetic types. Far better to fall in love with a vision like Hazel and wander dizzily and happily around the Scottish Highlands. They've got some lovely scenery up there.

Including Miss Shaw.

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Angela Jones

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Time For Dreaming

Dreamy indeed is ANGELA JONES, popular young model from the Midlands. Angela is a busy model, but there is always time to dream. She can do it in between poses or when her boyfriend is talking soccer to her.

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

Jean Dickinson

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Jazzy Sec

English girl now living in Vancouver is JEAN DICKINSON. Jean is a secretary who helps her bank balance by working at nights as a jazz singer in Vancouver clubs. Outside of work she skis in the winter, rides a surfboard in the summer, collects jazz discs and reads biographies.

Span No 125 - January 1965

Pauline Gorvin

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Hopeful

Young and hopeful is PAULINE GORVIN.

She likes dressmaking and dancing, but her hope in life is to become a model. Ah, beauty in all its pristine bloom, ah, life in all its mesmerising enchantment, what glamour there is in the hope of one so favoured. "Really," said Pauline, blushing a bit, "there's no need to go on like that."

What, shall the practicalities of life's cut and thrust reduce us to unromantic grunts? May we not be poetical and lyrical about thy liquid brown eyes and thy lilting loveliness?

"Oh, all right, then,' said Pauline, "only don't make me giggle too much or my coat might slip.'

Span No 167 - July 1968

Francoise Prouzeau

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French Lesson

All right, you at the back there in driving goggles, what's the French for ambivalence? Don't know, do you? Thought you didn't. Got your nose immersed in some lurid pin-up magazine, I suppose? Don't care about French lessons, do you? Don't like my teaching methods, I suppose?

Don't like my face, probably. Rather have your French taught by some oo-la-la bird from Paris in a mini-skirt, of course. A lot of good that would do you.

Well, teacher had no sooner delivered himself of that irate piece than into the classroom walked the most fascinating oo-la-la shape from Paris, whose name was FRANCOISE PROUZEAU and whose smile sent the class reeling and knocked teacher cold.

Francoise was only on a very short visit to England, but my word (said teacher afterwards) she was the one person who could make that idle, incompetent class of mine sit up and listen. It didn't do them any good, though, I said it wouldn't. Now she's gone they just slump about and chew peanuts. By the way, headmaster, I'm getting a transfer to a college in Paris. Francoise is a student there. Here's my notice.

Spick No 176 - July 1968

Elizabeth Gallacher

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Send Us A Snap

Keen on photography is ELIZABETH GALLACHER, and when it comes to putting herself on celluloid it’s just what the doctor ordered — as far as we’re concerned. “What d’you think?” asked Liz modestly. “Send us a snap."

Angeline Dunmore

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Sultry Look

Giving us the full benefit of that sultry look is ANGELINE DUNMORE. To look at Angeline you'd probably think she's the kind of sophisticated beauty who lounges around all day merely looking glamorous for the camera.

We exclude the smart guys who live by the maxim that nothing's so deceptive as looks.

In actual fact, Angeline's a busy housewife and mother, and prefers the kitchen to the studio.

It so happens that both Angeline and her hubby like to eat.

Thirsty consumers of highballs sometimes consider eating a mere chore between drinks, but not Angeline.

Cooking itself may be a chore, but not the end product. What could be more appetising than ravioli served a la oomph by a housewife more appealing than the dish itself?

Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960