Captivating young thing in a park in West Berlin is Nikki the squirrel-and so, for that matter, is Nikki's favourite stroller, SYLVIA TERNES. Nikki being somewhat temperamental, he won't take any food unless you go down on your knees to him, and though this makes it somewhat awkward for a girl in a tight skirt, Sylvia humours the little devil - otherwise he follows her home, nipping at her ankles all the way.
Span No 127 - March 1965
Seen swinging and shuffling in the Playboy Club of West Berlin is playgirl SANDY SARJEAN.
This is one of the gayer nightspots of the city, where those who prefer the atmosphere of lush decor and scintillating swing to staying at home with a good book can have a wonderful evening after a long working day.
It's bright, fast-moving, and packed not with the paunchy moneyed clientele who used to have such high-class establishments to themselves, but with the young.
Sandy Sarjean, a busy, conscientious office girl, likes nothing better than a whirly, twisty evening out in this club. It sets her up to meet the chores of the following day with renewed strength.
It's like that with the young.
Span No 161 - February 1968
Being absolutely fanatical about the mini we did a survey on it. We sent an intelligent, observant man with a clinical mind round North London to interview pretty mini-skirted girls.
With a heavy notebook under his arm, he called on 18-year-old JESSE JAMES. (No relation to the American bandit, just a coincidental clash of names.) "Do come in and meet my family," said Jesse, when she found out he was on a survey.
Well, after he'd met her family and been given tea, he said to Jesse, "Is it your opinion that the mini is here to stay?"
"It's staying with me," said Jesse, "I don't have anything else in my wardrobe except ski-pants."
“Oh, do you ski?” said our clinical-minded, intelligent surveyor, and Jesse said she'd love to, and they had a long conversation about mountain slopes and chalet parties and reindeers.
By the time they'd covered every slope in the Alps it was dark outside and time for him to go home and write up his analysis. It covered just one page of his heavy notebook and was all about how ravishing Miss Jesse James looked in midnight-blue ski pants.
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968
Born in Oxford twenty years ago PAT BOOTH is mad about going places. Some of us never get farther than the end of the High Street, from where the rest of the world looks strange and intimidating, and we settle down to becoming all gnarled and parochial and slightly idiotic.
Pat, however, has been all over the world, including the U.S.A. and has a remarkable insight into the way other people live. She's eaten almost every national dish you care to name and has been whistled at by mustachioed Romeos in every capital you've ever thought about.
What would you say if we told you her ambition was to trek across Mongolia on a pony? Watch out for a dish of Mongolian custard?
Span No 161 - February 1968
“Have you dropped her down a mineshaft?’’ A question, that, which is typical of many we’ve had thrown at us in connection with MAGGIE McCULLY. Although we’ve never said so, we now admit that we do indeed make a habit of dropping all Maggies down mineshafts. Girls like to go a long way in this modern world, particularly if they are beautiful, like Maggie McCully, and we’re sure the way from the top to a bottom of a mineshaft is very long indeed.
“No, seriously, you don’t mean all that jazz." Listen, Buster, there’s no jazz about it. Ask Maggie.
"All right. Did you get dropped down a mineshaft, Maggie?"
“But of course.”
“What on earth was it like?”
“Narrow. I was scraped all the way from top to bottom.”
Good old Maggie.
“I didn't think anyone special was meant for me,” said Orace, “me being nothing special myself, I was just going to settle for Mavis.”
"But Mavis can't even cook," said Dilly.
"That's what I mean," said Orace, "I didn't think I was entitled to make stipulations. Me mother said Mavis would do fine, she said I never knew what I was eating, so what did it matter about whether me bride could cook or not?"
"Still," said Dilly, "you're not all that negative. Look how you fell off the bus that time without breaking your leg.
"True," said Orace, "I was only conked senseless. Anyway, then me Uncle Percival sent me a photograph of CAROLE GAYE. She's a pop singer, y'know."
"Smashing," said Dilly.
"Me Uncle Percival said think big, think ambitious. He said forget Mavis, some village idiot is bound to make her happy one day. So, I'm thinking real ambitious. I'm going to court Miss Gaye."
"You'll be lucky," said Dilly, "she's got a six-foot boyfriend."
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968
RUTH CAVENDISH and ANNE SCOTT have nothing against cars except the fact that they're full of things like distributors, plugs, tappets, cylinders and knocks. When they broke down on their way to Edinburgh, that was it no more cars. The girls sat down and waited for a spare gee-gee to happen along.
Not only do Ruth and Anne not believe in leaving a broken-down car to thumb lifts in vehicles even more likely to break down, they are by nature much more addicted to the faithfulness of horses than to the mechanics of motoring.
And horses know, you know. These two do, anyway. Robert and Wallace. Just the hint of a pretty girl stranded by a blown gasket and there they are, the noble nags, to take the weight off their sweet feet. And the fact is, friends, Wallace has an eye for a pretty knee and no error.
"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?"
"I'm not going anywhere," said JACKIE BURDETTE, "I've only just arrived. Are you a policeman?"
“As a matter of fact, no. I'm"
“Then if you're not a policeman, take your foot out of my doorway."
"I'm selling ceiling sweepers”.
"Who wants ceiling sweepers?" said Jackie. "I don't. I'm a shirt designer and you've interrupted me in the middle of the most inspiring design I've ever thought up. What's that little stepladder you're carrying?”
"Ah well, you see, with our ceiling sweepers we offer these mini step ladders at the most fantastically ludicrous price. Practically giveaway, in fact. I say, you're not making tea, I suppose?"
"No. I’m not said Jackie. "What's the connection between ridiculous little stepladders and ceiling sweepers?"
"Well, you need the stepladder to reach the ceiling. We design them specially to give that extra bewitching look to girls using the ceiling sweepers in mini-skirts."
"These boots I'm wearing," said Jackie, "are specially made to assist the precipitate departure of men selling ceiling sweepers”.
"Don't do anything hasty I'll come back tomorrow."
Spick No 179 - October 1968
JANE MCKAY, being essentially a feminine female, is just crazy about frills. Whatever the outfit, she has to include a frill somewhere, and in this case she's succumbed to the furbelows of fancy garters.
And when she feels really gay, Jane surrounds herself with masses of frilly petticoats. The jet-black stockings accentuate the colourful frills, and please don't ask for hair ribbons as well.
Teenager Jane loves all fashion's gimmicks and has the shape to make the best of all of them. 36"-22"-36". Which reminds us, we suppose you realise that in grandma's day shapes weren't mentioned? Aren't you glad this is your day and age?
Ever seen a pin-up as cute as Jane?
Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960
THE lingerie is white nylon. The lovely is MARGARET BOX. Margaret's the London girl with the Spanish look that makes us think of whirling flamencos and lace mantillas. Handsome matadors, please note.
We've never seen Margaret in a lace mantilla performing a whirling flamenco. We're quite happy to see how attractive she looks in lingerie.
Anyone with a preference for a Spanish motif?
Then try Madrid.
Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960
Very good for you if you're in a bit of a mood and feeling depressed on account of getting nowhere with that ravishing piece of homework in the drawing office, are pin-up pics of JOAN RUSSELL.
These are just right to lift your depression and make you feel there are other things to look at apart from a miserable future.
Beautiful Britons - No 137 April 1967
What's in a name? Only the image of ancestors. So don't be deceived into thinking that the name of this elegant young lady from Dover means anything but that.
She's JUDI BATTY.
There may be really batty people around but Judi's not one of them. She holds down her office job very efficiently and looks sheerly and delightfully all there when poised over her typewriter.
The rattle of her keys is like music.
The office junior comes in and out with tea, brown-paper parcels, and long pieces of string, sighing every time he passes Judi. It's a difficult age-at fifteen who wants to know you except fat schoolgirls hard up for a boyfriend to take them ten-pin bowling.
When a riding horse or playing tennis, Judi looks like every office junior's dream of bliss round a fireside. One look at Judi on a tennis court and every office junior starts worrying about getting pimples.
If I was ever introduced to her, thinks young Marmaduke, and I had pimples I'd just die. I think I'll write off for some anti-pimple lotion just in case. haven't got pimples yet and I haven't been introduced to her yet, but you never know.
Yes, mum, I still love you but Judi Batty is my idea of heaven.
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968
Scots’ girl who is right in the swing of it when it comes to being a cute Miss Mod is BRENDA NORTH. Brenda is mad about the Beatles and other groups, is as colourful as a Picasso painting and has long and lovely legs.
Span No 125 - January 1965
There's no doubt about it, said Big Garth to Little Garth, when the sun is flaming hot, you feel more like fun than you do when it's flaming freezing. You're so right, spoke up MELANIE COOPER before Little Garth could get word in, the sun just makes you feel terribly gay.
Little Garth then said there was nothing terrible about it, so Big Garth hit him over his bonce with a large fist, and with hardly another sound Little Garth was driven deep into the soft sand dune.
Oh, that was funny, said Melanie, where did Little Garth go to?
Up spoke the almost muffled voice of Little Garth. I say, it isn't half dark down here.
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968
And for those of you who need a translation, the sad meaning of the above is that Scottish sweetie, EMMA GETGOOD, is no longer with us.
Emma departed for Canadian shores a few months ago, leaving us with the feeling that there's something missing that matters.
And if we feel that way it's a cert that they're not exactly in the mood for the highland fling in Scotland. Well, no Scot who values a glamour girl like Emma as much as he values his oats can be expected to play anything but a lament on his bagpipes.
Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960
For once, ToCo gave some accurate information.
This is the passenger list when she sailed from Greenock to Montreal in 1960.
What happened to her when she got there is anybody’s guess.
Thanks again to David for this research.
Name: Emma Getgood
Gender: Female
Departure Date: 8 Apr 1960
Port of Departure: Greenock, Scotland
Destination Port: Montreal, Canada
Ship Name: Carinthia
Shipping Line: Cunard Steam Ship Company, Limited
Born 18/9/37
Profession down as salesgirl
Lived at 30 Harreshaw Drive, Kilmarnock before emigrating
