Speaking about the Mediterranean, here's an enchanting blonde who got beautifully bronzed on the Italian Riviera. Her name is JAN NEWMAN. She's back at her office desk now and looking as if she's only just stepped off a hot beach.
There's not much you can do on a lovely summer day except go to the races, take a punt and a picnic up the river, fly off to Italy, chase nursemaids through the park, pick flowers for a lovely lady or just settle for a siesta in the sun.
Or give a helping hand to MARIA ASSIN as she alights from her car and then offer to show her what you're currently growing in your greenhouse.
Spick No 168 - November 1968
"Cor Blimey!" said Fred, who sweeps the floors. "Gosh! Wow!" cried William, the tea boy. "Good Lord!" muttered the inspector of taxes as he passed through the office. "You'll have to offer more than that if you want her phone number," our photographer sneered at a crowd outside waving £10 notes. Who, you ask, could inspire such a lot of exclamations? The answer is amazing, stunning, heart-melting, overwhelming. The answer is Jeannette Fry
At not much more than five feet high, she may be small in that respect. (We only just stopped ourselves from saying, small Fry ...) In other respects, you'll find she's not small at all. Which respects in particular? We suggest you use your imagination or try looking at our sensational pictures of Jeannette. That way, you really don't need too much imagination.
Jeannette says she's a genuine sort of person. She's not the kind who's always covering up, for a start. Come clean, is her motto. So that the world can see "the real me", as she puts it. That's the sort of motto we can understand. It's certainly better than the sort you get out of Christmas crackers.
Imagine Jeannette dropping out of a Christmas cracker, into your lap. Now, there's an idea. Although, it does have its disadvantages. For a start, it might happen that she'd drop into not your lap, but the lap of the person who you were pulling the cracker with. That would be unbearable. And, of course, you'd have to wait for Christmas, in any case.
We think Christmas is a bit too far away. So, we're showing you adorable Jeannette right here and now, no waiting. To judge from the comments of people in the office, seeing Jeannette is the sort of experience that anyone can appreciate-all the year round.
Mustang No 9 - 1969
It isn’t JANETTE GOODMAN who'd really have to string along—any guy with sense and discrimination would gladly tag. Who wouldn’t want to buy a girl like this a ticket for a dance!
Janette is one of our own favourite Scottish lassies and that Highland accent sounds in our ears like the tinkle of wee bells in the heather. If that gives you the impression we're a wee bitty softie, well so we are when we’re lyrical. We'll string along with Janette on the wings of a descriptive lullaby if we must.
Girl getting down to her university studies with dedicated intensity is SALLY DIXON.
With a natural built-in talent for learning, Sally is a student certain to get her degree. Her academic form is the joy of all the professors, especially when Sally is sitting in the front row during their lectures. There's nothing any conscientious professor likes better than a dedicated student who makes the lecture hall look as if it’s filled with light and beauty.
To help pay for her studies Sally does some part-time modelling, and it's no secret to say that London photographers regard her in their viewfinders with just as much aesthetic pleasure as the professors view her in the front row of the lecture hall.
Some students are very learned types.
Sally is very learned and very dishy.
Blue-stockings are out.
Short and sweet is the diminutive which her friends use for JOSEPHINE PETERS, long-legged London model. "Hi, Jo," is what you hear in the discotheques and Jo flashes her big-eyed smile and then, if she doesn't know who's addressing her, she steps on his foot and passes by.
But you can't blame any bloke for wanting to get to know her.
Span No 176 - April 1969
You'll have a long way to go to join HEATHER CHAFFEY in her garden. Heather lives in New South Wales, which is about 12,000 miles from London, but if you're an undivertible fanatic about gardens no amount of mileage could put you off, could it?
Heather, an Australian housewife, doesn't only have a colourful garden she also has a lovely kitchen equipped to ensure her Australian steaks emerge lushly sizzling.
You'd like an Australian steak, wouldn't you? You'll need one after going 12,000 miles. Then you could walk round Heather's garden and listen to the evening kookaburras.
And just as everything was getting harmonious Heather's husband would arrive home and conk you silly for treading on his Australian mimosa. Serve you right.
Spick No 189 - August 1968
That's the girl's name. How can we believe that? It's just too far out to be real. And looking at the girl who has the name, we think that she looks too good to be real, herself.
But let's stretch your imagination even further and tell you that not only is Dolly Early a real name and a real flesh-and-blood girl, but the maid's outfit is for real as well. Because Dolly works as a maid in the mansion of a famous pop star. This is a pretty easy job, really, because the pop star, like most pop stars, is very modest and doesn't own anything he really doesn't need. He only has five great Danes, twenty acres of landscaped gardens, three kitchens, ten bathrooms, twenty-five bedrooms nothing that isn't strictly necessary.
Dolly has to look after it all. But she enjoys it. She's a British girl (we almost said, maid in England) who drifted through a lot of jobs before she settled where she is now. At first, she wondered if she was really cut out for a maid's job. But they all assured her she was maid to measure.
So, there she is, waiting on the young pop musicians’ hand and foot. With a gorgeous girl like Dolly to carry out their every desire (well, almost every desire), we'd say they were doing pretty well. Or, perhaps, could we say that they've got it maid?
Mustang No 6 - 1968
There are several ways of waiting for a bus. All droopily with a loaded shopping bag, or shoving and pushing in a queue or, like HELEN ZACHARY, buoyantly and irresistibly.
The roaring No. 1A pulled up with a vibrating jerk that sent the clippie cannoning into the back window.
"Cor," said the driver.
"Oh, me ticket-punching equipment," gasped the clippie.
"Thanks for stopping," said Helen.
“I don't know how I'm going to start again," said the driver, "I'm all concertinaed.
When it comes to stopping the traffic, Helen, like all these vibrant London dollies, has it all wrapped up.
For a perfect combination, a vase of flowers and a pretty girl MARY GRAHAM takes some walloping.
Mary is a long-legged Scot, black of hair and brown of eye.
And that’s another combination—all adding up to as pretty a picture as you'll find outside of any art gallery.
Somewhere around Ealing in West London, there's a lot of charm walking about, and you can include NINA SWALLOW in that category. Walking around the shops and stores Nina adds up to a curvy eyecatcher and is in fact resident model for a firm of coat manufacturers. Her current ambition, naturally, is to become a top free-lance fashion model and if the charm of good looks counts at all, Nina can't miss.
Span No 176 - April 1969
All Scots girls are bonny, of course, and this makes them naturally curvy. Included among curvy Scots you mustn't miss when you're photographing natural beauties up in the Highlands is Secretary JOYCE FLAWS, nineteen years old with vitalistics of 37-24-37.
Beautiful Britons No 166 - September 1969
The fact is, if your name is NICOLA SIEFF and you look spectacularly curvy you can't lose. In other words, you've no chance of being a wallflower, and if your aim in life is to be proposed to you've no problem. Since Nicola hit London town last year a score of the nicest chaps have wanted to marry her, but Nicola says it's not for her until she's 25.
Span No 134 - October 1965
