Rita Johns

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Gone to Ski

The travelling baker, young and extremely personable, knocked at the apartment door in Knightsbridge.

It was opened by Ernestine, a languidly tormenting blonde.

"Who are you?" she said.

"I'm Faversham," he said, "I've got a bakery in Chelsea and I brought Rita a couple of crusty cobs. It's my day for doing my rounds."

"Thrilling." said the blonde, "but you picked the wrong day. Rita's gone to ski."

Faversham was quite upset. He liked baking crusty bread for RITA JOHNS and bringing it to her in person. No wonder. This is Rita and you can see how lovely she is to bring bread or biscuits to. She's secretary to a tycoon and is mad about ski-ing. That's why she was in Zermatt when the baker called.

She's nineteen, measures 36-24-36 and came to London from Newcastle.

Meanwhile, Faversham was pressing his crusty cob loaves on the languidly tormenting blonde, and she wasn't half playing hard to press.

Anne Scott

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That's A Good Girl

Some girls would either sit around polishing their nails or even disappear behind the door when the family car required cleaning.

Other girls are good girls and don't mind helping at all. as long as dad doesn't ask them just as they're getting dressed for a garden party. ANNE SCOTT is happy to keep the car looking pristine, then she can always put in a request to borrow it without shuffling her feet around.

Polishing can be warm work, and if that means discarding an item or two it all goes to show what a lovely girl she is as well as a good one.

Helen Atherton

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Soccer Special

You bet.

Very special to soccer is HELEN ATHERTON of Sheffield. Yorkshire. No pent-up match is complete unless she's leaping about in her stand seat, giving off cries of rapturous delight as the ball thuds into the back of the net.

"Hold it," said the feller next to her, "that makes us two down, so what's there to get frenzied about, doll?"

"Their shorts are so dishy," said Helen.

"Whose are?"

"The ones in the striped shorts."

"That's the raving enemy," he said, incensed. "They can capture me anytime," said Helen.

Well, Saturdays in the grandstand make a nice change from other days in her office typing pool.

Stephanie Peters

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Milling Around

In the stockroom of a Manchester cotton mill the girl in charge was STEPHANIE PETERS, and blokes kept coming in to ask her to check what was in the upper bays so that they could see what she looked like in her mini on a ladder.

Such blokes were always milling around in the stockroom and Stevie, as they call her, always seemed to be up the ladder.

So, she thought she'd leave her job and get one in London. Going up and down that ladder was killing her. In London she met some photographers and became a model. Now they're all milling around her in the big city.

Who are?

A bevy of blokes with a long ladder.

Andrea Kay

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What a Doll

Two fellers were waiting for the bus when ANDREA KAY walked by.

"What a doll," said one.

"I can't look round. I've got a stiff neck," said the other.

"You don't know what you're missing," said the first.

So, the second feller made a big effort and turned his head. His stiff neck clicked.

"Caramba, what a cure for seized-up neck muscles," he said hoarsely.

Andrea was tripping along, looking like the shapely epitome of corking dolly birds, and the second feller's eyeballs seized up, and when the bus came along he couldn't see for looking and fell all the way up the stairs.

Anne Scott

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Yesterday’s Look

It seems from what the fashion pundits say that the era of exquisite feminine lingerie has gone with all the other dated items of yesterday. It's just going to be stretch tights forever from now on, so they say. Even bras are going out. The fashion pundits are always far more interested in selling themselves than in making us happy.

We're not like that. We want to make you happy this month by bringing to your dreamy eyes the look that graced the fashions of yesterday, and ANNE SCOTT in the lingerie that used to make all the advertisements on the underground look so alluring is quite irresistible, don't you think?

If you prefer stretch tights and a body stocking, you're so modern that there's nothing we can do for you.

Anne is a deliciously photogenic Scot from Glasgow.

She looks happy.

Are you happy too now?

Angela Perkins

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Calling Miss Perkins

There was a call for ANGELA PERKINS of Glasgow, and it was all the way from America.

It was Butch, an American sea scout she'd met on a rigger. They were sailing down the west coast to Plymouth. Butch was so overcome by Angela's charm that he fell overboard. Everyone wondered what happened to the poor guy.

He rang Angela to tell her he just kept on swimming and when he finally touched bottom it was at Baltimore.

"That's wonderful," said Angela, "and where are you now?"

"On the waterfront," he said, "and I'm starting on my way back right this minute."

Angela heard a splash. She put the phone down. She went shopping. She didn't think he'd arrive too soon.

Samantha Davis

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Keeping Up With Samantha

If you're ambitious in an energetic kind of way you'd probably find that keeping up with SAMANTHA DAVIS wouldn't actually break your leg, even if it did other things.

Samantha is just crazy about music to start with, so you'd need to know as much as she does about every composer from Beethoven to the Stones. That would set your mental energies back as much as you'd want, and you'd only have just begun.

Next, you'd have to be able to play a swinging, biffing game of tennis and a zooming, bounding game of netball or basketball, if you must. Add to that Samantha's interest in photography, and if you weren't able to snap a wall-tailed kirtlewarbler on your first day out on the top of a sharp mountain, you'd possibly be dropped or at least left behind.

Well, that's enough of that. Samantha is a hotel receptionist and we'll just keep up with her in the hotel lobby. We know our limitations.

If you must have Samantha's statistics, they're 35-23-36, and she likes flowers instead of chocs when she's taken to the theatre.

Amanda Dell

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Racing Certainty

The fact is, when London girl AMANDA DELL goes to the races it's a certainty the bookies will give her the best odds they can devise without actually having to sell their yachts if she backs the winners.

Amanda has got a way with bookies. She's also got a way with horses. Horsey types call her the neatest seat in Surrey. She's a shorthand-typist in the City from nine till five when she's not chasing certs at the races or galloping her gee-gee around the Downs.