Jutta Srippipatana & Ingrid Stengert
/Come and Join Me
The dark girl is JUTTA SRIPPIPATANA and the blonde who came to join her is INGRID STENGERT, and they’re both models in West Berlin.
Susan Douglas
/How Do They Really Look?
Girl who wants to know how the modern equivalent of Amelia Bloomer’s reach-me-downs look on her is our inimitable SUSAN DOUGLAS.
We don’t want to publicise our own bias in the matter.
We leave it to you.
You say.
Helene Gibbs
/Getting Away
No, it wasn't that HELENE GIBBS was taken with a desire to get away from the pressures of London life. She's doing very well as a model, thank you, and is enjoying herself.
It just happened that when she was modelling stockings and suspenders in an outdoor location, some entranced cowboy from Texas became riveted.
"Well, I ain't seen a better looking filly since Thanksgiving," he said to the cameraman, "I reckon I'd trade a ranch for her to come home and cook for me."
"Do me a favour, eh ?" said the cameraman. "Shove off, eh?"
Texas swiped him with his stetson. He was that keen not to have any interruptions. Seeing how keen he was Helene got lost in the undergrowth, getting away from the prospects of slaving over a hot stove in Texas.
"I don't even like cooking," she said to a gooseberry bush.
Roz Barnwell
/There's Always Time For a Chat
Like any housewife, ROZ BARNWELL can always find time for a chat on the phone. It's nice to have friends who ring you up.
Roz is a pretty busy housewife, and a young mother too. Not only does she look after home, hubby and infant, she also holds down a secretarial job. And about once a week she does a modelling assignment. That just about makes her so versatile that she's almost a lovely miracle.
Other wives might buckle at the knees and start growing wrinkles and grey hairs, but Roz remains not just young but a delight to have around. She still likes the glamour of wearing stockings and suspenders, and if it weren't for the fact that the milkman has all his empties to look after he'd like to deliver four times a day to Roz's house. It's just joy to the eyes when she opens the door to take in her daily pint.
Sacha Michaelides
/From Cyprus
Ah, Cyprus. Island of rich wine and hot sun, sparkling jewel of Ancient Greece set in the wine-dark sea of Homer.
Of course, it's changed a bit since all those heroic Greeks chased the maidens from coast to coast.
The maidens are still enchanting but they get chased by tourists now.
Lovely SACHA MICHAELIDES used to work as a receptionist in a Cyprus hotel. There she took a great liking to tourists from Britain, especially the young and crazy buckeroos, and in the end decided to come to London. Now she's working in the offices of Cyprus sherry importers and has made the place intoxicating for the male staff.
It's no wonder those Ancient Greek heroes were always leaving Athens and rowing to Cyprus.
Lynn Palmer
/Call For Miss Palmer
It was nice and quiet until the phone rang in the conservatory. It was a call for LYNN PALMER. There was a loud voice at the other end wanting to know what had happened to the fish, had it been shot to death and when Lynn, a window-dresser, had no idea what the idiot was on about and said so.
'Look here' said the idiot. "you're not trying to tell me you're dead ignorant about fish are you? You're Mavis Palmer, known as Underwater Lulu aren't you? You catch fish and sell them, don't you? Well, come round to my place and look at this skate you sold me. It's gone green."
"You've got the wrong person. I'm Lynn Palmer and I've never caught a fish in my life."
"Oh. really?" said the nut. "Well, stay there. I'll be right round and we'll go angling together
Jane Miller
/Game for a Game
In a sort of slinky gym vest and black tights JANE MILLER went out for a gambol with her jump-ball.
Very sporty bird is Jane. Loves games and all that. Along came a walking-stick case, an old gent with gout. He took one look at Jane, a secretary in Kingston, Surrey, threw away his walking-stick and galloped gamely towards her.
Inevitably he fell flat on his face.
Jane picked him up, gave him back his stick and helped him into a wheelbarrow. As the gamekeeper wheeled him away she said farewell with a smile and a wave. It cheered him up no end.
Kirsten Veta
/Shy Swede
Nobody ever thought there was such a phenomenon as a shy Swede, but we found one in London last summer. KIRSTEN VETA.
She was over from Stockholm and was staying in Hampstead, where our photographer buttonholed her in his endearing way and persuaded her to leave some charming mementoes of herself before she went back home. Mementoes in the form of photographs.
Kirsten giggled, turned pink, turned around, turned pinker and so on. And there you are.
Ann Williams
/On a Highland Fling
Young and golden secretary ANN WILLIAMS was on a Highland fling, staying in a cottage with a view of a wide, green glen.
She was getting lots of fresh air and making friends with Highland steers. There was one called Angus. Solid as a house he was and as gentle as a baby calf as long as you didn't ride a motorbike all over his pasture. Ann wanted to take him home with her.
So she rang her mother. Her mother said well, you'll have to keep him in the garden, they couldn't possibly have him indoors. So she went out and measured the garden and Ann went out and measured Angus.
Then they returned to the phone and compared measurements and found that Angus was twice as big as the garden.
So Ann brought home a mini-kilt instead.
Mona Forster
/The New Mona
The Mona you all know about is Mona Lisa. She's hanging in the Paris Louvre. There's a new one around now.
She's London girl MONA FORSTER.
Eighteen years old and an office girl who likes part-time modelling, Mona makes a lovely portrait and if Miss Lisa looks more cryptic. Miss Forster looks far more gorgeous.
Fred stood for an hour gazing at the cryptic smile of Mona Lisa.
After looking at our new Mona for only five minutes he sat down heavily.
"It's me knees," he said, "they've gone all weak. Where can I meet her?"
You'll be lucky, Fred.
Mona has the dishiest boyfriend who knows just how to keep her away from weak-kneed characters like Fred.
Gundy Korber
/Car Proud
Some girls are house-proud and some girls just leave home and go off to places like Nepal, carrying a tent with them and having nothing to do with carpet sweepers and furniture polish.
West German girl GUNDY KORBER is car proud and you can keep your tents and your hobnailed walking boots. You can see Gundy outside her apartment most weekends, and she'll be cleaning and polishing her car for sure. Don’t just stand around and admire her legs, get yourself a polisher and join her in her labour of love. She'll think the world of you.
Gail Pinder
/Raking in The Lolly
If there's a girl you'd most like to be lost in a casino with it must be GAIL PINDER, for Gail is a croupier at a Manchester night club.
Never did any croupier look so charming or rake in the lolly so sweetly. It's a pleasure to lose. Well, even if not a pleasure it doesn’t hurt so much, not if you lose yourself in her green eyes as she scoops it in.
Judy Coe
/Tennis or What?
Secretary, JUDY COE was mad about tennis when she was an energetic and growing schoolgirl. Here she is looking like she used to look when she was a prefect in the Sixth and Milly Cutbosh was the school sneak. We won't tell you about what happened, except to say all the nice girls got together and threw Milly off Ben Nevis.
When Judy left school, she was still quite gone on tennis, so she joined a nearby club. An utterly dynamic bloke was the club captain. He liked Judy just as much for her form as her skill. He started to ring her up when the week-ends were coming around.
"Well, what'll we do, tennis or what?" he'd say.
Judy always knew the right answer; her mother had told her.
"Well, tennis, of course," she'd say.
Sandra Morrell
/The Psychiatrist
Harry thought anybody who couldn't sort out his own problems but had to take them to a psychiatrist needed to have his head examined. His friend Oliver said that was the same thing, to which Harry replied it was all a lot of half-baked propaganda put about by blokes who had to make a living at it.
And then he met SANDRA MORRELL at a garden party, where there were lots of homemade cakes on view and a lot of home-made wine-tasting going on. Harry had tested them all by the time he bumped into Sandra, who was there in her official capacity as the garden party beauty queen or something equally exotic and ravishing.
Harry almost fell down. What a doll, he thought. He took her hand and pressed unsolicited kisses on it. Then he looked into her eyes and murmured, "Come and try my cherry tart, I made it myself." "Pardon me," said Sandra," but I never eat cherry tart with men who've had too much elderberry wine."
Harry was distraught. He went to see a psychiatrist next day to try and find out why elderberry wine made him so unattractive to women.
And after six visits, all at ten guineas a time, the psychiatrist told him it was because too much elderberry wine made him lurch sideways.
Bridget Kildare
/Dream of Home
He was on his way to Ireland and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He knew the rumours about all those punch-ups weren't rumours at all, and that if they found out his name was Smith and he came from Birmingham they’d knock his flaming head off.
On the way, there he passed someone going the other way. She was simply delicious and he only had time to wave as their boats passed. When she waved back he was enraptured. "Stop the boat,” he said to the captain, "I want to get off." "Silly boy," murmured the captain, patting his head and going on his way.
However, when he got to Ireland he had something to take his mind off the fireworks. It was his dream of home, all in the shape of BRIDGET KILDARE Bridget is a model who is constantly travelling to and fro in her professional engagements, and more than a few men who have seen her passing by consider her a dream of home.