Dianne Lloyd

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Country Style

If you live in the country, as DIANNE LLOYD does, you have to have a country style. Which means that you have your own way of climbing gates and fences.

Town birds wait for someone to come along and open a locked gate, or they give up and go home. Dianne scales a gate with verve and lovely legs, and for the information of those who didn't pay attention in school, verve means a spot of dashing elan.

Dianne, a secretary, lives near the New Forest. That's where Rufus, son of William the Conqueror was accidentally killed while hunting, and a stone marks the spot. Dianne herself nearly got bagged by a deerstalker once. She interrupted his apologies by asking him how on earth he could mistake her for a deer.

"As a matter of fact," he said, "you look an absolute darling. Could we have tea together?"

Those deerstalkers need watching all the time.

Nicola Taylor

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Latest On The Loveliest

Men walk around in dizzy circles when they see NICOLA TAYLOR in her yellow bikini on Bournemouth beach. This isn't just because there is so much more of glamorous Nicola than there is of the bikini, it's also because Nicola is simply and undeniably magnetic.

Her fans consider that as a pin-up she is indubitably the loveliest.

So, here are the latest pics of the loveliest.

Nicola on the phone is a knockout. Which means, of course, that the feller on the other end of the line is next door to unconscious and would be completely kaput if he could see her as well as hear her.

Nicola likes surfing, sports cars and keeping the furniture highly polished. She has a flair for making everything around the house look as if it's just left the showroom.

Mary Collins

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Your Kind Of Daily

There's a lot to be said for one of those splendidly reliable dailies who pops into char around the flat for you and make it nice for you to come home to.

This kind of daily - motherly, warmhearted and a miraculous disposer of fag-ends, beer cans and old socks - is an asset no bachelor of any standing should be without.

Generally speaking, however, the kind of daily you all secretly yearn for outside the utilitarian world of domestic help, is someone like MARY COLLINS.

That's Mary in the centre of the trio. She's just been declared the winner of the competition run by the Daily Girl Club in West Berlin. The Daily Dollies of this club equate with Bunnies.

The competition was to find the most attractive Miss Bosom. And Mary, an eighteen-year-old London lovely, was declared that much in front of all other contestants. How nice to come home to.

Vicky Durrant

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V For Vicky

A bunch of eggheads gathered for an intellectual protest march in the center of London. It was something to do with demanding free French literature. Well, everyone else seemed to be wanting something for nothing, and the eggheads weren't too intellectual to miss the bandwagon.

Then VICKY DURRANT walked by in her boots and her mini.

The eggheads dumped their banners into the arms of the bystanders and found a new cause. Vicky for Prime Minister. They had new banners made, emblazoned with 'V for Vicky'.

Vicky emigrated to the Isle of Wight for a fortnight. She didn't want to be Prime Minister. Who does?

Well, there's You Know Who.

Anne Baker

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Receptionist at Work

ANNE BAKER is a receptionist and here she is at work in her garden. Well, she was at work but she’s taking a rest at the moment. You can’t keep at it all the time without getting backache.

Barbara Boon

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A Real Boon

Nobby, the favourite nag of novices at the riding school, gave a whinny of relief when BARBARA BOON took him out for a long canter around Cheshire. After all the learners with their awkward seats and fancy jodhpurs, Barbara comes as a real boon to Nobby.

She's an excellent rider with an excellent seat that's equestrian parlance, you understand and no one knows how a horse appreciates an excellent seat better than the horse.

Engaged in office work from Mondays to Fridays, Barbara spends as much time at the riding school as possible when the weekends come around. That's what gives her that honeyed, healthy look.

Kim Scott

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Off Duty

Air stewardess KIM SCOTT isn't always flying over the Atlantic or the Continent on her way to places undreamed of by so many of us.

She's often off duty.

Off duty Kim looks just like this, lovely and dishy and relaxed. Naturally, the phone is always ringing. Boyfriends don't mind her relaxing as long as it doesn't interfere with taking her out to an Italian restaurant or a West-end disco.

Kim mostly prefers a restaurant where she can sit down. She's so much on her feet up in the air that an evening at a disco is rather like a busman's holiday.

Caroline Ford

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There's Always a Good Day

Some days it's all go for CAROLINE FORD. She's a busy secretary for an energetic boss. She often has to work like a beaver on Saturdays as well.

But there's always a good day. Sunday. Then Caroline can relax. Her idea of how to unwind is to play tennis all day or go sailing. We'd get all beat up at tennis or soaked stupid at yachting, but not Caroline.

She is rejuvenated, she says.

That sounds like something that would put us in hospital.

Nina Swallow

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Crossing the Line

There wasn't much danger of being hit by an express as NINA SWALLOW crossed the line down in the woods. It was only an old track once used to trundle wagons to and from the old quarry and Nina was just kicking around in her new boots.

Nina lives in Ealing, West London, and one of her outdoor recreations is walking. She likes old byways and country lanes and has a glamorous job as a house model to a firm of coat manufacturers.

All the products, look gorgeous on Nina, whose vitalistics are 37-24-36, and she keeps her shape in good, unvarying trim by her long walks.

Updates to some personal details on Nina’s home page.

Sylvia Grant

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It May Be Old Fashioned But

Sylvia is twenty-one, shapes up very delightfully at 36-23-36 likes the better television programmes, a good book, holidays in Spain and thinks it's nice for women that there are men around.

There can't be many men who don't think it's even nicer to have Sylvia around, as what's more exhilarating on a cold day than helping Sylvia to make hot toast by her fireside? Lashings of butter and the sound of happy munching.

Not that Sylvia doesn’t like the modern age, she can enjoy the turbulent vibrations of a discotheque as much as anybody. But she still thinks a home is a nice place to come back to.

The fact is, some people think it’s square to be home loving. Domesticity went out of fashion when the discotheques came in, but SYLVIA GRANT still likes all the comforts of her home.

There's nothing like relaxing in front of the fire to Sylvia or the simple joys of making a fluffy omelette.


Odette Nutter

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Order Of The Yorkshire Boot

Looking every inch, a potential centre-forward for Leeds is ODETTE NUTTER, who lives near Kippax in Yorkshire.

But it could be she's just given the order of the boot to some geezer she caught bending. Poor old devil.

Odette is a golden blonde with lovely legs and a nice line in suede boots, and if Yorkshire blokes keep their eyes open often enough, they might spot her one day.

Well, Odette doesn't keep herself shut away, you know.

Olivia Newton-John and Pat Carrol

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High Up

We don’t just mean high up in the air as OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN takes a flying leap over PAT CARROL. We mean that these Australian girls are getting rated higher and higher as a singing duo.

Both girls were popular down under in Australia, but until they came to England they’d never met.

Pat was a recording star and Olivia, who was born in England, appeared regularly on an Australian T.V. teenage series, as well as making pop records and being seen in other T.V. features.

Independently they won trips to Britain as outstanding vocalists and it was here that they met. Their agent suggested they should team up. They did and were immediately booked for a Dick Emery T.V. show.

They’ve toured with Matt Monroe, with the Shadows and other stars. These pictures were shot near their London home and you don’t have to look twice to see how full of the joys they are. A greengrocer passing by on his way to his barrow was so smitten he offered to sell them all his bananas.

“All?” said Pat.

“All?” said Olivia.

“The lot,” said the fragile greengrocer.

“Are they in short supply, then?” asked Pat.

“No,” said the greengrocer, “but it was the only opening conversation I could think of. Me name’s Godfrey What’s yours?”

Jackie Taylor

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And Another One

Just to keep you all agog in respect of the charm of the dolly housewives of this country, here's another one. So, don't go away.

JACKIE TAYLOR has been married three years and everything is fine, thank you. She lives in North London, works as a secretary and occasionally does part-time modelling.

She took a modelling course a few years ago, forgot all about it for a while - getting married was gorgeously time consuming and then returned to it on occasions when she had the time. That way it's fun rather than hard work.

Susan Fairfax

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Just a Single Girl

Not having yet met a boy who actually makes her swoon, SUSAN FAIRFAX is still a bachelor girl.

She doesn't want to get married until she's much older, anyway. Say nineteen or twenty. She's eighteen now.

Susan is a Midlands dolly and it's her opinion that pundits can say what they like about fashion, but nowadays a girl pleases herself. She alternates between a midi and a mini, simply depending on how she feels. Her boy friends like her in a mini.

"They like me, anyway," she says.

So, they like her best in a mini, then.

"So, I often wear a midi just to make them grind their teeth," she says.

After all, as Susan also says, sometimes a girl in a mini feels that a boyfriend doesn't even notice the colour of her eyes.

There's something subtle and psychological about that.

Sandra Saffron

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Victorian Bliss

The mod cons of Victorian days weren't the most imaginative form of plumbing. They were practical without being decorative. Six out of every ten cons were out at the back or even at the bottom of the garden, while bathrooms were considered a bit cissy.

Hip baths were the thing. You put one on the kitchen floor, filled it with hot water and sank as much of yourself into it as you could. It might sound a bit primitive now but to any Victorians who liked a bath it was bliss.

London dolly SANDRA SAFFRON found a genuine old hip bath in a market and bought it. Having got it home with the friendly help of a chap who was more interested in shapes than curios, Sandra thought she'd sample a bit of the old Victorian bliss herself. In the garden.

A great time was had by Sandra and everyone who could see over the garden walls.