Studying very hard for a massive amount of O levels, NINA JAMES finds college days exhilarating but earnest.
Getting off the campus to the quiet of the countryside helps her to concentrate on the earnest side of study, and the only complaint comes from the college fellers worrying about where she’s got to.
Nina hopes to be a teacher eventually.
She'll make a highly photogenic one, and all the boys are going to give her toffees at Easter.
The simplicity and brevity of feminine fashion today is absolutely remarkable. There's hardly anything to any of it.
And yet it seems only yesterday when those flared, full-skirted dresses and frilly petticoats were so much the rage that nobody ever thought girls would wear anything else at all.
They couldn't have, not without looking overloaded.
No, anything different, we mean.
To give you a look at the trendy frills of yesterday. We had JANE PAUL hire an outfit and wear it with a maxi-coat. How about that, then?
Quite a number of you won't have seen anything like it. Some of you might not even believe it. But it's true. It was only yesterday—or so it seems—when all the girls went about looking like this. They were all frills and stocking-tops.
You prefer the simplicity and brevity of today?
Good on yer, then, and the best of luck.
Spick and Span Extra No 35 - Summer 1970
Not so long-ago JENNIFER JAY was a lovely bank clerk.
Now she's a lovely housewife. And what a lovely cook too. On baking days, the whole place is sort of warmly aromatic. but if you call to sell anything don't go into the kitchen or you'll get conked. Jennifer likes to keep her kitchen to herself and people who put their noses into the hot oven on baking days aren't welcome.
She's quite a dish herself with her measurements of 36-25-37.
In Southampton, Hants, lives ANITA DALE.
She likes working in stylish coffee bars where the environment is atmospheric of the vitality of the young.
It keeps her bubbling.
She went house hunting the other day.
It's the kind of pursuit girls and boys find themselves engaged in when they're going to be married. You need a roof over your head to start with, as it's all going to work against you if you wake up after the honeymoon and find you're out in the rain.
Anita hunting for a suitable house made such an elevating picture that we followed her round with a camera. Hope you like the results.
Spick and Span Extra No 35 - Summer 1970
Looking forward to an early spring trip to the sunshine of the Canaries is ELEANOR NOYES.
Looking forward to seeing her arrive are the masculine bravos, and it won't be their fault if Eleanor doesn't enjoy herself. The trouble is, said Eleanor, they're so enthusiastic about blondes and what can you do with twelve escorts every time you venture out?
Try pushing them off the edge of the swimming pool, love.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
Old Arcadia was a kind of rustic paradise full of nymphs and shepherds and curly white sheep. There was laughter and song and the chuckle of the winding stream.
Modern Arcadia is any rural retreat where you can see lovely dollies like SANDRA MARSH. There don't have to be any curly white sheep or winding streams. Just Sandra.
Sandra is a Bristol girl, she's dreamy, she’s Arcadian.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
"What's that?" said Nigel.
"Let's get away from it all," said lovely LYNN PALMER.
"Where to?" said Nigel, who had Blackpool in mind.
"I rather fancy an island in the Pacific," said Lynn, "and I could wear a grass skirt and flowers."
Well, Nigel knew a grass skirt and flowers would be out of place in Blackpool, but a Pacific island seemed such a long way.
"How about the Isle of Wight ?" he said.
Lynn pushed him into a pothole. A pothole is the only place for a feller who doesn't want to get away from it all.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
Pin-up favourite RUTH CAVENDISH prefers a wooden horse.
She tried to ride a live one not long ago, down on a cattle farm. It was dead frisky. Ruth got all jerked about and finally fell off backwards.
Clonk.
She wouldn't have been as upset as she was if it hadn't given a horse laugh. She hasn't spoken to it since. She has settled for a quiet ride on Pinto, which is a rocking-horse she grew up with.
Pinto has nice manners.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
What a fine thing for the old country it would be if we found a heavy-weight champ or even someone who could throw the hammer from here to the French wine country. It might make a mess of the wine bottles but think of the glory.
We know a girl who's looking for her own kind of champ.
DONNA MATHIS of the Midlands breeds doggies.
She also breeds Alsatians, which are a lot bigger than doggies. Her ambition is to exhibit a champion Alsatian.
We know an Alsatian. It's not a champ but what lovely teeth. Real, live choppers they are.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
Advertising assistant PAM ROGERS considers she'd get too single-minded if she thought about nothing else except advertising.
A girl needs an interest to keep her from thinking only about her job.
Pam has lots of interests. Boy friends to make her feel wanted, and dancing to make her feel activated.
Then there's stage work to make her feel talented and beauty contests to make her feel lovely.
Well, with all those interests and a beautiful figure of 37-24-36, there's a lovely Pam she is.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
Daughter of a British naval officer, OLGA RENOWN is nineteen and has a flat in London.
She used to follow the fleet in the company of her mother, but there comes a time when a girl has to be independent. So Olga settled in London, got herself a job as a secretary and goes to work carrying a colourful umbrella. She finds it useful for hailing taxis.
Olga calls herself old-fashioned.
Old fashioned ?
Well, yes, she says. She likes bouffant petticoats, with yards of lace showing beneath swirly, flaring skirts. Says it's old-fashioned but ever so eye-catching to men.
Darling, you're dead right.
Wales is full of coal. It's lovely stuff and goes up in bright flame in a decent fireplace.
Out of a Welsh mining village there came not just Welsh nuts, however, but a beautiful Welsh dolly, SAMANTHA JONES. Jones the Eyeful the Welsh boys called her as they chased her home from school. One day Willy Bach caught her and then wished he hadn't because Samantha landed him a conker with her satchel and from then on he was known as Willy the Black Eye.
Samantha now resides in London and lives in an Earls Court bedsitter. She's a receptionist and her pet love at the moment is her snake, which shares her quarters. But Samantha is getting a little worried at the way Sneaky her snake is growing bigger every day, and she's thinking of changing him for a young cheetah.
Anyone got one?
Anyone who'd like to exchange it for a growing snake.
It was in Oslo, Norway, that INGA SVENSON was born.
She grew up to be one of those extremely shapely Scandinavian goddesses and all the Norwegian men who knew her, had high hopes of becoming her life partner, could hardly believe their rotten luck when she went off to England as an au pair girl.
Inga came to look at the country and to learn the language.
Well, when she'd had a good look and spoke the language excellently she decided to stay.
That was even worse luck for her Norwegian friends, but we're not grumbling. Inga is living in Hampshire at the moment and these are the very first pin-up photographs she’s posed for.
What a goddess.
The bird fluttered coyly about, tweeting and cooing, and the bee buzzed around waiting for the taste of honey. The bird got fed up with all the zooming and humming and delivered a short uppercut.
"Oh," thought the bemused bee as it plopped into the pond, "I often wondered what the crunch was—now I know."
That, of course, is the allegorical story of the modern birds and bees. You buzz around more than you should and clonk, you're on the floor and she's dragging you through the hall and out of the door and you're picked up with the rest of the garbage later.
An absolutely scintillating example of an irresistible British bird is VICKY ASHLEY, currently making a shining name for herself in the sumptuous studios of London photographers. With her vitalistics adding up to 37-23-36 she can't miss. She could have missed if she'd stayed with her job as a manicurist and beautician, but a bee in the shape of a photographer popped in for a trim one day and went away all fragile. However, Vicky took him up on his offer of a sitting and his fragility went away. He had discovered unimperishable beauty, a knockout bird of vivid brilliance.
But his fragility came back when Vicky told him that soon she would be winging her way to Australia.
"Don't go," he said, "think of all those sharks."
"I'll eat them for breakfast," said Vicky.
In days of old When nights were cold wall-to-wall carpeting was something you only found in Persian harems. Nothing was too good for those voluptuous Persian concubines.
It was far more humdrum elsewhere. On Victorian Friday nights the bath would be brought into the kitchen and filled with hot water. In you'd get with a great big square of soap and a scrubbing brush.
While allowing for certain differences brought about by progress, we must say that if any Victorian Friday night ever looked like JANET DE BOLLET looks, it could have been altogether delicious.
"Yes, it is a wee bit cramped,” said Janet in her Streatham kitchen, "but if the Victorians managed, then so can I.”
