Susan Ashford

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Focus On A Friller

It's not all minimum brevity with some girls. All right, so most of them don't wear even half as much as their mothers did and still do, but there are some who still like lots of frills.

One gorgeous friller is SUSAN ASHFORD, Scots girl from Ayrshire.

Since there are always readers asking whatever happened to lingerie and the half-baked idiots who made it obsolete, we feel from time to time that we should illustrate the fact that it's not universally obsolete.

The dodo may be dead beyond all recall, but not frillies.

Well, enjoy yourselves, those of you who suffer from nostalgia, and have some hot toast for tea while you're about it.

Spick No 231 - February 1973

Angie Graham

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What a Weight-Lifter!

Would you believe it?

This lovely young lady is a weightlifter.

It's not for real, of course. That is, she doesn't do it for a living, only to keep her body beautiful. Weightlifting of the right kind doesn't give a girl whacking great biceps and muscles like knotted oak, you know. Knotted oak is for the real grafters and groaners. It's not for ANGIE GRAHAM, a shorthand-typist from the County of Yorkshire.

Angie uses a much more subtle weight-lifting technique. It keeps her trim and fighting fit. It keeps her shapely. And if measurements of 37-23-36 aren't shapely, fill us in with an alternative formula.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Susan Douglas

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Return of a Stunner

Her fans keep on asking what's happened to her.

Who?

None other than SUSAN DOUGLAS.

Known to all her fans as a scintillating stunner. Susan has modelled for fashion houses, appeared on TV shows and in TV commercials, and now and again models as a pin-up girl for us.

Susan is willowy, bubbly, laughing and lovely.

She lives in Kent, drives her car up and down to town, and looks all leggy and lively in a Kentish meadow on a summer Saturday. There's a touch of deep auburn in her hair this summer.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection of Models

Selection of models all taken from Janus Volume 1 No 10 - 1972.

 We can all spot Dawn Grayson in the bath referred to here as Janet, but can you spot and name any others.

Janus Volume 1 No 10 - Janus Publications 1972

Annette French

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How They Brought The Good News of Annette

“I galloped, Dirk galloped, we galloped all three ...”

That was how they started to bring the good news from Aix to Ghent, although the author of the poem never told us what the good news was or why they had to get to Ghent in such a hurry.

But it all sounded desperate and romantic.

It was Ferdie who brought the good news of ANNETTE FRENCH. He came whizzing in on his bicycle, and almost knocked Kitty sideways. "Here, watch it," said Kitty, who was taking the coffee round, "either ride that thing like a gentleman or else ring your bell."

"I'm all impetuous this morning," said Ferdie as he dismounted and took off his clips. Then he presented us with a file of lovely photographs, and they were all of Annette, one of the most gorgeous girls born north of the border. We thought she'd emigrated, but she hadn't, and we gave Ferdie a piece of chamois leather for bringing the good news.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"For cleaning your bike,' we said, "it's filthy."

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Jennifer Williams

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Come into the Office

"Well, look here, I don't know," said the maddened Mr. Hubboard, panicking around the local electricity headquarters, "I've got an account here for thirty-five million quid and sixty-two pence. Am I being done for life or what?"

"Come into the office, do," said the cool velvet voice of JENNIFER WILLIAMS, the accounts clerk.

He looked into her blue eyes and followed her in. Somehow thirty-five million quid didn't seem important anymore. Jennifer works for the Electricity Board and has the most charming way of making hurt clients feel that someone cares.

"I think it must be the computer,' she said, "let's put your account through again, sir.

So, he inserted it into the gaping maw of the computer but being in a bit of a trance he forgot to let go and went through himself. The computer didn't half get ratty. All its lights went berserk, and it ejected Mr. Hubboard with lightning playing all round him and stamped 'Inadmissible Interloper.' His account followed with the sixty- two pence knocked off.

"Oh dear," said Jennifer, "you still seem to owe us an awful lot, sir. "What's money?" said Mr. Hubboard, all over supercharged voltage.

Spick No 231 - February 1973

Diane McCall

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Want To Bet ?

No, Scottish dolly DIANE McCALL isn't a Bunny.

She's just trying out her costume for the local Curling Club's fancy dress ball, and it's all her own work, so there.

Diane is a shorthand-typist and a lover of dancing. She also likes London, Paris and Brussels, and wouldn't mind flying her own plane to and from these cities when the weekend at home is rainy.

No, she doesn't have a plane, not yet. And she hasn't learnt to fly one, not yet. But looking at today's trends, want to bet it won't happen in a year or two?

Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974

Christina Frances

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Back To Alma Mater

It was a blushing ex-pupil who went back to her alma mater in the spring. Lovely CHRISTINA FRANCES of Manchester had forgotten how many beans make five and what the French was for, "I'm sorry, but I am otherwise engaged, m'sieu."

Christina travels extensively on modelling assignments, and in a month takes in such places as Tunisia, Spain, Majorca, Corfu and Paris. It's in Paris that confusion sometimes sets in, when an admiring and gallant Frenchman asks for the enchantment of her company to dinner and Christine can't think of quite the right words to tactfully discourage him.

So, when she had a moment or two in the spring, she went back to her college to brush up her French. Having grown into a very shapely lady since she left, she found her old school uniform didn't quite fit. The new sports master was quite delightfully agog, and Christina blushed rosier, especially when he said, "Never mind the French, come and try the parallel bars in our new gym."

Spick No 260 - July 1975

Eve Law and Marie Graham

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What Fun

The one up the tree is EVE LAW. She's delicious. The other one is MARIE GRAHAM. She's corking. There's no denying that the only thing more photogenic than one fascinating bird is a duo of same.

They're having fun in the countryside on a Saturday afternoon. It's a change from chasing up progress reports for the boss. They're both secretaries and both look absolutely ravishing in their minis, besides being prepared to believe men still like to see a bit of the old suspender look. They're both pop fans and some swingy groupie music in the balmy outdoors makes a Saturday afternoon groovy. We didn't have the space to feature all the eye-catching pics we have of the girls, so look out next month for more of Eve and Marie.

Spick No 204 - November 1970

Sandra Pullan

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Study In Application

To go to Italy and speak the language like a native helps to make a holiday free of all kinds of confusion, to say nothing of clarifying the positive and the negative.

So, SANDRA PULLAN is learning the language at her local evening classes. At home in Bradford, she's a study in application, which means she single mindedly gets on with her homework. She wants to avoid what happened to her friend Jemima. Jemima, in Rome, asked a passing Roman where the Coliseum was. She used phrase-book idiom. Next thing she knew the ardent Roman was carrying her off to his mansion across the Tiber and it took her twenty minutes of turmoil to convince him that if he didn't put her down, she'd bite his head off.

Sandra is going to do without any phrase book.

Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974

Kay de Lisle

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Something To Smile About

Life is just right at the moment for housewife KAY DE LISLE. There was a slight setback a little while ago when six men came to build a swimming pool in her back garden because she and hubby had only ordered a small indoor aquarium for a pair of goldfish, and the swimming pool have put the house itself in the deep end.

Kay soon sorted that one out. Six men with digging gear and two concrete mixers were no match for one housewife and a pair of goldfish.

Currently Kay's joy is a new boat which she and hubby skim around in at weekends. She lives on the South Coast and boats are lovely for messing about in. She wore a lovely white and blue mini dress on their first excursion, with a sailor hat. Off Poole she fell in. She was on the starboard side and never could tell left from her right. Since then, she wears a bikini and a life jacket.

This is Kay in her mini. Fancy falling overboard in that. How lovely.

Span No 218 - October 1972

Sylvia Ternes

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Say Hello To A Fraulein

As a matter of fact, the first thing Ben Wilkings did say to SYLVIA TERNES when she stepped off the boat train from Dover was hello.

He was carrying a bag for a Dutch aunt of his, who was on her way back to Ormskorms, wherever that is, and as Sylvia came ashore he was so smitten he almost gave up golf for good.

"Hello," he said.

Sylvia, just over from Germany, had been told about the permissive English in terms that nearly made her cancel her visit. She knew (from what she'd been told) that there was only one thing to do. She was carrying her weapon at the ready (just in case) and without hesitation she used it. It was a West German knockberry.

The Dutch aunt looked round as she heard a thud. She saw Ben flat out. "Oh, do get up, she said, "I haven't got all day to catch the boat."

When you're saying hello to a fraulein, you'd expect your Dutch aunt to be on your side if you got conked, wouldn't you?

Span No 212 - April 1972

Susan Benson

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Stopover For Susan

Coming very smartly from the airport is SUSAN BENSON, an air hostess with an American airline.

She has an apartment in London. On her stopovers in London, she likes to put her aching feet up. That's the natural inclination of any air hostess who's regularly on her feet all the way from New York to London.

Susan likes a good book, conversational men, and the theatre.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Bridie Goodwin

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The Day The UFO landed

'I was tucking in me bib and just a-going to unplug me cheese sandwiches.' said Gaffer Haywick, "when something came out of nowhere. knowed it was out of nowhere, like, because I never seen it coming and if it had a been coming my old Sal would have hollered. My old Sal ain't a missed nothing providing she seen it first, like.'

"Ah," said the bobby, taking notes.

"First thing knowed there she was,' said Gaffer, pushing some upset cheese back into place, "and a-sitting on me fence. How she got there I dunno. Flew out of this yere engineering contraption, I reckon. I asked her if she was a Martian and if she was she better not let my old Sal see her, old Sal don't like foreigners. We had one here once, from Little Crumpton, he wasn't nothing my old Sal couldn't have eaten for supper."

"Ah,' said Constable Philpot, "where's this thing she landed in?''

"There,"' said Gaffer, full of cheese.

"That's no thing,' said the bobby, "that's a Jaguar E-Type."

"I dunno what you call it,' said Gaffer, "we ain't ever seen nothing round here except a horse and cart and been here seventy years man and boy."

Poor old Gaffer. Imagine him thinking BRIDE GOODWIN, a secretary from London, was a Martian. What could old Sal have looked like?

Span No 218 - October 1972