If it comes to facts, German vocal star CHRISTIANE SCHMIDTMER is not only easy on the ear, she’s also very easy on the optics. A great favourite on the Continent, Christiane’s vocal talent and physical beauty have now landed her in Hollywood. Good show.
Graceful, photogenic housewife is SHEILA BAKER and very nice indeed to have around the place. For what more could one want in any wife as pretty as Sheila and with culinary talents that would win approval from Mrs. Beeton herself?
This is Sheila’s favourite cat, with big green eyes and long, long whiskers. Maybe it’s nice to have a cat around, too, but if we were given a choice between one or the other it would be bye-bye moggie.
Quite close to Portobello Road in London lives SARAH MARSDEN, textiles salesgirl.
The Portobello Road is famous for its market, which specialises in stalls loaded with antiques valuable and useless, cheap and dear. Many a fantastic find has been made there by antique collectors with an eye for a true bargain.
Sarah has such an eye. She can see through any old white elephant and has acquired a quite valuable collection of Victorian bric-a-brac and Victorian clothes. She also has a flair for old china dolls.
We went off china dolls, old or new, when we first discovered that girls were living, breathing wonders. Sarah is our idea of a living, breathing wonder of today, and anytime she'd like to entertain us among her bric-a-brac we'll do some research on Victorian knockers and have a lovely antique conversation with her.
It had been a busy year for KIM SCOTT.
Kim is an airline stewardess and it had been all go from January to December. She seemed to have hardly touched ground. It was lovely for the passengers as few stewardesses can serve coffee as engagingly as Kim, but for Kim it was definitely all go.
But we managed to catch her when she was home for a day.
In her flat in Middlesex, not far from London Airport,
Kim spent the day being all domestic.
It was all go again.
One day Kim is going to retire and put her feet up for a year. Anyone like to spend the time running around for her?
We know lots of vivacious girls. HELGA HANSEN is one of the most vivacious and certainly seems the happiest. It takes hardly anything to bring her out in lovely giggles.
We told her about the elephant that carried its own trunk off the transport plane and how the baggage men all went on strike, and Helga, over here from West Germany, thought it so funny that she simply rolled about.
She looked ever so lovely, what with her mini-dress and all.
She said how comical we were.
We told her to just keep rolling about.
Helga is perfecting her English. Personally, we wouldn't care if she only spoke Patagonian Gaelic. What's another language to a deaf ear when one's eyes are so stunned!
Girl with the bright smile is MARY GRAHAM, introduced to us by our Scottish photographer as one more bonny beauty from North of the Border. If ever we decide to emigrate we know for sure which direction we'll take. We shan't go as far as Greenland, for the Eskimo girls are too wrapped up in their igloos.
Just North of Edinburgh will be far enough. Not the least of the good things which originate in Scotland is the cute appeal of Scottish girls, and we’re all for appeal as cute as merry Mary’s.
One of our new discoveries is TINA REYNOLDS
Tina has already made our readers sit up and count the stars, which is the only way to counteract a tendency to fall off your bicycle.
She's twenty, five feet three and measures 36-24-35. She plays squash, badminton and table tennis, which is far better than just sitting at home drinking cocoa like so many of you do.
Cocoa-drinking is fine for all those hombres who plant cocoa beans, but what's it does for your appreciation of the finer things of life?
Look at Tina. She's all over glowing metabolism.
So, take your boots off and put your shorts on, Claude.
Poised very domesticatedly against her home background is MARION CLEER, which makes a bit of a change from pent-up dolls waving banners in aid of Germaine Greer or Bubbles Fortescue.
Bubbles Fortescue? Who's she when she’s got a train to catch?
Oh, just a woman mountaineer with a sense of grievance that it's only men who fall off Everest.
Our Marion quite likes men, really. They're not as brilliant as women, of course, but as a home girl Marion hopes one day to settle down with a fairly nice one. At present she's a secretary in Poole, Dorset, and her boss thinks the world of her. Naturally.
She's twenty-one, green-eyed and blonde, and as well as cook books she also loves horse-riding.
This was the first time we’d met Hampshire girl GLORIA GALE.
And we thought that if there was any girl sweeter than Gloria in her little home town, then we'd probably eat her.
Enjoying a break from housework to twist to the right music is VERONICA HOLT of Bristol.
Veronica is a gay girl, just twenty-one, Next comes dancing the “Twist” and horse over the downs.
We ought to point out, of course, that her number one craze is hubby—all the others are merely incidental recreations. And number one with her hubby is Veronica. Statistics that count with this gay wife are 35"-23"-36"—but even the gayest of wives needs a breather on the settee when twisting time comes to an end.
Soulange is French and that's a comfort for anyone who's going to France and isn't sure whether French dollies are as enchanting as they say, or whether it's all talk.
When you get to Paris turn south and keep going. When you arrive at St. Tropez don't be put off by the price of a lobster, because what's money when there's a chance of seeing Soulange sunning herself on the beach?
She likes to go to the far end of the beach where there's a reserved section for dedicated nature lovers, or simply for those who like to get tanned all over. If you spot Soulange there give her a wave. If a uniformed nature-loving beach attendant dressed in a peaked cap stands in the way of your further progress, then take our tip—go quietly away and come back as a nature lover yourself.
But watch the sun or you'll get burned up.
Some girls make a hobby of good books or flower arrangements. LUCY BROCK thinks good books and flower arrangements have their own place in life, but people interest her far more.
Especially homo sapiens. No, don't get confused, that means people of a genuine masculine gender. The frank fact is, Lucy finds men fascinating. She doesn't actually follow them about but she does like to have them to lean on. It's lovely being a girl, she says. You can lean on them and they expect you to, she says. Her favourite one is tall and dishy, but she wouldn’t mention his name in case other girls were listening.
As far as blonde SONIA and brunette JILL are concerned, what's fashionable is what’s warm. Until the summer comes they prefer longs to shorts!
Acting as lady's maid. Jill dresses Sonia's hair. We can’t decide whether the short skirt is superfluous or the longs too long. Can you?
A preview of summer fashions in lingerie for these two lovelies reveals a somewhat slinkier look. This, we consider, is glamour all the way!
Very accomplished dancer to modern jazz is SYLVIA MARTIN of North London, and we can't say fairer than that without getting caught up in an extravaganza of completely dizzy jazz.
Sylvia has been around, dancing with a troupe in most of the European capitals. In Rome she met a fanatical Italian count. Well, he called himself a count and Sylvia called him fanatical. He followed her about and she could hardly go anywhere without Fatimo popping up in his dark glasses. He begged for her hand, he was handsome, engaging and rakishly suave.
” Marry me,” he kept saying.
"Look, stop following me about,” said Sylvia, "I'm not suited to be the wife of a count, I want to marry a footballer."
"So? I confess, then,” he said, "I am not a count, I am Guiseppe Fatimo and I play centre-back for the Italian grocers' team. Now will you marry me I”
"I can’t,” said Sylvia,” I’m madly in love with an English goalkeeper. Now will you go or do I have to push you off this sun roof!”
” You must push me off, my beautiful one,” he said.
Well, Sylvia thought that really was the best thing to do, so she did, and Guiseppe Fatimo didn't half feel it. When he woke up he had amnesia. He couldn't remember Sylvia but the nurse was so enchanting that he began to woo her very happily.
It was a nice ending, really, especially as the sun roof was only a few feet above the ground.
Not every girl is a competent wielder of a distemper brush. TINA MADISON has had absolutely no training at all in house decoration and the odds are that she has only her enthusiasm to see her through.
The application of distemper or emulsion paint to a kitchen ceiling is, however, not a matter of enthusiasm alone. Tina found she was getting as much on herself as the ceiling.
Painters don’t wear those baggy, paint-stained overalls just for the look of them. If you wear a skirt it's liable to pick up all the paint splashes that don't hit the floor.
Minus skirt, how’s this for the look of the lady? Well, says Tina, it’s at least more practical. We can assure Tina it also makes quite a picture!
