Fiona James

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Fiona Wants To Fly

These days the really glamorous gals want to be models or air hostesses. Models only move up and down the catwalks, the excitement is all in the wearing of the newest and most sensational collections.

Air hostesses get around.

One moment they’re here.

A couple of hours later they’re in Rome or Tangiers.

The capitals of the world are theirs.

And as one air hostess said to the other air hostess, “When you’ve seen one, Cleo, you’ve seen them all.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Cleo, “the languages are different.”

“When you’ve heard one language,” said the first air hostess, “you’ve heard them all. What are you doing on Saturday?”

“Oh, I’m going to Berlin and back in the morning,” said Cleo.

"I’m going to a football match,” said the first air hostess.

Never mind about that. FIONA JAMES wants to fly. She wants to be an air hostess. She’s just right for a smart, well-cut uniform. She’s five feet six and measures 35"-23"-36".

Beautiful Britons No 163 - June 1969

Marion Lake

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The Lakes In Ireland Are Lovely

They talk about four-leafed clover, emerald green and elusive leprachauns when they talk about Ireland, but what about their racehorses and their pubs? And what about their lakes?
Full of lovely blue-green water are their lakes.
And we know one with lovely blue-green eyes, MARION LAKE. And with the nicest shape as well. 36"-23"-37".
Marion decided that as she could never get on speaking terms with leprachauns and didn’t have much in common with horses, she might as well find out what life was like elsewhere. Just for a change, you know.
So, she came to England and settled on the South Coast. She lives in Brighton, that Regency-styled watering-place where they used to trundle the bathing huts down to the sea so that the ladies could step right out of the huts into the water without being goggled at. Marion thinks that was a lot of old blarney. So do we.

Beautiful Britons No 163 - June 1969

Dawn Grayson

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Do You Collect Orchids?

If you do, then please keep them in a perfect condition until you have a hundred exotic blooms. Then present them to your wife’s mother. This will convince both your wife and her mother that you have gone off your nut, and they will humour you and coddle you for the rest of your days.

If however, you don’t collect orchids and don’t know the joys of having such fragrant beauty for your very own, console yourself by cutting out these pictures of DAWN GRAYSON and pasting them in your album. Your friends will all be delighted to let you show them your album from then on.

Dawn is a Luton girl who loves gardening and landscape-painting.

Spick No 132 - August 1965

Olga Renown

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Old Fashioned ?

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.

Inga Svenson

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Norwegian Au Pair

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.

Vicky Ashley

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The Birds And The Bees

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.

Janet de Bollett

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Victorian Friday Night

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.”

Alison Aitken

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Nine-To-Five

In an extremely unpretentious way ALISON AITKEN is a staunch supporter of society, and considers its advantages more than outweigh its shortcomings.

"You have to live, you have to make your way in life,” she says, "and how can you do that if you loaf around and do nothing but moan about how you can't stand the pressures? You contribute what you can to life by doing a job of work.

It may be only a comparatively unimportant job, but it's something you can get on with."

Alison is a shorthand-typist and works from nine till five quite happily. She likes being a pin-up girl when she can find time to pose for the camera, and thinks it's lots of giggles and fun.

Alison is lots of fun herself.

Ben's Books

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Strip Lingerie No 8

Patricia McGregor

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How Delightful

It would indeed be delightful to have a maid-of-all-work like PATRICIA McGREGOR around the house. But unfortunately, Pat’s not registered with any domestic agency. The chores she does are strictly for her own benefit career wise she’s a fashion model and drama teacher. No, we can't tell you where she teaches drama, and anyway, Horace, we can’t see you as Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. With that glint in your eye and that smirk on your face, you’re not mournful enough.

Washing-up sans skirt is to save the skirt getting splashed by detergents, and, of course, to prove that fashion models have very glamorous legs.

Pat, by the way, is a pukka fashion model, and this is the first time she’s posed for pin-up shots. She was quite confident she would do us justice—with a smile like that and trim limbs like these, this was a certainty.

What she didn’t realise was that so many pin-up girls who put their feet up for temporary relaxation inevitably end up flat on their backs.

“This is a new one on me,” said Pat, “and I can’t say anything except the bump hurt me a lot more than it hurt you. How many times do I have to do this for pin-up art?”

And while she made herself a cup of tea to soothe her shattered nerves we explained it was a pure accident.

“Willingly,” said Pat, “I’d give you the benefit of the doubt on that if I hadn’t seen you push me. Pardon me if I pick a softer seat than before but I’m a little tender.”

We laughed that one off by saying that a little tender is just as much behind as a big tender, especially on British railways.

“You can say that again,” said Pat, and curling up on the armchair she refused to budge until we’d gone. And she stayed unbudged so charmingly we had no option but to fold up our tents and depart like the wise men of old.

Carol Burdette

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Waiting For Santa

It was drawing nigh to Christmas and CAROL BURDETTE wanted to be there when Santa arrived this time.

Last year he left her a pullover, a box of tools and a garden fork, with an apologetic note to say if the pullover didn’t fit, he was sorry, but it was a busy time of the year for him.

Carol used block letters this year when she made her Christmas list, a list full of the most delightful feminine things. She only used the box of tools once and that was to knock a nail into the post holding the clothesline, and the post fell down and so did the line.

She gave the garden fork to her boyfriend and he gave it to his father and his father gave it to his office secretary because she’s got a garden and he’s only got a flat.

So, this year Carol is waiting for Santa. If she doesn’t, she might get left with another box of tools and a lawn mower.

Tina Reynolds

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Much More

New model TINA REYNOLDS is a girl we recently found. She wasn't actually lost, of course. Ours was merely an inspired discovery of her as a pin-up. The reaction of readers has been what you'd expect when you've been in the glamour business as long as we have.

They want to see more of Tina. Much more.

Well, if she doesn't go off to the West Indies to help sell coconuts on the telly, we'll see what we can do.

Sheila O'Brian

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Drama Student

One housewife wasn't going to sit around and watch soap opera on the daytime telly once she'd got her young son off to his first school.

Not a bit of it.

Streatham housewife and mother, SHEILA O'BRIAN, enrolled for tuition in a school of dramatic art. So now during the day she's a drama student and in the evenings she's lovely and warm and domesticated.

Now there's a good approach to life, what?

Toni Finch

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Not One Straight Line!

In selecting a model like TONI FINCH to appear before the camera we automatically provide ourselves with a subject confirming Einstein’s theory that there’s no such thing as a straight line! There’s certainly not one here.

From any angle it’s a matter of curves alone. Any questions?

Sylvia Martin

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So Right

"What's German for yes?" asked the knowledgeable teacher at the foreign language evening class.

"Ja," said student SYLVIA MARTIN.

"You're so right," said teacher. "Like to come and have fish and chips with me after class?"

"Nein," said Sylvia, a secretary.

"You said nein?" he enquired with a disappointed look.

"Ja," said Sylvia.

"Oh, good," said teacher, "we'll eat at Sam's, the salt and vinegar are first-class at Sam's."

Some teachers do get some students confused.