Sally Randall

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Computer Girl

This is the technological age. We won't go on about how it's driving us all kinky in a mechanical kind of way, there are enough headaches without mentioning how we're all going nuts.

A computer operator who stays quite calm through it all is SALLY RANDALL, a nineteen-year-old Middlesex girl. Know what she does when she gets home from her computer? Crossword puzzles.

And when she's finished her evening quota of clueing up down and across, she goes off to her judo club and slings great big, bearded men all over the mat.

Lovely. wish I was a great big, bearded man, said Fred.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Rachael Collins

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Rachael and the Birdman

Brown eyes and chestnut hair look lovely on any bird, particularly RACHAEL COLLINS.

And in conjunction with a curvy chassis of 36-23-36 what a pretty picture all over, like. The birdman tapped on the window. A birdman is a goggle-eyed follower of pretty pictures,

"Can I come in?" he said.

"You can get lost," said Rachael, "and if you don’t, I'll call my mum, she's a karate chopper."

"It's cold out here,' said the birdman, wiping the frost off the window to get a better goggle.

"Well, hard luck, you big stiff," said Rachael, and opening the window she clouted him with a marble vase and knocked him cold. He was a literal big stiff in minutes and when the dustmen came along, they collected him up and shovelled him into the chute.

Spick No 231 - February 1973

Relax

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Relax No 12 - 1967

Jacqueline Blair

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Hard Day's Work

When a girl has her usual job to do, like plugging away at her typewriter from 9 to 5, it makes a hard day of it to have the household chores thrown in as well, especially when, like JACQUELINE BLAIR, you're really dressed for a brisk, invigorating walk, in the countryside with a sweet little doggie or a fascinating P.T. instructor.

By the time you've come to terms with the cleaner and cooked yourself a quick souffle, its time, to retire in your shortie nightie. Never mind, Jackie, after a hard day's work you still look gorgeous.

Beautiful Britons No 110 - December 1964

Laurie Sands

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Surburban Fantasia

Suburban fantasia are all those fairy stories featuring what a dull old lot we are. If you believe them and you live in suburbia yourself, you probably feel like going out and shooting yourself on the front lawn.

Take no notice. The people who write those stories think you're only living if you dwell under a railway arch and leave all your litter about.

Well, look at LAURA SANDS.

She's a suburbanite but does she strike you as a dull old lot? She's a housewife, she's a happy mum and she's our idea of what a womanly woman should look like.

Curves are always more exciting than straight lines.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Martina Evans

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Mixed Up Martina

It all began with nothing but good intentions. MARTINA EVANS, sales- girl in the lingerie department of a London store, decided to do mum a good turn and put the cleaner over the carpet.

But before she could say, "Someone come and help me switch this thing off, it's getting recalcitrant," the long lead got all mixed up with her long legs.

From then on it was chaos.

At first Martina was determined not to be beaten, and a rare old struggle ensued. Martina was grounded like an all-in wrestler who'd slipped in a moment of over-confidence. The cleaner whirred and Martina went bump.

It wasn't the bump that mattered so much, it was the indignity. Climbing to her feet Martina thought right, monkey, you wait only for the cleaner to throw her again with a double-ankle knee-lock.

"Well," panted Martina, nineteen and with an ambition to be an air hostess, "you saucy old carpet- cleaner, you."

No more. That's your lot.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

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

Marie Graham

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Go-Go Gal

Of course, anyone who goes out fishing in the North Sea when there's an awful lot of winter about, is usually the most dedicated type who won't be happy until he's sure he's got fish on your table for Friday lunch. Do you ever stop to think what you owe the dedicated North Sea trawlerman?

He doesn't have a warm office and a lovely secretary like MARIE GRAHAM. Marie is a secretary from Bournemouth and is the sweetest thing, don't you think?

She's curvily sylph-like at 36"-23"-36" and although she likes her job, there's something she likes better. Go-Go dancing. Marie has so much vitality that she can go-go for four hours on end. After just an hour strong young men crumple and get cold water thrown over them, but Marie keeps go-going.

It's girls like Marie who make people over thirty feel like being pensioned off.

And it's Marie's lovely legs that keep her go-going.

Honestly, anyone who has the kind of job that precludes comfort, coffee, and biscuits at eleven and a deliciously beautiful secretary like Marie ought to chuck it all up and start again in some palatial office suite.

Think what you're missing, man.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Jacqueline Blair

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Modelling The Line

The line is long, but it's mod and it's swinging or so they say. Modelling it is beautiful JACQUELINE BLAIR, shorthand-typist, a great trad jazz fan and, hold it, chaps, hockey captain during her rousing schooldays. Jackie is twenty and last year won two Scottish beauty competitions.

Spick No 128 - July 1964

Sally McGregor

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Siamese Look

Ornamental cat charm is personified in this elongated statue of a Siamese puss.

The lady in the picture is SALLY McGREGOR.

She's a sweet puss herself. It's probably true that most women are purringly feline, and Sally says no one would purr more than she would if she could slip into a mink coat.

What about scratching?

"Certainly," said Sally, "I'll do your back if you'll do mine." Purr, purr.

Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974

Tania Webb

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Mini Fans

No doubt about it, when the mini fashions arrived we were afraid they wouldn't last. Every man who didn't think getting to the moon was the most important thing in life was afraid they wouldn't last.

Paris got quite sniffy about the mini and said it wouldn't last. The Daughters of the American Revolution said it wouldn't even get off the ground, little realising what a phrase they were coining in this context.

But as soon as girls like TANIA WEBB showed just how absolutely irresistible a mini was, it not only got off the ground but went higher and higher.

Span No 176 - April 1969

Joan Russell

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Lucky Old Dino

Don't know what it is. Something from the astral world, we shouldn't wonder. Found its feet though. Got 'em nicely under the table at the home of JOAN RUSSELL of Ayrshire. Lucky old Dino. Name's all right but face is a bit funny.

Joan thinks it's cute.

Looks like a freak doing a freak-out to us. There's Joan with her lovely legs that have won prizes for their shape, and there's Dino, and if Dino doesn't look the oddest shape beside Joan, we're not seeing as well as we used to.

Joan is our idea of what's magnetic about Scotland. Dino is our idea of what's lucky about an oddity that's got its feet nicely under Joan's kitchen table.

Beautiful Britons No 168 - Nov 1969

Ingrid Norsman

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Calling All Collies

If you're a nice big cuddly collie doggie, looking for a nice cosy cuddly home, why not get in touch with cosy cuddly INGRID NORSMAN?

If you're lost around the Cotswolds, Ingrid might be pleased to hear from you. Ingrid is an absolutely bewitching dog-lover. Honestly, some of you galumping great St. Bernards get better treatment from Ingrid than a mislaid pop star in need of his mother.

“What would you rather have for Easter, Ingrid? A famous pop star or a woolly collie?”

“Don't make me laugh, what would do with a pop star? You can take a woolly collie for a lovely ramble. You can't take a pop star anywhere except where the windows are all shut to keep the noise in.”

This is Ingrid.

Cuddly collies, please note.

Span No 212 - April 1972

Margaret Yeadon

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Haircut, Sir?

If it looks like MARGARET YEADON is fond of the bottle, it's quite misleading. They were studio bottles. Margaret was just posing for the photographer and as he's a bottle man he thought what a background and a foreground, just the flaming ticket, darling.

Margaret is twenty-two, she lives in Leeds, and she has her own men's hairdressing salon. She likes looking after men's styles, and the styles being so way out these days, Margaret can exercise ingenuity, skill and inventiveness. Actually, a haircut isn't on. If you have one you're dead old-fashioned. You have it styled.

And when Margaret isn't styling heads of handsome masculine hair, she's lapping up the excitement at Hot Rod Car meetings.

Span No 212 - April 1972