Muriel is a girl who tries hard to be domesticated, but when it comes to knitting Oh! what a mess! No matter how much of a tangle Muriel gets into, however, she’ certainly first class for our money.
Despite her problem, Muriel still flashes that charming smile.
After this, I’ll take up something easier, like bricklaying ` says Muriel.
Did you read what that lady feature writer said about our girls during our last heat-wave? She said that when it’s warm we suddenly become a nation of strippers on the female side. Juxta-positioned with her article was an announcement that when the weather’s warm our influx of tourists goes up umpteen per cent.
There’s a rapid conclusion to be drawn.
It must all be to do with lovely girls like DAWN WILLIAMS, for when it got very warm Dawn felt she just didn’t need a topcoat. Picture of a sudden increase in our influx of tourists popping quickly through the customs to see Dawn without her topcoat and so on.
Apart from ail the trivial side issues connected with weather, Dawn is a secretary who lives in London.
Wanting to anticipate the next look in way-out fashions, TRACY COLLINS opted for stripes worn with careless abandon, pink lace panties and black nylons.
Tracy, constantly seen around Chelsea where she shares an artistic pad with other working girls, isn't going to be left looking dead old-fashioned in a blanket style poncho when fashion hits a new trend. She wants to be first with the next look.
Tell you what, we go for those undone stripes.
With what clinical appraisal one can sum up their market potential. Swinging all the way.
If it’s true that gentlemen prefer blondes—we’re definitely open-minded on that point—it must be blondes like Margo who sway the issue.
Well, in black frills, not only is her fairness emphasised to the point where susceptible types are willing to carry a torch for blondes forever, but so are her long and lovely legs.
Anyone not in favour of Margo as an irresistible representative of beautiful blondes? In that case, you're sold on brunettes, but that, of course, doesn’t noticeably weaken Margo’s representative qualifications. It can't—she’s too beautiful.
In our companion magazine, SPICK, there are some real dolly pictures this month that depict what a lovely city Bristol is. They're pictures of a Bristol girl, JENNIFER APRIL ANN TAYLOR.
Well, you ought to see why it’s beautiful in Bristol too. It’s all because of Jennifer, the swingiest and most delicious dolly of the golden West (when it's raining and not so golden, who cares?).
Long-legged, with long, dark lustrous hair, Jennifer looks like every man’s dream of paradise, with sumptuous cooking thrown in. She looks gorgeous whether she's boarding a bus or sunning herself on the back lawn. Well, as a matter of fact, when she's boarding a bus in her mini she's an eye-stunning rhapsody. And when she's sunning herself on the back lawn all the young husbands come around to borrow the watering-can or something.
Jennifer, in fact, is a beautiful dream, and we wouldn't half like it if we lived next door to her.
You don’t have to dress up in one of those bunny outfits with a pom-pom tail to be a bunny girl, you only need to be fond of rabbits.
You keep them in a nice dry hutch and feed them lettuce. MARIA ASSIN was out the other day looking for some cute baby bunnies to take home, and as we were out looking for conkers we bumped heads with her round a tree.
“What I don’t understand,’’ said Maria as she posed for us, “is why you need a camera when you’re looking for conkers.”
“Well, we snap them first to see if they’re photogenic.”
“I’ve never heard of photogenic conkers,” said Maria.
“They’re the ones that come out well in close-up.”
“I hope you know what you’re talking about,” said Maria.
Cute girl, Maria. She’s a charge clerk, nineteen years old, with statistics of 36 "-24 "-36".
It was quite by chance that APRIL SOMERS found some odd knickers. Odd is used in the bizarre sense and not because one leg was longer than the other.
They were what mother wore years ago.
"Oh well, anything for a laugh," said April, trying them on.
Well, fancy that, she thought, fancy anyone wearing them for serious. But they did, as mother subsequently told her, and they were considered ravishingly sexy and provocative.
"You could have fooled me", said April.
"Ask your dad, then," giggled mother.
"You saucy thing," said April to dad.
The funny thing was, April lounged around all day in them, and wore them for work the next day. They were just the job. April is a steeplejack.
Doorways are just doorways, but one doorway plus one pretty girl make quite a picture
We won’t introduce the doorway, but the girl is CATHY ALLEN, who lives in Hounslow, Middlesex, and she’s the one who really puts the decoration in the picture. Cathy is a 20-year-old receptionist, and she likes her job because she likes meeting people. That, brother, must be more than mutual!
With the door, half-shut it’s a bit of a squeeze, but we can still see Cathy, and that’s what matters.
Some people think it's what you get at cricket when you lift your bat to a hot one from the fastest bowler the other side have got and it thunders under your bat and makes an unholy mess of your wicket.
There are other yorkers that are much to lovelier. JOY BAMFORTH. for instance.
Joy lives in a Yorkshire village near Barnsley, and that makes her a proper lovely Yorker. She's nineteen, measures 36-23-36 and worked in an office before graduating to the more exciting profession of fashion modelling.
She likes fast, sporty cars and gay, geary boys.
WELL, if you’re as pretty as PAMELA BEESTON, with the best years of your life still in front of you, you’d sing too, wouldn’t you?
Pamela is a shorthand-typist of Co. Durham, whose current hobbies are dancing and pop music, and these, together with her charm, her attractiveness and her statistics of 36-24-36 make her just about as representative of today’s modern girl as she could be.
The young senoritas of Spain or the chic young madams of France have nothing-absolutely nothing-on ours. Pamela’s pretty proof of that!
There was nothing but sunshine and perfect peace around when DEBORAH STEPHENS first sat down to her picnic. They say that after seven years even the best of husbands (or wives) are inclined to get an itch, but only seven short minutes had gone by on this occasion when an itch attacked our Debbie.
She’d just got herself comfortably settled on her tummy— without lying on the strawberry jam sandwiches—when she found herself idly scratching her leg. Debbie has a very nice leg, but she doesn’t often also have an itch.
Initially, let’s face it, she wasn’t all that bothered. She was, in fact, scratching her leg fairly absent-mindedly, until quite suddenly the cause of the itch actually bit her.
“Help!” yelled Debbie. “It’s ants with long fangs!”
No help in the form of, say, an anteater being around at the time, Debbie panicked and dived headfirst under the picnic tablecloth, where she waved two shapely legs very wildly in the air—until a sense of dignity overcame a sense of flustered retreat. Whereupon Debbie sat up. Who won the day, Debbie or the ants?
“I won,” said Debbie, “I’m sitting on them, and if every ant isn’t as flat as a pancake then my eight stone two pounds counts for absolutely nothing.”
Living on the north side of London is a blonde dolly called VIKI HILL. Viki adores really geary clothes, like long leather boots, slinky nylons and eye-catching suspenders.
Other girls may go for draggy skirts reaching the ground and no make-up except lamp-black, but Viki likes to make the most of her shapely legs and her healthy figure.
What's a healthy figure?
Oh, something that measures up to 36-23-36.
To me, said Fred, that's cuddly.
Well, what's healthier than a cuddle?
Things haven't been going quite as exhilaratingly for JANE PAUL as she’d have liked over the last few years.
The fact is, Jane is a soccer fan and a supporter of Glasgow Rangers. And the way that other Glasgow team, Celtic, has been taking all the honours that were once almost exclusively marked up to Rangers has rendered life quite intolerable for Jane. It's made all the more fanatical Rangers supporters feel that life has been hardly worth living.
However.
There are always the compensatory factors associated with fashion to take a girl’s mind off the tribulations of soccer fans. And Jane, a Glasgow secretary, is mad about clothes. She’s bought herself a midi. And she’s gone off tights and gone back to stockings.
Tights are a must with a mini. They're not with a midi.
That's going to please an awful lot of men.
"Watch it," said Jane, "the men in Scotland aren't as awful as that."
You remember that old gag—fellers never make passes at girls who wear glasses?
They swept that one under the carpet years ago.
You can’t wonder at it when you look at JANE MERCER. Jane, in or out of horn-rimmed specs, is ravishingly eye catching.
Some feller who saw her passing by in a mini was so dazzled he didn’t even notice her glasses. “I was looking the other way,” he said. Then there was the nice chap who helped her off the bus and got into such a tizzy over her blonde allure that he forgot to get off himself and went all the way up the Strand when he really wanted Waterloo Road.
Jane is a secretary, as you’ve no doubt guessed. You can see from her glasses just how efficient she is. Aside from that she has lovely legs and a bewitching figure measuring 37"-23"-36".
After spending quite a while seeing as much as she could see in America, blonde RUTH BENNET made tracks for home, and home is Britain. We don’t know exactly how Ruth looked before she went to the States, but she certainly looks a gorgeous doll now she’s back.
For those who want to know how she’s shaped up to the American way of life, Ruth’s current statistics are 37-23-36.
