SHEILA BURNS and ADRIENNE ROSS agree that longs are warmer, but are they smarter?
Smarter than what! Than modern brevity. And how about the look of it all when they’re jiving! Passed to you, Claude.
It’s Sheila on the left, Adrienne on the right. Anything else we aren’t sure about. But your opinion is as good as the next guy’s.
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.
There was another girl who got caught up in the lure of the great outdoors, and this one was a Manchester
bird, CHRISTINE FRANCES."I like it," she said.
"It?" said the nut behind the camera.
"The countryside," she said, "you can revel around much more than in a city. I mean, in a city there are all those people."
"So?"
"Well, they look,” said Christine, "and you can't revel around and show your legs without some guy wanting to carry you off to make his Christmas."
"When I've finished," said the camera nut, "I'm going to carry you off, and it won't be anything to do with Christmas."
"Listen, darling,” said Christine, "I eat nuts like you with one bite."
There’s so much that’s crazy in today’s fashions for the girl who wants to be gear or groovy, that you can’t blame any girl who goes a little mad in trying to keep up with the unconventional. Which is why DAWN GRAYSON is currently sporting a trend-setting garment of the I920’s— well, she says that’s about when she heard they were last worn.
Imagine it, forty years in a museum and they’re still as good as new.
Where's Mary?" asked the hall porter of the posh hotel.
"Who’s Mary?" said the new manager.
"She's our receptionist," said the porter. He was talking about MARY MAXTED, a lovely London dolly who works behind the reception desk at this hotel.
"Gad, is that Mary? I thought she was Miss Blackpool," said the manager, "she's got the looks for it. Well, when she re-appears ask her to come to my office. I want to discuss interior decorations with her."
Everyone's like that about Mary. They all want her individual attention. Well, it's about the most normal reaction going.
According to a British firm of lingerie manufacturers, the current trend points to the return of suspender belts. As skirt lengths drop to knee level, girls are beginning to wear stockings again, and the traditional holding gear is a must.
The trend is for frilly belts in startling colours, but black is still a favourite for slinky evening wear, as model CAROL BARBER illustrates.
Husbands are buying them for wives.
"What's this?" said Mrs. Newlywed to her adoring man when he presented her with a wicked red belt.
"To keep your nylons up," he said with a saucy grin.
"What's nylons ?" said the young lovely.
Beauty queen and film starlet is TINA RYATT, Welsh girl and just about as easy on the eye as a mink coat.
You can have your ton-up bikes, your first-night tickets, your new cooker, your fragile stomach.
Give us a mink coat.
If you could arrange for Tina to be wrapped up in it we’d be all over indescribable gratitude.
It's neither amazing nor sensational now.
The topless look.
Girls are revelling in freedom from bras and corsets. Bosoms are out, like. But honestly, you don't know where to look at a party, do you? Be terrifying if the craze took on a blase, everyday phase. You know how one gets crammed up in a tube train. What on earth could you say to CAROLINE FORD if you found she had suddenly become your bosom friend on the rush hour Inner Circle line?
"What lovely weather. Miss Er—Um."
"I'm not Miss Er—Um, and would you mind not hanging your umbrella on me?"
"Oh, dreadfully sorry—"
"Now you've dropped something, you silly man."
"Oh, just my eyeballs."
Simply revelling in all that freedom is Caroline.
Girl who wants to know how the modern equivalent of Amelia Bloomer’s reach-me-downs look on her is our inimitable SUSAN DOUGLAS.
We don’t want to publicise our own bias in the matter.
We leave it to you.
You say.
No, it wasn't that HELENE GIBBS was taken with a desire to get away from the pressures of London life. She's doing very well as a model, thank you, and is enjoying herself.
It just happened that when she was modelling stockings and suspenders in an outdoor location, some entranced cowboy from Texas became riveted.
"Well, I ain't seen a better looking filly since Thanksgiving," he said to the cameraman, "I reckon I'd trade a ranch for her to come home and cook for me."
"Do me a favour, eh ?" said the cameraman. "Shove off, eh?"
Texas swiped him with his stetson. He was that keen not to have any interruptions. Seeing how keen he was Helene got lost in the undergrowth, getting away from the prospects of slaving over a hot stove in Texas.
"I don't even like cooking," she said to a gooseberry bush.
Like any housewife, ROZ BARNWELL can always find time for a chat on the phone. It's nice to have friends who ring you up.
Roz is a pretty busy housewife, and a young mother too. Not only does she look after home, hubby and infant, she also holds down a secretarial job. And about once a week she does a modelling assignment. That just about makes her so versatile that she's almost a lovely miracle.
Other wives might buckle at the knees and start growing wrinkles and grey hairs, but Roz remains not just young but a delight to have around. She still likes the glamour of wearing stockings and suspenders, and if it weren't for the fact that the milkman has all his empties to look after he'd like to deliver four times a day to Roz's house. It's just joy to the eyes when she opens the door to take in her daily pint.
Ah, Cyprus. Island of rich wine and hot sun, sparkling jewel of Ancient Greece set in the wine-dark sea of Homer.
Of course, it's changed a bit since all those heroic Greeks chased the maidens from coast to coast.
The maidens are still enchanting but they get chased by tourists now.
Lovely SACHA MICHAELIDES used to work as a receptionist in a Cyprus hotel. There she took a great liking to tourists from Britain, especially the young and crazy buckeroos, and in the end decided to come to London. Now she's working in the offices of Cyprus sherry importers and has made the place intoxicating for the male staff.
It's no wonder those Ancient Greek heroes were always leaving Athens and rowing to Cyprus.
In a sort of slinky gym vest and black tights JANE MILLER went out for a gambol with her jump-ball.
Very sporty bird is Jane. Loves games and all that. Along came a walking-stick case, an old gent with gout. He took one look at Jane, a secretary in Kingston, Surrey, threw away his walking-stick and galloped gamely towards her.
Inevitably he fell flat on his face.
Jane picked him up, gave him back his stick and helped him into a wheelbarrow. As the gamekeeper wheeled him away she said farewell with a smile and a wave. It cheered him up no end.
Nobody ever thought there was such a phenomenon as a shy Swede, but we found one in London last summer. KIRSTEN VETA.
She was over from Stockholm and was staying in Hampstead, where our photographer buttonholed her in his endearing way and persuaded her to leave some charming mementoes of herself before she went back home. Mementoes in the form of photographs.
Kirsten giggled, turned pink, turned around, turned pinker and so on. And there you are.
Young and golden secretary ANN WILLIAMS was on a Highland fling, staying in a cottage with a view of a wide, green glen.
She was getting lots of fresh air and making friends with Highland steers. There was one called Angus. Solid as a house he was and as gentle as a baby calf as long as you didn't ride a motorbike all over his pasture. Ann wanted to take him home with her.
So she rang her mother. Her mother said well, you'll have to keep him in the garden, they couldn't possibly have him indoors. So she went out and measured the garden and Ann went out and measured Angus.
Then they returned to the phone and compared measurements and found that Angus was twice as big as the garden.
So Ann brought home a mini-kilt instead.
