Established pin-up favourite is JUDIE JAYSON, trained dancer hovering on the fringe of musical comedy shows and just waiting to jump in.
Judie spends a lot of her waiting time modelling for top photographers and getting her pictures in the glossies. You can see just how photogenic Judie is from these pictures. Here’s a girl with that certain something - and that break is bound to come.
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.
Pretty ANNE LEYTON “irons it out”
Crease - troubles - can usually be ironed out with a little patience and the right kind of approach. Naturally ANNE LEYTON has both.
She also has big brown eyes and a gorgeous figure, but that’s by way of being incidental in relation to the approach. And the item with the creases is a skirt.
In SPICK, such a picture is always cute. And Anne, an office girl, is the governing factor of this one.
It’s not easy to decide what to do with your life when life offers such a wide variety of prospects, ranging from filing the white mice in alphabetical order in a pet shop to trying to convert those tribes in New Guinea from head-hunting to cocoa.
Lovely young miss who hasn’t yet made up her mind about her career is GLORIA WORTH of Flintshire.
Gloria has a modelling diploma; a ballet diploma and she also likes gardening and painting.
So, what to do? Where to go?
Pet shops are out. She’s allergic to bird seed. Head-hunters are also out. “I expect they’re very friendly when you get to know them,” she said, “but I’m not the sort of girl to lose my head for the sake of boosting the export of cocoa.”
How about going to Africa and painting elephants?
How about going to Texas and doing some landscape gardening?
How about going on telly commercials?
"Yes,” said Gloria, “I’d like that. I’ll be the girl in the middle of the soapsuds. Lovely.”
The answer isn’t peanuts. It’s more a matter of corn if you consider the title alone. The fact is, this sweet young thing’s name is PENNY PRICE, and we thought there was a gag in that somewhere. But corn and gags apart, Penny is going places in show biz.
To start with, the girl has a background. She used to work in a circus, starting off by flying around on a trapeze. A succession of falls helped her to develop the art of bouncing, and she does it better than a Yo-Yo.
Incidentally, Penny left the circus because they put her into the strong man’s act. The strong man wanted to fire her from a cannon and catch her before she landed. But Penny, a slim young lady at 36"- 22"- 34", thought she might slip through his fingers. Well, there are easier ways of saving money to etcetera, etcetera.
Girl who packs ninety minutes of dizzy pop into every hour is cute LIZ McEWEN. If you want to keep up with Liz of the lovely legs you need a pair of souped-up rollerskates.
A week of skating in her wake and then you need a month’s holiday to take the pins and needles out of your feet, leaving Liz to dance gaily on in dizzy, photogenic irresistibility.
It's lovely when you’re young and beautiful.
But it isn’t half paralysing when you're ninety.
GIRL who’s just crazy about the Bohemian look in black woollen stockings is DOREEN SHEARD. Doreen’s not a true Bohemian type, however, because she remembers to keep her hair gleaming and well-brushed and her clothes fresh and neatly pressed.
In fact, Doreen’s not an idle Bohemian at all. She’s a hard-working showgirl.
It’s just those black woollen stockings. Irresistible, aren’t they?
SWANSEA girl JENNIFER HINKLEY pops up again because so many of you asked her to do so. Jennifer, a girl as curvaceous as a front-line chorus line-up, is as Welsh as the soft hills and dales of that country. Her eyes are bright, her voice musical and her interests varied. Primarily, however, she is devoted to art.
Jennifer has vitalistics of 39"-24"-37", which add up to curves that count all the way.
Jennifer’s ambition is to achieve fame as an artist, and if her pictures look only half as good as her photographs, she’s made.
Gorgeous is the colour of MARION McGREGOR'S hair, like golden honey—and the eyes, of course, must be a beautiful dark blue. Marion, like so many of our Scottish models, is beautiful and bonny. She works in an office, providing the conventional coldness of commerce with a brightness infectious enough to make the working week seem a whole lot shorter. Marion, of course, loves dancing, and thinks men are wonderful. Well, Professor Higgins says in the musical, “on the whole we are a marvellous sex”—or words to that effect. (Bighead).
This was Marion’s first time before the camera, and she models modern lingerie with a smile as bright as her personality. Her vitalistics amount to 36"-23"-37".
Vitalistics like those add up to a cute figure and if the frequent wolf whistle echoes round the office when the travellers come in, they really are no more than you’d expect, are they not? Marion, one of our New Year discoveries, will be seen again—we hope.
There was this dishy German-born MARG ARETHA SCHNEIDER trying not to let the aristocratic boutique madam sell her this last word in the lingerie of the mad twenties. There was Margaretha saying faintly, “You’re joking, of course.”
But it was no joke. It was a high-pressure sale.
Never mind. Laugh it off'.
I am beginning to like very much the features you run on the mini-skirted girls of your country. I think they confirm all that we read and hear about the swinging scene over there and I only wish I could have a five-year holiday and spend it all with you. We do see the occasional “mini” over here, but they don’t seem to be worn with the same flair that they’re worn in London and the rest of Britain.
I think your girls have something that naturally becomes them and it’s just as if they’ve been wating for a fashion like the “mini” to show the rest of the world how exciting and swinging they really are. It must be great to be part of the scene and I hope you realise how lucky you are.
J. MCCARTNEY,
Etobicoke, Toronto, Canada.
Our girls will love you.
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?
There’s Scotch, there's cream soda, ginger pop, tomato juice and anything else in the way of cooling refreshment on a hot summer's day. All nice on ice. And there's RIKKI HAYNES, professional ice skater. 5' 3" of whizzing rhythm.
Rikki at home has a different look, the fact is, its darn difficult getting around the kitchen on skates.
According to her photographer, Rikki's hair is a beautifully fantastic red, and if there's a connection here with the way Rikki burns up the ice, we can't quite see it. Nobody goes three times round the rink on their head except the highly impossible novices.
When she isn’t touring on ice, Rikki lives in West London. If you live around that way yourself and you see a girl with wonderful red hair and a streamlined chassis, it could be our “nice- on-ice” girl.
"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.
Many games contain hazards, but none contain more natural ones than golf. Ask SANDRA MCPHERSON.
It’s bad enough trying to cope with the rain. If you hang on to one of those enormous golfing umbrellas long enough, you’re liable to take off and finish up dangling from a tree. But every perishing club is a handicap in itself when your swing is largely a matter of hope. Hit and miss, that’s it. And in the end, you’re all tied up but not in respect of the score.
Answer to this one is not to put down more than one ball at a time. With five at your feet, you’ll find out, as Sandra did, that you’re liable to step on at least two.
But, my word, what about those wretched trolleys and all those folding arms and things? They’re designed to give you what for all right, and you can say that twice over.
There’s always a first time for a contraption like this to poke you in the eye. Sandra’s answer to this is to don her weatherproof and take on all comers, including the wind, the rain and erratic drivers who forget to shout “Fore!”
