If you know any blonde who's livelier than HAZEL SHAW, you know a blonde who's so bubbly she's liable to go off pop. Hazel simply bounces through each day in her work as a photographic model, leaving some photographers breathless from the effect of trying to contain a leaping rainbow. It's also like trying to lasso a leprechaun, but it's lots of fun, and it's better than photographing still life.
Span No 127 - March 1965
The fanfare heralding the arrival of spring seems ready to sound any moment when you see HEATHER ARMFIELD looking so vibrant amid all that foliage.
Heather is a receptionist and a real dolly.
She's so gorgeous she ought to be kept in diamonds and furs, and have her husband buy her a yacht as well, and if it doesn't work out that way someone is falling down on his responsibilities.
Dollies who look like radiant springtime are made to be spoiled. If you're too hard-up to spoil yours excessively, write a her a poem.
Beautiful Britons - No 207 February 1973
GIRL who's always sure of a warm welcome from us and our readers is JUDY RODGER. Judy's the model with all the know-how on looking good, and there's no know-how we'd rather have than that, unless it's the know-how on the presence of oil in virgin ground going for a nickel an acre.
Number one asset shapely legs.
Judy's to be found at nearly all the major exhibitions, demonstrating anything from a potato-peeler to the very latest in streamlined cars.
Nice enough, but what chance does a potato-peeler stand against a demonstrator as cute as Judy?
Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960
There was a lot of humming going on. The bees were out and after the honey. There was a nice svelte bird around. SUSAN DOUGLAS. So, there were the bees and the bird and the honey. Along came a bloke on a bike, he liked honey and loved birds.
"I'll come and join you," he said, "I need somewhere to prop my bike."
Well, he wasn't a morose type, he was someone to talk to and Susan likes a chat. So, they had a nice chat and the bees had a good hum and that's how to make the world go round instead of blowing it up.
My Christian names are Sally Anne, I'm married to the nicest man, and thinking that you'd like to see I've sent these photographs of me. I hope you'll think I'm rather swish and not an oldeworldie miss, it’s just that when the cold comes on, I like to wear my undies long.
I love my warm directoires, yes. call them my D.K.'s, no less.
I think it's really cosy fun To wear D.K.'s all cute and long, In warmth and comfort they're a dream, So please don't say I look a scream.
In fact, you know, D.K.'s are now all the rage and such a wow, believe me truly, if you can. They don't look better on a man!
Spick No 110 - January 1963
There goes the old kitchen pinger and out dashes the chic chef to see if what's cooking is cooking good.
DENISE FLEMING, Glasgow housewife, is noted for the fact that she's elegantly photogenic amid her pots and pans. Some housewives sort of let themselves go all anyhow in the kitchen, but not Denise. She remains a very chic chef and her legs aren't exactly unnoticeable, either. How would you like fluffy souffle that just melts in your mouth?
Or hot Viennese schnitzel? Marry a chic chef.
Spick No 189 - August 1969
Born in Oxford twenty years ago PAT BOOTH is mad about going places. Some of us never get farther than the end of the High Street, from where the rest of the world looks strange and intimidating, and we settle down to becoming all gnarled and parochial and slightly idiotic.
Pat, however, has been all over the world, including the U.S.A. and has a remarkable insight into the way other people live. She's eaten almost every national dish you care to name and has been whistled at by mustachioed Romeos in every capital you've ever thought about.
What would you say if we told you her ambition was to trek across Mongolia on a pony? Watch out for a dish of Mongolian custard?
Span No 161 - February 1968
Poetical Pin-Up
A girl must do a steady job of work in order to earn herself acceptable board and lodging, but that doesn't mean she has to become as soulless as her typewriter.
If you've got poetry in your heart, as SANDY BLAIR of Canterbury has, it can take more than a rattling commercial keyboard to smother it. Sandy likes to write poetry every spare moment she can get, and none of it starts off on the lines of 'Violets are blue. or roses are red . .
It's much more like
Ah, brooding walls of glass and lime
That soar in concrete grey
Come down, dark walls, come down
And crumble.
Sort of modern and passionate.
Sandy is a poem herself, and lovely to look at as well.
Spick No 246 - May 1974
JANE MCKAY, being essentially a feminine female, is just crazy about frills. Whatever the outfit, she has to include a frill somewhere, and in this case she's succumbed to the furbelows of fancy garters.
And when she feels really gay, Jane surrounds herself with masses of frilly petticoats. The jet-black stockings accentuate the colourful frills, and please don't ask for hair ribbons as well.
Teenager Jane loves all fashion's gimmicks and has the shape to make the best of all of them. 36"-22"-36". Which reminds us, we suppose you realise that in grandma's day shapes weren't mentioned? Aren't you glad this is your day and age?
Ever seen a pin-up as cute as Jane?
Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960
Sent to me by a friend – Jamie and Cherry are Wives and Girlfriends to somebody, I am sure.
Two Essex lovelies Jamie and Cherry skip classes today to appear for us.
When they're not busy flashing their knickers and nylons for your entertainment, Jamie (brunette) is a Hairdresser, and Cherry (blonde) is a Beauty Consultant.
More to come from these two over the next few weeks.
