Dawn Williams

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Up Came The Dawn

Nothing very much was happening down where the teddy bears occasionally have a picnic, except that the odd squirrel was cracking a nut.

Then up came the Dawn.

It must have been very early.

Well, it wasn't. It was lunchtime. And it happened to be DAWN WILLIAMS who came up. Looking very vital she was too. She's a London secretary and all secretaries are ever so vital. And very necessary.

Where would we be without them? Ah, if ever there was a good question, that's it. We knew a man who had an absolutely indispensable secretary, only she upset him one day by bringing him a broken biscuit with his tea. So, he sacked her. The whole place fell to pieces after she'd gone.

Can't imagine any boss being nutty enough to sack Dawn. Even if she had an off day with her shorthand, no man would want to get rid of a secretary who looks as dishy as Dawn. She's five feet five and measures 36"-23"-36".

And ever so vital.

Smashing, in fact.

Beautiful Britons No 168 - November 1969

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

Marion McGregor

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Oh, On The Bottle, Are We?

Oh, On The Bottle, Are We?

"How dare you?" said MARION McGREGOR.

"We were only coining a phrase to fit the look of things.”

“| only drink fruit juices," said Marion, "they help to keep my measurements static."

"'Whatter?"

"Static, you fool," said Marion, "that means constant."

"What's constant, darling?"

"In my case," said Marion, "constant is 37-23-36. Any other questions?"

"What are you doing tonight, dearest?"

"Washing my hair," said Marion, "and please don't call me dearest at least, not until you've invited me home to meet your mother."

What a cute girl.

She lives in Ayrshire, which is in Scotland, which is full of bonny bunnies, and we've always been pro-Scottish. We like bonny bunnies.

Beautiful Britons No 182 - January 1971

Ursel Island

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Au Pair Perfection

Lots of people are looking for the perfect au pair girl.

Housewives need one to take the toil of domestic chores off their shoulders, and husbands need one to help the suppertime conversation acquire a Continental flavour.

If all au pair girls were like URSEL ISLAND of West Berlin, wouldn't life be lovely?

Ursel can cook, sew, and ski. There isn't much to ski on in Maida Vale, even when it's snowing, but in her ski pants in a kitchen she makes hot dishes of spaghetti look well-dressed.

And if you've got any buttons that need sewing on to your shirts, you couldn't have them sewn on more securely than by Ursel. Don't you feel that unless you acquire an au pair like Ursel life just won't be worth living?

Beautiful Britons No 166 - September 1969

Rosanne Stuart

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Winner All The Way

Finalist in and winner of umpteen beauty competitions is ROSANNE STUART, new discovery in our field of photogenic Scots and right at the top in vivacity and vitality. Rosanne is noted for her smile, her charm and, of course, her lovely legs. These are the first photographs we've commissioned of her, but we hope to bring you more of this lovely lady, so don't go away.

Span No 127 - March 1965

Marion Holmes

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Back Again

Always welcome is glamour girl MARION HOLMES, secretary to a production manager and established favourite with all readers.

From 9.30 a.m. to 5.30 p.m., Mondays to Fridays, Marion is hard-working and efficient--she does it for the lolly, of course--and the rest of the time she's creatively glamorous.

What's creatively glamorous, Dad?

That means, my boy, that when she enters a crowded room all the susceptible males create pure chaos in their endeavours to get closer to her glamour.

Where are you going, Dad?

I'm a susceptible male myself, Junior, but don't tell your mother.

Beautiful Britons No 72 - October 1961

Carol Smart

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Come to a Gymslip

No one really likes having to grow up, and certainly no one wants to grow old, feeling the encroachment of age, stiffening joints and dulled senses, fading beauty. Someone who certainly doesn't need to worry about that is Carol Smart, a girl who just loves feeling young at heart. Her schoolgirl uniform may not fit very well anymore, but it's a first-class way of showing her still-young charms and much more. Lying in the grass on long summer afternoons without anything to worry about in the world, perhaps she reminisces and remembers her schooldays, young and innocent, discovering her way through life Carol likes funfairs, cream buns, country walks and candy floss, visits to the zoo except in London Zoo you're not allowed to feed the animals anymore. Isn't that unfair?"

It doesn't matter if people don't approve, she likes to feel young, and act young, doesn't see why she should have to go through the mannerisms of being mature, when half the time it's all a pretence people use when they're trying to look sophisticated and impress people. Why indeed? For our part, we're more than happy for Carol to laze around in her schoolgirl clothes as long as she likes. Provided she doesn't mind us looking on and sometimes giving a faint, wistful, reminiscent sigh.

Mustang No 4 - 1967