Selection of models all taken from Janus Volume 1 No 10 - 1972.
We can all spot Dawn Grayson in the bath referred to here as Janet, but can you spot and name any others.
Janus Volume 1 No 10 - Janus Publications 1972
“I galloped, Dirk galloped, we galloped all three ...”
That was how they started to bring the good news from Aix to Ghent, although the author of the poem never told us what the good news was or why they had to get to Ghent in such a hurry.
But it all sounded desperate and romantic.
It was Ferdie who brought the good news of ANNETTE FRENCH. He came whizzing in on his bicycle, and almost knocked Kitty sideways. "Here, watch it," said Kitty, who was taking the coffee round, "either ride that thing like a gentleman or else ring your bell."
"I'm all impetuous this morning," said Ferdie as he dismounted and took off his clips. Then he presented us with a file of lovely photographs, and they were all of Annette, one of the most gorgeous girls born north of the border. We thought she'd emigrated, but she hadn't, and we gave Ferdie a piece of chamois leather for bringing the good news.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"For cleaning your bike,' we said, "it's filthy."
Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971
WE'RE not quite sure whether it's MARGARET BLAKE, left, who has the fine line in foundation garments or JANETTE GOODMAN, right, who has the dandy line in curves. Maybe it's easier to settle for the application of both to each.
Janette is a blonde Scot from Ayrshire, Margaret a brunette beauty queen from Manchester, and both typify what's brightest about the glamour girls of Britain.
Both have exactly what it takes to catch the eye, which is dangerous if you're out with your girlfriend at the time and your girlfriend is the type who'd bung up that eye.
Come to that, who could catch your eye quicker than these other fine 'n dandy girls? It's JACKIE LEYTON, left, and DIANE McCALL.
It was a blushing ex-pupil who went back to her alma mater in the spring. Lovely CHRISTINA FRANCES of Manchester had forgotten how many beans make five and what the French was for, "I'm sorry, but I am otherwise engaged, m'sieu."
Christina travels extensively on modelling assignments, and in a month takes in such places as Tunisia, Spain, Majorca, Corfu and Paris. It's in Paris that confusion sometimes sets in, when an admiring and gallant Frenchman asks for the enchantment of her company to dinner and Christine can't think of quite the right words to tactfully discourage him.
So, when she had a moment or two in the spring, she went back to her college to brush up her French. Having grown into a very shapely lady since she left, she found her old school uniform didn't quite fit. The new sports master was quite delightfully agog, and Christina blushed rosier, especially when he said, "Never mind the French, come and try the parallel bars in our new gym."
Spick No 260 - July 1975
To go to Italy and speak the language like a native helps to make a holiday free of all kinds of confusion, to say nothing of clarifying the positive and the negative.
So, SANDRA PULLAN is learning the language at her local evening classes. At home in Bradford, she's a study in application, which means she single mindedly gets on with her homework. She wants to avoid what happened to her friend Jemima. Jemima, in Rome, asked a passing Roman where the Coliseum was. She used phrase-book idiom. Next thing she knew the ardent Roman was carrying her off to his mansion across the Tiber and it took her twenty minutes of turmoil to convince him that if he didn't put her down, she'd bite his head off.
Sandra is going to do without any phrase book.
Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974
Life is just right at the moment for housewife KAY DE LISLE. There was a slight setback a little while ago when six men came to build a swimming pool in her back garden because she and hubby had only ordered a small indoor aquarium for a pair of goldfish, and the swimming pool have put the house itself in the deep end.
Kay soon sorted that one out. Six men with digging gear and two concrete mixers were no match for one housewife and a pair of goldfish.
Currently Kay's joy is a new boat which she and hubby skim around in at weekends. She lives on the South Coast and boats are lovely for messing about in. She wore a lovely white and blue mini dress on their first excursion, with a sailor hat. Off Poole she fell in. She was on the starboard side and never could tell left from her right. Since then, she wears a bikini and a life jacket.
This is Kay in her mini. Fancy falling overboard in that. How lovely.
Span No 218 - October 1972
As a matter of fact, the first thing Ben Wilkings did say to SYLVIA TERNES when she stepped off the boat train from Dover was hello.
He was carrying a bag for a Dutch aunt of his, who was on her way back to Ormskorms, wherever that is, and as Sylvia came ashore he was so smitten he almost gave up golf for good.
"Hello," he said.
Sylvia, just over from Germany, had been told about the permissive English in terms that nearly made her cancel her visit. She knew (from what she'd been told) that there was only one thing to do. She was carrying her weapon at the ready (just in case) and without hesitation she used it. It was a West German knockberry.
The Dutch aunt looked round as she heard a thud. She saw Ben flat out. "Oh, do get up, she said, "I haven't got all day to catch the boat."
When you're saying hello to a fraulein, you'd expect your Dutch aunt to be on your side if you got conked, wouldn't you?
Span No 212 - April 1972
