Dreamy Bedtime Stories
/Excuse Me - Who Me - Dreamy A Candid Publication
Paget Publications Ltd, London 1950
Paget Publications Ltd, London 1950
It wasn't going to cost anything except time, and that was going to be very well spent, so up trotted Fred to WANDA LIDDELL, latest pin-up favourite, and began to chat her up.
"I don't suppose you're all that interested in operations," he said, "but at my time of life-
"You don't look a day over eighty," said Wanda, who was spending the afternoon in Hampstead.
"Here, hold on," said Fred, "I'm not seventy yet, and I didn't have the stitches out till yesterday. It's me appendix, lasted me nearly a lifetime, it did, but it had to come out in the end. Gad, I must say you don't half look a treat, darling-
"Now watch it, audacious," said Wanda.
"Anyway, I don't want to bore you," " said Fred, "but l've got to have my arthritis removed tomorrow, and considering I only had me appendix stitches taken out yesterday-"
"Goodbye, you poor old soul," said Wanda.
"Do you have to go?" said Fred.
"Yes," said Wanda, "you are boring me.”
Dreamy Bedtime Stories 1950 - Paget Publications Ltd, Jessops Road, Chiswick Road, London.
The phone had been replaced a long time ago, the date for dinner at a lamplit bistro in Chelsea had been fixed and all SANDRA MORRELL had to do was to gild and dress the lily and get there.
She being the lily, of course.
"Hurry up," said her flat mate, "you'll be late.' "Any moment now," said Sandra, "I'II be ready."
Sandra is a girl who can't be hurried under any circs. She likes to be absolutely sure that when she is dated, she looks impeccable. Charlie Greyduck thought that impeccable was something to do with nuts roasted in an iron pan, over an open fire, but dead ignorance keeps Charlie where he is, right at the back.
Anyway, by the time Sandra was ready she did look impeccable and lovely beyond anything. Except that as she came down the stairs her flat mate, Henrietta, said, "Not in that mini, you are silly, you'll have to change it for a maxi. Or put stretch tights on."
"Oh sorry," blushed Sandra, "I forgot."
She shouldn't have worried. Chelsea would have looked and loved. You don't have to be conformist to be impeccable. Not in Chelsea, anyway.
There was this rubber canoe, see.
It was a new acquisition for MARIA ASSIN. Maria works all week in an office and spends all weekends out-of-doors. That way a girl manages to keep pretty and vital.
Maria had the darnedest trouble launching the canoe and even more trying to get into it. It couldn't have been more difficult trying to get on the neck of an elephant with a rope ladder.
There's a classical method of launching and paddling a canoe, of course One, you swoosh it into the water. Two, you sling your left leg over the starboard side. Three, you sling your right leg in. Four - as Maria found out - you fall flat on your face over the port side. No one can say Maria didn't try. She did. Both classical and unclassical methods. The canoe remained obdurately determined, Maria likewise. It became a fight to the finish.
"Pardon me," called a wag from dry land, "but watch out for the torpedoes.
'Blow the torpedoes,' said Maria, "I'm in at last and now it's full steam ahead.
It's one thing to be an obdurately determined young lady, and quite another to be over-confident.
It wasn't the torpedoes.
It was the canoe.
It gave a wet cough and Maria went overboard. Not for the first time, either. "You're all wet, " called the wag from the bank.
"So are you," said Maria.
All the way from Wiltshire comes shapely SAIDE LYDON to sweetly illustrate that the reason why young men still go West is not so much for gold-which is somewhat over-staked, anyway-as for curves. If Sadie stayed on the beach in a bikini all day, be honest, fellers, wouldn't you miss lunch just to keep her continuously in focus? Anyone who wouldn't is a miserable gourmand who marches through life on his stomach.
London may be bursting with beautiful girls, but it's still all eyes on one like Sadie as she trips jauntily down Shaftesbury Avenue to see her agent.
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The place was full of wildflowers, and there was a quite inspiring Hampshire bird picking them. Her name was ANGELA FROBISHER.
Wildflowers can be elusive, and dolly birds aren't exactly renowned for always being precisely where you expect them to be or doing just what you want them to do. Dolly birds are highly individualistic, and you simply can't order them about. Not without risking them poking you in the eye.
Angela is a student and wildflowers form part of one of her subjects. Angela herself convinces us it was all a mistake for girls to surrender to the utility aspect of stretch tights.
Can Sara Cook? think everyone who looks a moment at these pictures will agree that that's a pretty pointless question. She could serve up seaweed and snails' livers and it would taste good, if she served it wearing the outfit, you're looking at now. Who thinks of food at a time like that? But Sara is a cook in case you're interested. Rather, Sara is a Cook. Sara Cook, to be precise. You might say being a Cook runs in her family Actually she does know her Beatons and Craddocks. She's not one of your amateurs who spends ten minutes flicking through the first issue of a weekly cookery supplement before knocking up a bit of Pain Chaude a la Heinz Baked Beans.
You might think that this doesn't matter. But Sara sat like this and whispered to you in a sultry voice, "Why not come and sample my Petits Pois a la Francaise," how could you refuse ?
This is the technological age. We won't go on about how it's driving us all kinky in a mechanical kind of way, there are enough headaches without mentioning how we're all going nuts.
A computer operator who stays quite calm through it all is SALLY RANDALL, a nineteen-year-old Middlesex girl. Know what she does when she gets home from her computer? Crossword puzzles.
And when she's finished her evening quota of clueing up down and across, she goes off to her judo club and slings great big, bearded men all over the mat.
Lovely. wish I was a great big, bearded man, said Fred.
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