If there’s a sweeter look than a candy look, it’s a candy stripes look, and if you want to eat ALICE RICHMOND we don’t blame you, because this lovely Scots lass is real sweet. Only don’t spoil it by asking if you can have ice cream as well.
Span No 123 - November 1964
Advertising assistant PAM ROGERS considers she'd get too single-minded if she thought about nothing else except advertising.
A girl needs an interest to keep her from thinking only about her job.
Pam has lots of interests. Boy friends to make her feel wanted, and dancing to make her feel activated.
Then there's stage work to make her feel talented and beauty contests to make her feel lovely.
Well, with all those interests and a beautiful figure of 37-24-36, there's a lovely Pam she is.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
They talk about four-leafed clover, emerald green and elusive leprachauns when they talk about Ireland, but what about their racehorses and their pubs? And what about their lakes?
Full of lovely blue-green water are their lakes.
And we know one with lovely blue-green eyes, MARION LAKE. And with the nicest shape as well. 36"-23"-37".
Marion decided that as she could never get on speaking terms with leprachauns and didn’t have much in common with horses, she might as well find out what life was like elsewhere. Just for a change, you know.
So, she came to England and settled on the South Coast. She lives in Brighton, that Regency-styled watering-place where they used to trundle the bathing huts down to the sea so that the ladies could step right out of the huts into the water without being goggled at. Marion thinks that was a lot of old blarney. So do we.
Beautiful Britons No 163 - June 1969
Scotland is the country where you'll find the colourful heather in all its wild beauty, and where there's heather there are kilts and other things entirely Scottish.
George Pumpkin—what a funny name—went up to Scotland for a holiday once. He hardly noticed the heather because the place was full of bonny birds. He’s still up there and his firm keeps writing to him asking him when he's coming back. So does his girl friend. But George is quite happy, thank you.
So would you be if you had girls like VICKI MUNRO to look at every day.
Vicki is nineteen and a fashion model.
But despite all the elegant houha of fashion modelling there's nothing Vicki loves more than outdoor sports like tennis and netball, which she plays with such bang-up enthusiasm that all the other girls keep gasping, "Och, my eye." Which is Scottish for "Oh, corks."
"Well, so long, Hortense," said Humphrey, "I'm off now."
"You've been off since you took that assault course in 1944,” said his wife. "See you in a couple of months," said Humphrey.
"Oh no you don't," said Hortense, holding him back by his ear, "you'll see me same as usual when you come home from the gravel pits."
"I've changed me vocation," said Humphrey, "I'm off on a mission to Majorca."
"Top secret?" said Hortense, twisting his ear anti-clockwise. It hurts more that way.
"Hardly," said Humphrey, not minding the pain because of the semiconscious bliss that pervaded him. "I'm just going to spend my time looking for FO 777. No, leggo me ear, I'm all agog."
"What's FO 777—a pre-war Bentley?" asked Hortense.
"It's Female Operative No. 777," replied Humphrey, "and my mission is to find her in Majorca before some other swine finds her first.”
"That's not going to take you a couple of months," said his wife.
"I reckon to find her in a week," said Humphrey, "the rest of the time is for social bliss."
"I thought so,” said Hortense. "Come here," she said and yanked him indoors, belted him stupid and then made him stand in a corner until all his hot romantic flushes had died down.
Humphrey, you see, had heard that Yorkshire girl GLORIA GENE was going to Majorca, and as Gloria is a honey-eating cracker who looks marvellous in a Majorcan bikini measuring 36-24-36, Humphrey didn't want to be left out of all the joys of playing beach ball with her. It was Hortense who sabotaged him.
Wives are lovely and protective.
Gloria is not only shapely, but she keeps in shape by enjoying all the vigour of an outdoor life, and among her pursuits is a love of swimming in natural waters, not pools. Her home town is Goole in Yorkshire.
It was the time of the year in this particular London park when there were a lot of nuts around.
To make it even better for the squirrels, a rather lush, pulverisingly exotic brunette called SUE ANDERS was also frequently in the offing. She brought with her bags of other nuts, the kind that save the squirrels all the bother of cracking them.
We mention that to let you know how kind Sue is. The fact that she's photogenic doesn't need mentioning, obviously, but it’s always nice to know a pulverisingly exotic brunette has a kind heart.
Why is it nice ?
Well, she might be kind to you one day.
You like nuts, don't you ?
Sue is 19, aiming for fashion photography and is currently looking forward to making her mark with a top London agency. Her outdoor exercises are just the kind to keep her photogenically involved with maintaining her perfect figure.
We've lately been following MARIE GRAHAM and NICOLA TAYLOR around. So would any man who had an appreciative eye for gorgeous legs and briefest mini-skirts, but that's not to say you wouldn't make it up to your wife by taking her home a dazzling bouquet of roses.
We found Marie and Nicola having trouble with their car.
"Great skyhooks," said Nicola, the one in the rugby league jersey, "talk about modern technology when you have to tow the thing home. I don't know what my husband will say.
Marie said she knew what hers would say. "Where's my tea and muffins ?”
The engine was an absolute mystery to both girls. They looked into it and all over it, and Nicola poked it with a stick and Marie gave it a kick. It never said a word. It didn't even cough. That's what comes of being just a mass of unresponsive metal. Anything else or anyone else would have taken one glad-eyed look at the two mystified but gorgeous dollies and sparked into instant life.
We certainly would.
Well, we would have if it hadn’t been for our aching back.
Any girl who works as a grocery assistant is worth knowing in this day of mixed-up priorities.
It's this shortage of sugar. Actually, if we all took only half our usual quota we wouldn't be doing ourselves anything but a favour. Still, habits are habits, and what you've always had you'll always want.
So if you know SUSAN CLEGG, just be nice to her. Susan is a grocery assistant in a Yorkshire village and keeps a very fair and impartial eye on the sugar stocks. But to get away from it all she's just taken up modelling, since she's got a lovely pair of legs and doesn't think they ought to be hidden behind counters all the time.
What a nice, thoughtful glamour girl.
What can one say about a girl who wears such lovely boots?
One can say here is a girl all set for a long walk, at which a man at the back will voice the feelings of all by loudly proclaiming his disbelief. The following conversation will then ensue.
“What was that you said, sir?”
“I said girls in high boots don't wear them for walking, they wear them as an adornment not as a piece of equipment.”
"What we meant was that she looks as if she could manage a long walk.”
“Oh, that’s your game, is it? Get a lovely girl like that to pull on a pair of leather boots and then send her off to walk to Liverpool. How dare you? Just send her home to me, we’re having muffins for tea this afternoon and we’d like her to join us.”
“Us?”
“Me and my dog.”
Having got over that by adroitly procrastinating, we ought to tell you the girl is ROSSY RITTAU. She’s so utterly enchanting that if she has a muffin tea with anybody it’s going to be us. The man at the back can sit down again.
You'd better meet the girl first.
She's JULIE MITCHELL from the Midlands, and a very promising student. She wants to be a teacher as long as it doesn't interfere with keeping lots of shaggy dogs.
Julie owns the cutest little pet at the moment. Name of Pinky. That's Pinky overleaf, getting the fond treatment. If you have to be a dog, you couldn't be better off as Julie's pet.
She takes him to the nicest parties. Other girls take boys, Julie takes Pinky. Her boyfriend has to follow on. His philosophy is that it can't last, you can go off the cutest dog when it starts wanting to go to the pictures with you.
It's traditional that French dishes have got more sauce than dishes which originate elsewhere.
Travelling Parisienne SOULANGE FERRIER is a real French dish and her sauce has just the kind of frilly Folies Bergere look which makes far-off Americans in Idaho think of beautiful moments they'll never enjoy while they stay at home.
Soulange is seen around London from time to time and around St. Tropez, and the more she's seen the better most guys feel about life. It's that old-fashioned oo-la-la tingle, that's what.
Student JULIE MITCHELL is going glam. Well, you can't be serious and academic day after day without wanting to leave it all behind at times.
And at these times Julie puts on her dolly gear and her boots and goes out with a photographer friend. It's a happy occasion all round, with Julie looking long-legged and glam, and her friend looking dizzily into the viewfinder.
Well, Julie in a mini makes a dizzy picture for any feller, and you don't have to look into a viewfinder to convince yourself.
There was the floor to dean up after Uncle Perce had been. He's a chain- smoker and never uses an ash tray. He'd called on KIM WEST to talk to her about bringing him back a cane rocking chair when she went to Madeira, and he flung his cigarette ash all over the place.
So, Kim had to get down to some floor-sweeping.
Not having yet reached an age or a state where domesticity is utter bliss, Kim didn't exactly rush at it. But she looked ever so pretty when she was operative, don't you think?
When you’ve got through to the operator after spending a mad thirty minutes trying to get a straightforward number, have you ever wondered what she’s like? You hear her voice, golden and velvet and full of soothing solicitude, and you think my word, how can I blow my top when melody is ringing my eardrums?
“Is that the operator?”
“Yes. Can I help you?”
“I was on fire. I’m better now. When’s your night off?”
An absolutely delicious telephone operator is SUSANNE CHURCHILL of Brighton, Sussex. It’s not only a pleasure to listen to her telling you to hold the line, it’s an education.
Susanne likes fast cars and dress-designing. She designs and makes most of her own clothes, in fact. In addition, she’s a creamy, golden blonde and a joy to the ear of any man who works in an iron foundry or goes to football matches.
They’re not just for show, after all. They’re not just to catch the eye. As the top pop disc illustrated, boots are made for walking.
Wearing this here pair is UTA LEVKA, as Continental as gateau or langouste. Black Boots, black mac and white stockings may have originated in King’s Road, Chelsea, but Uta thinks they’re just right in the Place de la Concorde. We asked her how many miles a day she walked in them their boots.
At which Uta raised her Continental eyebrows and said she used taxis to take her wherever she wanted to go. Otherwise, she said, her feet began to hurt.
