It’s a fallacy that fellers don’t make passes at girls in glasses—when girls in glasses are as attractive as LORRAINE BURGE. Lorraine works in an income tax department, where all the girls naturally have very taking ways. We’ll pay up with pleasure when our demand comes from Lorraine.
London secretary PEGGY SMITH uses the springtime and the adjacent countryside to breathe in lots of fresh air.
Peggy commutes daily to and from her office, and to keep going and still look attractive as well as efficient what's more re-invigorating than bags of fresh air free from the dust of London?
In week-end dress and filmy frills. Peggy is cutely complementary to the spring sunshine, and it all helps to take her back to the office on Monday morning with a smile. It also helps her to see off the week’s work without coughing her way through Thursday and Friday.
Peggy is 20. is pretty good as a secretary and pretty attractive as a girl, and if her expression above is indicative of a sudden realisation that she forgot to get her boss to sign his post last Friday evening, well, that can happen to anyone, can’t it?
Do you wake up in the mornings with Swiss cowbells ringing in your ears? Are there still spots in front of your eyes as you walk over London Bridge to your office? Do curt cabbies make you want to spit? Are you driven off your simple nut by the never-ending chat of the insurance man?
Do you collect old pieces of wood and large lumps of timber because you can’t bear to see them littering the countryside?
If so, have a comfy, consoling heart-to-heart with HELEN MILLIGAN, for Helen is a girl without complexes and frustrations and a piece of wood or a large lump of timber is no bother to her.
That’s what comes of being educated at a very exclusive and very expensive girls’ school. It teaches you to approach life with a very clear-cut idea of how to get your picture in the papers. Simply look extremely enchanting in a flowered frock and a frilly petticoat. Don’t have anything to do with mixed-up people who carry some large bundles of firewood.
Just in case you thought it was papier mâché, NANCY COLLINS wants to emphasise her petticoat is genuine nylon, and every frill is guaranteed to billow.
Slim, trim and long-legged, Susan is (we think) the epitome of just what the young man’s fancy primarily dwells upon when he is romantically considering the exhilarating effect of the spring — except that pretty girls like Susan inspire him to poetry not only in the spring but summer, autumn and winter, too.
Here she catches the eye in her frilly petticoats and her gay garters, and if she isn’t just the right advertisement for more and more frills, then who is?
Susan lives in Kent. On the coast, in fact, where she catches the eye occasionally in her check bikini.
Pretty SUSAN KANE, who wears a ribbon in her hair, is a girl with femininity-Plus. She thinks as we do—that men look right in trousers and T-shirts, and girls look more than right in skirts and frills.
Purely a rhetorical question. Everyone knows it’s in Paris. SYLVIA MARTIN is just illustrating what an absolute must she is for the front line of the Moulin Rouge Can-Can, though Sylvia’s undeviating ambition is for drama and she burns to be histrionic rather than eye-catching. She prefers Pinter to panto.
This is just for those who sigh for the early sixties, when the mini hadn't yet made us realise that brevity is the soul of haute couture.
For the sake of a little nostalgia here is CATHY McEWAN modelling those old-fashioned fashions, petticoats and all.
She got them caught up in the door later. That made for more nostalgia. Oh well, anything for a laugh and a pretty picture.
Don't bother to answer that question. We’ll take it as read. It’s obviously a foregone conclusion that JAN SIMS has the bonniest legs and the brightest smile.
Jan’s a tall—5' 9"—and shapely—35"-25"-37"— brunette from Glasgow. If you think she’s a professional model, you’re wrong. She’s an ‘Hello-girl’, and modelling is just a hobby. (Is that so? Then what’s she doing with legs like these?)
Preferably, of course, we’d like to have her at this end, but we'd probably have to fight an awful lot of Scots to get her over the border. They’re all mad about this kind of number themselves.
Repeatedly the recipient of readers’ eulogies is bonny MARY GRAHAM, lovely young lady from Ayrshire. One of our most popular Scottish models, Mary comes up looking better every time she appears, and if this is because she probably has the shapeliest legs North of the Border we wouldn’t be surprised.
Along with the attractiveness of Mary’s pretty legs goes Mary’s sunny smile.
These pictures of Mary should either prove the point for doubting judges or confirm it for those in no doubt at all.
We hope to see more and more of Mary in 1963, in which case these should be the first of 1963 's many.
It wasn’t anything any girl couldn’t cope with providing she was a motor mechanic, and It was just a quirk of fate that JANE RENNIE happened to be one of those who wasn’t. She couldn’t think why the car was charging lumpishly along like a three-legged elephant, and passing fellow-motorists were happy in the fact that her trouble wasn’t their trouble.
In other words, Jack was all right. As for Jane, she couldn’t think why the rear offside wheel and tyre had such an odd look, but where there’s another wheel there’s always a way. Change ’em over. So, she did. And there you are.
A field day means you’re having a whale of a time with the whole place to yourself, or that you’re about ten years old and Ma and Pa have come to the school to watch you fall flat on your face midway through the 100-yard sprint. HELEN MILLIGAN was certainly captain of her college hockey team, but hers is the case of having a whale of a time when the farmer had gone to market, and though she wasn’t dressed to play around with a lot of old fuel drums she does look cutely leggy, and those boots are real gear, what? These Scots girls pack a really devastating impact.
Gorgeous girl with the sweeper is beauty queen TINA RYATT.
Cute in her waisted petticoat, Tina isn’t just an ornament around the house she’ll take a hand with the chores anytime. Here on the right, for instance, she’s really getting down to it although we can’t think why she’s looking so surprised unless she can hear the patter of hobnailed feet up the chimney.
We were wrong there. Tina was merely losing her balance. Well, that’s preferable to losing your head, as Charles I found out, for you can always do something about a bruise. But once you’ve lost your head, what’ve you got left?
Tina is a Flintshire girl, with statistics of 36-23-36, is eighteen and has night black hair and big brown eyes.
Enjoying a break from housework to twist to the right music is VERONICA HOLT of Bristol.
Veronica is a gay girl, just twenty-one, Next comes dancing the “Twist” and horse over the downs.
We ought to point out, of course, that her number one craze is hubby—all the others are merely incidental recreations. And number one with her hubby is Veronica. Statistics that count with this gay wife are 35"-23"-36"—but even the gayest of wives needs a breather on the settee when twisting time comes to an end.
Very accomplished dancer to modern jazz is SYLVIA MARTIN of North London, and we can't say fairer than that without getting caught up in an extravaganza of completely dizzy jazz.
Sylvia has been around, dancing with a troupe in most of the European capitals. In Rome she met a fanatical Italian count. Well, he called himself a count and Sylvia called him fanatical. He followed her about and she could hardly go anywhere without Fatimo popping up in his dark glasses. He begged for her hand, he was handsome, engaging and rakishly suave.
” Marry me,” he kept saying.
"Look, stop following me about,” said Sylvia, "I'm not suited to be the wife of a count, I want to marry a footballer."
"So? I confess, then,” he said, "I am not a count, I am Guiseppe Fatimo and I play centre-back for the Italian grocers' team. Now will you marry me I”
"I can’t,” said Sylvia,” I’m madly in love with an English goalkeeper. Now will you go or do I have to push you off this sun roof!”
” You must push me off, my beautiful one,” he said.
Well, Sylvia thought that really was the best thing to do, so she did, and Guiseppe Fatimo didn't half feel it. When he woke up he had amnesia. He couldn't remember Sylvia but the nurse was so enchanting that he began to woo her very happily.
It was a nice ending, really, especially as the sun roof was only a few feet above the ground.
IT was the late, lovable Will Fyfe who made Glasgow a proud city to belong to. It's bonny girls like PAT LAIRD who currently make it a city well worth a visit, for however interesting is its history and its architecture and its soccer giants, it's the girls who make it eye-catching. The kilt, alas, is seen only very infrequently.
Pat is a fashion model and this is the first time she has posed as a pin-up pet. If mannequins need long legs, so do pin-up girls. Pat qualifies in either case.
This fashion model's statistics of 36-23-36 work out just right for a pin-up girl, too. Carry on, Pat!
