Fay Stevens
/Cute Wife
Here is FAY STEVENS, Kentish girl, as portrayed in a quartette of poses by her photographer-husband, who thinks there’s no pin-up as nice as his cute wife.
Charlotte Peters
/Charlotte The Good
There was once a queen called Charlotte who was very good and awfully nice, and all her subjects thought the world of her.
And just as good and just as nice, without having a crown and sceptre, and all the trimmings, is Sheffield girl CHARLOTTE PETERS.
Charlotte is tall and curvaceous, as well as jolly good. She's five feet nine and measures 38-24-38 going down or going up. She likes fast cars and can handle a zippy roadster with aplomb, which means she'll pass you without a hair out of place. On a warm day anywhere, she likes sunbathing in the nude, so if you're in the same place as she is on a warm day you know the figure to look for.
If you miss her it's because you can't add up. Or you're shy.
Jill Lucienne
/Funfare No 21
All About Jill
Most of you know all there is to know about JILL LUCIENNE, who turned out to be one of the nicest girls we ever met, as well as the prettiest we ever said goodbye to. The melancholy of our farewell to Jill as she sailed with her sister to New Zealand some while ago was at least tempered by the thought that she had been able to model this current Funfare feature for us a week or so previously.
Will ye no’ come back again?
Helena Jemaris
/Kiwi Fan
You can see how devoted HELENA JEMARIS is to the New Zealand All-Blacks. For the benefit of the dead ignorant, the All-Blacks con¬stitute the world’s most famous rugby team—and the most highly efficient. Helena doesn’t play herself—not rugby, anyway—but she knows how to treat participants when they carry them out of the rucks. She used to be a nurse. Now she’s a rather lovely model and looks extremely photogenic in her all-black outfit. If only we could get her into a little bit of a scrum, how exhilarating life would be.
Diane Foster
/Model Climber
Dolores
/Black for Glamour
Ben's Books
/Ladies No 12
Ben's Books
/Strip Lingerie No 8
Kirsten Veta
/Shy Swede
Nobody ever thought there was such a phenomenon as a shy Swede, but we found one in London last summer. KIRSTEN VETA.
She was over from Stockholm and was staying in Hampstead, where our photographer buttonholed her in his endearing way and persuaded her to leave some charming mementoes of herself before she went back home. Mementoes in the form of photographs.
Kirsten giggled, turned pink, turned around, turned pinker and so on. And there you are.
Sandra Morrell
/The Psychiatrist
Harry thought anybody who couldn't sort out his own problems but had to take them to a psychiatrist needed to have his head examined. His friend Oliver said that was the same thing, to which Harry replied it was all a lot of half-baked propaganda put about by blokes who had to make a living at it.
And then he met SANDRA MORRELL at a garden party, where there were lots of homemade cakes on view and a lot of home-made wine-tasting going on. Harry had tested them all by the time he bumped into Sandra, who was there in her official capacity as the garden party beauty queen or something equally exotic and ravishing.
Harry almost fell down. What a doll, he thought. He took her hand and pressed unsolicited kisses on it. Then he looked into her eyes and murmured, "Come and try my cherry tart, I made it myself." "Pardon me," said Sandra," but I never eat cherry tart with men who've had too much elderberry wine."
Harry was distraught. He went to see a psychiatrist next day to try and find out why elderberry wine made him so unattractive to women.
And after six visits, all at ten guineas a time, the psychiatrist told him it was because too much elderberry wine made him lurch sideways.