Shirley Epps

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Coming Out?

SHIRLEY EPPS doesn’t need an awful lot of coaxing to come out, but she does need some tactful type to remind her that skirts, though short this season, are still being worn!

“I know that, stupid,” said Shirley, “and I’m not budging from here until mine turns up.” Shirley was, in fact, only hanging around the back door waiting for the dry cleaners to deliver the skirt.

At her New Year party she fell into the apple bucket.

Then the guy next door (who never misses a thing) popped his eyes over the fence. Shirley saw through that, however, and turned her back on him.

And when she finally get out it in a floral dress the skirt came shrunk.

Anyway, the floral frock was real springlike—and so, in the sunshine, was Shirley, as she gambolled over the grass.

Span Extra - Spring 1959

Marion Lake

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The Lakes In Ireland Are Lovely

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

Samantha Jones

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Wanted A Cheetah

Wales is full of coal. It's lovely stuff and goes up in bright flame in a decent fireplace.

Out of a Welsh mining village there came not just Welsh nuts, however, but a beautiful Welsh dolly, SAMANTHA JONES. Jones the Eyeful the Welsh boys called her as they chased her home from school. One day Willy Bach caught her and then wished he hadn't because Samantha landed him a conker with her satchel and from then on he was known as Willy the Black Eye.

Samantha now resides in London and lives in an Earls Court bedsitter. She's a receptionist and her pet love at the moment is her snake, which shares her quarters. But Samantha is getting a little worried at the way Sneaky her snake is growing bigger every day, and she's thinking of changing him for a young cheetah.

Anyone got one?

Anyone who'd like to exchange it for a growing snake.

Jenifer and Gaynor Goodman

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A Sister To Assist Her

Cute, winsome and Welsh are sisters JENNIFER GOODMAN and GAYNOR GOODMAN. Jennifer is the beautiful brunette, Gaynor the attractive blonde, and this was the day when Jennifer heard suspicious noises in her room—where Gaynor was surreptitiously borrowing some of her sister’s black lingerie. Gaynor, hearing Jennifer haring up the stairs, hadn’t time to put the garment back and adopted the old and tried course of looking sweetly innocent. This is a look which comes easily to both blondes and brunettes. And also to redheads, for that matter.

"Pardon me,” said Jennifer, pulling hard, "but these are mine.”

"Yes, I know,” said Gaynor, “but do let me borrow them, Sis.” “Not likely,” said Jennifer, “so kindly let go.”

So Gaynor did. Suddenly like. That did it. Over they both went.

“At least,” said Jennifer, “you might have asked me first.”

“But if 1 had," said Gaynor, “you’d have said no.” “At least,” said Jennifer, “I wouldn’t have felt as ruffled as I do now.”

Both girls have common likes music, modelling and men but Jennifer just won’t share her black lingerie!

Inga Svenson

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Norwegian Au Pair

It was in Oslo, Norway, that INGA SVENSON was born.

She grew up to be one of those extremely shapely Scandinavian goddesses and all the Norwegian men who knew her, had high hopes of becoming her life partner, could hardly believe their rotten luck when she went off to England as an au pair girl.

Inga came to look at the country and to learn the language.

Well, when she'd had a good look and spoke the language excellently she decided to stay.

That was even worse luck for her Norwegian friends, but we're not grumbling. Inga is living in Hampshire at the moment and these are the very first pin-up photographs she’s posed for.

What a goddess.

Tessa King

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Cover Girl

We found dark-eyed TESSA KING down on the farm. Hubby's farm, where she helps to keep the furrows straight and the animals well-fed.

You think life on a farm can only build muscle and bone? Can only give a girl a weathered look? Then you haven't met Tessa.

Tessa stays as glamorous as she was when she was a bachelor girl, and there are no muscular bulges to the calves of her shapely legs. If, as a cynic, you want visible proof of this, here it is. How cute can a farmer’s wife get?

Ben's Books

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Strip Lingerie No 12

Manja Peruccia

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Austrian Vista

Actually, only the girl is Austrian the background is West Germany, where M A N J A P E R U C C I A is studying to become a ballerina. Manja has great hopes and high ambitions. She also has the essential talent and a natural gaiety which she eloquently portrays in every lively pose.

Next to her love of dancing Manja has a vivacious aptitude for enjoying life itself its fun being photographed.

Christine Barnett

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Literary Lady

Girl with a good book is pin-up favourite CHRISTINE BARNETT.

This should go some way towards proving that Christine has an eye for the written word.

It should also help to convince the sceptics that pin-up girls really do know a book when they see one.

And the fact that Christine fell off the chair while reading this one wasn’t because she wasn't used to books it was just that the book happened to be a darned heavy one.

Janet de Bollett

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Victorian Friday Night

In days of old When nights were cold wall-to-wall carpeting was something you only found in Persian harems. Nothing was too good for those voluptuous Persian concubines.

It was far more humdrum elsewhere. On Victorian Friday nights the bath would be brought into the kitchen and filled with hot water. In you'd get with a great big square of soap and a scrubbing brush.

While allowing for certain differences brought about by progress, we must say that if any Victorian Friday night ever looked like JANET DE BOLLET looks, it could have been altogether delicious.

"Yes, it is a wee bit cramped,” said Janet in her Streatham kitchen, "but if the Victorians managed, then so can I.”

Julie Scott

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Mind That Fence

Having trouble with the high fence is JULIE SCOTT a typically bonny Scot, incidentally for she's got to get over it one way or another.

Ah, well, it’s simple enough for hikers in shorts and rucksacks, but not so simple in frilly skirts and a strong breeze. Nevertheless, you can see why Julie has won shapely leg competitions!

On which note, we’ll leave Julie in contemplation of the fact that in due course she’s got to climb back again. Pity we’ve got to depart in haste, but we forgot to stop the milk.

Vicki Munro

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Where There's Heather

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."

Ben's Books

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Strip Lingerie No 13

Ruth Cavendish

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Still Swinging

There's no pin-up girl quite like RUTH CAVENDISH.

Well, that's what all her fans say. And her fans are so fanatical you're chancing your life if you argue with them. You get slung off Tower Bridge or dropped from Nelson's hat. Nelson's hat is so far from the ground in Trafalgar Square that from the time you get dropped to the time you hit the flagstones the pigeons have flown round in six circuits.

Ruth is having a lovely life. She's a cashier and the most infectiously delicious brunette you ever clapped your peepers on. She's as Scottish as Flora MacDonald and as curvy as Clara Bow.

Clara Bow? Who's she?

Sorry, we forgot you didn’t go in for pre-war birds, only for modern swingers like Ruth.