Not so long-ago JENNIFER JAY was a lovely bank clerk.
Now she's a lovely housewife. And what a lovely cook too. On baking days, the whole place is sort of warmly aromatic. but if you call to sell anything don't go into the kitchen or you'll get conked. Jennifer likes to keep her kitchen to herself and people who put their noses into the hot oven on baking days aren't welcome.
She's quite a dish herself with her measurements of 36-25-37.
Amateur photographer JULIE SCOTT (she’s the cute brunette) gets ready to shoot amateur sitter SARA SCOTT (she’s the honey-blonde). It’s just for the fun of it.
Well, it’s a change for Julie to see into the view-finder instead of the-lens, and Sara is just right as a subject for black-and-white analysis.
Any girls who prefer being the subject to being the operator only need to look as gorgeous as Sara or as glamorous as Julie.
In Southampton, Hants, lives ANITA DALE.
She likes working in stylish coffee bars where the environment is atmospheric of the vitality of the young.
It keeps her bubbling.
She went house hunting the other day.
It's the kind of pursuit girls and boys find themselves engaged in when they're going to be married. You need a roof over your head to start with, as it's all going to work against you if you wake up after the honeymoon and find you're out in the rain.
Anita hunting for a suitable house made such an elevating picture that we followed her round with a camera. Hope you like the results.
Spick and Span Extra No 35 - Summer 1970
Don’t be misled we're not inferring that ANNE FURNAESS is studying the glamorous art of modelling. Anne’s all set for a scholastic career. It just happens that she’s a spare-time model and a full-time student hence the heading.
Studying can be a hard grind. It helps to have a record player and a bowl of fruit to hand to lighten the burden of equations and logarithms.
Modelling, on the other hand, is pure fun.
All you need is a sense of humour, a sweet smile a series of nicely- distributed curves and a flair. Result, model student having fun and looking good.
Span Extra Spring 1959
Scottish lovely who's received lots of fan mail is SANDRA McPHERSON, hear about to find out if the hair ribbons someone sent her make her look cuter.
Sandra, a perfectionist, wasn’t too sure about the effect by itself.
By way of contrast, what about swish black nylons to offset the beautiful white ribbons?
Unprejudiced opinions are asked for, but no rude ones, please. Sandra may not be sure about the effect herself, but, man, we love it.
Spick Extra Spring 1961
This way. Oh, okay, said JEAN STEWART, Scottish shorthand-typist from Glasgow.
Any way will do, really. Fact is, you look bonny from any angle. Don’t mind us saying so, do you?
Not at all, said Jean, only I bet you say that to all the girls.
Only to the bonny ones. You’re ever so bonny. Look this way, mmm?
Cheeky lot said Jean.
Spick & Span Extra No 33 - Winter 1969
Looking pretty frilly in her armchair is FRANCESCA YOUNG, a wow of a pin-up girl from Worcestershire. What’s more feminine than frills on Francesca?
You may prefer feathers on a falcon or plumes on an ostrich, but neither would look as cute as Franny in an armchair—or would they!
Anyway, bring us any ostrich with vitalistics of 37"-23"-37" and you may get us re-considering the matter. Meanwhile we’ll stick with Francesca, who’s never so dumb as to bury her head in the sand.
Spick and Span Extra No 5 - Winter 1962
Looking forward to an early spring trip to the sunshine of the Canaries is ELEANOR NOYES.
Looking forward to seeing her arrive are the masculine bravos, and it won't be their fault if Eleanor doesn't enjoy herself. The trouble is, said Eleanor, they're so enthusiastic about blondes and what can you do with twelve escorts every time you venture out?
Try pushing them off the edge of the swimming pool, love.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
As soon as ANNETTE FRENCH saw us trailing our camera equipment over the hill, she had a feeling it was time to get up and go. Indicating, however, that we had gone three days without water and that we’d appreciate it if she could stick around and take the top off her flask of coffee for us, we managed to get her to bide a wee while on our behalf.
If only we could speak English with an Ayrshire accent, we might have persuaded Annette to bide a bit longer, but once we’d finished her coffee Annette went off to a teashop to enjoy some buttered toast and a pot for one. Still, we managed to get a few pictures between gulps of coffee and here they are, and if you don’t think Annette looks prettier than ever you need something a lot stronger than either coffee or tea.
Spick & Span Extra No 12 - Autumn 1964
If that means hiking through the Ayrshire heather with JANETTE GOODMAN, of grousing on the glorious twelfth with Sir Cholley Bentchops, we’ll go along with the ramble. We may not be raving mad about footslogging but we are about Janette.
Janette, girl with the legs you can’t help noticing is just the type to leg it with all the way to John o’ Groats.
Spick Extra - Spring 1961
The nice thing about being on the receiving end of a double knockout, said Fred, is that you don't feel any pain, only a sense of floating around on clouds of cotton-wool.
Moreover, said Fred, you don’t have to climb into a boxing ring for it. It's not that kind of a knockout.
It's all to do with the effects of instantaneous infatuation with a double image, and it could happen to anybody at any time.
Take my case, said Fred. I popped into the launderette with me blankets and pink pyjamas and there they were, both of them. Great chestnut conkers, they was dynamic. There was one who was a gorgeous blonde and one who was a limpid brunette.
Limpid ?
Sure, said Fred, she had eyes like sweet sherry. I thought, well here goes. I’ll chat ’em up while their smalls is cooking. So I introduced meself and gave ’em me card and told ’em when I was free. They was sensational. And all agog like, as I reeled off all the facts about personal accident insurance. I told ’em you never knew when you might break a leg. And then they picked me up, and said, " On your way, grandad,” and slung me out.
Me blankets and pink pyjamas followed.
The gorgeous blonde was TERI MARTINE and the limpid brunette was MICHELE MARTIN, and they both know how to get rid of talkative insurance men.
Span No 180 - August 69
"What's that?" said Nigel.
"Let's get away from it all," said lovely LYNN PALMER.
"Where to?" said Nigel, who had Blackpool in mind.
"I rather fancy an island in the Pacific," said Lynn, "and I could wear a grass skirt and flowers."
Well, Nigel knew a grass skirt and flowers would be out of place in Blackpool, but a Pacific island seemed such a long way.
"How about the Isle of Wight ?" he said.
Lynn pushed him into a pothole. A pothole is the only place for a feller who doesn't want to get away from it all.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
It was an ash tree.
It had been standing there for hundreds of years, greenly complacent in the summer, brownly monarchial in the winter., it hadn’t seen anything or experienced anything to upset it in any way.
And then along came lovely, luscious JENNY SPENCER.
The ash tree was shaken right down to its roots.
It quivered. It swayed.
It fell down.
Not surprising, really, Jenny is a young dress designer who has such an impact on people that all kinds of fellers fall flat on their face as soon as they see her.
What do they fall for? Honey-blonde hair, hazel eyes, lovely legs and a figure of 37-21-35.
Spick & Span Extra No 33 - Winter 1969
It wasn’t like being caught in the pantry with the jam cover off. It was just being caught by the camera when she was out. Hairdresser SUSAN McKAY is so often out it was inevitable.
Susan thinks it's a pity she can’t sometimes be alone when she’s out, but it would be a crying shame to us if there were no opportunities at all for pushing our camera at her through the hedges.
Swelp the barmaid’s bustle, as they say, what kind of great outdoors would it be if you could only photograph corn, gates, bullrushes and cowslips' How about it if you couldn’t once focus on a pretty hairdresser? You might just as well climb a high house and fall off the roof.
“Yes,” said Susan, “why don’t you?”
Spick & Span Extra No 5 - Winter 1962
