Marilyn Ward

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Cover Girl

Making our cover look colourful and fetching this month - at least, that was our intention - is Bournemouth boutique girl MARILYN WARD. Marilyn was a model before she took over her boutique.

We usually buy our clothes from Ernest's in the High Street not far from here, but if Marilyn would only stock bowler hats and pin-stripes we'd give up going to Ernest's.

Ernest is quite nice and always very polite. Nothing is too much trouble when he's explaining and illustrating the merits of a forty-guinea waistcoat.

"Look, we don't wear waistcoats."

"Then sir is losing the opportunity to become utterly ravishing, sir." "Look, we bet Marilyn Ward wouldn't try to sell us forty-guinea waistcoats when all we want is a pair of socks with a red stripe.' "Sir is joking, of course. Sir is vainly resisting. Hold him, Montgomery, hold him, Lancelot. There. Now what does sir think of himself? Sir looks beautiful. How can sir think of mere socks when sir is adorned in a waistcoat like that?"

"All right, you win. We'll have it on the never-never. Put it in some brown paper and deliver it. We're off to Bournemouth to buy a pair of socks."

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Jill Lucienne

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Skaters Waltz

JILL LUCIENNE is a girl with many talents, but roller skating is not one of them. Don't let this upset you - a girl can't have everything, particularly when she's so well endowed by Nature.

As you can see, Jill isn't taking it at all seriously, although she has every reason to look less happy about it - than she should, considering you can't hit the deck on roller skates without shaking every bone in your body.

Jill trying to get the better of roller skates reminds us of the blonde who refused to be intimidated by the closing doors of tube trains - you can't win without extra-sensory perception. One summer evening the blonde, refusing to be perturbed by the threatening swish of the closing doors, unhurriedly and gracefully alighted at a station that shall be nameless.

Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960

Helene Du Bois

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The Move

When HELENE DU BOIS decided to move from a provincial town to London, she thought she was taking quite a chance.

But London received Helene with open arms, and the photographers, who suffer from headaches in their continual search for true beauty, threw away their aspirins and loaded their cameras with light and revelation. Every one's ever so nice, said Helene.

Who couldn't be?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Sandra Norvic

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Quite Delightful

Secretary SANDRA NORVIC really is quite delightful. With brown eyes that can melt the iron resolution of a Muscovite and lovely legs that can make you realise how she adds to the look of a garden swing, Sandra is just the girl we'd like to share our luncheon voucher with.

Not a bit like Chrissie Moreweather. When she sat on our garden swing she bent it, and when she met her first Muscovite, she put her glasses on and talked politics with him.

Sandra is essentially feminine. Politics send her to sleep. She likes pop music, pop art and exotic cooking. She looks heavenly in a kitchen, and fascinating over a hot stove. She thinks men are delicious. Some are so delicious she could eat them. Anyone like to be cooked in a hot oven?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Marita Saunders

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Winter Sport

They love her in St. Moritz or Zermatt or any of those other places where winter sports are generally adored.

Her name is MARITA SAUNDERS.

Marita is a Croydon girl, with a job in London, and if there's one thing, she likes more than any other it's gliding down the side of a mountain on skis. She's a winter sport of delicious grace, curve, and charm.

Next time we know a photographer who's thinking of gliding down the same mountain at the same time as Marita, we'll get him to snap her in flight, and we only hope he won't end up flat on his back or head-over ski pants in the branch of an Alpine tree for taking his eye off the mountain and fixing it on Marita instead.

It could happen. Marita in a ski suit looks a lovely 38-24-37.

Yoo-hoo.

Spick No 210 - May 1971

Sue Seymour

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Office Graduate

The head of the department was delighted to discover that the new shorthand-typist was so proficient. It was a joy to see her tapping the keys so efficiently. Her name was SUE SEYMOUR, and the head of the department looked forward to a long stream of beautifully typed letters that would suitably impress the recipients.

Unfortunately, an agent spotted Sue during her lunch break one day and was as impressed by her looks as the head of the department had been impressed by her work. So, Sue graduated from shorthand-typing to modelling in very quick time indeed, leaving the head of the department quite distracted. Really efficient shorthand-typists who are also a pictorial adornment naturally create a nostalgic void when they depart never to return. But Sue, who is eighteen, tall, and measures 34'-23'-34', is so right for modelling that her graduation was inevitable.

Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967

Pauline Gorvin

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Hopeful

Young and hopeful is PAULINE GORVIN.

She likes dressmaking and dancing, but her hope in life is to become a model. Ah, beauty in all its pristine bloom, ah, life in all its mesmerising enchantment, what glamour there is in the hope of one so favoured. "Really," said Pauline, blushing a bit, "there's no need to go on like that."

What, shall the practicalities of life's cut and thrust reduce us to unromantic grunts? May we not be poetical and lyrical about thy liquid brown eyes and thy lilting loveliness?

"Oh, all right, then,' said Pauline, "only don't make me giggle too much or my coat might slip.'

Span No 167 - July 1968

Francoise Prouzeau

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French Lesson

All right, you at the back there in driving goggles, what's the French for ambivalence? Don't know, do you? Thought you didn't. Got your nose immersed in some lurid pin-up magazine, I suppose? Don't care about French lessons, do you? Don't like my teaching methods, I suppose?

Don't like my face, probably. Rather have your French taught by some oo-la-la bird from Paris in a mini-skirt, of course. A lot of good that would do you.

Well, teacher had no sooner delivered himself of that irate piece than into the classroom walked the most fascinating oo-la-la shape from Paris, whose name was FRANCOISE PROUZEAU and whose smile sent the class reeling and knocked teacher cold.

Francoise was only on a very short visit to England, but my word (said teacher afterwards) she was the one person who could make that idle, incompetent class of mine sit up and listen. It didn't do them any good, though, I said it wouldn't. Now she's gone they just slump about and chew peanuts. By the way, headmaster, I'm getting a transfer to a college in Paris. Francoise is a student there. Here's my notice.

Spick No 176 - July 1968

Angeline Dunmore

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Sultry Look

Giving us the full benefit of that sultry look is ANGELINE DUNMORE. To look at Angeline you'd probably think she's the kind of sophisticated beauty who lounges around all day merely looking glamorous for the camera.

We exclude the smart guys who live by the maxim that nothing's so deceptive as looks.

In actual fact, Angeline's a busy housewife and mother, and prefers the kitchen to the studio.

It so happens that both Angeline and her hubby like to eat.

Thirsty consumers of highballs sometimes consider eating a mere chore between drinks, but not Angeline.

Cooking itself may be a chore, but not the end product. What could be more appetising than ravioli served a la oomph by a housewife more appealing than the dish itself?

Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960

Jan Newman

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Quite Moment

You too can suffer from aching feet when overcrowded buses force you to walk home from the office.

JAN NEWMAN felt just that way the other day. So, when she got home, she put her feet up and had a quiet moment with a book. It was utter bliss. It would have been even more so if she could have got her shoes off, but for the first five minutes she couldn't. It's those hot Bournemouth pavements.

''Honestly,' said Jan, "you might not believe it, but my toes were giving off smoke.' Never mind, Jan, your shoes look very pretty.

Span No 167 - July 1968

Louise Grayson

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River View

You can't beat the peace and quiet of a river view. Berkshire housewife LOUISE GRAYSON lives close to the Thames and whenever she wants to get away from it all she wanders off to find a secluded spot. And there she makes the view look even better than before.

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Andrea Kaye

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Happiness

Not for Dorset girl ANDREA KAYE is the dubious value of wanting fame and fortune.

Happiness to Andrea is in the simple things. Her one ambition is to get married to a really nice guy, to become a wife and mother and to let everyone else worry about finding a goldmine.

Andrea enjoys walking, dancing and good books.

She’s vivacious, healthy and deliciously uninhibited. Anyone who needs a psychiatrist is bonkers, she thinks.

She could be right.

Pamela Johnston

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Westward Bound

Off to North America to become a secretary to a tycoon is PAMELA JOHNSTON of Glasgow.

Lucky old tycoon.

Beautiful Britons No 122 - January 1966

Dawn Grayson

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Sunshine Girl

Girl we'd most like to bake in the sun with must be DAWN GRAYSON because not only is Dawn better to bake with than the average gas inspector, she also lends a sympathetic ear to our complaints about tax inspectors.

Tax inspectors can be quite human. It's just that they're indoctrinated by the pressure of allowances and code numbers and it's difficult for them to understand why you spend more than you earn.

Dawn says her tax inspector is awfully nice.

Dawn's tax inspector says she's awfully nice herself They have a rapport, and this is maintained in the easiest fashion as long as Dawn doesn't use her tax demands for lighting cigars.

She wouldn't dream of it.

We would.

Beautiful Britons No 137 - April 1967