Judi Batty

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Don't Be Deceived

What's in a name? Only the image of ancestors. So don't be deceived into thinking that the name of this elegant young lady from Dover means anything but that.

She's JUDI BATTY.

There may be really batty people around but Judi's not one of them. She holds down her office job very efficiently and looks sheerly and delightfully all there when poised over her typewriter.

The rattle of her keys is like music.

The office junior comes in and out with tea, brown-paper parcels, and long pieces of string, sighing every time he passes Judi. It's a difficult age-at fifteen who wants to know you except fat schoolgirls hard up for a boyfriend to take them ten-pin bowling.

When a riding horse or playing tennis, Judi looks like every office junior's dream of bliss round a fireside. One look at Judi on a tennis court and every office junior starts worrying about getting pimples.

If I was ever introduced to her, thinks young Marmaduke, and I had pimples I'd just die. I think I'll write off for some anti-pimple lotion just in case. haven't got pimples yet and I haven't been introduced to her yet, but you never know.

Yes, mum, I still love you but Judi Batty is my idea of heaven.

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Emma Getgood

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Gang Awa

And for those of you who need a translation, the sad meaning of the above is that Scottish sweetie, EMMA GETGOOD, is no longer with us.

Emma departed for Canadian shores a few months ago, leaving us with the feeling that there's something missing that matters.

And if we feel that way it's a cert that they're not exactly in the mood for the highland fling in Scotland. Well, no Scot who values a glamour girl like Emma as much as he values his oats can be expected to play anything but a lament on his bagpipes.

Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960

For once, ToCo gave some accurate information.

This is the passenger list when she sailed from Greenock to Montreal in 1960.

What happened to her when she got there is anybody’s guess.

Thanks again to David for this research.

Name: Emma Getgood

Gender: Female

Departure Date: 8 Apr 1960

Port of Departure: Greenock, Scotland

Destination Port: Montreal, Canada

Ship Name: Carinthia

Shipping Line: Cunard Steam Ship Company, Limited

Born 18/9/37

Profession down as salesgirl

Lived at 30 Harreshaw Drive, Kilmarnock before emigrating

Sandra Morrell

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Who Needs A 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 of half-baked propoganda 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 home-made 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.

Spick No 211 - June 1971

Manja Peruccia

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Ballet Is Her Love

If this picture gives you the impression that the first love of Austrian girl MANJA PERUCCIA is modelling underwear in the countryside, kindly jettison the impression. Manja is studying ballet in West Germany, and ballet is her one and only love right now. Ballet is art and arty is Manja.

Manja modelled these pictures for us because we told her she was a real humdinger of a pin-up girl and Manja modestly said she wasn't.

That raised a point that had to be clarified and here is Manja clarifying it in our favour.

Well, do you know any ballet students who can't be called real humdinging pin-ups when they look as good as Manja does?

“Flattery,” murmured Manja during the course of the sitting, “will get you nowhere. What is a humdinger, please?”

“A humdinger in your case is someone who has the abstract or material quality guaranteed to make someone else’s eyes pop.”

“Like pink elephants?” asked Manja.

What can you do with a photogenic ballet student who plays herself down to that extent?

Anne Duke

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Seen My Head?

It's serious, said the man invisible from the neck upwards, I've just lost my head. It happened in a trice. I saw ANNE DUKE and lost it as soon as my eyes fastened on her.

Never mind, with a head like you had you're better off without it.

Don't be unkind to him, said Anne, after all, it's rather flattering, a girl likes to feel she's noticed as much as that.

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Fiona McKay

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The Mini-Kilt

As you all know, the minikilt is a Scottish-styled miniskirt with a tartan pattern and a whacking great safety pin. What you don't know is how delicious Scottish secretary FIONA McKAY looks in her little kilt, so here you are, you can now find out. Fiona is intrinsically bonny, which means she doesn't half make a dishy open-air picture, and with vitalistics of 37-23-36 she couldn't miss. Any enquiries about the lovely effect of porridge on the figure should be addressed to the Scottish Department of Physical Culture.

Spick No 189 - August 1969

Joanna Young

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Also A Lovely Cook

Not only is JOANNA YOUNG an attractive housewife and a mother of four little girls, she's also an enthusiastic water-skier.

And that's not all.

She's also a lovely cook.

How do you do it, Joanna?

"Well, you take a bag of flour, a dozen eggs-" No, don't be comical. How do you find the time and the enthusiasm?

"Well, my husband has this big whip, you see-"

No, be serious.

"It just comes naturally. was born a genius." You were born beautiful, that's what. Good on you, darling.

"Don't be so familiar."

Can't help it. You're lovely.

In fact, Joanna isn't just lovely, she looks like the spirit of animated feminity when she's out on her favorite country ramble.

Span No 198 - February 1971

Annette French

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Waiting For Spring

Spring seemed to be late this year to ANNETTE FRENCH.

She wanted to wear something light and flimsy, something she'd bought from her local boutique in Glasgow, something all primrose yellow.

But it was chilly enough to nip even the most insensitive ear, so Annette wore a warm coat and everything. However, it was supposed to be spring, so she gambolled about. She had to, to keep warm.

She may not have been in something light and flimsy, and primrose yellow, but she still looked ever so dishy.

Wait till the summer comes.

Then she'll put on something divinely brief.

Don't get toothache waiting, fellers. Just compose yourselves and dig up the garden.

Spick No 211 - June 1971

Gloria Worth

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Lilting Look

Quite different from the look which will keep you in the acceptable trouser suit category, is the very acceptable lilting look of the Welsh charmer we found in Flintshire.

Her name is GLORIA WORTH.

All the Welsh girls have a lilting effect. It's the way they speak. Fascinating.

Gloria has been trained in ballet and modelling and how to captivate taxi-drivers without really trying. You know how taxis can pass you by when it's raining. They all stop for Gloria in sunshine or rain.

"Where to, gorgeous?"

"Station, please."

"That'll cost you three bob."

"Will you take stamps?"

"Oh, I've got a right one here. Only stop looking at me or I'll take jam jars as well."

Beautiful Britons - No 137 April 1967

Diane Clarke

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It's No Joke - She Means It

Beauty queen DIANE CLARKE isn't kidding you with her Long Johns. She means it. She likes them. They remind her of the bygone days of the 1920's, her favourite historical era, when the young people first thought up all the mad things to do. Diane is a Middlesex girl and likes to feel warm in winter.

Spick and Span Extra No 35 - Summer 1970

Mugdock Reservoir

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Location Update – Mugdock Reservoir

Susanne Kent’s set from Span No 144 was most certainly shot on the intake to Mugdock Reservoir.

The set was taken in 1966, with the final picture showing the location much as it is now. The trees have grown a lot over the years, but it is quite obviously the same place.

Thanks goes to David for researching this.

Thorn Park Tennis Club, Bearsden

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Location Update – Thorn Park Tennis Club, Bearsden

The Kent sisters, Susanne and Madeline, did a photo shoot here in 1965. These pictures, though, never appeared in a magazine, as far as I am aware. Louise Crawford was also a regular visitor at the tennis club. The final picture of this set shows the clubhouse as it is now; still the original building with its distinctive double pitch roof. It is reasonably well overlooked, but I suppose you would have had to look quite hard to notice from a distance that the girls had shorts on with their stockings and suspenders on show.

Thanks again to David for his research.

Lisa Linnette

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Canadian Scene

All those majestic maples and all those gorgeous outdoor gals you can't wonder we all want to emigrate from the U.K. Look at LISA LINNETTE from Vancouver, for instance. Hold on, Bert, don't go without your hat - in fact, don't go at all-Lisa's paying a visit to Europe this year.

Span No 125 - January 1965

Jan Kerrie

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Here To Stay

JAN KERRIE came to London from Ireland some months ago, thought she'd stay a few weeks to see how unspeakable the English were and then return.

That was six months ago.

Jan is still with us. It's a divil of a blow to the I.R.A., so it is.

Beautiful Britons No 122 - January 1966

Rosanne Stuart

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Girl in a Midi

Well, it had to come, even to a girl as trendy as ROSANNE STUART, the adored pin-up of many a British Army unit.

Rosanne was all for the mini, naturally. The mini, naturally, was all for the best when it came to proving that the gracefully sleek look of Rosanne's legs was all her own. It's not a fundamental immodesty for a girl to be proud of her legs. It's good for her.

And it's lovely for us.

Then along came the midi. Rosanne gave a stifled cry of horror, but what can a girl do in the face of cruel fashion? She could only buy one and try one. "Great disasters," said her bus conductor the day after, "where have your legs gone?"

Ah, where indeed? No, they're still there, as you can see. These pics are just for the record in case they do disappear completely.

Spick No 210 - May 1971