Jennifer Taylor

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The Way You Are

Now this is as it should be. This is a girl being herself, gorgeously feminine. This is a girl dissociating herself from all that other jazz.

It's our latest pin-up favourite, JENNIFER TAYLOR, who is absolutely certain that to be heavyweight boxing champion of the world is only for gorillas and suchlike. Jennifer is our idea of curvy perfection, and the girl we'd love to climb trees with. It's the easiest thing in the world to get all caught up in a tree and not be able to get down again until the fire brigade arrives. How absolutely thrilling.

Jennifer has begun to enter beauty competitions and you could be looking at a future Miss United Kingdom. On the other hand, if we had our way, we'd carry her off to a desert island and teach her how to make Christmas pudding out of coconuts.

You're crackers," said Jennifer.

Vintage Stockings Archive

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Vintage Stockings Archive

Martina Evans

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Mixed Up Martina

It all began with nothing but good intentions. MARTINA EVANS, sales- girl in the lingerie department of a London store, decided to do mum a good turn and put the cleaner over the carpet.

But before she could say, "Someone come and help me switch this thing off, it's getting recalcitrant," the long lead got all mixed up with her long legs.

From then on it was chaos.

At first Martina was determined not to be beaten, and a rare old struggle ensued. Martina was grounded like an all-in wrestler who'd slipped in a moment of over-confidence. The cleaner whirred and Martina went bump.

It wasn't the bump that mattered so much, it was the indignity. Climbing to her feet Martina thought right, monkey, you wait only for the cleaner to throw her again with a double-ankle knee-lock.

"Well," panted Martina, nineteen and with an ambition to be an air hostess, "you saucy old carpet- cleaner, you."

No more. That's your lot.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Janus

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Janus – Mixed Selection

I have recently been preparing some early editions of Mentor and Janus, and was surprised to note how many familiar faces there were. In its early days, Janus Publications was obviously a buyer of pictures from ToCo.

Most, I think, are quite familiar, but can you put names to faces?

Janus Volume 1 No 6 - 1972

Joan Russell

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Song of the Hot Stove

There's all this terrible talk about getting housewives out of the kitchen and sending them down the mines. It's going to be catastrophic if when you get home in the evening your gorgeous, better half is just on her way to the night shift. It means the hot stove is all yours.

While there's still time the hubby of Scots girl JOAN RUSSELL is making the most of her kitchen flair. And Joan doesn't really want to go down a mine, anyway. She likes her hot stove. She sings over it.

"And after all," she says, "if it's that hot you don't have to keep your overcoat on, you can just wear something cool and comfy."

How lovely.

Spick and Span Extra No 55 - Summer 1975

Spick and Span 2000

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Lola

Samantha Lee

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Samantha

One day Johnny's dad took him to see a pantomime and it was full of hilarious larks like the villain being shot up out of a trapdoor and the dame doing cartwheels.

That's not even kids' stuff these days. These days all the Johnnies want to go to discotheques to see dollies, and the last person they want with them is dad.

It's hardly surprising-except to elephants. Elephants are just plain old-fashioned. The rest of us can easily understand that when London Town is so full of dollies like SAMANTHA LEE that you can't turn round without blissfully bumping into one, who wants to go and see villains being shot out of trapdoors?

Samantha is nineteen, a dancer and an eyeful. She likes omelettes, so if you ever have the ecstasy of taking her out for high tea, you'll know what to order.

Spick No 204 - November 1970

Megan Poultney

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Having Trouble?

Out to see the old ruins, as it were, sweet young thing MEGAN POULTNEY seems to be having trouble with some temperamental suspensory equipment, and there's nothing which troubles a sweet young thing more than a sagging nylon.

Megan is a very sweet young thing, and not only because she works in a confectionery shop among all that chocolate and candy. Megan is a gay, bubbling and lively young lady, and it takes more than a collapsing top shelf to get her down.

With vitalistics of 36"-23"-36" and laughing eyes, who sweeter to serve you with a stick of pepper-mint rock than Megan? Especially if you're only eight years old and highly impressionable.

Span No 110 - October 1963

Helen Williams

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Help Helen

We've seen some eye-catching girls hitch-hiking on the road. But this was ridiculous. There we were, driving along, when we saw this car parked on the grass verge with Helen Williams posing in the door, looking our way. What did we do? Did we take no notice and drive past? Did we stop? Even if we hadn't stopped, our photographer would have jumped out anyway. As it was, we almost caused a traffic pile- up. "Hold it there!" our photographer shouted, running back to her along the side of the road. Obligingly, she went on posing. He started giving more instructions; now and then she tried to say something, but he kept thinking of new poses, taking more photographs.

After half an hour of this, she started getting edgy. haven't got all day", she said. Well, we're not the kind to ignore a hint like that, so straight away we started packing up the camera equipment, ready to leave. "No", she called, "Don't go - what about my car?" "Who wants to photograph a car?" we replied.

"You don't understand", she protested. "It's broken down. That's why I was posing like that so someone would stop and help." We blushed delicate pink. "Sorry", we said, "all we know how to repair is type-writers "And cameras", our photographer added. ". But if you go on posing like that, sooner or later, someone's bound to stop who knows how to help We didn't stay any longer. Our consciences were troubling us and, anyway, it's a terrible thing to see a lady in a temper.

Relax No 12 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Relax No 12

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Relax No 12 - Penny Lane

Relax No 12 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Angie Graham

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What a Weight-Lifter!

Would you believe it?

This lovely young lady is a weightlifter.

It's not for real, of course. That is, she doesn't do it for a living, only to keep her body beautiful. Weightlifting of the right kind doesn't give a girl whacking great biceps and muscles like knotted oak, you know. Knotted oak is for the real grafters and groaners. It's not for ANGIE GRAHAM, a shorthand-typist from the County of Yorkshire.

Angie uses a much more subtle weight-lifting technique. It keeps her trim and fighting fit. It keeps her shapely. And if measurements of 37-23-36 aren't shapely, fill us in with an alternative formula.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Vintage Stockings Archive

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Vintage Stockings Archive

Susan Douglas

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Return of a Stunner

Her fans keep on asking what's happened to her.

Who?

None other than SUSAN DOUGLAS.

Known to all her fans as a scintillating stunner. Susan has modelled for fashion houses, appeared on TV shows and in TV commercials, and now and again models as a pin-up girl for us.

Susan is willowy, bubbly, laughing and lovely.

She lives in Kent, drives her car up and down to town, and looks all leggy and lively in a Kentish meadow on a summer Saturday. There's a touch of deep auburn in her hair this summer.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Margaret Wade

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Simply Delicious

Down in the lovely county of Sussex, where the weather is crisply sunny in winter, you can find the most enchanting views.

And if it's your lucky day you might find MARGARET WADE over the brow of the hill.

Margaret is simply delicious and can take the most aesthetic mind off the most aesthetic cloud formations.

She's a Brighton girl and if we could ever go rowing in a boat with her, we wouldn't mind if we became completely deaf to the boatman's roaring cries.

"Come in, Number Forty-One or I'll fire me cannon and sink yer."

But on we go, rowing over the briny waves and talking to Margaret about desert islands. We remain absolutely deaf.

So, the roaring boatman fires his cannon and sinks us, then charges us for a new boat. Is it worth it?

Well, it makes a lovely dream.