Readers whose hobby is pin-up albums pasted full of photographs of their favourite models can take their pick of the six girls featured here.
In order they are DAWN GRAYSON, DIANE CLARK, ANN GRAINGER, NICOLA TAYLOR, ROSANNE STUART and JACKIE TAYLOR.
Women appear on TV and are heard on radio complaining that it's a man's world. “Why,” they ask, “can't we drive dustcarts, collect garbage, mine coal, man the fishing trawlers, look after lighthouses and be bricklayers? Why must men hog all these lovely jobs, the swine’s?” Dunno. Men are like that, the swine’s.
But LOUISE GRAYSON is a happy enough housewife. Life, to Louise, is what you make it. If you want to make it a life of complaining, that's up to you, but you won’t get much out of it.
“Anyone,” says Louise, “can sit at home and wish herself surf-riding in Honolulu" says Louise,
Honolulu is lovely for surf-riding, of course, but who wants all that water and no green parks?"
Span No 207 - November 1971
One summer day London dolly PINKY SANDS went down on the farm. She didn't really know what a farm was all about except as a place where cows wandered contentedly about, and farmers' sons chased the milkmaids. She had been a cosmopolitan city girl all her life and she found her days down on the farm all loaded with fresh air and fun.
Now she wants to give up cities and help a nice farmer to grow corn and barley and oats. Well, as she knew a spritely farmer's son, she asked him if his dad would like a willing milkmaid who would also be pleased to plant crops. The farmer's son said, "Never mind about what me dad would like, you're hired, so come and drive the tractor from this field to that one."
So, Pinky had a go with the tractor and drove it into a large field surrounded by trees and then said, "What next?" "This suits me fine," said the farmer's son, "it's a rural cul-de-sac." "Oh, you are saucy," said Pinky, fighting him off, "but it's lots of fun."
Perhaps GINA DAWSON doesn't look the same girl in her bikini as she does in her wig, but there's no basic difference. She looks gorgeous all the time, no matter what she's wearing, which is why she's been crowned as a beauty queen. We daresay you'd like it if the girl next door looked like Gina, but you've got your prize geraniums and your giant delphiniums, so what more do you want, greedy?
Ah, yes, there was this villainous miscreant who tied Emily Engadine to the railway line. Emily, the beautiful counter-intelligence agent, is actually none other than PAULINE GORVIN, a lovely Hampshire girl.
Well, some awfully decent bloke rescued her, Pauline dashed off, jumped into her red sports car, and roared off in pursuit of a devilish plot hatched by some unshaven burks who had it in for the Royal Navy. On the road Pauline picked up a dashing captain, they stopped at a roadhouse for a quick steak medium-rare and a bottle of champagne. They stayed for coffee and had a lovely evening, and as for the unshaven burks, they got jammed up in a level crossing and the Royal Navy sailed at dawn, after all.
Before we were indescribably smitten by a fair maid from afar, we were thinking of settling down before our winter fireside in a state of soporific hibernation.
Then we saw JUNE GORDON. She was just going home to Scotland. So, we cancelled the order for winter fuel and gave up all idea of hibernating. A rush of vibrant corpuscles to the head had sent us all agog and it was like Spring in the park again.
In other words, we're off.
We're either off to Scotland or off our head.
June is a secretary and the girl we'd most like to be lost in the typing pool with. What grace, what charm, what fair elegance.
As the coalman said when a hundredweight sack fell on his head, "I've gone all fragile.' It's a feeling of being far, far away.
Very vital is housewife MARIE GRAHAM. She belongs to a keep-fit class, a tennis club, a boomerang learners' cycle-
Hold on, wait a moment, what's a boomerang learners' cycle?
You know about Australia, don't you, thickhead?
Yeh, and about boomerangs, but I don't know about boomerang learners.
In that case, shut up, yes, and not only is Marie learning how to hurl a boomerang and dodge it on the way back, but she's also doing car maintenance and athletics.
Ye gods, that's enough, I'm all-over racked nerves.
So, you should be at your age.
One gorilla met another gorilla.
There was the sound of the most awful thudding crunch. But gorillas being what they are they didn't even notice, they just grinned at each other.
One said to the other, "You're looking well, Hairy, apart from your teeth."
Said the other, "I've found a new kind of nut-look." And he opened his huge great mouth and pointed to the back of his throat, and the first gorilla put his stupid head in and Hairy bit it right off. "I didn't think much of his hair cream, "he said later to his lady gorilla.
Gorillas, of course, do love nuts. Nuts can do wonders for girls as well as gorillas. It's all those proteins. Look at London dolly CARON TOWNSEND. Caron is eighteen and an absolute dish. Peanuts or cashew nuts, Caron can't resist either. That's why she's got a lovely complexion and a curvy figure.
Nuts can do the same for you and make you a stunning 37-23-36.
Not if you're a feller, however.
That's the title the Italians have given lovely Latin MARIA ROLANDO.
Maria, of course, is a genuine Continental sizzler.
Apart from winning titles, Maria has a talent for inventing new dance routines.
Her latest is a hula-hoop samba. All you need is a hoop and a shape like Maria's. The rest is easy.
