Picture contribution courtesy of tocofan. Hopefully, this is another previously unseen picture taken from a contact sheet. Pictures from the same photo session that were published can be found in Beautiful Britons No 109 and 123.
The economic, technological, and political franchise which makes the fundamental concept of the Common Market the first milestone in the march of nations towards the ultimate in international interdependence - Well, go on.
I've lost the place. Where was I?
Approaching the ultimate. I didn't understand a word of it. Don't you ever think of anything except economics, politics, and technology?
Would it surprise you to know I only think of economics, politics, and technology to take my mind off the whimsical factors of life?
What's upsetting you?
My susceptibility when confronted by the whimsical. Girls are whimsical. They're also, shatteringly traumatic. They make me feel as if l've been run over by a milk float. Take LISA SCOTT, for instance. I bumped into her when I was skin-diving. She's a sensation in a snorkel. I felt as if I'd been trodden into the bottom of the ocean by the daughter of Jupiter. Beautiful. I think I understand. Who wants to join the Common Market when we've got independent assets like Lisa?
That's what I was trying to say. Who wants economics, politics, and technology?
Beautiful Britons No 135 - February 1967
I recently received these two pictures. I am unsure of their original source, but as far as I know, they did not appear in a magazine. The closest match I found is Spick No 128 (July 64) and Beautiful Britons No 92 (June 63). It is likely that they are from the same set, but Helena is slightly more undressed in these two. I have made some improvements to enhance their quality as best I can.
Scanned From Negative 1960’s
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Hampshire girl LIZ HARVEY is a sales assistant who has also been a model. She's also appeared in films. But she's quite happy to be modest in her ambitions, and she has only one real burning desire. That's to lay a winning bet on a hundred-to-one Derby shot and see it come first past the post.
Liz, you see, loves a gamble. She'll bet on anything except strip poker. At strip poker she's pretty sure that the fellers use the crookedest methods to get a girl down to her undies. And these days, she says, undies are so brief that when a girl is down to them it can be terribly draughty. Aside from enjoying a gamble, Liz also loves skating and surfing, riding and dancing.
At twisting and swinging in a discotheque or galloping a horse through the New Forest, Liz is conspicuously eye-catching.
You can bet on that.
Span No 205 - September 1971
Picture contribution courtesy of tocofan. Hopefully, a previously unseen picture of Nicola Taylor. I have worked on it a little to improve the quality.
A selection of ToCo favourites spotted in an early edition of Janus. Quite a few ToCo models were to be found in these early editions of Janus. I guess ToCo sold the pictures to them.
Lets put some names to faces. I will start things of with a nice easy one.
Dawn Grayson - Picture 6 (Bottom Row)
It wasn't all that psychedelic, really, just an afternoon out for two rather dishy housewives, MARIE GRAHAM and NICOLA TAYLOR. Nicola, as you'll know, is the one helping herself to a sit-down.
Still, it was a lot of fun. There wasn't really enough room for both of them to take a seat, so they just took turns.
They fell out a bit when Nicola fell off and said, "I didn't actually fall, I was pushed."
"Yes, well," said Marie, "you were taking my turn as well as your own, and my feet hurt after that long walk.'
They compromised at that and managed to share the chair after all. It was amicable togetherness then until Nicola folded Marie up in the perishing thing.
"Help," said Marie, "what shall we do now?" "Go home and get dinner ready for our marital mates," said Nicola.
Some husbands are dead lucky.
Span No 205 - September 1971
Gad, the confusion.
And any moment there'd be a charabanc chockful of fellers going by, and every feller would have his eye glued not to LYNN REMMER'S chestnut-gold hairdo but to her pre-mini suspenders and her mum's stocking-tops. Well, her mum was the only close friend she knew who still wore stockings, and Lynn had borrowed a pair for her chum SANDY PULLAN too.
But pre-mini items all became confusion when Lynn got her skirt caught in the car door.
"Quick!" she begged Sandy.
"I'm doing my best," said Sandy, who wasn't, in fact. She was pushing instead of pulling, and the door stayed firmly shut on Lynn's skirt. And the postman was passing by.
"Nice," he said, looking at Lynn's stocking tops.
"No, go away, you cheeky thing," blushed Lynn, "and anyway, they're my mum's and she'd set the dog on you if she thought you were looking."
The postman had had some of the dog.
"Help," he said and hurried on his way.
And for the rest of the day, it was all sequestered calm for Lynn and Sandy, and they looked quite, quite charming.
Spick No 253 - December 1974
Up in Scotland the place is full of lovely Macs.
White-booted, long-legged, mini-skirted FIONA McKAY is one of the really eye-catching residents, and if ever a mini made a Mac look like the best view in the glen, this is the one.
In Victorian and Edwardian times, the most popular Scottish pictures were all based on highland stags at bay.
Bonny dollies like Fiona have changed all that. Tourists flock over the border to photograph the Loch Ness monster and return with colour snaps of mini-Macs.
Can you think of anything nicer to show the folks back home in Arkansas?
Mini-skirts may not be the ideal garments in which to climb about, but if Fiona isn't bothered, why should you be?
If you have any girls in your office like Fiona, treat them nicely. They're valuable. They make the office look vital and vibrant, and it doesn't half impress the overseas clients.
Span No 177 - May 1969
There were these two girls, you see. One of them runs a boutique in
Bournemouth and the other one came in to buy something.
Blonde MARILYN WARD runs the boutique and the girl who came in to buy was PAULINE GORVIN. So, round the hangers they went and the conversation was something like this.
"Ah. Um. I wonder?"
"Yes, it's fab, isn't it? Try it on."
"Oh, but how about this one?"
"It goes awfully well with a coke."
"I like plum juice. Do you like plum juice?"
"I like it in a plum pie. Were you out with that boy from the travel agency last night?"
"Cheeky devil tried to sell me a ticket to Singapore. On a banana boat of all things. Oh, isn't that sweet? Is it my size?"
"Costume jewellery is all the rage with that style, you know."
"Yes, I know. I wish you didn't have such a marvellous stock; I'd like to buy so much of it, but I can't, I'm saving up to go to Spain”.
"I went there last year. Aren't those matadors slinky?"
"I can look after myself, it's those poor bulls I feel sorry for. Do you know, I really think I like this dress best."
"Honestly no, really it looks super."
"Well, I'll have it."
"But, Pauline, it's the one you were wearing when you came in.
Born in Oslo, Norway, INGA SVENSON grew up to be a Scandinavian beauty and then, when she was twenty-one, came to England.
She came as an au pair girl to perfect her English and to see something of the country and its people.
Now, having been with us eight months, she wants to settle here. Keen on ballet, Inga would very much like to enter this world of beautiful ballerinas and exquisite music.
Long-legged and lithe at five feet six, with vitalistics of 35-23-35, she's just right for a ballet company. For a girl with such artistic ambitions, it would be frustrating to end up as a courier for Norwegian visitors to London. But Inga isn't going to be frustrated if she can help it.
People who live in concrete jungles hardly know about the beauties of nature except when they go to the Costa Brava once a year and see all the striped umbrellas and the consumable octopi.
Outside the towns nature still thrives. Inside the towns there are lovely girls to look at, and this so compensates some lovers of human beauty that they don't care if they never see another blade of grass.
MARIE FITZGERALD, a secretary, is considerably easy on the eye. Put Marie in an outdoor location and she looks even better. But what about the trees, they're lovely too, ‘aren’t they?
What trees?
