Susan Day

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Fresh Air Girl

From nine until five thirty each day blonde SUSAN DAY is a salesgirl in an exclusive fashion establishment, but while that kind of environment might turn many an assistant into a hothouse type, Susan only feels an increasing desire for fresh air.

If ever you lose a needle in a haystack Susan is just the girl to help you look for it. Other girls will complain of cold feet or go on about how a rural atmosphere disrupts their metabolism, but not Susan. Out of doors she's a whirl, indoors she designs new fashions.

By the way, all that fresh air has given her vitalistics of 37"-24"-37".

Beautiful Britons No 135 - February 1967

Jackie Taylor

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How to Lose A Fish As Big As This

Anglers are inclined to be fanatical about their sport and naturally this bothers the fish a little.

But did we ever tell you about how Dan Emmery lost one which was too big for his basket? Stretched from here to here, it did. Absolute whopper. Just landing it, he was, when something very fetching caught his eye. He looked round and saw JACKIE TAYLOR doing a spot of P.T. on the riverbank.

Well, like many other anglers (as we said at first) he was inclined to be fanatical about fishing. But he wasn't as fanatical as all that. He knew he could always catch another fish, but he also knew he wouldn't get many chances of catching an eyeful as photogenic as Jackie.

By the time he came to, the fish had flopped back into the water. Absolute whopper it was, too. Big as this.

Jackie, by the way, is a young housewife who lives in Middlesex and loves miniskirts. So do we.

Beautiful Britons No 169 - December 1969

Are Black Silk Stockings Over-Rated?

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Black Satin & Black Nylons - A Provocative combination!

Staunch devotees of feminine leg beauty would have it that nothing - but nothing enhances the appeal of a shapely pair of legs like sheer black stockings. These artful wisps of dusky nylon enjoy a highly favoured status in the hearts of leg lovers, to whom they conjure up a host of bewitching visions and pleasurable sensations.

In part this is due to the special significance of black as a colour for feminine underwear. By general consent, black is held to be the sexiest colour of all - the most mysterious, alluring, provocative colour a woman can wear in the boudoir - or out of it.

Models in men's magazines are photographed in black more often than any other colour, from stockings and garter belts to gloves and negligees. Figure photographers like black because of the dramatic contrast it makes against white flesh tones. Strippers, chorus girls and cocktail waitresses wear long black net stockings because the customers like it that way. Recently black has stepped down from the stage to become a common sight on city streets and in offices. Try counting the number of girls you see in black nylons in one day. The number may surprise even you, a leg man from way back. Undoubtedly black silk is big business, from Sears to Saks Fifth Avenue.

What's wrong with that? Nothing at all. But consider: are leg fanciers becoming so enamoured with black silk that they're in danger of losing a sense of proportion? Will their senses, tuned in to black, tend to become atrophied and dulled to other shades? In short, are they missing the whole forest just for a few trees?

The girl who sports black nylons is still in a relatively tiny minority. To take the broad view, the vast majority of women still pack their gams in beige and sand-coloured hose, with a few taupes, greys and other shades thrown in. White is still the standard colour for underwear, with pink and blue following close behind as perennial scantie favourites. And by all means let's be broad-minded about this. The narrow view taken by the "black nylon brigade" could lead to missing out on a multitude of visual treats.

Not that black is to be spurned - it is still by far the most voluptuous colour a woman can wear for her "private life." Every woman should include black in her lingerie drawer, for those times when she wants to be at her most alluring and exciting. But sexiness is by no means synonymous with black. To put it another way, if a girl is responsive, she'll feel responsive no matter what colour she wears. By the same token, a cold pigeon will still be a cold pigeon, even if she paints her toenails black.

To be sure, vapor-thin, skin-hugging black stockings are the perfect partners for a black cocktail sheath, as any woman with good dress sense (and horse sense) knows. But she also knows they aren't right with white or pastel outfits, and this is when she sensibly turns to her regular nylons. For the same reason - good taste - she isn't likely to wear a black bra beneath a transparent white blouse, not unless she's trying hard to draw attention to what the bra contains. A harmony of effects in top wear and underwear is what she aims for, and rightly.

Even the model whose business it is to know clothes from A to Z can benefit from awareness of contemporary, everyday tastes. If she errs too far towards the exotic, she runs the risk of appearing bizarre. Black, lacy garter belts and bikini briefs styled by Hollywood creators are all very well, but if a model looks too far-out her appeal will be restricted to a small, specialized audience. The most successful and sought-after image a model can create is that of looking like the girl next door - or appearing to. The girl next door may never wear black silk stockings or lace scanties, but she is nevertheless a very desirable young lady. Beige hose and dime-store briefs may not be the ultimate in sexy attire, but inside them is a living, flesh-and-blood woman. Why not accept her as she is, enjoy her for what she is? There'll be time enough to educate her into the refinements of feminine wear; this in itself will become a pleasure, as she adds to her collection of lingerie and steps into a new world of tantalizing ultra-sophisticated black fashion.

Until that happy day arrives, it might be well for the leg lover to lower his sights and take in a wider panorama. While keeping black as his bullseye, he should never forget his main target legs, legs, legs! It is the overall scene from hip to toe that really scores - the ineffable rhythm conveyed by a pert posterior and carried clear down to the heels. And what a rhythm! It is timeless, awe-inspiring, no matter what stocking shade she wears. Sheer white nylon would not impair the message inherent in a good-looking pair of gams, nor will black nylon enhance it. And if the boudoir should reveal a flair for underthing’s of firehouse red or shocking pink - or even standard white - your ticket is still good for a trip to Paradise!

Leg Show Volume 1 No 5 - 1963 (By Perter Weatherby)

Monika Cann

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Monika

All the way from Switzerland comes MONIKA CANN, and now she's here and making London look brighter than ever we're convinced that we could do with a lot more creamy Swiss birds.

Monika is usually at St. Moritz at this time of the year, either ski-ing down the slopes or skating on the rinks. Now, for a change, she's working in London at a travel agency, and naturally she's sending most of the customers off to Switzerland.

She can send them to Afghanistan as far as we're concerned, just so long as she doesn't go herself.

Beautiful Britons No 232 - March 1975

Lisa Scott

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Speaking Of The Common Market

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

Helena Borland

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Back Office Beauty

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.

Liz Harvey

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Want To Bet?

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

Janus - ToCo Girl Selection

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Janus - Volume 1 No 11 - 1972

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)

Marie Graham and Nicola Taylor

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Togetherness

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

Lynn Remmers and Sandy Pullan

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Help!

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

Fiona McKay

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Mini-Macs

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