Fiona Stuart

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Say Something

Even if it's only goodbye.

We just can't reconcile ourselves to the prospect of having FIONA STUART pass us by without giving us a wave or a smile or a word. You know how it is. You see a girl, an absolute eye-catcher, when you're rushing home from work so that you'll be in time for the twice-weekly serial on Channel 4 and suddenly it's gone.

What's gone?

All that urgency to catch the twice-weekly pay-off.

Suddenly you don't care anymore. You've just seen the most beautiful girl in the world, and you'd give up your fortnight on the Italian Riviera if only she'd speak to you.

She could, like Fiona, be just eighteen, with the kind of smile that makes you feel you've only been standing on one foot for the last two hours. You learn to raise your hat and introduce yourself and tell her what a knockout you are in company.

But she passes you by.

You realise instinctively she doesn't like guys who are knockouts.

You walk quietly away and jump off a bridge.

Love at first sight is the most agonising emotion in the world.

Span No 141 - May 1966

Jane Paul

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Jane Paul

Great picture of Jane Paul looking like she has spotted something in the distance that might interrupt the photo session. I'm not sure if this picture was ever published in a magazine, but please let us all know if you have any information contradicting that. Many thanks to Tocofan for contributing this picture.

Ann - Private Collection

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Ann

More from the private collection of Ann out for a trip in the countryside, giving us some very subtle glimpses of her stocking tops. Allowing our imaginations plenty of fun.

Renate Mender

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Call Me Anytime

To an up-and-coming model, vital statistics and a vital agent are both something she can't really do without. RENATE MENDER of West Berlin was happy about her statistics, which were a very nice 36-24-36, but she wasn't quite sure just how vital her agent was.

"Call me anytime," he had said.

So, Renate called him at half-past one the following day. "Do you have any work for me?" she asked.

"Look, cut it out, love," said Mr. Friedleburger, "I'm having me fruit and custard. Where'd I be if I didn't give myself time to eat, eh?"

"Well, you did say call anytime," said Renate.

"Fruit and custard time is uncivilised, beautiful," said Mr. Friedleburger, "but since you have called there's a lovely little modelling job advertising tropical holidays up in the Swiss Alps."

"Oh, thank you so much," said Renate.

"That'll learn her," said Mr. Friedleburger as he put the phone down, "it's perishing up in them Alps at the moment."

Renate, as you can see, is delicious. Mr. Friedleburger is unmentionable.

Spick No 212 - July 1971

Jean Taylor

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Prize-Winner

A great little sport at games, including tennis and hockey, JEAN TAYLOR of Cardiff can show you more than one prize-winning cup and also a rather lovely smile.

We'll have the smile.

We've got more than enough cups. You can't do anything with cups except hock them, but a lovely smile is like a rainbow after the rain.

Beautiful Britons No 138 - May 1967

Mystery Model - Private Collection

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The Girl Who Stole My Painting

Amongst this collection of negatives this sleeve had written across the top nothing more than "The Girl Who Stole My Painting," naturally, I had to have a look at her. Great boots.

Nicola Taylor

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How Delightful

We can find no other way of expressing our feelings in respect of NICOLA TAYLOR of Hampshire, who is indeed extremely delightful, no matter whether she's modelling the newest style of mini-skirt or the ultimate in modern lingerie.

Spick No 167 - October 1967

Brighton Girl - Private Collection

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Brighton Girl

More from the Private Collection of negatives. I have nothing more than "Brighton Girl" written across the top of the negative sleeves. She has a super smile though.

Toni Townsend

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The True Quality Of Rural Charm

Yes, very well, sit up and pay attention.

The true quality of rural charm lies in the absence of man-made pot-pourri like office blocks and bags of cement. Horses are all right, they fit in fine. So does grass. It's also pretty authentic if there are trees around and a bit of honeysuckle in the hedge adds a quality very true indeed.

A man in a car is out. So is a petrol lorry.

But TONI TOWNSEND is in. This lovely Hampshire housewife is corkingly rural because her charm is natural and unspoiled. Before she became a housewife Toni worked as an advertising assistant, and there was glass and concrete all round her.

Now she lives in the country and goes with the trees, the hedges, and the honeysuckle. Sort of lovely, like.

Beautiful Britons No 169 - December 1969

Angela Shaw

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Long Girl Short Mini

Well yes, that's the way it goes these days. The girls with the longest legs seem to wear the shortest minis. Mrs. Ethel Bubblestoke is well aware of this and every time secretary ANGELA SHAW trips long-leggedly down the road, Mrs. Bubblestoke drags Mr. Bubblestoke indoors.

Mr. Bubblestoke is a retired gas-meter checker and spends most of his time in the garden so that he doesn't aggravate the missus. Whenever he's in the house it's "Lift your feet, Harvey," or "Mind your boots, you lummox," or "Now look what you've done, clumsy." So, they both like it when she's in the house and he's in the garden, with a nice compromise at meal times.

But seeing how easy on the eye Angela is, and knowing retired men can't keep their minds on hoeing any easier than younger men, poor old Harvey gets dragged indoors and put into the cupboard under the stairs whenever Angela hoves into view. While there he checks the gas meter. It's an automatic reflex action, of course. When the missus lets him out Harvey says, "We've clocked up another therm since yesterday, dear." "Yes, never mind that," says Ethel, "out you go and just mind where you're looking.

Beautiful Britons No 156 - November 1968

Mystery Model - Private Collection

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What do you think you would like for dinner?

A Mystery Model is captured in a relaxed pose, browsing through a cookery book while providing us with a nice glimpse of her stocking tops. These images are from the Private Collection of negatives.

Mickey Jines

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Meet Mickey

May we introduce someone we think you'll find different from all those insurance agents who keep knocking at your door?

By all means. I've been having the grottiest time lately; everything has been a dead drag. To make it grottier I got jammed in a tube train yesterday and nearly left my right leg in the tunnel between Charing Cross and St. James' Park. So, as you can imagine, I'm all set for something beautiful to happen to me.

In that case, meet MICKEY JINES, the most fascinating shape of them all in a gingham dress. Hold on there's no need to roll about, all you need do is click your heels and raise your hat.

I can't help it if she floors me. What can I do to make her life beautiful and ecstatic?

Escort her round London. She wants to see the Houses of Parliament Piccadilly Circus and the Tower.

I'll take her by tube. With any luck we'll get jammed in together.

Spick No 174 - May 1968

Michelle – Private Collection

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Michelle

Another model from the Private Collection is Michelle. I have no further details. One thing that I can observe, which may not be evident in these two pictures, is that sometimes she wears a wedding ring. She is indeed a pretty girl. More will be revealed in the coming months.

Martina Evans

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Come Out Whoever You Are

Ah-hah, and whose dark, magnetic eyes are those peeping from behind the fringed equivalent of a Persian yashmak?

To whom do those long, elegant legs belong to?

It can't be Nancy Sirloin, she's gone off to join a sailor in Western Australia in a trouser suit. It can't be Lilian Bullivant either, she lives in a converted barge at Greenwich and doesn't hide behind anything except a sou-wester and a Grecian tarpaulin.

If you're getting repressed and frustrated, bear up, you're suffering from nothing a bottle of hypochondriac solution can't cure. We'll throw in our own assistance by disclosing those dark, magnetic eyes and those long, elegant legs belong to MARTINA EVANS, who has the delightful job of serving behind the frill-bedecked counter of a ladies' lingerie shop.

Take your girlfriend there and buy her something delicately ravishing for Easter. Martina will be a great help, even though her ambition has little to do with selling lingerie.

She wants to be an air hostess.

Come fly with me and never mind about fastening the safety-belts.

Beautiful Britons No 135 - February 1967