Caroline Adams

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Exhileration

Never mind the crises, which are always with us; anyway. Concentrate on the fact that being alive in this wonderful world of lush pastures is far better than being just a cold, stark stiff in the ground.

Look at CAROLINE ADAMS.

There's exhilaration for you, as well as a saucy wink.

Caroline is all set to look ahead, while glum blokes like Fred are looking back and talking about what it was like when Robin Hood was alive. All merry jostling and jousting in Nottingham and dancing the Maybell with buxom maids.

What's the Maybell?

Well, if you make a hit, it's a real ring-a-ding for a night and a day.

Span No 234 - February 1974

Jane Walters

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Student Protest

They were getting ever so restive at college, and it looked as if one of them their rackety protests was in the offing.

It was all over student JANE WALTERS.

Someone had said she was leaving, that she'd been offered a glamorous and lucrative career among the exotic hoi pollo of telly commercials.

Several hairy students said they'd fall down dead if Jane left. To keep themselves from thinking too traumatically about this dread fate they began to prepare banners, slogans, and sit-ins.

Then along came Jane, carrying her books and lecture notes. Stepping daintily over students who were going one degree farther than a sit-in with a lie in, she asked what all the fuss was about. When told she was the focal point, like, she giggled and said, "Thanks ever so, fellers, but I'm not leaving, I only do modelling when I'm on vacation."

Joyful relief abounded, and in deep gratitude they all made good resolutions for the New Year. Like taking the fluff out of their beards.

Span No 234 - February 1974

Sandra Morrell

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The Impeccable Look

The phone had been replaced a long time ago, the date for dinner at a lamplit bistro in Chelsea had been fixed and all SANDRA MORRELL had to do was to gild and dress the lily and get there.

She being the lily, of course.

"Hurry up," said her flat mate, "you'll be late.' "Any moment now," said Sandra, "I'II be ready."

Sandra is a girl who can't be hurried under any circs. She likes to be absolutely sure that when she is dated, she looks impeccable. Charlie Greyduck thought that impeccable was something to do with nuts roasted in an iron pan, over an open fire, but dead ignorance keeps Charlie where he is, right at the back.

Anyway, by the time Sandra was ready she did look impeccable and lovely beyond anything. Except that as she came down the stairs her flat mate, Henrietta, said, "Not in that mini, you are silly, you'll have to change it for a maxi. Or put stretch tights on."

"Oh sorry," blushed Sandra, "I forgot."

She shouldn't have worried. Chelsea would have looked and loved. You don't have to be conformist to be impeccable. Not in Chelsea, anyway.

Span No 207 - November 1971

Shirley Linden

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Something Comfortable

When a woman gets into something comfortable, she can't half look like a sailor's dream of a transcendental mermaid.

There are exceptions of course, like untidy women in rotten old dressing-gowns.

Still, live and let live, we can't all be exotic film stars.

And we can't all be like SHIRLEY LINDEN, either. Some of us have to sit up all night keeping the lighthouse going. One way of making the time pass blissfully is thinking about Shirley in something comfortable.

Looks a knockout, don't you think?

Shirley of course, is a model. All models look ravishing in something comfortable. Aside from all the glamour of it, Shirley could design her own interior decor and whitewash the garden wall as well. She likes cooking, reading and going round the art galleries.

Span No 182 - October 1969

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection

Janus - Vol 1 No 9

More familiar faces, but can you name them?

Rachael Collins

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Rachael and the Birdman

Brown eyes and chestnut hair look lovely on any bird, particularly RACHAEL COLLINS.

And in conjunction with a curvy chassis of 36-23-36 what a pretty picture all over, like. The birdman tapped on the window. A birdman is a goggle-eyed follower of pretty pictures,

"Can I come in?" he said.

"You can get lost," said Rachael, "and if you don’t, I'll call my mum, she's a karate chopper."

"It's cold out here,' said the birdman, wiping the frost off the window to get a better goggle.

"Well, hard luck, you big stiff," said Rachael, and opening the window she clouted him with a marble vase and knocked him cold. He was a literal big stiff in minutes and when the dustmen came along, they collected him up and shovelled him into the chute.

Spick No 231 - February 1973

Maureen Stocks

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Tops Vs. Tights

Entering the current contest in which old-fashioned stockings are trying to make comeback and tights are fighting a rear-guard action is MAUREEN STOCKS.

Well, when it comes to illustrating what an impact a really decent stocking top can make in the contest, you can't miss with Maureen as the model.

On the other hand, Maureen isn't always around your way. Never mind, ask your girlfriend to participate. If she's a confirmed tights wearer, talk to her in a roaring voice.

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection

Janus Volume 1 No 12

More familiar faces, but can you name them?

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.

Michelle Dolan

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It's Lovely in Yorkshire

It's always lovely in Yorkshire, actually. It's got grandeur.

It's got dishy girls.

It's got MICHELLE DOLAN.

Michelle lives in Bradford, she's nineteen and her vitalistics for the mathematically-minded-add up to 37"-21 "-34".

In case you live in Dorset and are thinking of writing to Michelle and asking her to leave Yorkshire to live in a Dorset cottage with you, don't bother. Michelle is quite happy, thank you. Move your cottage to the Yorkshire Moors and propose to her up there, and then she might be so impressed by your burning devotion that she'll think about it.

You can't expect to win the loveliest things in Yorkshire without making some sacrifices.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection of Models

Selection of models all taken from Janus Volume 1 No 10 - 1972.

 We can all spot Dawn Grayson in the bath referred to here as Janet, but can you spot and name any others.

Janus Volume 1 No 10 - Janus Publications 1972

Christina Frances

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Back To Alma Mater

It was a blushing ex-pupil who went back to her alma mater in the spring. Lovely CHRISTINA FRANCES of Manchester had forgotten how many beans make five and what the French was for, "I'm sorry, but I am otherwise engaged, m'sieu."

Christina travels extensively on modelling assignments, and in a month takes in such places as Tunisia, Spain, Majorca, Corfu and Paris. It's in Paris that confusion sometimes sets in, when an admiring and gallant Frenchman asks for the enchantment of her company to dinner and Christine can't think of quite the right words to tactfully discourage him.

So, when she had a moment or two in the spring, she went back to her college to brush up her French. Having grown into a very shapely lady since she left, she found her old school uniform didn't quite fit. The new sports master was quite delightfully agog, and Christina blushed rosier, especially when he said, "Never mind the French, come and try the parallel bars in our new gym."

Spick No 260 - July 1975

June Palmer

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June Palmer - Beau No 1 - June 1966

To regular readers of men's publications, London's luscious June Palmer is hardly a new face and figure, having already graced many pages of magazines. But, as she eagerly embarks into the year of 1966, June has hopes of spreading her fame to become the new symbol of sex appeal among that yet unenlightened segment of the population which constitutes the world-at-large.

To lend even more assurance to what a sure thing is already, June plans to conduct part of her campaign outside the field of figure modelling where her strength is unquestioned. An accomplished dancer and graduate of London's famous Windmill Theatre which had Britain's most complete stock of beautiful, naked showgirls June has plenty of credentials to go with her curves. And her curves are not unnoticed, either. Her lustrous 38-23-37 proportions have been astounding British lensmen, lately, as regularly as old Big Ben strikes the hour.

Armed, as it were, with devastating legs and torso, June is about to venture into the new year in search of new horizons. Stage musicals in London are her first target, to be followed by a tour of continental clubs, then television, and finally perhaps motion pictures. Considering, however, that her pictures do not need motion to set the world afire, it will be no great tragedy if she decides to ignore the movies. She has always been somewhat suspicious of the way the flicks trap girls in a rat race of a life filled with broken promises, broken hearts, and broken marriages. Such an existence, she says, is not her "cup of tea." The more sedate life of the theatre, and even that of modelling, makes up for smaller pay- checks with smaller headaches.

Currently, June lives in London with her pet Budgerigar (whatever that is) and spends her daytime hours posing for glamour cameras. At night, she enjoys what she calls her "Three M Game." It has to do with Men, Money, and Music. And on weekends, she drives in the country in her sleek white Triumph. Trouble is, her bad driving and good looks are a calamity in traffic, so the Bobbies have put up warning signs along her route "Dangerous Curves Ahead."