Mrs Smith

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Mrs Smith

Jan Newman

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Bronzed Blonde

Speaking about the Mediterranean, here's an enchanting blonde who got beautifully bronzed on the Italian Riviera. Her name is JAN NEWMAN. She's back at her office desk now and looking as if she's only just stepped off a hot beach.

Mary Graham

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Flower Girl

For a perfect combination, a vase of flowers and a pretty girl MARY GRAHAM takes some walloping.

Mary is a long-legged Scot, black of hair and brown of eye.

And that’s another combination—all adding up to as pretty a picture as you'll find outside of any art gallery.

Mrs Smith

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Mrs Smith

Nicola Taylor

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Nicola

There are times when we like to be in the garden. And if we had a garden next to the garden of NICOLA TAYLOR we'd be absolute fanatics about flowers and vegetables.

Nicola has two hobbies. One is listening to pop records; the other is gardening. She looks dreamy when she's listening to the records and if we had to get lost on a desert island with a record-player we’d choose Nicola to play it for us.

But in the garden, when she's digging up weeds, Nicola looks the epitome of outdoor charm. Not everyone looks like that in a herbaceous border, especially the man next door to us. He looks like a digger of canals and you can’t even talk to him without getting an unwanted clod of earth in your eye.

We'll have to move.

Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967

Nora

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Nora

Nora - Enjoying a quiet read.

Sally Anne

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Dear Mr Editor

My Christian names are Sally Anne, I'm married to the nicest man, and thinking that you'd like to see I've sent these photographs of me. I hope you'll think I'm rather swish and not an oldeworldie miss, it’s just that when the cold comes on, I like to wear my undies long.

I love my warm directoires, yes. call them my D.K.'s, no less.

I think it's really cosy fun To wear D.K.'s all cute and long, In warmth and comfort they're a dream, So please don't say I look a scream.

In fact, you know, D.K.'s are now all the rage and such a wow, believe me truly, if you can. They don't look better on a man!

Spick No 110 - January 1963

Mrs Smith

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More from the fabulous Mrs Smith

Maggie McCully

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Maggie

“Have you dropped her down a mineshaft?’’ A question, that, which is typical of many we’ve had thrown at us in connection with MAGGIE McCULLY. Although we’ve never said so, we now admit that we do indeed make a habit of dropping all Maggies down mineshafts. Girls like to go a long way in this modern world, particularly if they are beautiful, like Maggie McCully, and we’re sure the way from the top to a bottom of a mineshaft is very long indeed.

“No, seriously, you don’t mean all that jazz." Listen, Buster, there’s no jazz about it. Ask Maggie.

"All right. Did you get dropped down a mineshaft, Maggie?"

“But of course.”

“What on earth was it like?”

“Narrow. I was scraped all the way from top to bottom.”

Good old Maggie.

Carlene Thomson

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There's Always Tomorrow

The ambition of CARLENE THOMSON is to win the football pools and travel around in her own private plane.

Carlene knows it might not happen today.

But there's always tomorrow or the day after.

In the meantime, Carlene works away as a secretary and models in her spare time. This doesn't help her to build up a bank account because she's so mad about clothes she spends all she earns on them. But it does help her to look lovely on weekdays and absolutely smashing at weekends.

Spick No 211 - June 1971

Margaret Box

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Lovely In Lingerie

THE lingerie is white nylon. The lovely is MARGARET BOX. Margaret's the London girl with the Spanish look that makes us think of whirling flamencos and lace mantillas. Handsome matadors, please note.

We've never seen Margaret in a lace mantilla performing a whirling flamenco. We're quite happy to see how attractive she looks in lingerie.

Anyone with a preference for a Spanish motif?

Then try Madrid.

Spick Extra No 12 - Winter 1960

Jennifer Taylor

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Looking For a Lamb

Anticipating the early arrival of spring, JENNIFER APRIL ANN TAYLOR went looking for a lamb.

The farmer's creaking old shepherd went looking for his rum flask. He was once a sailor, but he still left things lying about.

Jennifer didn't find any lambs; it was a bit too early.

The old shepherd didn't find his rum flask, either, but he found Jennifer. They came face to face in a misty meadow.

"Great cucumbers,'" said the old shepherd, "who needs rum, me beauty?"

“Good grief," said Jennifer, breaking into a fast trot, "who needs help? I do."

But as she leapt the gate the old shepherd lurched into it, and she was saved by the bong. He didn't come to until Jennifer was safely home and eating shepherd's pie.

Beautiful Britons No 207 - February 1973