Relax No 13

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That Green-Fingered Girl Next Door

It's been going on for weeks, now. Ever since the summer weather started, the girl next door's been out in her garden, and we've been making fools of ourselves staring out of the window at her and wondering…. wondering, why is she always on her own? And haven't we seen her face somewhere before?

We watch her sunbathing, hanging up the washing, putting the cat out at night, but most of all tending to the garden. We wonder why she takes so much trouble over her plants and flowers - like a worried mother with her watering can, tending gentle kindness. The other day, she bought a bench and now she often sits there for hours, just watching the flowers grow.

But someone as lovely as her, always on her own It doesn’t make sense. But maybe, she's a notorious jewel thief, hiding out from the police till the heat goes down. Maybe she's got a fortune buried in the garden, that's why she sits out there, imagining all the things she's going to spend the money on. Maybe . . . but no, she just isn't the type.

Too quiet and shy.

Perhaps she's just lonely, her flowers are the only friends she's got. We think that must be it, she's so fond of her green things. Maybe we should go and see her, sit on her bench with her and watch the garden grow. But no, it wouldn't be right to intrude in such a beautiful relationship. We couldn't bear to come between her and her plants. So, expect we'll just go on watching. Watching and wondering. Wondering, haven't we seen her somewhere before ?

No name given for this model but I think she looks a lot like Linda Deane.

Relax No 13 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Linda Deane

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Don't Go Away

If there's one thing, we couldn't stand at the moment it's having LINDA DEANE go away.

We're going through a bit of a grotty period just about now, like finding nothing in our little black box and gorgeous girls deciding there are better things in life than us.

If we woke up one morning and read in a newspaper that Linda, our favourite outdoor dolly-bird, had gone off to Greenland it would just about screw us into lacerated finitis. That's some kind of Latin for some kind of depressed fragility and there's no cure except a win on the pools.

Still, cheer up, eh? Linda's doing fine modelling in London and she's not likely to go away yet.

Unless she gets a win on the pools.

Beautiful Britons No 168 - Nov 1969

Angie Holt

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Swinging Angie

Coming alive every evening in the bright lights of West Berlin is ANGIE HOLT, a fair-haired, blueeyed go-go-go girl.

Angie's world is the pop world, highlighted by her passionate adoration of the Beatles and her devotion to all groups which have brought to the beat clubs and the discotheques the music and the sounds which delight the ears and hearts of the young.

During any sunny week-end Angie likes to get into the open air, reserving her swinging reaction to music to the evenings, but it must be pretty obvious she makes as good a picture in the open air as she does when living it up in discotheque.

There's a military look about her cap and dress, and any regiment of signallers which would like to sign her on and teach her semaphore had better apply while they're still under the influence of optimism.

Span No 161 - February 1968

Jesse James

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Survey On The Mini

Being absolutely fanatical about the mini we did a survey on it. We sent an intelligent, observant man with a clinical mind round North London to interview pretty mini-skirted girls.

With a heavy notebook under his arm, he called on 18-year-old JESSE JAMES. (No relation to the American bandit, just a coincidental clash of names.) "Do come in and meet my family," said Jesse, when she found out he was on a survey.

Well, after he'd met her family and been given tea, he said to Jesse, "Is it your opinion that the mini is here to stay?"

"It's staying with me," said Jesse, "I don't have anything else in my wardrobe except ski-pants."

“Oh, do you ski?” said our clinical-minded, intelligent surveyor, and Jesse said she'd love to, and they had a long conversation about mountain slopes and chalet parties and reindeers.

By the time they'd covered every slope in the Alps it was dark outside and time for him to go home and write up his analysis. It covered just one page of his heavy notebook and was all about how ravishing Miss Jesse James looked in midnight-blue ski pants.

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Clare London

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Have You Seen A UFO ?

A UFO, of course, is an Unidentified Flying Object, and according to reports there are thousands of them whizzing overhead.

If one lands on the top of your house, take a note.

One landed on the top of the house in which CLARE LONDON lived. Clare took an immediate note, of course, and sent it to a man at one of the ministries. The ministry sent round two men in uniform, and it turned out to be a bowler hat.

They were quite nice about it, and even if the hat wasn't much to look at, they were extremely impressed by Clare and she made them a lovely cup of tea.

Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967

Annette Ridgeway Le Greasley

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Jump Little Frog

Hello, hello, hello then. Who are you?

I might ask you the same question.

I’m a beautiful prince—me name’s Rudolph Twistle—and I say, you don’t half catch me left eye.

You look like a little frog to me. I'm ANNETTE RIDGEWAY LE GREASLEY myself and I’m sorry I only catch your left eye.

Me right one’s pointing in a different direction, watching the traffic on the A30. I say, you aren’t half a corker, you wouldn’t like to take me home and put me in a jar of caviar, would you?

Why?

Well, it’s all on account of the Queen of Diddleheimer and her ravishing daughter Princess Pinnipot. Me and Pinny - no, well, I won’t bother you with the details, but the Queen went off her tiny nut and in a moment of quite execrable taste turned me into a little frog.

Never mind, you look awfully sweet.

You’re joking. No, come on, take me home and put me in a jar of caviar. Then I’ll turn into a beautiful prince again and maybe we could go off to the South of France together.

That would be lovely. But I already have a beautiful prince. So, jump, little frog, jump.

Oh well, here’s me for that lake again.

From You To Us

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Janet Barnett, Jane Baker, Alison Mahoney, Lorraine Hodges, Christine Boecher and Ilona Weichert

Letter of the Month

I am beginning to like very much the features you run on the mini-skirted girls of your country. I think they confirm all that we read and hear about the swinging scene over there and I only wish I could have a five-year holiday and spend it all with you. We do see the occasional “mini” over here, but they don’t seem to be worn with the same flair that they’re worn in London and the rest of Britain.

I think your girls have something that naturally becomes them and it’s just as if they’ve been wating for a fashion like the “mini” to show the rest of the world how exciting and swinging they really are. It must be great to be part of the scene and I hope you realise how lucky you are.

J. MCCARTNEY,

Etobicoke, Toronto, Canada.

Our girls will love you.

Katrin Dormann

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Reading is Hot Work

It was impossibly warm in West Berlin that day. Too warm for KATRIN DORMANN to go to the office.

So, she took herself off for a ride with a good book.

The good book was all about Einstein’s theory of relativity, or something equally fantastic. It was certainly one of those highly technical epics and not one of those hot novels written by one of those sophisticated American authors. It was too warm for that. In fact, it was so warm that Katrin decided something had to be done about it, even if it was something silly.

So, she took her dress off.

Was that silly?

No, it was rather nice, really, and she felt much more comfortable and a lot cooler. And she looked ever so sweet.

Linda Deane

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Hello Again

Highly reminiscent of lovely birds we like to see more than once is our own LINDA DEANE.

A London model. Linda is also a refreshing influence on a scene, and as you can see here makes just that kind of contribution to an outdoor vista. If it weren’t for Linda, there wouldn't be anything to look at except the bubbling brook leading to the gravel pit. which is full of water, old tyres and floating cardboard.

Linda is twenty-three, blonde, vivacious and cuddly. So are all girls with her looks and shape.

Jackie Bolam and Janet Payne

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Northumberland

Northumbria was once an ancient and independent kingdom. Now it’s just the county of Northumberland.

But it still has its rivers and lakes and hills and dales and its hardy people and its flora and fauna.

It also has its blondes and its brunettes. The Northumbrian men are sort of tickled about that. Typical of the blondes who make the place look well worth a long stay for lovers of natural beauty is JACKIE BOLAM. Jackie is nineteen and measures 35-22-34. She’s a typist who likes best of all to browse around among the Northumbrian antique shops. That’s a change from spending all day Saturday listening to the Beatles.

And, we also have another typically fascinating Northumbrian brunette, JANET PAYNE. Janet is twenty-two. She likes swimming, she loves dancing and she’s dead keen on driving fast cars. She works in a departmental store and her statistics measure up to 36-24-36.

Fred let’s go up to Northumbria for the weekend.

Okay, said Fred, I’ll bring the wife too.

Let’s stay home, Fred.

Jackie Taylor

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And Another One

Just to keep you all agog in respect of the charm of the dolly housewives of this country, here's another one. So, don't go away.

JACKIE TAYLOR has been married three years and everything is fine, thank you. She lives in North London, works as a secretary and occasionally does part-time modelling.

She took a modelling course a few years ago, forgot all about it for a while - getting married was gorgeously time consuming and then returned to it on occasions when she had the time. That way it's fun rather than hard work.

Susan Fairfax

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Just a Single Girl

Not having yet met a boy who actually makes her swoon, SUSAN FAIRFAX is still a bachelor girl.

She doesn't want to get married until she's much older, anyway. Say nineteen or twenty. She's eighteen now.

Susan is a Midlands dolly and it's her opinion that pundits can say what they like about fashion, but nowadays a girl pleases herself. She alternates between a midi and a mini, simply depending on how she feels. Her boy friends like her in a mini.

"They like me, anyway," she says.

So, they like her best in a mini, then.

"So, I often wear a midi just to make them grind their teeth," she says.

After all, as Susan also says, sometimes a girl in a mini feels that a boyfriend doesn't even notice the colour of her eyes.

There's something subtle and psychological about that.

Marianne Harke

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Appointment With Fashion

Model with a yen for the glamour of the catwalk is MARIANNE HARKE, waiting for a phone call from her agent and getting it and having an extended chat about all things bright and beautiful, which include an appointment with fashion, a day at the races, a champagne lunch and Marianne herself.

Of course.