Angela Perkins

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Calling Miss Perkins

There was a call for ANGELA PERKINS of Glasgow, and it was all the way from America.

It was Butch, an American sea scout she'd met on a rigger. They were sailing down the west coast to Plymouth. Butch was so overcome by Angela's charm that he fell overboard. Everyone wondered what happened to the poor guy.

He rang Angela to tell her he just kept on swimming and when he finally touched bottom it was at Baltimore.

"That's wonderful," said Angela, "and where are you now?"

"On the waterfront," he said, "and I'm starting on my way back right this minute."

Angela heard a splash. She put the phone down. She went shopping. She didn't think he'd arrive too soon.

Nancy Crawford

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The Girl Next Door

When we're growing up and are beginning to realise that girls are gorgeously different, we all like the girl next door to look like NANCY CRAWFORD, so that we can lend her our library books.

Samantha Davis

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Keeping Up With Samantha

If you're ambitious in an energetic kind of way you'd probably find that keeping up with SAMANTHA DAVIS wouldn't actually break your leg, even if it did other things.

Samantha is just crazy about music to start with, so you'd need to know as much as she does about every composer from Beethoven to the Stones. That would set your mental energies back as much as you'd want, and you'd only have just begun.

Next, you'd have to be able to play a swinging, biffing game of tennis and a zooming, bounding game of netball or basketball, if you must. Add to that Samantha's interest in photography, and if you weren't able to snap a wall-tailed kirtlewarbler on your first day out on the top of a sharp mountain, you'd possibly be dropped or at least left behind.

Well, that's enough of that. Samantha is a hotel receptionist and we'll just keep up with her in the hotel lobby. We know our limitations.

If you must have Samantha's statistics, they're 35-23-36, and she likes flowers instead of chocs when she's taken to the theatre.

Jane Neman

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Wakey – Wakey

Dover girl JANE NEMAN was doing nothing except getting a tan while she slept on a deckchair in the sun. Jane a window-dresser, deserves better than a deckchair.

Deckchairs are apt to be indiscriminate in their choice of victims. And before anyone could say “Hands, knees and boomps-a-daisy” poor Jane got the boomps and not the daisy. Well, at least it makes a pretty picture of Jane’s frills.

Carol Burdette

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It Must Be the Weather

It was all right at the time of going to press. In fact, it was rather enjoyable and we were able to mow the lawn and clip the dog.

Mrs. Harriet Sprog from next door came around and asked who the devil had had the nerve to make her prize Airedale look like a newly-shorn lamb and whoever it was was going to be sued for a million, even if Mr. Sprog had to mortgage the house to raise the money for lawyers’ fees.

It was only then that we realised we hadn’t got a dog.

We assured Mrs. Sprog it must have been the weather, but Mrs. Sprog never notices the weather and is never influenced by it. She can’t understand why it should influence other people and the only time she was chased round the garden in spring by Mr. Sprog was 10 years ago. She soon put a stop to that caper by dumping him in the compost heap. We don’t know what’s going to happen now. Our only excuse is the weather. It’s the weather that induces cute CAROL BURDETTE, chemist’s assistant, to don her longs. The sun was shining, we told her. She said yes, but you can never tell what it’s going to do tomorrow.

Susanne Kent

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Susanne

Model with the modern approach and right in the swing of things is SUSANNE KENT, girl with the Continental look but a sweet and shapely Scot for all that. Susanne is all set to follow in the footsteps of the best cover girls we know.

Amanda Dell

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Racing Certainty

The fact is, when London girl AMANDA DELL goes to the races it's a certainty the bookies will give her the best odds they can devise without actually having to sell their yachts if she backs the winners.

Amanda has got a way with bookies. She's also got a way with horses. Horsey types call her the neatest seat in Surrey. She's a shorthand-typist in the City from nine till five when she's not chasing certs at the races or galloping her gee-gee around the Downs.