I have dozens and dozens of picture sets that I acquired some years ago when purchasing a job lot of books. They have been sitting in my store room since then. But I am having a clear-out and they need to find new homes. They are all of a reasonable quality.
I have priced them to sell and will add more sets as I get the time.
We’ve had lodgers we didn’t even know about until they started leaving notes complaining about the motor in the fridge, and we’ve had lodgers whom we’ve had to way lay on the stairs and speak sternly to about getting their hair cut.
We’ve never had a lodger like DIANA REED. We suppose we must have done something that made us undeserving of same. Diana has a cute apartment in London, and with her experience of interior decorating her own flair here is for the unconventional contemporary (whatever that is)—she naturally keeps the whole thing looking dizzy.
Diana also likes cultivating rare potted plants and keeps tropical fish.
Some of the lodgers we’ve had would have eaten both.
Just a lot of dull, dim savages, mate?
SHEILA BURNS and ADRIENNE ROSS agree that longs are warmer, but are they smarter?
Smarter than what! Than modern brevity. And how about the look of it all when they’re jiving! Passed to you, Claude.
It’s Sheila on the left, Adrienne on the right. Anything else we aren’t sure about. But your opinion is as good as the next guy’s.
While we're on the subject of glamorous wives, here's one who lives in the country.
She's JENNY PIPER, a golden blonde.
Jenny had quite a career going when she was a bachelor girl. She gave it all up to settle down in a country cottage when she got married, and the fortunate feller who married her made a lovely speech all about how paradise had arrived.
Well, what with roses round the door and Jenny around the kitchen, you couldn't call it anything -else but paradise. It's the sort of thing that makes the cynics go off their own egos.
It was four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon when Gus left home. He left a note to say he'd gone to the Lake District. It was there, he said, that he'd first seen BARBARA SCHWARZ, who'd come over from the Continent to see Lake Windermere and had stayed to become an au pair girl there.
Gus's father said Gus could stew in his own juice. He'd never met Barbara himself and thought she was like the rest of Gus's dream girls— undistinguished.
Then Gus sent home a picture postcard of Barbara. Mother said, "Oh, my word." Father said, ' Crikey.” He sent a telegram to Gus. "Come home—all is forgiven Stop bring her with you.”
Gus wrote back and said he would if he could, but that Barbara hadn't even noticed him yet. Please send a fiver.
Continental au pair girls make dreamy picture postcards.
Any girl anywhere couldn't look dreamier than Barbara looks here. Want to bet?
Ornamental cat charm is personified in this elongated statue of a Siamese puss.
The lady in the picture is SALLY McGREGOR.
She's a sweet puss herself. It’s probably true that most women are purringly feline, and Sally says no one would purr more than she would if she could slip into a mink coat.
What about scratching?
"Certainly,” said Sally, "I'll do your back if you'll do mine." Purr, purr.
To cope as cutely as possible with the embarrassment a mini-skirt can cause a girl when she sits in a low chair or gets into a low car, they’re all wearing Long Johns or jazzy reach-me-downs or colourful D.K.’s.
SUSAN SMITH is wearing them in white.
FAY STEVENS is wearing them in pink trimmed with white.
PAM JOHNSON is wearing them in red trimmed with white.
It's one way of covering up. And to think we once thought that post-war New Look was sensational. Have you seen any old news reels lately—the ones depicting that New Look? Even the girls of seventeen look like old maids in it. Marvellous, when you come to think about it.
Some privileged guy called Willi Fritz, we think, is on the receiving end of this phone call from NINA WARTENBURG, blonde Berlin secretary who's wearing the boots to keep her toes warm.
We hope Willi is sufficiently appreciative of how attractive his caller is, even if Nina is only ringing to tell him to send over a small joint of Dutch veal. In fact, we hope any butcher's boy appreciates a pretty secretary as much as he does a young calf.
As sparkling as clear champagne is CRYSTAL FARMER, secretary and glamour girl.
It's a pity fellers can't win beautiful brides like Crystal in a decent competition, where if you can think of a suitable slogan for hot chestnuts, and send it in with three coupons, you stand a fair chance of winning.
Of course, you can't put birds in a lottery, it would send Women's Libbers raving bonkers— and cross as well—but if you could and if you did, who'd bother about football pools?
No one, if they stood a chance of winning a bride as gorgeously set-up as our Crystal.
When she left Hamburg some time ago to come to England, VICKY LANDAU thought well, it won't be long before I'm back, there's my dog Rupert and Willi Albrecht from the shipping company, they're both lovely.
But now Rupert the dog and Willi the shipper are both just a memory. Vicky is still here, established in a cosy flat in London and earning her keep by lucrative modelling jobs.
"Naturally," said Vicky in her fluent native tongue to Nigel Merry-weather in a London pub, "I shall go back one day, probably when I've made my fortune."
"Could you speak in English,” said Nigel, "as I only speak German like an incoherent Italian in a wine barrel."
"Oops, you are so funny," said Vicky.
"Actually," said Nigel, "I'm dead serious, you're the most devastating bird I've ever met, and I tell you frankly. I've got designs on you. Have two more double Scotches,"
"I think," said Vicky, "that you are trying to get me drunk.”
"I'll be truthful," said Nigel, "I'm that kind of rotter."
"Englishmen," murmured Vicky, "are fascinating but much too naughty," And she poured her drink down his shirt front and then conked him with a German candlestick she always carries in her handbag.
I am slowly making available Carnival eBooks (Digital Copies), and have just uploaded the first two volumes - most of the rest will follow over the next couple of months.
Carnival was well known for its £50 Beauty Contest which was so popular in Beauty Parade. Lots of great pin-up photography tips, with many pictures from well known photographers of the time - Russell Gay and Harrison Marks to name a couple.
The Competition section I find particularly interesting, as some of the amateur photographers and models certainly went on to become popular and frequent contributors to many magazines throughout the 1960’s.
All books are scanned as PDF’s as before and at a higher quality, making their file sizes slightly larger that some of the ToCo titles; they are now also all fully searchable.
You can also always perform a site search for any amateur names you may be looking out for.
While I have your attention, I am still short of a few Carnival numbers and would really appreciate some help filling my gaps. If you can help at all, then please contact me. I am not necessarily looking to purchase - just borrow if possible. Rewards could be generous if you can help me out!
I will also, in time, put together a Carnival information page; again, any help with its history is always appreciated. Please do come forward if you think you have something which may be of interest.
Missing Copies.
Volume 3 (1957) - No’s 4 and 9
Volume 3/4 (1958) - No’s 1, 7, 9, 11 and 12
Volume 4/5 (1959) - No’s 1, 2, 5 and 6
There was another girl who got caught up in the lure of the great outdoors, and this one was a Manchester
bird, CHRISTINE FRANCES."I like it," she said.
"It?" said the nut behind the camera.
"The countryside," she said, "you can revel around much more than in a city. I mean, in a city there are all those people."
"So?"
"Well, they look,” said Christine, "and you can't revel around and show your legs without some guy wanting to carry you off to make his Christmas."
"When I've finished," said the camera nut, "I'm going to carry you off, and it won't be anything to do with Christmas."
"Listen, darling,” said Christine, "I eat nuts like you with one bite."
This could be anywhere, it could be in front of a door in a house in Boston, or outside a door in a house in Manchester, although it’s possible the discerning types would all be able to pinpoint the exact location from the knowledge they could draw from the copper pan above the door.
Any precise information would be received with courtesy rather than with relief as we admit to not being bothered about the location. What we do know is that the lady is LEILA SCHELL, who is French and must be adjudged lovely anywhere. And she couldn’t look more French than she does here, could she? Unless she hadn’t gone blonde.
Leila is an up-and-coming star of the Continental stage and films, so if you’re fond of Continental films and don’t get confused by all that dubbing, look out for her at the local Bijou.
There’s so much that’s crazy in today’s fashions for the girl who wants to be gear or groovy, that you can’t blame any girl who goes a little mad in trying to keep up with the unconventional. Which is why DAWN GRAYSON is currently sporting a trend-setting garment of the I920’s— well, she says that’s about when she heard they were last worn.
Imagine it, forty years in a museum and they’re still as good as new.
THERE are some people who like the comfort and security of an armchair better than anything else. The only thing that gets them out of it is the chime of the ice cream van or the coo-hoo of the blonde who wants to share it. If Sir Francis Drake or Christopher Columbus had been like that, nobody would have gone anywhere and the Red Indians would still be undiscovered.
That might have saved Tarnation Jake from being scalped, but Jake being what he was it was the best thing that could have happened to him. To him the call of the wild meant getting there first and keeping it all to himself. Ornery old coot. After he lost all his hair it hurt him too much to keep his hat on and he got sunstroke. Poor old guy.
Nice to know the sense of adventure actuates CHR1STEL BIRKHOLZ, otherwise we wouldn’t see her in the great outdoors looking like an intrepid explorer’s beautiful dream. Intrepid explorers don’t only dream about hidden cities and odd-looking aborigines. They have moments when they’re just like the rest of us.
Christel, when she isn’t responding to the call of the wild and getting lost, is a West Berlin fashion model.
Wake up, Charlie, here comes the lollipop man. Go and get two orange-flavoured ones.
