Samantha Jones

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Wanted A Cheetah

Wales is full of coal. It's lovely stuff and goes up in bright flame in a decent fireplace.

Out of a Welsh mining village there came not just Welsh nuts, however, but a beautiful Welsh dolly, SAMANTHA JONES. Jones the Eyeful the Welsh boys called her as they chased her home from school. One day Willy Bach caught her and then wished he hadn't because Samantha landed him a conker with her satchel and from then on he was known as Willy the Black Eye.

Samantha now resides in London and lives in an Earls Court bedsitter. She's a receptionist and her pet love at the moment is her snake, which shares her quarters. But Samantha is getting a little worried at the way Sneaky her snake is growing bigger every day, and she's thinking of changing him for a young cheetah.

Anyone got one?

Anyone who'd like to exchange it for a growing snake.

Jenifer and Gaynor Goodman

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A Sister To Assist Her

Cute, winsome and Welsh are sisters JENNIFER GOODMAN and GAYNOR GOODMAN. Jennifer is the beautiful brunette, Gaynor the attractive blonde, and this was the day when Jennifer heard suspicious noises in her room—where Gaynor was surreptitiously borrowing some of her sister’s black lingerie. Gaynor, hearing Jennifer haring up the stairs, hadn’t time to put the garment back and adopted the old and tried course of looking sweetly innocent. This is a look which comes easily to both blondes and brunettes. And also to redheads, for that matter.

"Pardon me,” said Jennifer, pulling hard, "but these are mine.”

"Yes, I know,” said Gaynor, “but do let me borrow them, Sis.” “Not likely,” said Jennifer, “so kindly let go.”

So Gaynor did. Suddenly like. That did it. Over they both went.

“At least,” said Jennifer, “you might have asked me first.”

“But if 1 had," said Gaynor, “you’d have said no.” “At least,” said Jennifer, “I wouldn’t have felt as ruffled as I do now.”

Both girls have common likes music, modelling and men but Jennifer just won’t share her black lingerie!

Inga Svenson

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Norwegian Au Pair

It was in Oslo, Norway, that INGA SVENSON was born.

She grew up to be one of those extremely shapely Scandinavian goddesses and all the Norwegian men who knew her, had high hopes of becoming her life partner, could hardly believe their rotten luck when she went off to England as an au pair girl.

Inga came to look at the country and to learn the language.

Well, when she'd had a good look and spoke the language excellently she decided to stay.

That was even worse luck for her Norwegian friends, but we're not grumbling. Inga is living in Hampshire at the moment and these are the very first pin-up photographs she’s posed for.

What a goddess.

Tessa King

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Cover Girl

We found dark-eyed TESSA KING down on the farm. Hubby's farm, where she helps to keep the furrows straight and the animals well-fed.

You think life on a farm can only build muscle and bone? Can only give a girl a weathered look? Then you haven't met Tessa.

Tessa stays as glamorous as she was when she was a bachelor girl, and there are no muscular bulges to the calves of her shapely legs. If, as a cynic, you want visible proof of this, here it is. How cute can a farmer’s wife get?

Ben's Books

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Strip Lingerie No 12

Manja Peruccia

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Austrian Vista

Actually, only the girl is Austrian the background is West Germany, where M A N J A P E R U C C I A is studying to become a ballerina. Manja has great hopes and high ambitions. She also has the essential talent and a natural gaiety which she eloquently portrays in every lively pose.

Next to her love of dancing Manja has a vivacious aptitude for enjoying life itself its fun being photographed.

Vicky Ashley

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The Birds And The Bees

The bird fluttered coyly about, tweeting and cooing, and the bee buzzed around waiting for the taste of honey. The bird got fed up with all the zooming and humming and delivered a short uppercut.

"Oh," thought the bemused bee as it plopped into the pond, "I often wondered what the crunch was—now I know."

That, of course, is the allegorical story of the modern birds and bees. You buzz around more than you should and clonk, you're on the floor and she's dragging you through the hall and out of the door and you're picked up with the rest of the garbage later.

An absolutely scintillating example of an irresistible British bird is VICKY ASHLEY, currently making a shining name for herself in the sumptuous studios of London photographers. With her vitalistics adding up to 37-23-36 she can't miss. She could have missed if she'd stayed with her job as a manicurist and beautician, but a bee in the shape of a photographer popped in for a trim one day and went away all fragile. However, Vicky took him up on his offer of a sitting and his fragility went away. He had discovered unimperishable beauty, a knockout bird of vivid brilliance.

But his fragility came back when Vicky told him that soon she would be winging her way to Australia.

"Don't go," he said, "think of all those sharks."

"I'll eat them for breakfast," said Vicky.

Christine Barnett

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Literary Lady

Girl with a good book is pin-up favourite CHRISTINE BARNETT.

This should go some way towards proving that Christine has an eye for the written word.

It should also help to convince the sceptics that pin-up girls really do know a book when they see one.

And the fact that Christine fell off the chair while reading this one wasn’t because she wasn't used to books it was just that the book happened to be a darned heavy one.

Janet de Bollett

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Victorian Friday Night

In days of old When nights were cold wall-to-wall carpeting was something you only found in Persian harems. Nothing was too good for those voluptuous Persian concubines.

It was far more humdrum elsewhere. On Victorian Friday nights the bath would be brought into the kitchen and filled with hot water. In you'd get with a great big square of soap and a scrubbing brush.

While allowing for certain differences brought about by progress, we must say that if any Victorian Friday night ever looked like JANET DE BOLLET looks, it could have been altogether delicious.

"Yes, it is a wee bit cramped,” said Janet in her Streatham kitchen, "but if the Victorians managed, then so can I.”