Debbie Winters

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Dizzy Dream

Dreams can be confusing, especially if you've gone to bed on a hot supper of toasted cheese and sauerkraut.

Little men looking like hungry demons from outer space chase you through steamy woods to the edges of fearsome gorges. You do a swallow dive and in slow motion execute a graceful descent to the angry torrential waters below. The waters close over you, embracing you like cold cocoa, and it all gets more and more confusing as you find yourself sitting on a rock sharing a bar of milk chocolate with a freshwater mermaid.

Dreams can also be dizzy. You don't need to have eaten anything, or even have gone to bed. Dizzy dreams can overtake you in the street.

Ones like DEBBIE WINTERS are particularly pulverising. You're transported into a world where you're a Greek hero and she's a fair maiden with classical statistics actually 37"-23" 36" and she's standing by with bated breath as you fight heroic battles with one-eyed Gorgons on her behalf.

When you come to your dizzy dream has gone into the chemist's shop to buy some toothpaste. Debbie likes minty toothpaste. What do you like? Don't answer that.

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Marie Graham and Nicola Taylor

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Having Trouble

We've lately been following MARIE GRAHAM and NICOLA TAYLOR around. So would any man who had an appreciative eye for gorgeous legs and briefest mini-skirts, but that's not to say you wouldn't make it up to your wife by taking her home a dazzling bouquet of roses.

We found Marie and Nicola having trouble with their car.

"Great skyhooks," said Nicola, the one in the rugby league jersey, "talk about modern technology when you have to tow the thing home. I don't know what my husband will say.

Marie said she knew what hers would say. "Where's my tea and muffins ?”

The engine was an absolute mystery to both girls. They looked into it and all over it, and Nicola poked it with a stick and Marie gave it a kick. It never said a word. It didn't even cough. That's what comes of being just a mass of unresponsive metal. Anything else or anyone else would have taken one glad-eyed look at the two mystified but gorgeous dollies and sparked into instant life.

We certainly would.

Well, we would have if it hadn’t been for our aching back.

Anita Van Ecks

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The Girl From Amsterdam

There was once an Englishman who had his luckiest day when he was in Amsterdam. He was on a business trip and it was so concentrated and earnest that he was quite unable to mix any pleasure with it.

Then his eyes alighted on one of the Dutch secretaries floating dynamically around. He knew that if he lived to be a hundred and ninety no other girl could affect his metabolism like this one. She was blonde, beautiful and superb. Her name was ANITA VAN ECKS.

They met. He wooed her and won her. Talk about romantic, it was electric. Now Anita is a housewife in England, living in Acton. Always having wanted to be a photographic model, Anita took the chances offered by London and is now in orbit around the studios of glamour and commercial photographers.

Judie Jayson

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Judie

Established pin-up favourite is JUDIE JAYSON, trained dancer hovering on the fringe of musical comedy shows and just waiting to jump in.

Judie spends a lot of her waiting time modelling for top photographers and getting her pictures in the glossies. You can see just how photogenic Judie is from these pictures. Here’s a girl with that certain something - and that break is bound to come.

Julie Mitchell

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One Girl And Her Dog

You'd better meet the girl first.

She's JULIE MITCHELL from the Midlands, and a very promising student. She wants to be a teacher as long as it doesn't interfere with keeping lots of shaggy dogs.

Julie owns the cutest little pet at the moment. Name of Pinky. That's Pinky overleaf, getting the fond treatment. If you have to be a dog, you couldn't be better off as Julie's pet.

She takes him to the nicest parties. Other girls take boys, Julie takes Pinky. Her boyfriend has to follow on. His philosophy is that it can't last, you can go off the cutest dog when it starts wanting to go to the pictures with you.

Rikki Haynes

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Nice On Ice

There’s Scotch, there's cream soda, ginger pop, tomato juice and anything else in the way of cooling refreshment on a hot summer's day. All nice on ice. And there's RIKKI HAYNES, professional ice skater. 5' 3" of whizzing rhythm.

Rikki at home has a different look, the fact is, its darn difficult getting around the kitchen on skates.

According to her photographer, Rikki's hair is a beautifully fantastic red, and if there's a connection here with the way Rikki burns up the ice, we can't quite see it. Nobody goes three times round the rink on their head except the highly impossible novices.

When she isn’t touring on ice, Rikki lives in West London. If you live around that way yourself and you see a girl with wonderful red hair and a streamlined chassis, it could be our “nice- on-ice” girl.

Julie Mitchell

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Going Glam

Student JULIE MITCHELL is going glam. Well, you can't be serious and academic day after day without wanting to leave it all behind at times.

And at these times Julie puts on her dolly gear and her boots and goes out with a photographer friend. It's a happy occasion all round, with Julie looking long-legged and glam, and her friend looking dizzily into the viewfinder.

Well, Julie in a mini makes a dizzy picture for any feller, and you don't have to look into a viewfinder to convince yourself.

Joyce Matlock

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Music and Housewives

If housewives ever did slop around looking like last night's night out and yesterday's throwaway, they don't look anything but ravishing today.

Like music, housewives have charm.

And they're better than all those free-thinking birds because they can look just as dishy while being a lot more socially responsible. Birds cook baked beans. Housewives cook cordon bleu.

Well, lovely apple pie at least.

Very much a picture of today is housewife JOYCE MATLOCK, who has longer legs than most dollies and a highly desirable aptitude for serving up lovely cooking. Not for all and sundry, however. Just her hubby.

Laura St.John

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Go Chase The Fox

The Madwick Hunt was in full cry after the red fox. The hounds swept by, followed by the riders.

No one took any notice of LAURA ST. JOHN except about ten men, most of whom nearly fell off their horses as they pulled up in stunned delight. But up popped a good-looking sailor who had either lost his ship or didn't know where the sea was.

“I saw her first," he said to the horsemen, "you lot go chase the fox, he went that way."

They all raised their headgear politely and went on their way, and the sailor had a chat with lovely Laura and then showed her over his ship, which he remembered he'd left lying around in Portsmouth Harbour. But Laura couldn't stay for a sailor's supper as she had to get home to hubby.

Laura is twenty three and is curvily tailored at 36-23-36. She fits a polka-dot bikini beautifully.

She doesn't look bad in a mini, either, does she? Her favourite sport is swimming. She lives on the South Coast and during the summer months takes full advantage of the sea.

Tina Reynolds

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Gamesmanship

We're not sure if that's the right word to use where TINA REYNOLDS is concerned.

What about girlsmanship? Or gamesgirlship?

We'll ask the Libbers, they can only chuck a loaded milk churn at us.

But the fact is, Tina's an absolute wizard at badminton and table tennis. You want to see her move. Well, you don't, really. That's the trouble.

When you're watching her moving you forget what else is happening and before you can say, "Never mind about the game, what about you and me going to Frascati's for a candlelit supper?" the shuttlecock has plonked itself in your eye.

That's gamesmanship right enough. Getting you to watch her instead of the shuttlecock so that she can beat the living daylights out of you.

Never mind, it's a blissful way to go.

Odette Nutter

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Order Of The Yorkshire Boot

Looking every inch, a potential centre-forward for Leeds is ODETTE NUTTER, who lives near Kippax in Yorkshire.

But it could be she's just given the order of the boot to some geezer she caught bending. Poor old devil.

Odette is a golden blonde with lovely legs and a nice line in suede boots, and if Yorkshire blokes keep their eyes open often enough, they might spot her one day.

Well, Odette doesn't keep herself shut away, you know.

Kathy Field

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Mustang No 9

Remember This Name

Kathy’s pictured here on a Sunday afternoon, because Sunday is her only day off. Business is so good, it keeps her busy - too busy, almost. And this is why she wore her elegant wig for these pictures. It’s a matter of disguise - we couldn’t have all our readers stampeding down to King’s Road, in search of Kathy, now could we. We reckon she gets besieged enough as it is!

But really, getting back to reality, if you want to know who she is we 'll give you her Who’s Who entry, which we’ve compiled ready for the day when Kathy gets more popular than Ursula Undress. Born: 1947. Brothers and sisters: none. Early interest in needlework and fashion later coupled with father’s capital to start Kathy’s own King’s Road, Chelsea dressmaking enterprise. Successful within two months. Besieged by customers and orders.

Then, strangers in the street will stop and cry to one another, “Kathy Field!" Our offices will be submerged with letters pleading for Kathy’s address. Kathy herself will be moved to some place of safety; maybe Buckingham Palace, because that’s about the only place we can think of where even a student demonstrator might think twice before invading!

Kathy Field. No, we’re not referring to where she is. It’s who she is. We suppose it’s possible to get confused like that, if you’ve never heard of Kathy Field before. But soon, such confusion will be im¬possible. Everyone will know who Kathy is, some day; the day when Mustang has got so popular that every man in the land reads it . . .

Jean Walker

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Micro Mini

If there's one thing JEAN WALKER likes for a table decoration, it's a bowl of Cornish wildflowers.

Jean, who lives in that county, is a golden-haired peaches-and-cream girl. It's what comes naturally when you're out of the smog and away from the concrete. And with her long legs Jean looks fascinatingly healthy in a micro-mini. Jeans are acceptable if she's painting her cottage, but out and about she believes with the boys that legs are to be seen if you want to

Make life look like springtime.

Jean does have a trouser suit and jeans, but they don't quite do for her what a micro-mini does.

Wendy Reynolds

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Mustang By Request

Call in during the morning at Wendy Reynolds' house for a cup of coffee, and you'll most likely find she's too busy to stop and chat. Wendy works at home, so first thing in the morning it's away with the breakfast things and in with the typewriter. Pretty soon the kitchen table looks more like a desk.

She writes short stories - love stories, mostly. We asked where she got her inspiration from, and if she needed any help in getting ideas for her stories. She seemed to think, though, that we were getting ideas. Could we help it, we protested, with her looking so glamorous?

To show she wasn't really offended she took some time off writing and posed for our photographer. Writing romances all started, she told us, when she had a boyfriend editing a love story magazine. The love letters she wrote him were so romantic he fired all the other writers and used her ideas instead. It didn't last long, though. Pretty soon she was so busy writing stories for herself she hardly had time for boyfriends, let alone writing letters to them.

"Nothing like putting your feet up after a hard day's typing," she says. We took one look and couldn't help agreeing with her.

Ben's Books

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Hit No 6