Sandy Blair

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Poetical Pin-Up

Poetical Pin-Up

A girl must do a steady job of work in order to earn herself acceptable board and lodging, but that doesn't mean she has to become as soulless as her typewriter.

If you've got poetry in your heart, as SANDY BLAIR of Canterbury has, it can take more than a rattling commercial keyboard to smother it. Sandy likes to write poetry every spare moment she can get, and none of it starts off on the lines of 'Violets are blue. or roses are red . .

It's much more like

Ah, brooding walls of glass and lime

That soar in concrete grey

Come down, dark walls, come down

And crumble.

Sort of modern and passionate.

Sandy is a poem herself, and lovely to look at as well.

Spick No 246 - May 1974

Mrs Smith

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More from the fabulous Mrs Smith

Maggie McCully

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Maggie

“Have you dropped her down a mineshaft?’’ A question, that, which is typical of many we’ve had thrown at us in connection with MAGGIE McCULLY. Although we’ve never said so, we now admit that we do indeed make a habit of dropping all Maggies down mineshafts. Girls like to go a long way in this modern world, particularly if they are beautiful, like Maggie McCully, and we’re sure the way from the top to a bottom of a mineshaft is very long indeed.

“No, seriously, you don’t mean all that jazz." Listen, Buster, there’s no jazz about it. Ask Maggie.

"All right. Did you get dropped down a mineshaft, Maggie?"

“But of course.”

“What on earth was it like?”

“Narrow. I was scraped all the way from top to bottom.”

Good old Maggie.

Carole Gaye

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Who Was Meant For You?

“I didn't think anyone special was meant for me,” said Orace, “me being nothing special myself, I was just going to settle for Mavis.”

"But Mavis can't even cook," said Dilly.

"That's what I mean," said Orace, "I didn't think I was entitled to make stipulations. Me mother said Mavis would do fine, she said I never knew what I was eating, so what did it matter about whether me bride could cook or not?"

"Still," said Dilly, "you're not all that negative. Look how you fell off the bus that time without breaking your leg.

"True," said Orace, "I was only conked senseless. Anyway, then me Uncle Percival sent me a photograph of CAROLE GAYE. She's a pop singer, y'know."

"Smashing," said Dilly.

"Me Uncle Percival said think big, think ambitious. He said forget Mavis, some village idiot is bound to make her happy one day. So, I'm thinking real ambitious. I'm going to court Miss Gaye."

"You'll be lucky," said Dilly, "she's got a six-foot boyfriend."

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Jo Ritchie

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Waiting for Winter

Looking very photogenic by her fireside is Hampshire girl JO RITCHIE.

Jo, who works in an office in Bournemouth, is staking her claim to the warmest spot on the rug while she waits for winter.

One thing that's nice about winter is a long cosy evening by the fireside with a good book or a thriller on the telly.

One thing that's even nicer is Jo.

Beautiful Britons No 182 - January 1971

Anita St George

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Anthropology Must Have Charm

University student ANITA ST.GEORGE has brains as well as beauty. Since it isn't difficult for us to show you just how beautiful she is, it's only fair to give you a written description of her brains. Otherwise, she'll think - and so will you - that we only care about her looks.

Anita has the keenest brains you could wish for in any girl. She passed her entrance exams standing on her head, as it were. And just to convince you we're not fooling; we must point out that at university Anita's main subject is anthropology.

Anthropology, of course, is the scientific study of homo sapiens. All a of us. A more involved and a more difficult subject than the human race has still to be invented.

It's always sounded like something only Freud could find truly fascinating, but it must have charm to fascinate a girl like Anita. We've sent her an extremely well written note asking her to come up and study us over a pot of China tea. Her conclusions may be somewhat shattering but it's one way of enjoying her company and appreciating her intellect.

Spick No 210 - May 1971

Ruth Cavendish and Anne Scott

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Anyone Seen a Horse

RUTH CAVENDISH and ANNE SCOTT have nothing against cars except the fact that they're full of things like distributors, plugs, tappets, cylinders and knocks. When they broke down on their way to Edinburgh, that was it no more cars. The girls sat down and waited for a spare gee-gee to happen along.

Not only do Ruth and Anne not believe in leaving a broken-down car to thumb lifts in vehicles even more likely to break down, they are by nature much more addicted to the faithfulness of horses than to the mechanics of motoring.

And horses know, you know. These two do, anyway. Robert and Wallace. Just the hint of a pretty girl stranded by a blown gasket and there they are, the noble nags, to take the weight off their sweet feet. And the fact is, friends, Wallace has an eye for a pretty knee and no error.