Elizabeth McGregor

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Hi, Mac!

Scottish down to the last tartan is ELIZABETH McGREGOR, and none so bonny-looking with a skipping-rope as she. In days of yore, Elizabeth's ancestors battled it out to clash of claymores and the gnash of teeth, but Liz contents herself today giving all her energies to skipping a light fantastic.

Some girls may write better poetry, and some may be better at making wool rugs.

Other girls may even be better than Liz at looking after horses or wall-papering the kitchen.

But lead us to any who better represent the bonny characteristics of the Scots and you'll be on knowing terms with the best.

Span No 110 - October 1963

Mrs Smith

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Mrs Smith

Diane Weber

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Getaway Go Girl

"I don't see what's wrong with me being an expert on cars," Diane Weber told us. 'Some girls take up gardening as a hobby, the ones that talk about having green fingers. Me, well She held up her hands, stained with black grease and gave us a smile which made us class her straight away as the prettiest motor mechanic we'd ever met.

Later, when she'd restored her skin to its more natural creamy-white state, we persuaded her to stand posing by her car instead of lying under it. We thought our readers might want to see more of Diane than just a pair of feet...

She's an amateur rally enthusiast, uses the car for shopping in the town during the week, but at weekends you can see her taking it ploughing through mud and over hillsides, matched against men who may be stronger than she is, but have no less determination.

Doesn't she think it's un-feminine? "Nonsense," she said. "Un-feminine is just the sort of word men use to keep a girl in what they think is her place. They don't like the idea of a girl being better at something than they are. It's only because they're unsure of themselves. It scares them." You can't have it plainer than that! But despite all she says, Diane's the last person we'd describe as the pushy, dominant type. We might not be happy racing against her when she's in her car; but we assure you, when she's out of the driving seat, she's as charming as she is glamorous.

Relax No 13 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Susan Douglas

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Return of a Stunner

Her fans keep on asking what's happened to her.

Who?

None other than SUSAN DOUGLAS.

Known to all her fans as a scintillating stunner. Susan has modelled for fashion houses, appeared on TV shows and in TV commercials, and now and again models as a pin-up girl for us.

Susan is willowy, bubbly, laughing and lovely.

She lives in Kent, drives her car up and down to town, and looks all leggy and lively in a Kentish meadow on a summer Saturday. There's a touch of deep auburn in her hair this summer.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection of Models

Selection of models all taken from Janus Volume 1 No 10 - 1972.

 We can all spot Dawn Grayson in the bath referred to here as Janet, but can you spot and name any others.

Janus Volume 1 No 10 - Janus Publications 1972

Margaret Wade

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Simply Delicious

Down in the lovely county of Sussex, where the weather is crisply sunny in winter, you can find the most enchanting views.

And if it's your lucky day you might find MARGARET WADE over the brow of the hill.

Margaret is simply delicious and can take the most aesthetic mind off the most aesthetic cloud formations.

She's a Brighton girl and if we could ever go rowing in a boat with her, we wouldn't mind if we became completely deaf to the boatman's roaring cries.

"Come in, Number Forty-One or I'll fire me cannon and sink yer."

But on we go, rowing over the briny waves and talking to Margaret about desert islands. We remain absolutely deaf.

So, the roaring boatman fires his cannon and sinks us, then charges us for a new boat. Is it worth it?

Well, it makes a lovely dream.

Annette French

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How They Brought The Good News of Annette

“I galloped, Dirk galloped, we galloped all three ...”

That was how they started to bring the good news from Aix to Ghent, although the author of the poem never told us what the good news was or why they had to get to Ghent in such a hurry.

But it all sounded desperate and romantic.

It was Ferdie who brought the good news of ANNETTE FRENCH. He came whizzing in on his bicycle, and almost knocked Kitty sideways. "Here, watch it," said Kitty, who was taking the coffee round, "either ride that thing like a gentleman or else ring your bell."

"I'm all impetuous this morning," said Ferdie as he dismounted and took off his clips. Then he presented us with a file of lovely photographs, and they were all of Annette, one of the most gorgeous girls born north of the border. We thought she'd emigrated, but she hadn't, and we gave Ferdie a piece of chamois leather for bringing the good news.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"For cleaning your bike,' we said, "it's filthy."

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Margaret Blake, Janette Goodman, Jackie Leyton and Diane McCall

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Fine n Dandy

WE'RE not quite sure whether it's MARGARET BLAKE, left, who has the fine line in foundation garments or JANETTE GOODMAN, right, who has the dandy line in curves. Maybe it's easier to settle for the application of both to each.

Janette is a blonde Scot from Ayrshire, Margaret a brunette beauty queen from Manchester, and both typify what's brightest about the glamour girls of Britain.

Both have exactly what it takes to catch the eye, which is dangerous if you're out with your girlfriend at the time and your girlfriend is the type who'd bung up that eye.

Come to that, who could catch your eye quicker than these other fine 'n dandy girls? It's JACKIE LEYTON, left, and DIANE McCALL.

Jennifer Williams

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Come into the Office

"Well, look here, I don't know," said the maddened Mr. Hubboard, panicking around the local electricity headquarters, "I've got an account here for thirty-five million quid and sixty-two pence. Am I being done for life or what?"

"Come into the office, do," said the cool velvet voice of JENNIFER WILLIAMS, the accounts clerk.

He looked into her blue eyes and followed her in. Somehow thirty-five million quid didn't seem important anymore. Jennifer works for the Electricity Board and has the most charming way of making hurt clients feel that someone cares.

"I think it must be the computer,' she said, "let's put your account through again, sir.

So, he inserted it into the gaping maw of the computer but being in a bit of a trance he forgot to let go and went through himself. The computer didn't half get ratty. All its lights went berserk, and it ejected Mr. Hubboard with lightning playing all round him and stamped 'Inadmissible Interloper.' His account followed with the sixty- two pence knocked off.

"Oh dear," said Jennifer, "you still seem to owe us an awful lot, sir. "What's money?" said Mr. Hubboard, all over supercharged voltage.

Spick No 231 - February 1973