Dawn Grayson

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Finders Is Keepers

If you ever find a girl as lovely as DAWN GRAYSON lost in the world, try to persuade her that finders is keepers, then you can take her home and introduce her to mum and dad. 

Spick No 272 - July 1976

Gillian Yates

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One Of The Rarer Blooms

In the West-end florist shop there are some lovely blooms, all so expensive that you need to sail off and find pirate gold if you really want to buy the occasional bouquet.

One of the rarer blooms in this exquisite establishment is GILLIAN YATES, who will come and create a flower arrangement for your dinner table that will make your guests feel you have found the secret of true beauty.

Of course, if you could persuade Gillian to join the party, then you really would have all that was necessary to keep everybody's mind off a sagging souffle or mucked-up cauliflower cheese. Simply gorgeous to look at is Gillian, and ever so musical to listen to.

Ute Schaeffer

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Girl in a Whirl

Oh, it was just one of those things about a contract with a titanic film company with oodles of lolly tied into it, hardly something to affect the calm of Berlin girl UTE SCHAEFFER. She merely spent the day doing bubbly cartwheels.

Span No 140 - April 1966

Vintage Stockings Archive

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Mara Riva - Scan From Original Print

This is a cropped scan from an original 8 x 10 print, and it may be available to buy. If that interests you then please contact me and I will be happy to provide you with more information. Picture used in Black Nylons Volume 1 No 5 (November 1962) Sampson Publishing, New York.

Kim Scott

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Dutch Treat

It was a rainy day in Holland when the plane arrived from London Airport. Then all of a sudden it was bright summer. Air stewardess KIM SCOTT had alighted.

What a treat for the Dutch. All the men in the arrival lounge stood on tiptoe to look tall, dark and handsome. One of them invited Kim home to look at his Dutch bulbs, but Kim said she never went anywhere with strange men.

"Who is strange?" he said. "I am not strange," he said. I am most normal and very handsome," he said. "My Dutch bulbs are beautiful," he said.

Kim was ever so polite but ever so firm. She's used to making that kind of impression on men all over the world. She made a most undeniable impression on us. Our photographer asked her out to dine.

"Dutch treat?" said Kim.

"When they're as beautiful as you," said our photographer, "we don't believe in Dutch treats. Let's put it all on expenses."

Cheeky devil.

Sarah Cunningham

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Comfort For The Computer

The computer in the head office of the bank in London lost its nut at seven-thirty one morning. By the time its fairest operator, SARAH CUNNINGHAM, had arrived punctually at nine it sounded as if it was in the last throes of mechanitis tremulus, which is computerised Latin for the chronic shakes.

"Now, now," said Sarah, giving it a pat "stop clanking, you silly thing. Let's see exactly what's wrong with you.

And she fed it a relevant medical question. Out came the answer in a kind of fed-up frenzy.

"Where's me breakfast?"

It was the absent-minded night watchman again; he'd forgotten to feed the computer. So, Sarah, who picked up a lot of common sense as well as maths and French at college, fed it a lovely meal of machine oil and iron filings and the comforted computer happily got down to work on overdrafts.

Spick No 242 - January 1974

Susan Fairfax and Lynda Farrell

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Its Only A Game

It was going to be a jolly game of outdoor shuttlecock and all that lark. Engaged in this sporty venture were SUSAN FAIRFAX, left, and LYNDA FARRELL.

Immediately prior to the opening rally they crossed rackets, and tallyho, they were away in a fencing match, prodding each other with subtle pokes of the round end of the rackets.

"Mind my eye," cried Susan.

"Mind your eye my foot," cried Lynda, "mind my suspenders, you mean." "Voila," cried Susan, scoring a prod.

"Sacre bleu," cried Lynda, "there goes a new stocking."

The rackets clashed and the duel went on.

"How's that for a crafty one?" said Susan.

"You're tripping me, " yelled Lynda.

"Don't worry, "said Susan, "it's only a game."

It might be only a game, but poor Lynda landed with a distinct thud and at the finish there were not only bruises but a state of general disarray. Oh well, girls will be girls.

Stevie

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Come On, Stevie

There used to be a very popular jockey called Steve, who rode many a winner home to the cries of "Come on, Steve!" Speaking of that, we had a proper let-down on the Warwick card in February, the jockey got there all right, but the horse didn't. When we hopefully mentioned it to our bookie, he said oh, what an interesting case, fancy that now, well you don't say - geddoutovit. And so on. They're not nearly as kind-hearted as they look, that fraternity. Still, they do have their children to think of the same as anyone else.

We're not backing anymore gee-gees. We're putting our shirt on STEVIE. Well, she can't possibly go to the races like she is now, not without stopping everything on the course.

Stevie is an absolutely delightful lass from Yorkshire, who stands 5' 7" in her nyloned feet and presents proud statistics of 39"-24"-37", which is why she's sensational in a bikini and just the girl we'd most like to be first past the post with.

Span No 140 - April 1966

Ingrid Stengert

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Berlin Swinger

Swinging it very vivaciously in West Berlin is INGRID STENGERT, who has in the last year or so landed herself some highly exciting film parts. Not so long ago she was still knocking on the casting door, more in hope than expectation. Then it all happened at once and now she's starring in one Continental epic after another, and taking her clothes off in most of them because that's how Continental epics are these days.

Here she is doing some exuberant pirouettes after capturing the starring part in a story based on twin sisters who fall in love with the same man. Ingrid plays both sisters. What a lovely double act.

Beautiful Britons No 232 - March 1975