Pam Johnstone

Hot Scott Pants

If any girls can wear hot pants and look like they were meant to look - expressively feminine - it's the bonny Scot birds.
Like PAM JOHNSTONE.
It's a bit of a fraud, really.
Why?
Because Pam's hot Scot pants are just a pair of lovely clinging shorts, she's had in her wardrobe for a couple of years already. She bought them ages ago and sort of went off them as soon as she got them home.
Then those daft fashion people, who were absolutely stuck for a gimmick, put a model into a pair of shorts, someone called them hot pants, and look what's happened now. The whole thing's a send-up.
Pam is laughing herself silly.
Never mind, it doesn't make her look any the less inspiring.

Spick No 212 - July 1971

Jennie Piece

Secretary Bird

Lovely and chirpy, glamorously blonde and deliciously vital is Secretary JENNIE PIECE, who has just moved from the quiet of a Gloucestershire village into a more urbanised area somewhere in Surrey.

Naturally, all the vital male types down this way were more than interested to know about the movements of this dishy bird or dolly bird or whatever. Jennie is certainly way up on the charts when it comes to qualifying as a secretary bird, which is about the highest you can rate in the eyes of all those who decide if a girl can be classed as a bird at all. You gotta be really dishy or you don't get classed nohow. You just remain a girl.

It can't half be mortifying.

But not for Jennie. She's a top-rated Secretary bird, and any man-about-town would consider it a privilege to have her put an arrow through his hat.

Susan Whiddon

Perfect Prototype

The fact is perfection is hard to come by. But if you're looking for a girl who is perfectly feminine you can accept SUSAN WHIDDON as the prototype of your dreams.

Susan is sort of creamy and curvy and soft and lovely, which is the way a girl is intended to be, never mind all those emancipated and muscular Russian females who dig up roads and lay whacking great gas pipes.

Down in Plymouth, where Drake stands on the Hoe, looking out to sea, and where the weather is soft and balmy, Susan is busy being beautiful. Well, she models, and you have to be beautiful for that or you don't get past the door.

Of course, if you prefer a liberated feminist whose ambition is to emasculate you while she digs the allotment over, you're very welcome.

Spick No 272 - July 1976

Monika Cann

Monika

All the way from Switzerland comes MONIKA CANN, and now she's here and making London look brighter than ever we're convinced that we could do with a lot more creamy Swiss birds.

Monika is usually at St. Moritz at this time of the year, either ski-ing down the slopes or skating on the rinks. Now, for a change, she's working in London at a travel agency, and naturally she's sending most of the customers off to Switzerland.

She can send them to Afghanistan as far as we're concerned, just so long as she doesn't go herself.

Beautiful Britons No 232 - March 1975

Jennifer Jay

Home is Jennifer

Up in the Midlands there's a very nice house which is home for JENNIFER JAY and her husband.

Home is Jennifer.

Because Jennifer is a lovely housewife who gives the place an air of warmth and cosiness. She can cook, sew and do lovely flower arrangements, and she's absolutely gorgeous to look at. Fellers who are opting out of involved situations that lead to marriage on the basis that it's all going out of fashion have been listening to too many tarty actresses and too many Narcissus-type actors.

Marriage is rapture if you can share it with a wife like Jennifer.

Spick No 242 - January 1974

Bridie Goodwin

Bridie

The last time we featured BRIDIE GOODWIN, she was a confirmed bachelor girl. Then suddenly, wham! There he was, the one who shattered all her feminist resolutions and made her plump for the altar.

Now Bridie is a housewife and young mum, but she still has a delicious yen for being a glamour puss, and still manages to find time to do the occasional modelling. Here she is not very far from her own back garden, and looking pretty nice, don't you think.

Beautiful Britons No 252 - November 1976

Christine Sayers

A Change From Horses

Earning a living as a glamour model in London is CHRISTINE SAYERS, fair as a cornfield at harvest time.

Christine's parents run a riding school, and Christine finds the glamour world quite a change from feeding hay to horses. And you can't clean out stables week after week without feeling there must be something else in life.

All the same, she often goes home at weekends.

Just for a long spell of fresh air and a gallop or two over the countryside. Keeps a glamour girl looking trim, you know, and jolly healthy as well, what?

Christine is five feet six and measures 37-23-36.

That's trim without being at all flat. And extremely photogenic.

Spick No 272 - July 1976

Marie Graham

All Right, Just For Fred

Our Fred has always had a gleam in his eye for MARIE GRAHAM, readers' favourite.

So just for Fred- because of all his blarney, which he got from falling down a well in Devon-Marie put on her black nylons and had a town-and-country hairdo. A town-and-country hairdo is one that looks lovely in Bond Street or Farmer King's meadow.

Fred likes black nylons.

"So, there you are, then, like Marie's, do you?'

"Geddoudavit," said Fred, "I'm not telling you; I'm writing to her."

"Oh, passionate, are we?"

Spick No 253 - December 1976

Herta Busch

Pardon Our Crises

Sometimes we hardly know how visitors can put up with us, what with our politicians and our crises.

It was a relief to see HERTA BUSCH from West Germany finding something to smile about. Was it one of our politicians or one of our crises which tickled her?

"Ha," said Herta, "politicians, no. I tell you, Charley”

"I'm Harry, actually," said the photographer. "Ja, Charley. See, I tell you, I never let politicians tickle me. I laugh more at crises than at politicians, crises more funny than any politician, you think so too, no?"

“You were meaning you never let politicians make you laugh?"

"Ja. I like a good cry when I listen to ours."

"Go on?"

"You too, Charley?" she said.

"Me too. And call me Harry, eh?"

"Sure, Charley. Any time."

Spick No 253 - December 1974

Liz Harvey

Want To Bet?

Hampshire girl LIZ HARVEY is a sales assistant who has also been a model. She's also appeared in films. But she's quite happy to be modest in her ambitions, and she has only one real burning desire. That's to lay a winning bet on a hundred-to-one Derby shot and see it come first past the post.

Liz, you see, loves a gamble. She'll bet on anything except strip poker. At strip poker she's pretty sure that the fellers use the crookedest methods to get a girl down to her undies. And these days, she says, undies are so brief that when a girl is down to them it can be terribly draughty. Aside from enjoying a gamble, Liz also loves skating and surfing, riding and dancing.

At twisting and swinging in a discotheque or galloping a horse through the New Forest, Liz is conspicuously eye-catching.

You can bet on that.

Span No 205 - September 1971

Ella Busch

They Just Don't Care, Do They?

We thought we'd missed what it was like in West Berlin during the streaking season. Then our Berlin photographer sent us some candid camera angles on ELLA BUSCH cantering around a windy corner in not much more than a reinforced G-string, except that at that point she still had her fur coat on.

When she got close to the Kurfurstendamm it wasn't quite such a chilly wind, so off came the coat and she streaked in a classical dash from point A to point B, and while it lasted it wasn't half good to look at, especially as the G-string fell off midway.

Honestly, they don't care, do they?

Span No 245 - January 1975

Barbara Boon

Happy Home Girl

Thousands of girls leave home these days before they're ready to. Off they go to the bright lights, get themselves installed in a roof-leaking pad somewhere, rush about catching buses and get themselves squeezed in crowds of other rushers. It's hardly Arcadia but it seems to be what they want.

Quite happy to be at home is BARBARA BOON. Barbara has all kinds of outside interests, anyway, and home provides the comfortable and cosy centre of her life. And there's hubby, who's always pleased to have her around. Well, far better to see Barbara cooking the eggs and bacon than watching your flatmate holding a saucepan under a leaking ceiling. Still, it takes all kinds to make the world a palace of varieties.

Spick No 272 - July 1976

Arlene Jacanda

Black Is Beautiful

That's what we keep hearing. Now we're seeing and seeing's believing. Believing comes in the shape of ARLENE JACANDA, who lives in the Wandsworth district of London.

Arlene is a dancer and has just taken to modelling. At the sweet age of nineteen she feels she has the time for both. and the money is nice too, man. Her shape curves in and out in the most eye-catching proportions, which happen to work out at 37-23-35.

She's fascinating, charming and full of fun. There ought to be a million just like her. It wouldn't half be good for the eyeballs.

Beautiful Britons No 252 - November 1976

Maureen Carson

Well, That's What They're Wearing

"Excuse me, but I'd like one of those for my wife," said Mr. Casket, pointing to a nicely packaged corset on the lingerie counter.

"Yes, of course, sir," said the salesgirl, who happened to be MAUREEN CARSON, "and I'm sure you'll just love her in it."

"Half a mo," blushed Mr. Casket as he suddenly saw an illuminating illustration on the box, "is that all of it? Because if it is my wife will be more out of it than in."

"Well, that's what they're wearing, sir," said Maureen. "Ye gods, all this and the atom bomb," said Mr. Casket, "it doesn't half make one goggle."

Maureen smiled. She owned one of the corsets herself and as you can see it's designed to make everyone goggle, and in the nicest way, what?

Beautiful Britons No 232 - March 1975

Marie Graham and Nicola Taylor

Togetherness

It wasn't all that psychedelic, really, just an afternoon out for two rather dishy housewives, MARIE GRAHAM and NICOLA TAYLOR. Nicola, as you'll know, is the one helping herself to a sit-down.

Still, it was a lot of fun. There wasn't really enough room for both of them to take a seat, so they just took turns.

They fell out a bit when Nicola fell off and said, "I didn't actually fall, I was pushed."

"Yes, well," said Marie, "you were taking my turn as well as your own, and my feet hurt after that long walk.'

They compromised at that and managed to share the chair after all. It was amicable togetherness then until Nicola folded Marie up in the perishing thing.

"Help," said Marie, "what shall we do now?" "Go home and get dinner ready for our marital mates," said Nicola.

Some husbands are dead lucky.

Span No 205 - September 1971