Jackie Taylor
/Follow the Girls
One can’t help but follow them these days.
Down the Strand, up Regent Street, down the Mall and all the way along the Embankment.
They’re a joy to the eye and one’s feet hardly notice at all, though the big toes don’t half play up when one at last gets home.
Cast an eye upon JACKIE TAYLOR, for instance. One could follow her from Land’s End to Edinburgh Castle and never notice a single blister.
Here she is against London backgrounds, and the whistles could be heard from every window.