Anne Mattingley

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What's New ?

We aren't sure what the news is in the paper, but what’s news to us is the fact that ANNE MATTINGLEY makes a perfect headline photographically.

There isn’t much point in photograph! n g any headline unless it comes into the category epitomised by this London lovely. Anne is a shorthand- typist with statistics of 35"-23"-35" which enable her to pour herself sleekly into her tailored suit.

We can’t show you how Anne ooks in the suit, which is being dry-cleaned, but as she looks very cute using a pair of steps to reach the ceiling, we didn't think this would worry you too much. You can’t have everything, can you?

Beautiful Britons No 93 - July 1963

Clare London

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Have You Seen A UFO ?

A UFO, of course, is an Unidentified Flying Object, and according to reports there are thousands of them whizzing overhead.

If one lands on the top of your house, take a note.

One landed on the top of the house in which CLARE LONDON lived. Clare took an immediate note, of course, and sent it to a man at one of the ministries. The ministry sent round two men in uniform, and it turned out to be a bowler hat.

They were quite nice about it, and even if the hat wasn't much to look at, they were extremely impressed by Clare and she made them a lovely cup of tea.

Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967

Susan Douglas

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All Set

The point being that model SUSAN DOUGLAS is always elegant, always trim, and ready for whatever is just around the corner. In fashion work, Susan finds it policy to expect the unexpected.

Here she's all set and ready to go. Where? Well, maybe Paris—maybe

If you think they’d appreciate Susan in Paris, let us assure you she’s already appreciated so much here that she’d only go over our recumbent inertia.

Sally Dixon

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Keeping The Wolf From The Door

Literally to achieve this a girl’s best bet is to have a gun handy, plus a strategically unassailable position from which to fire both barrels at the right time.

But when it merely means establishing yourself economically so that you’re not on the breadline, you don’t need a gun, only an income.

London student SALLY DIXON makes sure she can sufficiently augment her grant by taking on jobs of diver’s characters in her spare time. She doesn’t mind serving in coffee bars, being a nanny, showing tourists round London, pasting up posters, being a switchboard girl or even working as a photographic model.

It all helps to keep the wolf from the door.

I like to eat,” said Sally, ”I feel all faint if I don’t. My grant is enough to pay for my flat, but a girl needs food as well as sleep.”

Julie Scott and Sara Scott

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Look This Way

Amateur photographer JULIE SCOTT (she’s the cute brunette) gets ready to shoot amateur sitter SARA SCOTT (she’s the honey-blonde). It’s just for the fun of it.

Well, it’s a change for Julie to see into the view-finder instead of the-lens, and Sara is just right as a subject for black-and-white analysis.

Any girls who prefer being the subject to being the operator only need to look as gorgeous as Sara or as glamorous as Julie.

Velvet - The Viking Company 

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Velvet No 1

Sandra McPherson

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Ribbons In Her Hair

Scottish lovely who's received lots of fan mail is SANDRA McPHERSON, hear about to find out if the hair ribbons someone sent her make her look cuter.

Sandra, a perfectionist, wasn’t too sure about the effect by itself.

By way of contrast, what about swish black nylons to offset the beautiful white ribbons?

Unprejudiced opinions are asked for, but no rude ones, please. Sandra may not be sure about the effect herself, but, man, we love it.

Spick Extra Spring 1961

Jean Stewart

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Look Which Way?

This way. Oh, okay, said JEAN STEWART, Scottish shorthand-typist from Glasgow.

Any way will do, really. Fact is, you look bonny from any angle. Don’t mind us saying so, do you?

Not at all, said Jean, only I bet you say that to all the girls.

Only to the bonny ones. You’re ever so bonny. Look this way, mmm?

Cheeky lot said Jean.

Spick & Span Extra No 33 - Winter 1969

Francesca Young

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Armchair Frills

Looking pretty frilly in her armchair is FRANCESCA YOUNG, a wow of a pin-up girl from Worcestershire. What’s more feminine than frills on Francesca?

You may prefer feathers on a falcon or plumes on an ostrich, but neither would look as cute as Franny in an armchair—or would they!

Anyway, bring us any ostrich with vitalistics of 37"-23"-37" and you may get us re-considering the matter. Meanwhile we’ll stick with Francesca, who’s never so dumb as to bury her head in the sand.

Spick and Span Extra No 5 - Winter 1962

Annette French

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Bide a Wee While

As soon as ANNETTE FRENCH saw us trailing our camera equipment over the hill, she had a feeling it was time to get up and go. Indicating, however, that we had gone three days without water and that we’d appreciate it if she could stick around and take the top off her flask of coffee for us, we managed to get her to bide a wee while on our behalf.

If only we could speak English with an Ayrshire accent, we might have persuaded Annette to bide a bit longer, but once we’d finished her coffee Annette went off to a teashop to enjoy some buttered toast and a pot for one. Still, we managed to get a few pictures between gulps of coffee and here they are, and if you don’t think Annette looks prettier than ever you need something a lot stronger than either coffee or tea.

Spick & Span Extra No 12 - Autumn 1964

Janette Goodman

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Out And About

If that means hiking through the Ayrshire heather with JANETTE GOODMAN, of grousing on the glorious twelfth with Sir Cholley Bentchops, we’ll go along with the ramble. We may not be raving mad about footslogging but we are about Janette.

Janette, girl with the legs you can’t help noticing is just the type to leg it with all the way to John o’ Groats.

Spick Extra - Spring 1961

Heidi Sepan

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Calling Heidi

In her London flat, HEIDI SEPAN was waiting for a phone call from her home town in West Germany.

Well, tinkle tinkle went the phone and when Heidi picked it up it was the man from the dry cleaners. He was on about a coat that was all over coffee stains. Heidi didn’t know what he was talking about. She hadn’t left any coat at the dry cleaners and she hadn’t spilt coffee over anything in years. So, she threw him off the line and waited again.

At this particular time Heidi had been in London since last year. She’d been an au pair girl and a secretary and now she was waiting for her call from home.

Well, tinkle tinkle went the phone and when Heidi picked it up again, that talkative nut from the dry cleaners was there once more, begging her to come in and confer with him over the coffee stains.

It was most exasperating and when finally, Willi from home did get through all he could get out of Heidi was confused chatter about a dry-cleaning man who didn’t know what to do with a coffee-stained coat.

It left Willi feeling that Heidi was getting as eccentric as the English. Actually, Heidi is very sweet and not a bit eccentric.

Beautiful Britons No 163 - June 69

Teri Martine and Michele Martin

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Double Knockout

The nice thing about being on the receiving end of a double knockout, said Fred, is that you don't feel any pain, only a sense of floating around on clouds of cotton-wool.

Moreover, said Fred, you don’t have to climb into a boxing ring for it. It's not that kind of a knockout.

It's all to do with the effects of instantaneous infatuation with a double image, and it could happen to anybody at any time.

Take my case, said Fred. I popped into the launderette with me blankets and pink pyjamas and there they were, both of them. Great chestnut conkers, they was dynamic. There was one who was a gorgeous blonde and one who was a limpid brunette.

Limpid ?

Sure, said Fred, she had eyes like sweet sherry. I thought, well here goes. I’ll chat ’em up while their smalls is cooking. So I introduced meself and gave ’em me card and told ’em when I was free. They was sensational. And all agog like, as I reeled off all the facts about personal accident insurance. I told ’em you never knew when you might break a leg. And then they picked me up, and said, " On your way, grandad,” and slung me out.

Me blankets and pink pyjamas followed.

The gorgeous blonde was TERI MARTINE and the limpid brunette was MICHELE MARTIN, and they both know how to get rid of talkative insurance men.

Span No 180 - August 69

Jackie West

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Any One For Karate?

Lots of girls go in for cooking and needlework. A few more go in for ski-ing and a very exclusive minority go in for piloting planes. Most men don't like girls to go in for anything that will distract them from eventually becoming beautiful and domesticated.

Look out for JACKIE WEST.

This lovely young lady is beautiful and domesticated all right, but one of her ambitions is to become a karate expert.

She's taking lessons right now.

Who’s she after? Nobody in particular. She just wants to work up to the thrilling stage of crumbling a brick wall with a dexterous swipe of her index finger.

All this emancipation of women is fine enough in some respects, but if it’s eventually going to mean they’ll be able to sling us over the garden fence with a mere twitch of the wrist, someone ought to stop it before it gets out of hand.

Spick No 172 - March 68