Coming out with the rest of this year's high society girls might have made SARA STUART a little remote from us. But Sara is essentially a friendly girl, enchanted by all that keeps a philosopher down on the ground and a sputnik up in the air. Life is the keynote of Sara's interest in each day as it arrives, she loves the Beatles and is mad about Sir Malcolm Sargent. Also, she's one of the most eye-catching gals in the place.
Span No 134 - October 1965
Always welcome is glamour girl MARION HOLMES, secretary to a production manager and established favourite with all readers.
From 9.30 a.m. to 5.30 p.m., Mondays to Fridays, Marion is hard-working and efficient--she does it for the lolly, of course--and the rest of the time she's creatively glamorous.
What's creatively glamorous, Dad?
That means, my boy, that when she enters a crowded room all the susceptible males create pure chaos in their endeavours to get closer to her glamour.
Where are you going, Dad?
I'm a susceptible male myself, Junior, but don't tell your mother.
Beautiful Britons No 72 - October 1961
It's no hardship to us to admit that skirts are now shorter than short, it's when a girl like SYLVIA TERNES gets caught out making running repairs in rural West Berlin that a shorter than short garment kind of catches up with one. We don't mind. Sylvia has just the legs for this kind of fashion.
Span No 134 - October 1965
WELL, this is the season for berries. Gooseberries, blueberries and so on. But the best of them is JANE BERRY or so we think for Jane has that extra something over a mere berry plucked from a bush. Jane, for instance has, a perfect shape, and gooseberries are inclined to be all shapes and sizes.
Jane is nineteen, is a trained theatrical and ballet dancer and was born in Cornwall.
She is also a water-skier and a great showjumper, and when such versatility is added to sweet beauty, what more can you want?
Span No 84 - August 1961
Girl who's got a whip but no horse at all is SUSAN DOUGLAS. Could some kind owner lend her a nag and a pair of photogenic jodhpurs? Susan tore her own jodhpurs? at a point-to-point.
Span No 125 - January 1965
No one really likes having to grow up, and certainly no one wants to grow old, feeling the encroachment of age, stiffening joints and dulled senses, fading beauty. Someone who certainly doesn't need to worry about that is Carol Smart, a girl who just loves feeling young at heart. Her schoolgirl uniform may not fit very well anymore, but it's a first-class way of showing her still-young charms and much more. Lying in the grass on long summer afternoons without anything to worry about in the world, perhaps she reminisces and remembers her schooldays, young and innocent, discovering her way through life Carol likes funfairs, cream buns, country walks and candy floss, visits to the zoo except in London Zoo you're not allowed to feed the animals anymore. Isn't that unfair?"
It doesn't matter if people don't approve, she likes to feel young, and act young, doesn't see why she should have to go through the mannerisms of being mature, when half the time it's all a pretence people use when they're trying to look sophisticated and impress people. Why indeed? For our part, we're more than happy for Carol to laze around in her schoolgirl clothes as long as she likes. Provided she doesn't mind us looking on and sometimes giving a faint, wistful, reminiscent sigh.
Mustang No 4 - 1967
Speaking about the Mediterranean, here's an enchanting blonde who got beautifully bronzed on the Italian Riviera. Her name is JAN NEWMAN. She's back at her office desk now and looking as if she's only just stepped off a hot beach.
There's not much you can do on a lovely summer day except go to the races, take a punt and a picnic up the river, fly off to Italy, chase nursemaids through the park, pick flowers for a lovely lady or just settle for a siesta in the sun.
Or give a helping hand to MARIA ASSIN as she alights from her car and then offer to show her what you're currently growing in your greenhouse.
Spick No 168 - November 1968
"Cor Blimey!" said Fred, who sweeps the floors. "Gosh! Wow!" cried William, the tea boy. "Good Lord!" muttered the inspector of taxes as he passed through the office. "You'll have to offer more than that if you want her phone number," our photographer sneered at a crowd outside waving £10 notes. Who, you ask, could inspire such a lot of exclamations? The answer is amazing, stunning, heart-melting, overwhelming. The answer is Jeannette Fry
At not much more than five feet high, she may be small in that respect. (We only just stopped ourselves from saying, small Fry ...) In other respects, you'll find she's not small at all. Which respects in particular? We suggest you use your imagination or try looking at our sensational pictures of Jeannette. That way, you really don't need too much imagination.
Jeannette says she's a genuine sort of person. She's not the kind who's always covering up, for a start. Come clean, is her motto. So that the world can see "the real me", as she puts it. That's the sort of motto we can understand. It's certainly better than the sort you get out of Christmas crackers.
Imagine Jeannette dropping out of a Christmas cracker, into your lap. Now, there's an idea. Although, it does have its disadvantages. For a start, it might happen that she'd drop into not your lap, but the lap of the person who you were pulling the cracker with. That would be unbearable. And, of course, you'd have to wait for Christmas, in any case.
We think Christmas is a bit too far away. So, we're showing you adorable Jeannette right here and now, no waiting. To judge from the comments of people in the office, seeing Jeannette is the sort of experience that anyone can appreciate-all the year round.
Mustang No 9 - 1969
It isn’t JANETTE GOODMAN who'd really have to string along—any guy with sense and discrimination would gladly tag. Who wouldn’t want to buy a girl like this a ticket for a dance!
Janette is one of our own favourite Scottish lassies and that Highland accent sounds in our ears like the tinkle of wee bells in the heather. If that gives you the impression we're a wee bitty softie, well so we are when we’re lyrical. We'll string along with Janette on the wings of a descriptive lullaby if we must.
Girl getting down to her university studies with dedicated intensity is SALLY DIXON.
With a natural built-in talent for learning, Sally is a student certain to get her degree. Her academic form is the joy of all the professors, especially when Sally is sitting in the front row during their lectures. There's nothing any conscientious professor likes better than a dedicated student who makes the lecture hall look as if it’s filled with light and beauty.
To help pay for her studies Sally does some part-time modelling, and it's no secret to say that London photographers regard her in their viewfinders with just as much aesthetic pleasure as the professors view her in the front row of the lecture hall.
Some students are very learned types.
Sally is very learned and very dishy.
Blue-stockings are out.
Short and sweet is the diminutive which her friends use for JOSEPHINE PETERS, long-legged London model. "Hi, Jo," is what you hear in the discotheques and Jo flashes her big-eyed smile and then, if she doesn't know who's addressing her, she steps on his foot and passes by.
But you can't blame any bloke for wanting to get to know her.
Span No 176 - April 1969
You'll have a long way to go to join HEATHER CHAFFEY in her garden. Heather lives in New South Wales, which is about 12,000 miles from London, but if you're an undivertible fanatic about gardens no amount of mileage could put you off, could it?
Heather, an Australian housewife, doesn't only have a colourful garden she also has a lovely kitchen equipped to ensure her Australian steaks emerge lushly sizzling.
You'd like an Australian steak, wouldn't you? You'll need one after going 12,000 miles. Then you could walk round Heather's garden and listen to the evening kookaburras.
And just as everything was getting harmonious Heather's husband would arrive home and conk you silly for treading on his Australian mimosa. Serve you right.
Spick No 189 - August 1968
