Mickey Jines

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Meet Mickey

May we introduce someone we think you'll find different from all those insurance agents who keep knocking at your door?

By all means. I've been having the grottiest time lately; everything has been a dead drag. To make it grottier I got jammed in a tube train yesterday and nearly left my right leg in the tunnel between Charing Cross and St. James' Park. So, as you can imagine, I'm all set for something beautiful to happen to me.

In that case, meet MICKEY JINES, the most fascinating shape of them all in a gingham dress. Hold on there's no need to roll about, all you need do is click your heels and raise your hat.

I can't help it if she floors me. What can I do to make her life beautiful and ecstatic?

Escort her round London. She wants to see the Houses of Parliament Piccadilly Circus and the Tower.

I'll take her by tube. With any luck we'll get jammed in together.

Spick No 174 - May 1968

Martina Evans

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Come Out Whoever You Are

Ah-hah, and whose dark, magnetic eyes are those peeping from behind the fringed equivalent of a Persian yashmak?

To whom do those long, elegant legs belong to?

It can't be Nancy Sirloin, she's gone off to join a sailor in Western Australia in a trouser suit. It can't be Lilian Bullivant either, she lives in a converted barge at Greenwich and doesn't hide behind anything except a sou-wester and a Grecian tarpaulin.

If you're getting repressed and frustrated, bear up, you're suffering from nothing a bottle of hypochondriac solution can't cure. We'll throw in our own assistance by disclosing those dark, magnetic eyes and those long, elegant legs belong to MARTINA EVANS, who has the delightful job of serving behind the frill-bedecked counter of a ladies' lingerie shop.

Take your girlfriend there and buy her something delicately ravishing for Easter. Martina will be a great help, even though her ambition has little to do with selling lingerie.

She wants to be an air hostess.

Come fly with me and never mind about fastening the safety-belts.

Beautiful Britons No 135 - February 1967

Jacki Owen

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Swinger

All set to swing it in the park is JACKI OWEN, fashion model from the Midlands. Activated by gay go-go, Jacki is representative of the swinging girls of today. We asked her what she thought of the maxi fashions, and she said, "But I’ll be all covered up, I'll feel like a brown paper parcel. I'm not ready for the maxi, I'm too young ask me again in twenty-five years."

Span No 163 - March 1968

Ann Grainger, Jane Rennie and Cherie Scott

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Ann Grainger, Jane Rennie and Cherie Scott

Three very popular ToCo lovelies. I'm not sure if this picture was ever used in a magazine without having to search through all my copies. If it wasn't, then it should have been. It has been taken from a contact sheet and is another nice contribution from tocofan.

Britt Hampshire

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Going Good

Nothing to do with a race meeting, just to do with the fact that the going in the glamour world is good for BRITT HAMPSHIRE, a country girl who has found in London the chance of fame and fortune.

Since she arrived some months ago the photographers have been falling over their tripods to get her in focus. Britt in focus is an absolute must.

What was that loud noise? Just another cameraman going wallop.

Span No 156 - August 1967

Ruth Cavendish

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Glad You're Back

Nobody gave a hoot when old Job Kuttenblower threw his spade into the turnips and went off to work in a bicycle shop in Nowton-under-Pond. He never had been the kind of feller to fill you with rapture, so when he went off and never came back, well, it didn't bother anybody except the man who grew turnips. He had to find someone else to dig them and there aren't many people who want to spend all that time with turnips.

Naturally, there's an important difference between a feller like Job and a girl like RUTH CAVENDISH. If we lived next door to Ruth, we'd break our heart every time she went off to spend a week-end with her old college chums, There are some girls one likes to keep in focus all the time. Keeping Ruth in focus gives us vibratory excruciations and you can't get pills for that sort of twittering oscillation, not even on the National Health. On the other hand, who wants to be cured?

It's sometime since we've seen Ruth. Glad you're back, beautiful, even if we are all over quivers.

Beautiful Britons No 138 - May 1967

Lynda Farrell and Liz McEwen

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Well Netted

It wasn't until LYNDA FARRELL and LIZ McEWEN got down to the task of adjusting their outdoor badminton net that they realised the relative simplicity of adjustment could become a complicated entanglement.

Liz couldn't believe that Lynda could be so fiendish, and Lynda couldn't believe that Liz could get so impossibly wrapped up in the thing. Liz is the one in the patterned mini-dress and Lynda is the one with straps on her shoes.

Spick No 167 - October 1967

Helen Milligan and Ruth Cavendish

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Fashionable Sports

Out for the pleasure of knocking a ball about, HELEN MILLIGAN is a fashion model and RUTH CAVENDISH is training to become one, so you could say these two sporting lovelies wield a very fashionable forehand.

Both girls are Scots and the reason why they're equipped with racquets but not with tennis outfits is because the summer hasn't arrived in Scotland yet. The grass is still wet and boots still the answer.

But even a boot can fill up with water if you sink it far enough into a watery ditch, and all you can do then if you're a wet-footed Ruth is to get Helen to pull it off for you.

Time out for just sitting and doing nothing except, of course, looking long-legged and cute. There's no doubt that two bonny Scots make an even better picture than one.

Beautiful Britons No 102 - April 1964

Anna Stevens

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Weather Forecast

When ANNA STEVENS, who likes an outdoor life, phoned the weather man to find out his forecast for the day after tomorrow he wasn't all that pleased.

'My dear Mrs. Whatsit," he began.

"Miss, if you don't mind," said Anna.

"Miss, then," he said. "Well, my dear Miss Whatsit, I'm not a long-range prophet, you know. I only work it out in relation to the climatic condition of the immediate future.”

“Yes, " said Anna, "that's why I rang you, I want to know what it's going to be like the day after tomorrow. I'm going on a ten-mile ramble providing it doesn't rain. Is it going to rain weather man,” I only go in for what's "I'm trying to tell you, going to happen in a few hours. The day after tomorrow could be next year as far as I'm concerned. I can tell you what it might be like tonight “I’m not going for any ramble tonight," said Anna, "I'm going to wash my hair”.

"Oh, really?" said the weather man. "What colour?"

"Chestnut”, said Anna.

"Sounds fascinating." said the weather man. "I tell you what, I'II work it out as scientifically as I can, then come round and see you about it."

"Well, you can't blame me for trying” said the weather man. “I want a weather forecast, not a date, " said Anna.

Beautiful Britons No 156 - November 1968

Suzanne Roquet

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Berlin Look

Going wild about the swinging whizz of Britain's mini fashions is West Berlin, and symptomatic of West Berlin's British look is model. SUZANNE ROQUET.

Beautiful Britons No 135 - February 1967

Carolyn Rose

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Dancing Dolly

There she was on tiptoe and peeping over the wall, and when we crunched up in our spiked walking boots, she turned her head and said, "Oh good-oh, you're just in time - my hat's blown over the wall and there's a dog trying to eat it."

We thought gad, what an adorable maiden, and what kind of a rotten dog can it be to want to eat the hat of such a lovely-legged dolly as this? Impulsively and gallantly, we jumped over the wall. Immediately we jumped back again. Some dog. What a whopper. Big as a flaming house. Teeth all over the place.

"Oh, my hat," said this adorable maiden.

"You can say that again," said we, "and we'll be far better off buying you a new one than trying to rescue the old one. This way."

So, we took her to a hat shop and then had tea. Her name was CAROLYN ROSE, she's eighteen and is a dancer from Bristol. She wants to go to America, Brazil, Italy, Jamaica and Honolulu. Then when she's seen it all she wants to come back and live in a converted farmhouse with lots of dogs.

None like the one that was making a meal of her hat, we hope.

Beautiful Britons No 169 - December 1969

June Peters

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Cuddly Canine

Love me, love my dog, that's what they say when they're talking to wide-eyed children.

JUNE PETERS is passionately fond of her dog. Her dog is called Cuddles.

Cuddles is gorgeous. He'll see you off in no time at all as soon as you put a foot in the door. In one week, he had a brown shoe, the latter half of a trouser leg, an umbrella, two anklebones, one mini-skirt - he had to jump for that and a frilly petticoat. He ate the lot.

June is eighteen, by the way if you're interested as much in girls as in dogs - she has fabulous golden hair and intoxicating green eyes. She loves tennis. Cuddles loves it too. He'll see you off the court in no time at all. In one week of mixed doubles, he had three tennis shoes, four white socks, three racquets, two hundred and thirty-nine tennis balls and a man with a Continental grip.

He ate the lot.

Beautiful Britons No 138 - May 1967