Looking every inch, a potential centre-forward for Leeds is ODETTE NUTTER, who lives near Kippax in Yorkshire.
But it could be she's just given the order of the boot to some geezer she caught bending. Poor old devil.
Odette is a golden blonde with lovely legs and a nice line in suede boots, and if Yorkshire blokes keep their eyes open often enough, they might spot her one day.
Well, Odette doesn't keep herself shut away, you know.
We don’t just mean high up in the air as OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN takes a flying leap over PAT CARROL. We mean that these Australian girls are getting rated higher and higher as a singing duo.
Both girls were popular down under in Australia, but until they came to England they’d never met.
Pat was a recording star and Olivia, who was born in England, appeared regularly on an Australian T.V. teenage series, as well as making pop records and being seen in other T.V. features.
Independently they won trips to Britain as outstanding vocalists and it was here that they met. Their agent suggested they should team up. They did and were immediately booked for a Dick Emery T.V. show.
They’ve toured with Matt Monroe, with the Shadows and other stars. These pictures were shot near their London home and you don’t have to look twice to see how full of the joys they are. A greengrocer passing by on his way to his barrow was so smitten he offered to sell them all his bananas.
“All?” said Pat.
“All?” said Olivia.
“The lot,” said the fragile greengrocer.
“Are they in short supply, then?” asked Pat.
“No,” said the greengrocer, “but it was the only opening conversation I could think of. Me name’s Godfrey What’s yours?”
Just to keep you all agog in respect of the charm of the dolly housewives of this country, here's another one. So, don't go away.
JACKIE TAYLOR has been married three years and everything is fine, thank you. She lives in North London, works as a secretary and occasionally does part-time modelling.
She took a modelling course a few years ago, forgot all about it for a while - getting married was gorgeously time consuming and then returned to it on occasions when she had the time. That way it's fun rather than hard work.
Not having yet met a boy who actually makes her swoon, SUSAN FAIRFAX is still a bachelor girl.
She doesn't want to get married until she's much older, anyway. Say nineteen or twenty. She's eighteen now.
Susan is a Midlands dolly and it's her opinion that pundits can say what they like about fashion, but nowadays a girl pleases herself. She alternates between a midi and a mini, simply depending on how she feels. Her boy friends like her in a mini.
"They like me, anyway," she says.
So, they like her best in a mini, then.
"So, I often wear a midi just to make them grind their teeth," she says.
After all, as Susan also says, sometimes a girl in a mini feels that a boyfriend doesn't even notice the colour of her eyes.
There's something subtle and psychological about that.
The mod cons of Victorian days weren't the most imaginative form of plumbing. They were practical without being decorative. Six out of every ten cons were out at the back or even at the bottom of the garden, while bathrooms were considered a bit cissy.
Hip baths were the thing. You put one on the kitchen floor, filled it with hot water and sank as much of yourself into it as you could. It might sound a bit primitive now but to any Victorians who liked a bath it was bliss.
London dolly SANDRA SAFFRON found a genuine old hip bath in a market and bought it. Having got it home with the friendly help of a chap who was more interested in shapes than curios, Sandra thought she'd sample a bit of the old Victorian bliss herself. In the garden.
A great time was had by Sandra and everyone who could see over the garden walls.
Black velvet, should you need the information, is milk stout mixed with bubbly. It's for when you're feeling expensive and the pub is all rosy, glamorous light. It does wonders for the old metabolism and if yours is a bit jaded, try it.
A different kind of black velvet is AMANDA CASE, young and shapely housewife who lives in Brighton. Amanda is smooth, honeyed and vibrant. Whenever she goes down to the beach for a swim, she looks exactly like the imaginative picture all the fellers are dreaming about.
The fellers sit up. Well, what's the point of lying back with your eyes shut when the dream has come to life?
Sweet TANIA WEBB was going this way in search of the path that led to the old barn where they kept an old plough and a nice old horse. And Tania was going to hitch the nice old horse to the old plough and carve a few furrows.
Losing her way, she got misdirected by some charming old geezer. He sent her thataway, probably because Tania so took his eye that he couldn’t think straight. He was quite used to misdirecting noisy motorists and sending them down a cart track to finish up in a pond, but his misdirection of Tania was just one of those mental aberrations brought about by being struck by lightning.
So, Tania never got to the old barn, but she did make a lovely wood nymph and spent an elfish afternoon gambolling around bushes and climbing up trees.
We didn’t care. We were in Carlisle eating biscuits at the time.
Manchester is not just another city. It’s too full of Mancunians to be compared with Birmingham or Dusseldorf.
Naturally, there are tall Mancunians, short ones, round ones, lovely ones, naughty ones and funny ones. Among the lovely ones is CHERYL PETERS, ballet dancer, actress and singer, with symphonic statistics of 36-23-36.
There are also two formidable soccer teams in Manchester, so if you’re a soccer fan and you also have a natural tendency to prostrate yourself at the feet of beauty and beg for an autograph and a pat on the head, there’s no place like Manchester.
All this and the United too.
Utter bliss.
If there's one thing JEAN WALKER likes for a table decoration, it's a bowl of Cornish wildflowers.
Jean, who lives in that county, is a golden-haired peaches-and-cream girl. It's what comes naturally when you're out of the smog and away from the concrete. And with her long legs Jean looks fascinatingly healthy in a micro-mini. Jeans are acceptable if she's painting her cottage, but out and about she believes with the boys that legs are to be seen if you want to
Make life look like springtime.
Jean does have a trouser suit and jeans, but they don't quite do for her what a micro-mini does.
You can see how devoted HELENA JEMARIS is to the New Zealand All-Blacks. For the benefit of the dead ignorant, the All-Blacks con¬stitute the world’s most famous rugby team—and the most highly efficient. Helena doesn’t play herself—not rugby, anyway—but she knows how to treat participants when they carry them out of the rucks. She used to be a nurse. Now she’s a rather lovely model and looks extremely photogenic in her all-black outfit. If only we could get her into a little bit of a scrum, how exhilarating life would be.
Born twenty years ago in Yugoslavia, VESALINKA STEVANOVICH is now domiciled in England. She works in Bristol and now has her eye on a modelling career. Her vital statistics are 36-24-36 and you can see what a charming outdoor vista she makes.
Another unforgettable secretary we know is SARA MARSDEN of Essex, and the sun has an appeal for her to.
Sara likes to acquire a golden tan before she goes on holiday, so that when she arrives in Spain or Italy or Sardinia, she's already on her way to the kind of tan that will make her glow until Christmas.
The leafy woods of Essex are her week-end habitat, which is Latin for rural retreat in Sara's case. She loves beat groups and dancing, she's a natural swinger and has classical vitalistics of 36-23-36.
In the Portobello Road, site of the famous London market, you can find BETTINE PARMENTIER helping her mother at their antiques stall. Bettine isn't just a pretty face—
"All right, don't be superfluous," said Fred.
Bettine is a real help. Her knowledge of antiques would hold any collector spellbound, especially if he liked girls as well as old doorknockers.
When she's not at the stall, Bettine is travelling around the country looking for bargains, and many an old gentleman owning a Boer War assegai has been induced to discuss a sale over a cup of country tea.
"Tell her to come round and see me," said Fred, "I don't have no assegai but I don't half make intoxicating tea."
A girl of today is SAMANTHA BOND, a lover of pop music and everything else that makes life a lovely giddy whirl of fun and fantasy.
Not for Samantha are the prophets of gloom. She's only got to give one of them that flashing smile of hers and he's a changed prophet.
"Ye gods," he'll say, "those ivory-white teeth, darling, are they the result of being so healthy and happy ?"
"No, just that extra-special double-mint whiteness that comes from using Crystal- Foam toothpaste with formula WGYF added," says Samantha.
"What's WGYF?" asks the entranced prophet.
"We've Got You Fooled," says Samantha.
At the motor show they were all hustling and bustling to get closer to models with the most modern lines.
And wherever model MONIKA DIETRICH went the crowds were sure to go. Monika came to Britain from Germany a few years ago and now lives in London, where she’s working in TV commercials and making film appearances. And in this appearance at the motor show she was more sensational than automobiles that fold up for parking in a pantry.
In any case, only a car with a chassis that measures 39"-23"-36" has any real chance of being as sensational as Monika.
