When we found IRIS GETTINGER, a lovely young fraulein we met in West Berlin, trying to make herself look more beautiful, we knew this was a perfect case of gilding the lily, for Iris is so naturally photogenic she has absolutely no need to try and improve her looks.
Indeed, it’s very obvious that ANNETTE FRENCH must have been a beautiful baby, for just look at her now a pin-up girl with dark-eyed glamour from top to toe perfect to gaze upon and perfect to know.
Annette’s natural love is beautiful clothes, on which she spends most of the money she earns working for a book publisher, and there’s no girl who does more justice to beautiful clothes than Annette.
Annette is nineteen, is engaged to be married some guy is an exceptionally lucky guy and has vitalistics of 35-23-36 going down.
Among all those clothes of hers Annette counts frilly underwear in all its modern allure, and we can assure her that she doesn’t need that mirror to show her how good and gorgeous she looks in it.
Some people—the aesthetic, art-collecting kind—think the most important thing to have in the home is decor. Once upon a time, certainly, nobody thought a home looked anything if it didn’t have wallpaper full of roses, but that was as far as it went. There might be a stuffed bird or two, a bow-legged table and an aspidistra, but all in all what really counted was the little woman.
In Victorian times she had to be a big woman. Well, they believed in women looking like women. None of your Twiggies. She had to be built, and if she wasn’t she used a bustle to help.
So, what do you look for today—velvet curtains, colourful decor, wall tables? Or a wife like SANDIE BROWN, who’d take your mind off any decor, no matter how way out? Sandie has a bewitching figure 38"-24"-37"—and we can tell you straight, we wouldn’t care if the decor was all old and peeling as long as we had Sandie to look at.
Of course, if you are incurably aesthetic but also incurably human, you’d like the girl and the decor, wouldn’t you?
New Favourite FAY STEVENS has already climbed into the top ten most popular pin-up girls featured by us, and we figure from Fay’s curvy cuteness that this was inevitable.
Fay, who decorates a London office five days every week, is bound to stay at the top while that same curvy cuteness is all her own.
Well, there aren’t many discerning guys who prefer bringing their stamp albums up-to-date to looking at pictures of Fay, and any who do rate sticking stamps the preferable pastime have missed out somewhere along the line.
The travelling baker, young and extremely personable, knocked at the apartment door in Knightsbridge.
It was opened by Ernestine, a languidly tormenting blonde.
"Who are you?" she said.
"I'm Faversham," he said, "I've got a bakery in Chelsea and I brought Rita a couple of crusty cobs. It's my day for doing my rounds."
"Thrilling." said the blonde, "but you picked the wrong day. Rita's gone to ski."
Faversham was quite upset. He liked baking crusty bread for RITA JOHNS and bringing it to her in person. No wonder. This is Rita and you can see how lovely she is to bring bread or biscuits to. She's secretary to a tycoon and is mad about ski-ing. That's why she was in Zermatt when the baker called.
She's nineteen, measures 36-24-36 and came to London from Newcastle.
Meanwhile, Faversham was pressing his crusty cob loaves on the languidly tormenting blonde, and she wasn't half playing hard to press.
Across the border there are any number of sweet Scots. One very sweet and winsome lass is LINDA WHITE, a secretary in Glasgow.
Every time Norrie Perkins goes over the border to look for a girl much on the same lovely lines as Linda, lots of men in kilts take hold of him and throw him back again.
Last time he landed in the middle of the traffic in Carlisle. “Get up,” said the policeman, “or I’ll book you for obstruction.” “I’m not here voluntarily,” said Norrie, “it was compulsive.”
So the policeman booked him for being saucy as well. But Norrie keeps on trying. He’s hoping to meet Linda. So are we all.
When the beauty queens are called on parade among those present is almost certain to be ANN TERRY current queen of Brentwood, and a beautiful blonde to boot. Destined to hit the top in contests this summer, Ann has a figure which goes just right with that bright smile. What’s, just right? Why, 37-23-37.
Ann is just eighteen, is 5' 5", works in an office and is looking forward to bikini time on the summery beaches—and so are we.
“Ooh, what a dream,” said Esmerelda when she saw cute Cuthbert the kitten.
“By Harry, what a dream,” said Ethelred when he saw cute CAROLE CHRISTIE.
And Esmerelda gave chase to Cuthbert and Ethelred would have given chase to Carole, but Carole stuck her foot out and Ethelred being Ethelred wasn’t ready for it. He tripped over it and nearly fell off Beachy Head.
It put him right off the place. Well, Carole lives near Beachy Head and the drop is frightening.
And after Cuthbert the kitten had scratched Esmerelda, Esmerelda went home with a preference for puppies. Cuthbert went home to Carole and Carole tickled the back of his neck and he liked it so much he went to sleep. Wasn’t that a nice story, kiddies?
Born in London, living in London and working in London, SUSAN SMITH is just one more eye-catching reason why the metropolis is such a magnet for visitors. It's not just the monuments or the changing of the guard, you see it's also the pretty girls, and Susan is very pretty. She also has a fine figure that measures 38"-24"-38".
We’re referring to the teddy bear, but SHEILA DORE herself is quite a curvaceous young lady and no doubt if you had the choice you’d prefer to walk out with Sheila rather than Ted.
Alas, Sheila already has a boyfriend. Eighteen, and a typist in the City of London, Sheila has never lost her affection for her teddy bear, and to that cuddly creature Sheila is known as Goldilocks. He’s very fond of the telly and has a current aptitude for the Twist. It comes easier to anyone with wired joints.
Trim, slim and pretty is MARGO STEVENS, with just the right leg appeal to make her a glamour girl— and it’s a fact that every glamour girl has to be built with a graceful leg line. In these days of short skirts, the knees count for just as much as the ankles.
Is on Margo’s pretty pins, we hope
If, therefore, the accent in this series you’ll agree they’re worth it.
If you don’t agree it’s probably because you are a bird-watcher and know too much about crested warblers and not enough about girls.
Because we’re certain sure that Margo’s legs are worth twice the look of any kind of warbler.
You bet.
Very special to soccer is HELEN ATHERTON of Sheffield. Yorkshire. No pent-up match is complete unless she's leaping about in her stand seat, giving off cries of rapturous delight as the ball thuds into the back of the net.
"Hold it," said the feller next to her, "that makes us two down, so what's there to get frenzied about, doll?"
"Their shorts are so dishy," said Helen.
"Whose are?"
"The ones in the striped shorts."
"That's the raving enemy," he said, incensed. "They can capture me anytime," said Helen.
Well, Saturdays in the grandstand make a nice change from other days in her office typing pool.
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Any picture of JENNIFER TAYLOR that tells you not every tomorrow is just another washing day. Jennifer, a young and lovely Bristol housewife, is an entirely bewitching example of how to be lovely and married.
You don't have to go around the house looking as if you've just untangled yourself from the cooking pots, says Jennifer. You can still look like the Queen of Sheba if you've a mind to, and husbands just love that.
Jennifer is a natural glamour girl, beautifully shapely and the Number One pin-up favourite of her adoring hubby. Some guys are so lucky it hurts us.
Isobel’s just twenty years of age, and stands at 35"-22"-35". she’s fancy free!
She works in a laundry, models in her spare time. And—hear this, you Scottish Romeos—ISOBEL MILIER has no objection to the nickname - she’s Scottish and proud of it!
Two fellers were waiting for the bus when ANDREA KAY walked by.
"What a doll," said one.
"I can't look round. I've got a stiff neck," said the other.
"You don't know what you're missing," said the first.
So, the second feller made a big effort and turned his head. His stiff neck clicked.
"Caramba, what a cure for seized-up neck muscles," he said hoarsely.
Andrea was tripping along, looking like the shapely epitome of corking dolly birds, and the second feller's eyeballs seized up, and when the bus came along he couldn't see for looking and fell all the way up the stairs.
