Married men will know how nice it is to come home to a cosy house and a chicken dinner and all that heartwarming dessert. One day some fortunate guy is going to come home to JANE PAUL, and for the first ten years he won’t care if he’s got chicken or a Danish open sandwich for dinner. He’ll just settle for the heart-warming dessert.
Well, there was this fabulously scintillating bird in the Berkeley-Square discotheque, and there was this shy but handsome six-footer from Palmers Green. The name of the lovely dolly was JULIE LANE, and the name of the handsome hunk was Edwin, and he was so taken with her that despite his embarrassing lack of confidence he had to introduce himself and find out if she was infatuated with him.
Then up came a reasonably-built guy, about five feet seven, and poked Edwin in the eye. Boy, it seemed, had already met girl, and Edwin was so obviously de trop that he went straight home to auntie. Julie, a lovely London model, was quite tickled. A girl likes to feel fellers can get emotional about her.
It’s regrettable to turn up at the wrong party and unfortunate if you kiss the wrong girl, but these things do happen and all you need to lightly pass them off is the right amount of aplomb. Aplomb is the ability to laugh lightly as the muscular bloke punches a hole in your head after catching you pinching his heart’s desire in a crowded discotheque. Then there’s that feeling of something quite silly happening to you as when you lean gracefully on the mantelpiece and the whole thing, including the marble clock, crashes into the fireplace.
Or like CHERRY LENNOX, university student, you can be strolling through the rural scene with your mind concentrating hard on your economics paper, and something really silly happens.
“Well, I mean,’’ said Cherry, “I wasn’t even doing anything and then swish, this twiggy thing sprang out and tried to use my skirt as an umbrella and it wasn’t even raining.”
“I didn’t know what to say except ‘oops’. I just felt silly. I mean, supposing it had been on the campus? I don’t know what I’d have done for aplomb, it’s not one of my subjects.”
“I fell over a skipping-rope once, but this is just too silly.”
Although PENNY JAMES looks exquisite in lingerie and goes beautifully with any kind of charming indoor decor, she’s really a land-lover.
Nothing Penny likes better than being on the farm, with the sun and the wind about her. Penny, in fact, is an open-air girl, she loves sport, is an excellent swimmer and haymaker.
It’s certainly given her a lovely healthy look and a shape that is just right in a polka-dot bikini. She measures 39"-24"-36".
It’s quite exhilarating this month to introduce an undeniable bevy of pin-up girls, whose photographs are so sweet we haven’t had to take any sugar in our coffee for a week. (It doesn’t half taste funny but somehow we don’t care). The girls are as follows:
LYNDA FARRELL, girl we’d like to row the Atlantic with.
DEBORA STEWART, girl we’d like to explore the Amazon with.
SUSAN FAIRFAX, girl to whom we'd give half our etchings.
DAWN WARWICK and LIZ McEWEN, whom we’ll probably dream about.
What happened?
Nothing very much. VANDA VANE-DOTSON only lost her skirt in a bottle with the bramble bushes. Vanda is a country girl and it could happen to anybody in her kind of country where the brambles are an everyday hazard.
Her name is TERI MARTINE, she was born in Southend, lives in London, loves the swinging scene, Continental travel, good food and good movies. She’s twenty-one, her vitalistics are 37-24-36 and one day when the call of her own home and garden is too strong to resist she’s going to get married and settle down.
How lovely. Even lovelier for him.
This is nothing to do with people who’ve got wanderlust and kick around the world in restless pursuit of they know not what.
This is to do with local kicking around. To kick around it’s wiser to wear boots, then you can kick footballs, brown-paper parcels and bandits who try to snatch your bag in the supermarket.
Our lovely MARILYN WARD has just bought a pair. She bought them for their geary, modern look. She had no thought of using them to boot footballs into the air. Still, When she saw one in the garden she had a go. How did she get on?
“I missed it,” said Marilyn, “and fell flat on my back.”
If a girl can’t settle down for a quiet read without being bothered by a harvester it could mean sudden death for the insect. JANET GOODMAN is not the sort of girl who won’t fight back.
So round the room they went, the flighty harvester and the pretty girl, and whack whack whack went the girl and zing zing zing went the harvester. And just when Janet thought she’d got it she hadn’t and what a fall there was and what a bump. Oh well, you can’t win all the time.
How do you feel just before the croupier spins the roulette wheel and you've got all your fish-and-chip money staked on twenty-one? Do you savage your waistcoat buttons, gnaw your lip, tremble traumatically or what? Look all nonchalant and whistle a sonatal
Be like LIZ HARVEY. Take a chance and take it with a smile. Liz loves a gamble. Loses her shirt regularly but, as she says, it looks better on the croupier, anyway. She took a chance when she went for a film audition. Landed a small part in the Albert Finney classic “Tom Jones." It paid quite lovely lolly. Liz blued it all on mini-dresses and on a horse called Up The Creek.
Laughed her head off when it came out of the starting-gate wrong end first. That's the way to gamble. And, after all, said Liz, the bookies have to eat, don't they ?
I have recently been in contact with Heathers daughter Cherie.
Heather is doing well and now in her early 70’s. She recently celebrated her 50th wedding anniversary. She has had a good life as a home maker raising two children with her accountant husband.
That’s about it for the time being, I have sent her copies of all the books that she appeared in as she was keen to have another look at her fabulous pictures.
Thanks for taking the time to get in contact Cherie, its really great to hear that Heather is happy and well.
You’ve heard about the London Bobbies. It’s traditional for every visitor to say how wonderful they are. Occasionally they kind of let you down by nicking you for a traffic offence, but you can take it happily when they pat you on the head and see you on your way with their own inimitable cheer—“No hard feelings, sir, see you in court.”
There are other Bobbies in London, of course. There are quite beautiful ones like BOBBY SHAW, who is an absolute dreamboat at creating exquisite floral decorations. The only thing more exquisite is Bobby herself. In a sports car she’s more decorative than a cluster of orchids and as she rides by you go weak at the knees with the magnitude of your appreciation. Old ladies naturally think you’ve been drinking and next thing you know a kindly member of Alcoholics Anonymous is asking in the friendliest way if you’d like to be cured.
Cured?
What, and let all the beautiful Bobbies of London pass by without stirring those unforgettable deep-down pangs of appreciative anguish?
It’s all right, friend, just let me lie here.
Well, as LIZ McEWEN was telling her friend Lynda on the phone, it’s easy if your sister doesn’t mind you borrowing her record player and doesn’t yell her head off if she finds you’ve also borrowed her best nylons when you go out on a special date. And, as JENNIE McEWEN said, it’s no problem at all to become very fond of Liz and she would if only Liz didn’t hog the telephone all the time and wasn’t always leaving things like horse saddles around. “I’m fed up with tripping over them and falling flat on my face,” said Jennie.
Well, as Liz said, what’s a lovely elder sister for if not to tidy the place up occasionally ?
Some privileged guy called Willi Fritz, we think, is on the receiving end of this phone call from NINA WARTENBURG, blonde Berlin secretary who's wearing the boots to keep her toes warm.
We hope Willi is sufficiently appreciative of how attractive his caller is, even if Nina is only ringing to tell him to send over a small joint of Dutch veal. In fact, we hope any butcher's boy appreciates a pretty secretary as much as he does a young calf.
