Sylvia Grant

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It All Happens At Once

It always does. Take the case of pretty SYLVIA GRANT, for instance. Not only does she get caught up in the brambles but she also takes a tumble, and she wasn’t doing anything to anybody, merely fighting her way through a prickly hedge.

Ah well, as long as you can laugh about it afterwards it’s hardly the end of the world. It can just hurt at the time, that’s all. Sylvia, by the way, is a shorthand-typist with vitalistics of 37"-23"-36" and loves a party.

Not you, Nigel, you’re not a party, you’re an insurance broker. Keep your mind on premiums.

Elaine Vickers

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Happy Housewife

ELAINE VICKERS is a charming example of a Beautiful Briton turned beautiful and happy a housewife!

Elaine comes from Dartford in Kent, and before her marriage she worked in an engineering office there.

But although the engineers themselves were very nice, engineering is no career for a pretty girl.

A pretty girl is like a melody. A pretty girl in a frilly slip is an absolute symphony, and there's no place for that in an engineering works not without disorganising the engineers and their output.

When Elaine's not busy with the chores, she likes to play some tennis. If her husband plays as well then somewhere along the line of their progress towards wedlock someone must have called a love game and we don't think it could have been the umpire.

Rossy Rittau

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Rossy

What can one say about a girl who wears such lovely boots?

One can say here is a girl all set for a long walk, at which a man at the back will voice the feelings of all by loudly proclaiming his disbelief. The following conversation will then ensue.

“What was that you said, sir?”

“I said girls in high boots don't wear them for walking, they wear them as an adornment not as a piece of equipment.”

"What we meant was that she looks as if she could manage a long walk.”

“Oh, that’s your game, is it? Get a lovely girl like that to pull on a pair of leather boots and then send her off to walk to Liverpool. How dare you? Just send her home to me, we’re having muffins for tea this afternoon and we’d like her to join us.”

“Us?”

“Me and my dog.”

Having got over that by adroitly procrastinating, we ought to tell you the girl is ROSSY RITTAU. She’s so utterly enchanting that if she has a muffin tea with anybody it’s going to be us. The man at the back can sit down again.

Britt Hampshire

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Pin Up

Long time in the business is pin-up. It can be phrased differently from time to time, but pin-up is the original and the best. It's a picture of a lovely girl looking utterly glam, and is for pinning-up where you can see it to its best advantage. One lovely girl who makes a classical pin-up is BRITT HAMPSHIRE.

Lavinia Grant

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Lavinia Drops In

IT was a rainy day wet, too, as so often happens in this country and the daffodils hadn't yet started to bloom, and the man from the collecting office had already been round twice to ask for the rent. Then luscious-looking LAVINIA GRANT dropped in - actually, it was only to get out of the rain—and we said why not come into the parlour. So, she did and the next thing she knew there was a camera keeping her company at very close range.

Well, it's not often someone as bright as Lavinia drops in on a rainy day. so why not - we said - record the fact? So, we did

This might mean that Lavinia has met too many sailors or not enough airmen. Anyway, she slings her hammock in Kensington now and is shipshape at 37 - 22 - 38.

Ben's Books

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Strip Lingerie No 10

Sandra McPherson

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Hey, Mac !

In calling the attention of SANDRA McPHERSON to the fact that a picture wanted hanging, we did so with a loud whisper. One never shouts at a lady.

It's an accepted facet of pin-up modelling that the job of climbing a pair of steps to hang a picture is never accomplished with a straightforward precision. The picture is too heavy, the steps totter and so eventually does the model. With models as cute as Sandra, the inevitable consequence adds up to a pretty picture somewhat different from the one to be hung.

Bruised she may be, disturbed she certainly is, but Sandra nevertheless - like all similarly pretty pictures - covers the physical hurt and the emotional disturbance with a smile. And then tries again.

And having completed the job successfully she takes time off to listen to a soothing record or two. The introduction of a few cushions is to offset the susceptible tenderness of the bruises, which may not be real to you but are certainly very real to Sandra !

Helen Candlish

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It's The Comfort That Counts !

It’s a pleasure to ask you to meet HELEN CANDLISH, the girl who appears in the next issue of our companion magazine FUNFARE, for this is a preview of Helens series. It’s also to show you that there is a great deal of comfort in old-fashioned long underwear that the flimsiness of more fashionable garments lacks.

With a book, a settee and time to spare, comfort is, in fact, the current keynote with Helen. You may laugh at Helen’s longs, but flimsiness is one thing and comfort another. After all, pilots don’t fly in swimsuits and Russian girls don’t sweep snow in a bikini.

So, until the long hot days of summer definitely show up, what have you got against a girl putting warmth before chilliness?

Indeed, what was good enough for mother is good enough for daughter and what is good enough for daughter is comfortable enough for Helen.

Birgit Kuppershaus

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Fabulous Fraulein

Regarded as stunningly fabulous in the world of West Berlin's glamour studios is BIRGIT KUPPERSHAVS, and you can say that again.

Birgit is our idea of the girl we'd most like to fight a duel over, if only we could be sure of winning.

Lynda Farrell

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Did You Go To Eton ?

When presented with the delightful picture that LYNDA FARRELL made in her lounge, our eyes were taken with her striped tie. Eton?

“No," said Lynda, "I didn’t go to Eton. It's a boys' school. Do I look like a boy?" We left her in no doubt that she didn’t but suggested she might at least have gone to Eton to look over the wall. "What for?" asked Lynda.

We couldn’t think of an answer to that one so pulled our hat down over our ears to take her mind off our gormlessness.

“You look better like that." said Lynda, “and if you must know I wear my tie to show I'm a career girl. I’m going to study astrology.”

Naturally, we were all agog at that and asked why.

"So that I can make you see stars,” said Lynda and pushed our hat farther over our ears by hitting it with the telephone.

Realising that people who ask silly questions are bound to get conked, we left with a ringing in our brainbox and a conviction that lovely girls can't half make an impact.

Especially on one's hat.

Susan Day

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What A Nice Day

A nice day is the kind of day when that brown-eyed brunette at last gives you a smile or when sales girl SUSAN DAY is just herself.

Susan designs clothes as well as selling them, she's an expert in ladies' fashions and looks pretty nice in them herself. And she’s got just the figure for sweaters. 37 - 24 - 37. A sweater on Susan turns into poetry. Try a line or two from Keats. Or a curve or two from Pythagorus.

Rosa Domaille

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Black Lace

To illustrate what s currently cooking in the matter of black lace fashions, we couldn't choose a better model than ROSA DOMAILLE.

Sooner or later most glamour girls model black lace because pink and white are all very charming but aren't the colours to actually slay 'em. Slay whom? Well, mostly the hawk-eyed buyers. Rosa, of course, does happen to be a girl who can slay ’em in anything, which is why Bill Watts, leading London agent for glamour, has just placed her under contract.

Rosa, who is making the pages of the nationals now, was only a girl up from the country a few months ago. Twig the new sophistication, fellers, and breathe deeply.

To model black lace, you just have to be soph isticated. But Rosa's still cute, huh?

In case you've forgotten, Rosa’s vitalistics are 38 – 23 - 36

Fancoise Hardy

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To Cut A Long Story Short

No, listen, Vera, don't muck about, people are looking. Listen, and I'll tell you. It was a lovely night and I wasn’t doing anything, I was just wandering around Venice looking for a lady gondolier who wasn't going anywhere—yes, of course I love you, I wouldn’t have let you buy me that bag of oranges otherwise, would I!—and all of a sudden I saw this E-type Jag in racing green.

Well, to cut a long story short—move your elbow, beloved—named a price and the Transylvanian salesman named a price and I gave a hollow laugh and he said you don’t half look queer, monsieur, and I said I feel queer.

Then what should I see but the most blinding piece of Venetian sculpture—well, I thought it was at first, only it moved and who d'you think it was! No, not Milly burgentrot, she went off to Istanbul with that Turkish bath attendant—no, nor Annie Finnegan, either, she's having an allergy in Cork.

It was FRANCOISE HARDY. What d'you mean, who's she! How do I know who her mother is! Mrs. Hardy, I suppose. Now don’t be like that, you know I’m getting wrinkles about you—no, never look at other women—I just happened to spot this sensational vision in a mini-skirt outside this Venice cinema and I just thought she’d go with this E-type Jag I was buying, only to cut a long story short I fell flat on me kisser when I started to move — this salesman nit had his foot hooked over mine to stop me getting away—

All right give us a kiss then.

Anita Van Ecks

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The Girl From Amsterdam

There was once an Englishman who had his luckiest day when he was in Amsterdam. He was on a business trip and it was so concentrated and earnest that he was quite unable to mix any pleasure with it.

Then his eyes alighted on one of the Dutch secretaries floating dynamically around. He knew that if he lived to be a hundred and ninety no other girl could affect his metabolism like this one. She was blonde, beautiful and superb. Her name was ANITA VAN ECKS.

They met. He wooed her and won her. Talk about romantic, it was electric. Now Anita is a housewife in England, living in Acton. Always having wanted to be a photographic model, Anita took the chances offered by London and is now in orbit around the studios of glamour and commercial photographers.

Carol Burdette

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Waiting For Santa

It was drawing nigh to Christmas and CAROL BURDETTE wanted to be there when Santa arrived this time.

Last year he left her a pullover, a box of tools and a garden fork, with an apologetic note to say if the pullover didn’t fit, he was sorry, but it was a busy time of the year for him.

Carol used block letters this year when she made her Christmas list, a list full of the most delightful feminine things. She only used the box of tools once and that was to knock a nail into the post holding the clothesline, and the post fell down and so did the line.

She gave the garden fork to her boyfriend and he gave it to his father and his father gave it to his office secretary because she’s got a garden and he’s only got a flat.

So, this year Carol is waiting for Santa. If she doesn’t, she might get left with another box of tools and a lawn mower.