Girl with a good book is pin-up favourite CHRISTINE BARNETT.
This should go some way towards proving that Christine has an eye for the written word.
It should also help to convince the sceptics that pin-up girls really do know a book when they see one.
And the fact that Christine fell off the chair while reading this one wasn’t because she wasn't used to books it was just that the book happened to be a darned heavy one.
In days of old When nights were cold wall-to-wall carpeting was something you only found in Persian harems. Nothing was too good for those voluptuous Persian concubines.
It was far more humdrum elsewhere. On Victorian Friday nights the bath would be brought into the kitchen and filled with hot water. In you'd get with a great big square of soap and a scrubbing brush.
While allowing for certain differences brought about by progress, we must say that if any Victorian Friday night ever looked like JANET DE BOLLET looks, it could have been altogether delicious.
"Yes, it is a wee bit cramped,” said Janet in her Streatham kitchen, "but if the Victorians managed, then so can I.”
Having trouble with the high fence is JULIE SCOTT a typically bonny Scot, incidentally for she's got to get over it one way or another.
Ah, well, it’s simple enough for hikers in shorts and rucksacks, but not so simple in frilly skirts and a strong breeze. Nevertheless, you can see why Julie has won shapely leg competitions!
On which note, we’ll leave Julie in contemplation of the fact that in due course she’s got to climb back again. Pity we’ve got to depart in haste, but we forgot to stop the milk.
Scotland is the country where you'll find the colourful heather in all its wild beauty, and where there's heather there are kilts and other things entirely Scottish.
George Pumpkin—what a funny name—went up to Scotland for a holiday once. He hardly noticed the heather because the place was full of bonny birds. He’s still up there and his firm keeps writing to him asking him when he's coming back. So does his girl friend. But George is quite happy, thank you.
So would you be if you had girls like VICKI MUNRO to look at every day.
Vicki is nineteen and a fashion model.
But despite all the elegant houha of fashion modelling there's nothing Vicki loves more than outdoor sports like tennis and netball, which she plays with such bang-up enthusiasm that all the other girls keep gasping, "Och, my eye." Which is Scottish for "Oh, corks."
There's no pin-up girl quite like RUTH CAVENDISH.
Well, that's what all her fans say. And her fans are so fanatical you're chancing your life if you argue with them. You get slung off Tower Bridge or dropped from Nelson's hat. Nelson's hat is so far from the ground in Trafalgar Square that from the time you get dropped to the time you hit the flagstones the pigeons have flown round in six circuits.
Ruth is having a lovely life. She's a cashier and the most infectiously delicious brunette you ever clapped your peepers on. She's as Scottish as Flora MacDonald and as curvy as Clara Bow.
Clara Bow? Who's she?
Sorry, we forgot you didn’t go in for pre-war birds, only for modern swingers like Ruth.
Wow! Caught in the rolling drums of a Berlin funfair—little Willi is keeping his feet, but sister Suzy isn’t so sure about hers! Ah, well, it’s all in the fun of the fair and Suzy is bound to be swept off her feet sometime in her sweet life-
It isn't only the fellers who like the long legs of JEAN STEWART, a Glasgow salesgirl. Some horses she knows also show a fine sense of appreciation. The talkative one said, "But who'd be a horse? You can't whistle a girl, you can only neigh. And when you neigh they come and tell you that you've already had your oats. What a life.”
SALLY FAIRFAX please, and yes, you've caught me in my stole.
Down in the wilds of Wiltshire it was all golden with hay, and shop assistant CAROL GAYE took the week-end off to help a farmer friend get everything nice and tidy.
There was hay everywhere, and after carting armfuls of it into the barn to make a tidy pile, Carol got warm enough to shed a garment or two. That was when the feller with the camera appeared. They always do on such occasions. He took some enchanting photographs of the hay and even more enchanting ones of Carol.
It was like this. Lovely MARIA ASSIN was about to put her riding gear on when she heard her horse whinny. So she dashed out of her shooting-box, the place she uses for changing, just in time to stop her mount from galloping off to join another horse five miles away. Although it left Maria hardly dressed for the part, it did at least save her from losing her horse. And if you want to see how Maria coped when she found she’d lost her jodhpurs instead, make sure you get next month’s issue, when Maria and horse will appear again.
Whenever we get into a car with JAN NEWMAN, she drives us wild. Jan always keeps her eyes on the road and never runs out of petrol. “What about stopping here to look at the view, dear girl?”
“Now, now, don’t be naughty, you know I’ve got a hairdressing appointment.”
“You change gears remarkably well, you lovely thing.”
“Don’t crowd me and don’t call me names or I’ll tell your wife.” “Oh, that was a jerky change - you put your elbow in my eye.” “Here’s the bus stop. You can get out now and finish your journey on a No. 27.”
That’s what we call really driving us wild.
Face to face with herself is pert and pretty PAULA VANCE.
Paula’s a girl who can square up to a mirror with more confidence than we can!
All the mirror tells us is that we need another shave. What it tells Paula is that she doesn’t need a thing - she’s loaded with everything that counts.
Everything that counts may include lolly, but actually we weren't thinking of lolly .
Lots of girls are handy with a knitting needle or a piece of material or a cookery book.
But not every girl can say she knows what she’s doing when she’s got a trowel in her hand. To most girls a trowel is an odd-shaped instrument that won’t fit her handbag.
However, one does meet the occasional femme who not only knows what a mortar mix is but can also apply it very neatly with a trowel. Among the enlightened few is PATRICIA BLAKE.
Patricia is a long-legged manicurist whom any builder would love to have for a mate, but Patricia is rather keen on a racing driver. Life is like that. You can never have exactly what you’d like.
Still, if you’ve got a brick wall that needs repairing or even a brick wall that needs building, and you know Patricia well enough to approach her, then you couldn’t wish for a better mortar worker than this delightful girl. She doesn’t know the rate for the job as a builder’s mate but she’ll probably ask for ten bob an hour. You’ll just be able to sit back and supervise.
How divine.
Any girl who works as a grocery assistant is worth knowing in this day of mixed-up priorities.
It's this shortage of sugar. Actually, if we all took only half our usual quota we wouldn't be doing ourselves anything but a favour. Still, habits are habits, and what you've always had you'll always want.
So if you know SUSAN CLEGG, just be nice to her. Susan is a grocery assistant in a Yorkshire village and keeps a very fair and impartial eye on the sugar stocks. But to get away from it all she's just taken up modelling, since she's got a lovely pair of legs and doesn't think they ought to be hidden behind counters all the time.
What a nice, thoughtful glamour girl.
