Beauty queen DIANE CLARKE isn't kidding you with her Long Johns. She means it. She likes them. They remind her of the bygone days of the 1920's, her favourite historical era, when the young people first thought up all the mad things to do. Diane is a Middlesex girl and likes to feel warm in winter.
Spick and Span Extra No 35 - Summer 1970
Susanne Kent’s set from Span No 144 was most certainly shot on the intake to Mugdock Reservoir.
The set was taken in 1966, with the final picture showing the location much as it is now. The trees have grown a lot over the years, but it is quite obviously the same place.
Thanks goes to David for researching this.
The Kent sisters, Susanne and Madeline, did a photo shoot here in 1965. These pictures, though, never appeared in a magazine, as far as I am aware. Louise Crawford was also a regular visitor at the tennis club. The final picture of this set shows the clubhouse as it is now; still the original building with its distinctive double pitch roof. It is reasonably well overlooked, but I suppose you would have had to look quite hard to notice from a distance that the girls had shorts on with their stockings and suspenders on show.
Thanks again to David for his research.
All those majestic maples and all those gorgeous outdoor gals you can't wonder we all want to emigrate from the U.K. Look at LISA LINNETTE from Vancouver, for instance. Hold on, Bert, don't go without your hat - in fact, don't go at all-Lisa's paying a visit to Europe this year.
Span No 125 - January 1965
JAN KERRIE came to London from Ireland some months ago, thought she'd stay a few weeks to see how unspeakable the English were and then return.
That was six months ago.
Jan is still with us. It's a divil of a blow to the I.R.A., so it is.
Beautiful Britons No 122 - January 1966
Well, it had to come, even to a girl as trendy as ROSANNE STUART, the adored pin-up of many a British Army unit.
Rosanne was all for the mini, naturally. The mini, naturally, was all for the best when it came to proving that the gracefully sleek look of Rosanne's legs was all her own. It's not a fundamental immodesty for a girl to be proud of her legs. It's good for her.
And it's lovely for us.
Then along came the midi. Rosanne gave a stifled cry of horror, but what can a girl do in the face of cruel fashion? She could only buy one and try one. "Great disasters," said her bus conductor the day after, "where have your legs gone?"
Ah, where indeed? No, they're still there, as you can see. These pics are just for the record in case they do disappear completely.
Spick No 210 - May 1971
Making our cover look colourful and fetching this month - at least, that was our intention - is Bournemouth boutique girl MARILYN WARD. Marilyn was a model before she took over her boutique.
We usually buy our clothes from Ernest's in the High Street not far from here, but if Marilyn would only stock bowler hats and pin-stripes we'd give up going to Ernest's.
Ernest is quite nice and always very polite. Nothing is too much trouble when he's explaining and illustrating the merits of a forty-guinea waistcoat.
"Look, we don't wear waistcoats."
"Then sir is losing the opportunity to become utterly ravishing, sir." "Look, we bet Marilyn Ward wouldn't try to sell us forty-guinea waistcoats when all we want is a pair of socks with a red stripe.' "Sir is joking, of course. Sir is vainly resisting. Hold him, Montgomery, hold him, Lancelot. There. Now what does sir think of himself? Sir looks beautiful. How can sir think of mere socks when sir is adorned in a waistcoat like that?"
"All right, you win. We'll have it on the never-never. Put it in some brown paper and deliver it. We're off to Bournemouth to buy a pair of socks."
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968
JILL LUCIENNE is a girl with many talents, but roller skating is not one of them. Don't let this upset you - a girl can't have everything, particularly when she's so well endowed by Nature.
As you can see, Jill isn't taking it at all seriously, although she has every reason to look less happy about it - than she should, considering you can't hit the deck on roller skates without shaking every bone in your body.
Jill trying to get the better of roller skates reminds us of the blonde who refused to be intimidated by the closing doors of tube trains - you can't win without extra-sensory perception. One summer evening the blonde, refusing to be perturbed by the threatening swish of the closing doors, unhurriedly and gracefully alighted at a station that shall be nameless.
Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960
When HELENE DU BOIS decided to move from a provincial town to London, she thought she was taking quite a chance.
But London received Helene with open arms, and the photographers, who suffer from headaches in their continual search for true beauty, threw away their aspirins and loaded their cameras with light and revelation. Every one's ever so nice, said Helene.
Who couldn't be?
Spick No 179 - October 1968
Secretary SANDRA NORVIC really is quite delightful. With brown eyes that can melt the iron resolution of a Muscovite and lovely legs that can make you realise how she adds to the look of a garden swing, Sandra is just the girl we'd like to share our luncheon voucher with.
Not a bit like Chrissie Moreweather. When she sat on our garden swing she bent it, and when she met her first Muscovite, she put her glasses on and talked politics with him.
Sandra is essentially feminine. Politics send her to sleep. She likes pop music, pop art and exotic cooking. She looks heavenly in a kitchen, and fascinating over a hot stove. She thinks men are delicious. Some are so delicious she could eat them. Anyone like to be cooked in a hot oven?
Spick No 179 - October 1968
They love her in St. Moritz or Zermatt or any of those other places where winter sports are generally adored.
Her name is MARITA SAUNDERS.
Marita is a Croydon girl, with a job in London, and if there's one thing, she likes more than any other it's gliding down the side of a mountain on skis. She's a winter sport of delicious grace, curve, and charm.
Next time we know a photographer who's thinking of gliding down the same mountain at the same time as Marita, we'll get him to snap her in flight, and we only hope he won't end up flat on his back or head-over ski pants in the branch of an Alpine tree for taking his eye off the mountain and fixing it on Marita instead.
It could happen. Marita in a ski suit looks a lovely 38-24-37.
Yoo-hoo.
Spick No 210 - May 1971
The head of the department was delighted to discover that the new shorthand-typist was so proficient. It was a joy to see her tapping the keys so efficiently. Her name was SUE SEYMOUR, and the head of the department looked forward to a long stream of beautifully typed letters that would suitably impress the recipients.
Unfortunately, an agent spotted Sue during her lunch break one day and was as impressed by her looks as the head of the department had been impressed by her work. So, Sue graduated from shorthand-typing to modelling in very quick time indeed, leaving the head of the department quite distracted. Really efficient shorthand-typists who are also a pictorial adornment naturally create a nostalgic void when they depart never to return. But Sue, who is eighteen, tall, and measures 34'-23'-34', is so right for modelling that her graduation was inevitable.
Beautiful Britons No 143 - October 1967
Young and hopeful is PAULINE GORVIN.
She likes dressmaking and dancing, but her hope in life is to become a model. Ah, beauty in all its pristine bloom, ah, life in all its mesmerising enchantment, what glamour there is in the hope of one so favoured. "Really," said Pauline, blushing a bit, "there's no need to go on like that."
What, shall the practicalities of life's cut and thrust reduce us to unromantic grunts? May we not be poetical and lyrical about thy liquid brown eyes and thy lilting loveliness?
"Oh, all right, then,' said Pauline, "only don't make me giggle too much or my coat might slip.'
Span No 167 - July 1968
All right, you at the back there in driving goggles, what's the French for ambivalence? Don't know, do you? Thought you didn't. Got your nose immersed in some lurid pin-up magazine, I suppose? Don't care about French lessons, do you? Don't like my teaching methods, I suppose?
Don't like my face, probably. Rather have your French taught by some oo-la-la bird from Paris in a mini-skirt, of course. A lot of good that would do you.
Well, teacher had no sooner delivered himself of that irate piece than into the classroom walked the most fascinating oo-la-la shape from Paris, whose name was FRANCOISE PROUZEAU and whose smile sent the class reeling and knocked teacher cold.
Francoise was only on a very short visit to England, but my word (said teacher afterwards) she was the one person who could make that idle, incompetent class of mine sit up and listen. It didn't do them any good, though, I said it wouldn't. Now she's gone they just slump about and chew peanuts. By the way, headmaster, I'm getting a transfer to a college in Paris. Francoise is a student there. Here's my notice.
Spick No 176 - July 1968
Giving us the full benefit of that sultry look is ANGELINE DUNMORE. To look at Angeline you'd probably think she's the kind of sophisticated beauty who lounges around all day merely looking glamorous for the camera.
We exclude the smart guys who live by the maxim that nothing's so deceptive as looks.
In actual fact, Angeline's a busy housewife and mother, and prefers the kitchen to the studio.
It so happens that both Angeline and her hubby like to eat.
Thirsty consumers of highballs sometimes consider eating a mere chore between drinks, but not Angeline.
Cooking itself may be a chore, but not the end product. What could be more appetising than ravioli served a la oomph by a housewife more appealing than the dish itself?
Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960
