Anne Duke

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How To Keep Our Friends

How To Keep Our Friends

That's if we've got any friends. Some reader wrote us the most unfriendly letter, so we're not sure if anybody loves us at the moment. Still, there was one awfully decent bloke who wrote us about ANNE DUKE and said what a divine creature she was and that he'd love us for ever if we'd only feature her more and more and more. Naturally, if we've got one friend, we'd like to keep him. Anne was very cordial about it all and said she’s tickled to death to be photographed again. No, no, we said, the pleasure will be all ours. After all, let's face it. Anyone on the viewing end of the camera and getting those long, lovely legs in focus can hardly be said to be suffering. You know Anne is a Welsh beauty queen, of course? If you don't, that means you only look at the pictures and don't read the print. Try and persevere. The print isn't as scintillating as the pictures, but it's more educational.

Letter of the Month

Please can we have a little more variety? I don't mean I want to see photographs of shrimp boats or cattle markets, I mean I want you to range far and wide and bring us glamorous pictures of glamorous beauties from everywhere. When do you ever feature Chinese girls? Never. When have you ever featured Indian girls? Never. Have you ever found us a beautiful young thing from Indonesia? No. The Indonesian girls are particularly lovely. I should know. I've been there. Have you been there? You can't have or you'd know what we're missing. I don't think you try hard enough. I think you just sit around and take what comes. I think you're going off, in fact. I can see all the mini-skirted London dollies I like, I live there, and so do thousands of other readers. Shake yourself, please. You can do it. You've only got to start working.

D. B. FRANCIS - Kennington, S.E.11.

What about Mongolian dollies? Just say the word and we'll flip off there and probably never come back. So there.

Spick No 176 - July 1968

Jenny Piece

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Smitten By A Sec

Fred was just holding a horse while Joe went to fetch a saddle when JENNY PIECE of Worcester came through the gate. Fred felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, and if he hadn't been holding onto the horse he'd have fallen down.

Jenny, a secretary, was wearing polished boots, brief mini and a devastatingly floppy hat. She asked Fred if he had a spare horse around.

"Believe me," said Fred hoarsely, "you only need to ask, and you can have the whole string.” "What are you all flushed about?" asked Jenny, looking traumatically bewitching under her hat. "It's not hot, is it?"

"Don't let's talk about me,' said Fred faintly, "let's find you a spare horse and then we can have a long chat about your phone number. Of course, if you're going riding, I'll come with you, I'll just fade away if I don't."

"No, I'm not going riding," said Jenny, "I just happen to have a lump of sugar and if you've got a spare horse that's not doing anything can i feed him.' So, she did, but the place has never been the same for Fred since she left.

Span No 176 - April 1969

Britt Hampshire

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Up From The Country

Born in Hampshire, BRITT HAMPSHIRE is well-named. Britt came up from the country last year and has been happily earning a living a as a model in the big merry-go-round of London.

Country girls have lovely complexions. Britt looks like a dairymaid fresh from helping the farmer gather his corn. That doesn't mean her conversation is restricted to agriculture or how to spray fruit trees. She can converse on the most abstract subjects, reducing the listener to a mesmerised admiration of her voice and her blue eyes.

In view of man's infatuated helplessness in the presence of beauty, it's easy to understand why Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships.

Beautiful Britons No 156 - October 1968

Sara Stuart

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Eye-Catching Deb

Coming out with the rest of this year's high society girls might have made SARA STUART a little remote from us. But Sara is essentially a friendly girl, enchanted by all that keeps a philosopher down on the ground and a sputnik up in the air. Life is the keynote of Sara's interest in each day as it arrives, she loves the Beatles and is mad about Sir Malcolm Sargent. Also, she's one of the most eye-catching gals in the place.

Span No 134 - October 1965

Mrs Smith

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Mrs Smith

Sylvia Ternes

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Shorter Than Short

It's no hardship to us to admit that skirts are now shorter than short, it's when a girl like SYLVIA TERNES gets caught out making running repairs in rural West Berlin that a shorter than short garment kind of catches up with one. We don't mind. Sylvia has just the legs for this kind of fashion.

Span No 134 - October 1965

Susan Douglas

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Who's gotta horse

Girl who's got a whip but no horse at all is SUSAN DOUGLAS. Could some kind owner lend her a nag and a pair of photogenic jodhpurs? Susan tore her own jodhpurs? at a point-to-point.

Span No 125 - January 1965

Lisa Scott

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Lost and Found

Candidly, we're always losing things because we don't remember where we put them. Other people lose things because they're careless.

Canadian girl LISA SCOTT, married to a lovely Englishman her own description is neither forgetful nor careless. Well, not normally she isn't. But the other day she had an argument with a traffic warden, and it took the edge off her tidy mind. She couldn't think where she'd put her shopping list, her money, and her book of stamps.

She looked everywhere. She wasn't half cut up about her temporary mental aberration. Goodness, she thought, at twenty-one, is it a sign of old age? No, darling, just the upset condition traffic wardens get people into.

Anyway, all ended on a rapturous note. She found the missing items in the pocket of her car. Not wanting to lose them again, Lisa decided that the traditional lodging place favoured by so many women before stretch tights put paid to it, was her best bet against further loss. So, she tucked the items into the top of her stocking. How pretty.

Beautiful Britons No 174 - May 1970

Jan Newman

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Bronzed Blonde

Speaking about the Mediterranean, here's an enchanting blonde who got beautifully bronzed on the Italian Riviera. Her name is JAN NEWMAN. She's back at her office desk now and looking as if she's only just stepped off a hot beach.

Maria Assin

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Come On out

There's not much you can do on a lovely summer day except go to the races, take a punt and a picnic up the river, fly off to Italy, chase nursemaids through the park, pick flowers for a lovely lady or just settle for a siesta in the sun.

Or give a helping hand to MARIA ASSIN as she alights from her car and then offer to show her what you're currently growing in your greenhouse.

Spick No 168 - November 1968

Josephine Peters

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Jo

Short and sweet is the diminutive which her friends use for JOSEPHINE PETERS, long-legged London model. "Hi, Jo," is what you hear in the discotheques and Jo flashes her big-eyed smile and then, if she doesn't know who's addressing her, she steps on his foot and passes by.

But you can't blame any bloke for wanting to get to know her.

Span No 176 - April 1969