IT'S not Anna's face that's been her fortune-it's her slim, boyish figure. For a long while now, she's been modelling schoolgirl's wear. "I must," she smiles, "be the only 22 year-old schoolgirl in the modelling business". But now she's getting tired of being seen only in gym smocks and navy bloomers. She's thrown aside the hockey stick and emerged as a woman QT style. Our view? Stay behind after class, Anna!
QT No 91 - 1964
She's rich. Not just in money, but in talent as well.
She's daughter of a certain businessman who made his fortune manufacturing a certain brand of washing machine. We will refrain from telling you the name of the product for fear of being accused of giving free advertising. She paints abstract art and in two years made the jump from hanging her pictures in the open-air Hampstead art exhibition to being commissioned to paint portraits of some of England's most notable industrialists and politicians.
She calls herself Karen Jenson, but we suspect it's an assumed name; it wouldn't do to drop the real name of her respected family just anywhere, would it? She's planning to branch out into designing backdrops and stage sets for West End musicals. We doubt if she'd have much trouble there. With or without all her talent, one long, sultry look would soften up most theatre producers. Add a short skirt and a slow, knowing smile and even the hardest heart would melt.
Our pictures of Karen were taken at her own country home, where she gets away from it all on the rare occasions when she has time. Most days it's work, work, work. And most evenings it's play, play, play. There isn't much time for rest, rest, rest. You see, she may be a rich man's daughter, but she's not the kind to let it go to her head. She'd hate to laze around for month after month doing nothing (or so she tells us). She wants to go everywhere and try everything, at least once. And that's why she decided to model for our photographs. Inevitable, really-she's as good at that as she is at everything else. Like we said, a girl with talent.
Mustang No 7 - 1969
WELL, this is the season for berries. Gooseberries, blueberries and so on. But the best of them is JANE BERRY or so we think for Jane has that extra something over a mere berry plucked from a bush. Jane, for instance has, a perfect shape, and gooseberries are inclined to be all shapes and sizes.
Jane is nineteen, is a trained theatrical and ballet dancer and was born in Cornwall.
She is also a water-skier and a great showjumper, and when such versatility is added to sweet beauty, what more can you want?
Span No 84 - August 1961
Enjoying all the invigorating delights of making a splash in the local river is SANDRA KEYES, blueeyed blonde. Sandra is a shorthand typist and a pop fan, with an eager beaver approach to all the healthy fun of life. Sandra's maxim is that you're only young once, her modest ambition is to marry and live in a country cottage. Lovely.
Beautiful Britons No 182 - January 1971
There are several ways of waiting for a bus. All droopily with a loaded shopping bag, or shoving and pushing in a queue or, like HELEN ZACHARY, buoyantly and irresistibly.
The roaring No. 1A pulled up with a vibrating jerk that sent the clippie cannoning into the back window.
"Cor," said the driver.
"Oh, me ticket-punching equipment," gasped the clippie.
"Thanks for stopping," said Helen.
“I don't know how I'm going to start again," said the driver, "I'm all concertinaed.
When it comes to stopping the traffic, Helen, like all these vibrant London dollies, has it all wrapped up.
Making our cover look very colourful this month is AMBER JACKSON, one of our latest lovelies.
Amber is willowy and gorgeous, and when she's not adding glamour and elegance to the London scene she's probably in Paris or Rome, trying to look over the fashion trends there while fending off ardent Latins who want to get to know her better.
"Honestly," she said when she arrived back on one occasion, "you daren't even smile or you get carried off to meet someone's mother with a view to being approved as a bride. Well, I hope as a bride, but you can never tell with those Continentals."
You're right, love. Some of them just have no principles.
Spick No 246 - May 1974
When Mr. Bakewell Pursglove shot into the solicitor's office he was in a frenzy of irritation and very loud of voice.
“I want me rights, I want protection,” he roared, "that blue-bottomed monkey from next door has eaten all me flaming raspberries again."
'Oh, how distressing," said a soft, calm voice, “please take a seat, sir, and I’ll see if our Mr. Henry is free.”
The next thing Mr. Bakewell Pursglove knew was that a vision of warm-eyed enchantment was guiding him into a chair.
"Who are you?" he asked faintly.
The vision introduced herself as CATHY WINSLOW, an invaluable asset in any solicitor's office.
"Well never mind Mr. Henry or whatever his name is," said the infatuated Bakewell, "you'll do for me, darling. It's this perishing jungle creature they keep next door. Every year it sneaks over the fence and eats all me juiciest raspberries. Now what I want done.” And he went on about some kind of complicated civil action and in between managed to invite Cathy round to see his cucumber plants.
In return Cathy managed to pass him over to the senior partner and Bakewell wondered where all the enchantment of the place had gone.
Spick No 211 - June 1971
The fanfare heralding the arrival of spring seems ready to sound any moment when you see HEATHER ARMFIELD looking so vibrant amid all that foliage.
Heather is a receptionist and a real dolly.
She's so gorgeous she ought to be kept in diamonds and furs, and have her husband buy her a yacht as well, and if it doesn't work out that way someone is falling down on his responsibilities.
Dollies who look like radiant springtime are made to be spoiled. If you're too hard-up to spoil yours excessively, write a her a poem.
Beautiful Britons - No 207 February 1973
It had been a hard day’s day for model LINDA ROOM, currently working in West Berlin.
All those fashions had been hot. When they made a model exhibit the warm allure of winter furs in the summer, you bet it's hot.
Linda couldn't get home to her apartment quickly enough. Quickly removing confining garments, she got into something comfy.
Eh?
Then clad in something comfy she took a long cool drink.
She felt a lot better then.
And she looked awfully comfy.
Poetical Pin-Up
A girl must do a steady job of work in order to earn herself acceptable board and lodging, but that doesn't mean she has to become as soulless as her typewriter.
If you've got poetry in your heart, as SANDY BLAIR of Canterbury has, it can take more than a rattling commercial keyboard to smother it. Sandy likes to write poetry every spare moment she can get, and none of it starts off on the lines of 'Violets are blue. or roses are red . .
It's much more like
Ah, brooding walls of glass and lime
That soar in concrete grey
Come down, dark walls, come down
And crumble.
Sort of modern and passionate.
Sandy is a poem herself, and lovely to look at as well.
Spick No 246 - May 1974
West Berlin fashion model GABY BLAESING had an assignment in the country outside the city. It was to model trousers and sweaters, trousers, and tops.
Gaby thought one of the tops would look more in fashion if worn up instead of over.
Some fashion.
Mr. Gubbelheimer will hardly think it's quite the thing for a night at the opera. Gaby thought it a giggle. The photographer thought it a goggle and fell over his tripod.
We think it's a little bit saucy.
Pass the iced water, Claude, or pour it over us yourself.
Beautiful Britons No 207 - February 1973
By PAMELA GREEN
I was very privileged to be able to take my photographer, Harrison Marks, behind the scenes and in the dressing room of the Prince of Wales theatre. The glittering show is "Paris by Night". I was allowed to visit my old dressing room from the time when I used to be a showgirl at the Folies myself, and found some old friends there and many nostalgic memories from the past.
Read MoreThis way. Oh, okay, said JEAN STEWART, Scottish shorthand-typist from Glasgow.
Any way will do, really. Fact is, you look bonny from any angle. Don’t mind us saying so, do you?
Not at all, said Jean, only I bet you say that to all the girls.
Only to the bonny ones. You’re ever so bonny. Look this way, mmm?
Cheeky lot said Jean.
Spick & Span Extra No 33 - Winter 1969
Old Arcadia was a kind of rustic paradise full of nymphs and shepherds and curly white sheep. There was laughter and song and the chuckle of the winding stream.
Modern Arcadia is any rural retreat where you can see lovely dollies like SANDRA MARSH. There don't have to be any curly white sheep or winding streams. Just Sandra.
Sandra is a Bristol girl, she's dreamy, she’s Arcadian.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
