Anne Scott

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Yesterday’s Look

It seems from what the fashion pundits say that the era of exquisite feminine lingerie has gone with all the other dated items of yesterday. It's just going to be stretch tights forever from now on, so they say. Even bras are going out. The fashion pundits are always far more interested in selling themselves than in making us happy.

We're not like that. We want to make you happy this month by bringing to your dreamy eyes the look that graced the fashions of yesterday, and ANNE SCOTT in the lingerie that used to make all the advertisements on the underground look so alluring is quite irresistible, don't you think?

If you prefer stretch tights and a body stocking, you're so modern that there's nothing we can do for you.

Anne is a deliciously photogenic Scot from Glasgow.

She looks happy.

Are you happy too now?

Joan Russell

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Ha Ha

To some girls the problem of getting out of a car is a matter for serious application If they don't wish to stop the traffic.

To JOAN RUSSELL it’s funny ha-ha because she says she gets tickled by the safety-belt on her way out.

Well, she's laughing about something.

Hazel Shaw

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Northern Lights

When those Northern Lights appear the world up there seems beautifully bright, and adding her own lustre to the illuminations is lovely HAZEL SHAW, new to the camera but perfectly photogenic.

And would you think that a girl so appealingly cute would also be a judo expert—a yellow belt holder, in fact? You wouldn’t, would you? But she is. Which only goes to show once again that appearances are intriguingly deceptive.

Hazel is nineteen and is so good at netball that she was captain of her school team. Hazel may look bewitchingly feminine, but she is also a fine all-round athlete and can-do a hundred-yard sprint with the best.

 

 

Angela Perkins

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Calling Miss Perkins

There was a call for ANGELA PERKINS of Glasgow, and it was all the way from America.

It was Butch, an American sea scout she'd met on a rigger. They were sailing down the west coast to Plymouth. Butch was so overcome by Angela's charm that he fell overboard. Everyone wondered what happened to the poor guy.

He rang Angela to tell her he just kept on swimming and when he finally touched bottom it was at Baltimore.

"That's wonderful," said Angela, "and where are you now?"

"On the waterfront," he said, "and I'm starting on my way back right this minute."

Angela heard a splash. She put the phone down. She went shopping. She didn't think he'd arrive too soon.

Nancy Crawford

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The Girl Next Door

When we're growing up and are beginning to realise that girls are gorgeously different, we all like the girl next door to look like NANCY CRAWFORD, so that we can lend her our library books.

Samantha Davis

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Keeping Up With Samantha

If you're ambitious in an energetic kind of way you'd probably find that keeping up with SAMANTHA DAVIS wouldn't actually break your leg, even if it did other things.

Samantha is just crazy about music to start with, so you'd need to know as much as she does about every composer from Beethoven to the Stones. That would set your mental energies back as much as you'd want, and you'd only have just begun.

Next, you'd have to be able to play a swinging, biffing game of tennis and a zooming, bounding game of netball or basketball, if you must. Add to that Samantha's interest in photography, and if you weren't able to snap a wall-tailed kirtlewarbler on your first day out on the top of a sharp mountain, you'd possibly be dropped or at least left behind.

Well, that's enough of that. Samantha is a hotel receptionist and we'll just keep up with her in the hotel lobby. We know our limitations.

If you must have Samantha's statistics, they're 35-23-36, and she likes flowers instead of chocs when she's taken to the theatre.

Jane Neman

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Wakey – Wakey

Dover girl JANE NEMAN was doing nothing except getting a tan while she slept on a deckchair in the sun. Jane a window-dresser, deserves better than a deckchair.

Deckchairs are apt to be indiscriminate in their choice of victims. And before anyone could say “Hands, knees and boomps-a-daisy” poor Jane got the boomps and not the daisy. Well, at least it makes a pretty picture of Jane’s frills.

Carol Burdette

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It Must Be the Weather

It was all right at the time of going to press. In fact, it was rather enjoyable and we were able to mow the lawn and clip the dog.

Mrs. Harriet Sprog from next door came around and asked who the devil had had the nerve to make her prize Airedale look like a newly-shorn lamb and whoever it was was going to be sued for a million, even if Mr. Sprog had to mortgage the house to raise the money for lawyers’ fees.

It was only then that we realised we hadn’t got a dog.

We assured Mrs. Sprog it must have been the weather, but Mrs. Sprog never notices the weather and is never influenced by it. She can’t understand why it should influence other people and the only time she was chased round the garden in spring by Mr. Sprog was 10 years ago. She soon put a stop to that caper by dumping him in the compost heap. We don’t know what’s going to happen now. Our only excuse is the weather. It’s the weather that induces cute CAROL BURDETTE, chemist’s assistant, to don her longs. The sun was shining, we told her. She said yes, but you can never tell what it’s going to do tomorrow.

Susanne Kent

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Susanne

Model with the modern approach and right in the swing of things is SUSANNE KENT, girl with the Continental look but a sweet and shapely Scot for all that. Susanne is all set to follow in the footsteps of the best cover girls we know.

Amanda Dell

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Racing Certainty

The fact is, when London girl AMANDA DELL goes to the races it's a certainty the bookies will give her the best odds they can devise without actually having to sell their yachts if she backs the winners.

Amanda has got a way with bookies. She's also got a way with horses. Horsey types call her the neatest seat in Surrey. She's a shorthand-typist in the City from nine till five when she's not chasing certs at the races or galloping her gee-gee around the Downs.