Having got over her passion for collecting vintage cars — they all came apart in her hands — JOAN PAUL decided she'd go in for a dreamboat with an outboard.
You don't have to muck about with sails then or get biffed by the boom or something.
So, she advertised for one and a Greek god turned up. Joan took one look at him, went all dizzy and said "Do you have an outboard?"
"I don't need an outboard to get me going” said the Greek god, "I only need encouragement."
Shop assistant KATHRYN JENKINS is eighteen and saving up to get married. So, in her spare time she does a little modelling, which helps to give a rosy look to her savings account. She lives in Coventry but when she's married she wants to live in the country.
In the shop where she works there's an atmosphere of glamour, what with it specialising in ladies' lingerie and Kathy being around to serve. Sometimes a blushing young husband will come in with the idea of buying his enchanting young wife something lovely and frilly for her birthday. Kathy will say, “Can I help you, sir?”
He'll twitch a bit and say, “Well er—I thought of buying my wife something rather er er—you know—well, it's her birthday and she looks nice in something rather er er—”
“Of course, sir," Kathy will say with a smile to knock him unconscious, “I'll show you something ever so er er, shall I?” And out come all the goodies.
She's a lovely shop assistant and has a stunning figure of 38 -22 -36.
The background is Surrey in winter, the girl with the frills is cute MAGGIE McCULLY, the hat exclusive. What makes a better picture?
Maggie lives in Surrey herself, and is gay enough to do a little tree climbing in her best Sunday dress. She is a short-hand-typist who has just begun to do a little part-time modelling, and we must say that hat is as photogenic as Maggie herself.
There's a touch of old Ireland in that smile and a whisper of rustling nylon in the frills. Oh, to be in Surrey now that Maggie’s here!
A girl sitting on a tree is elegant when it's Maggie— and if the elegance looks somewhat disarranged when Maggie falls off, who could make the bump take on the same gaiety as she does?
In fact, Maggie turns the fall and the bump into a picture of a girl sitting pretty. Maggie’s vitalistics? 36-23-36.
Well, in the winter there's nothing like a warm carpet in front of a cosy fireplace.
And there's nothing which looks better on the carpet than a delicious set of lingerie, especially if it's being worn by a girl radiant with cosy glow.
Like Essex girl JACKIE TAYLOR.
Her hobbies are Cornwall, Spain, France, Italy and Germany. She likes travel, you see.
Tidy, too, are SARA SCOTT’S attractive frills as she sets about the morning chores.
This way (says Sara) I keep my hem dust-free and still look very much the glamour girl— I hope. After all, the days when we went around the house in a dust-cap and a sugar-sack apron are gone for good. A girl likes to feel she can wield a broom or a mop looking her best.
But what are you doing on the floor?
I belong (says Sara wickedly) to the domestic chorers trade union, which positively lays down rigid rules about taking a rest anytime we feel there’s a danger of wearing ourselves out.
Are you in danger of wearing yourself out?
Not I (says Sara). I’m too young to need the same amount of rest as most of us, but rules are rules and a girl wrapped up in her domestic chores has to stick to them, don’t you think?
All we think is that you look very cute.
Thank you. You’re not so bad yourselves, either.
MARGO HAMILTON is a dancer who has toured the gay cities of Europe, where appreciation of the long-legged British dancing girls is uninhibitedly vociferous. They are a must in any dancing troupe and Margo is a must in herself. With a long, leggy look allied to that beautiful blonde hair and those gorgeous good looks, she’s not only the Continentals’ idea of glamour, she’s ours as well.
Margo is tall, slender and elegant, and posed these leggy shots for us in confident anticipation that we would be as impressed with the gracefulness of her legs as she is proud of them. The only difference, of course, is that all our reactions are a little confused by our initial feeling of being dazzled.
When we found IRIS GETTINGER, a lovely young fraulein we met in West Berlin, trying to make herself look more beautiful, we knew this was a perfect case of gilding the lily, for Iris is so naturally photogenic she has absolutely no need to try and improve her looks.
Indeed, it’s very obvious that ANNETTE FRENCH must have been a beautiful baby, for just look at her now a pin-up girl with dark-eyed glamour from top to toe perfect to gaze upon and perfect to know.
Annette’s natural love is beautiful clothes, on which she spends most of the money she earns working for a book publisher, and there’s no girl who does more justice to beautiful clothes than Annette.
Annette is nineteen, is engaged to be married some guy is an exceptionally lucky guy and has vitalistics of 35-23-36 going down.
Among all those clothes of hers Annette counts frilly underwear in all its modern allure, and we can assure her that she doesn’t need that mirror to show her how good and gorgeous she looks in it.
Some people—the aesthetic, art-collecting kind—think the most important thing to have in the home is decor. Once upon a time, certainly, nobody thought a home looked anything if it didn’t have wallpaper full of roses, but that was as far as it went. There might be a stuffed bird or two, a bow-legged table and an aspidistra, but all in all what really counted was the little woman.
In Victorian times she had to be a big woman. Well, they believed in women looking like women. None of your Twiggies. She had to be built, and if she wasn’t she used a bustle to help.
So, what do you look for today—velvet curtains, colourful decor, wall tables? Or a wife like SANDIE BROWN, who’d take your mind off any decor, no matter how way out? Sandie has a bewitching figure 38"-24"-37"—and we can tell you straight, we wouldn’t care if the decor was all old and peeling as long as we had Sandie to look at.
Of course, if you are incurably aesthetic but also incurably human, you’d like the girl and the decor, wouldn’t you?
Attractive Yorkshire secretary, MARGOT WEST, found the farm tractor a recalcitrant brute.
It was stop, go, stop, go and stop. The mechanic, a wild irresponsible type, had gone off to play Bingo at the corn exchange, and there was nothing left for Margot to fall back on except her own initiative. Bravely discarding her skirt in case, it caught up in the big end, our secretarial type got down to proving it’s not only typewriters she can cope with.
And how did it all work out? Listen to Margot herself. “Is there a mechanic in the house?”
New Favourite FAY STEVENS has already climbed into the top ten most popular pin-up girls featured by us, and we figure from Fay’s curvy cuteness that this was inevitable.
Fay, who decorates a London office five days every week, is bound to stay at the top while that same curvy cuteness is all her own.
Well, there aren’t many discerning guys who prefer bringing their stamp albums up-to-date to looking at pictures of Fay, and any who do rate sticking stamps the preferable pastime have missed out somewhere along the line.
It’s mod to wear long boots and its ultra-mod to go for rainwear in rubber these days, as modelled here by SONNY BRENNAN, looking slinky in her shining mackintosh. It’s sleek and it’s weatherproof and just right for Sonny to wrap herself in when out in her fast sports car.
And it certainly gives Sonny her mod look, for Sonny is very mod. Born in Yorkshire of Anglo-Irish parents, Sonny is working in London as a model, and fills the bill at 36"-24"-36".
The travelling baker, young and extremely personable, knocked at the apartment door in Knightsbridge.
It was opened by Ernestine, a languidly tormenting blonde.
"Who are you?" she said.
"I'm Faversham," he said, "I've got a bakery in Chelsea and I brought Rita a couple of crusty cobs. It's my day for doing my rounds."
"Thrilling." said the blonde, "but you picked the wrong day. Rita's gone to ski."
Faversham was quite upset. He liked baking crusty bread for RITA JOHNS and bringing it to her in person. No wonder. This is Rita and you can see how lovely she is to bring bread or biscuits to. She's secretary to a tycoon and is mad about ski-ing. That's why she was in Zermatt when the baker called.
She's nineteen, measures 36-24-36 and came to London from Newcastle.
Meanwhile, Faversham was pressing his crusty cob loaves on the languidly tormenting blonde, and she wasn't half playing hard to press.
Across the border there are any number of sweet Scots. One very sweet and winsome lass is LINDA WHITE, a secretary in Glasgow.
Every time Norrie Perkins goes over the border to look for a girl much on the same lovely lines as Linda, lots of men in kilts take hold of him and throw him back again.
Last time he landed in the middle of the traffic in Carlisle. “Get up,” said the policeman, “or I’ll book you for obstruction.” “I’m not here voluntarily,” said Norrie, “it was compulsive.”
So the policeman booked him for being saucy as well. But Norrie keeps on trying. He’s hoping to meet Linda. So are we all.
Last time we introduced gay girls JACKIE LEYTON, and DIANE McCALL, and here we continue the series.
The liveliness of bright young things like Jackie and Diane is inexhaustible, and no doubt as bonny Scots they get all their energy from porridge. We’re not sure if Aunt Esther would be all that delighted about them jumping over the furniture, but as she’s at the local whist drive let ignorance be bliss.
Diane isn’t taking a rest on the floor. To tell you the truth, Jackie tripped her, and the floor just came up and hit the pretty brunette.
Fair’s fair. To even things up Jackie fell flat on her face. We missed the shot, thus saving Jackie a lot of embarrassment, and made do with this one instead. Well, it makes a gracefully leggy finale, don't you think?
