Purely a rhetorical question. Everyone knows it’s in Paris. SYLVIA MARTIN is just illustrating what an absolute must she is for the front line of the Moulin Rouge Can-Can, though Sylvia’s undeviating ambition is for drama and she burns to be histrionic rather than eye-catching. She prefers Pinter to panto.
Speaking of France, secretary VALERIE PETERS was going there for a holiday this year, but what with the currency restrictions and her feeling that the General doesn’t like her, she said “Non,” to the idea in the end. She’s going to Cornwall instead so look out for her skimming the white horses on her surf board.
Housewife LAURA ST. JOHN was on the phone ordering some groceries when some burk managed to cross the line and Laura found herself talking to the grocer and the burk at the same time.
The burk was trying to sell insurance and Laura ended up with a pound of bacon and a dozen eggs covered against dying of heart failure while in the frying-pan.
The premium was a tin of mustard a month.
Well, if you have the same talent for swimming and water skiing as JUDY INGRAM, it could be said that you've got aquability too. Judy on water skis, in fact, is a breath-taking eye-opener as well as being dark, tall and beautiful.
This is just for those who sigh for the early sixties, when the mini hadn't yet made us realise that brevity is the soul of haute couture.
For the sake of a little nostalgia here is CATHY McEWAN modelling those old-fashioned fashions, petticoats and all.
She got them caught up in the door later. That made for more nostalgia. Oh well, anything for a laugh and a pretty picture.
Don't bother to answer that question. We’ll take it as read. It’s obviously a foregone conclusion that JAN SIMS has the bonniest legs and the brightest smile.
Jan’s a tall—5' 9"—and shapely—35"-25"-37"— brunette from Glasgow. If you think she’s a professional model, you’re wrong. She’s an ‘Hello-girl’, and modelling is just a hobby. (Is that so? Then what’s she doing with legs like these?)
Preferably, of course, we’d like to have her at this end, but we'd probably have to fight an awful lot of Scots to get her over the border. They’re all mad about this kind of number themselves.
Long Johns are a must for girls who feel the cold weather, such as HELEN MILLIGAN, ANNE SCOTT, DAWN GRAYSON, JULIE LANE, and JANE McKAY.
It's fun being married. JOANNE MARTIN says you needn't take too much notice of those odd people who tell you it's kaput, she says they don't know what it's all about, they're too busy going in and out of foggy hallucinations.
To be vitally interesting to your husband, says Joanne, you need first of all to look lovely to come home to, so that when he comes into the kitchen to see what's cooking he can't help thinking he'd like to eat you yourself.
Joanne, with her long, honey-blonde hair and her undeniable curves, is indeed a dish. She makes marriage lots and lots of fun, and sometimes in the evenings the television isn't an absolute social necessity at all.
Remember, says Joanne, that when hubby says, "Let's switch this rubbish off and play poker," you've proved you know how to be vitally interesting.
Then what?
"Then you need good cards, "says Joanne, "or you're in for a yell of a time "
Usually housewife HELEN STEWART doesn't have time to join her husband on his angling trips. There's too much to do at home and it takes hours, apparently, to catch more than a tiddler.
Helen lives in Ayrshire, but it's not true the fish are underdeveloped there. They're just craftier, that's all.
Anyway, Helen found time to join hubby one afternoon. It was a nice change for an hour, but after that it got a bit trying. Hubby seemed quite happy sitting around catching nothing, but Helen thought things would perk up somewhat if she went for a brisk walk.
It perked up for us when she met our photographer on the way, and Helen had fun doing some pin-ups. The fish popped up to see who owned those lovely legs and hubby suddenly found his float in the middle of plenty. So, he had a perky day too.
If we had to pick any girl to give a shine to winter we wouldn't go far wrong in choosing ANNE SCOTT of Ayrshire.
That well-known smile can do more for chilly goosepimples than a run round the gasworks, especially when it's on show on a crisp and wintry day. Anne has long been one of our own exclusive glamour girls and still her fans write to beg for more.
They like Anne's aptitude for putting over a frilly look just as much as her smile. It’s something they miss out on in these days of jeans.
Architecture as a profession is not closed to the fair sex, and if you thought it was its time our ANGELA gave you reason to re-orientate your thinking. Our Angela knows a blue-print when she sees one.
Angela can not only apply herself practically to architecture, she can also get down to the job of blowing up the fire as gracefully as any full-time housewife, and certainly looks a lot better at it than we do.
Four beautiful Berlin debs taking off the roaring twenties, make a very pretty picture indeed.
Getting down — or should it be getting up? — to a spot of do-it-yourself decorating is bright and bonny SADIE MILLIGAN. And Sadie believes in the outfit being suitable to the occasion.
That’s why for stripping the walls to the bare foundations Sadie strips to the bare necessities. But why is it that the phone always rings at the most inconvenient moment!
That was the landlord on the line. He wanted to know how the decorating was progressing. Sadie told him it was progressing in a series of stripes and polka dots. That left him feeling bewitched, bewildered—and rather worried!
Sadie’s a 19 year old Scot with vitalistics of 34"-24"-36".
In the days when the West was won, it used to be boots and saddles and the sound of the bugles as the U.S. Cavalry came charging up to save the pioneers from being skewered to their waggon wheels by flaming arrows of fire or something.
That's all gone now. The pioneers have all struck oil and the Red Indians are doing their own thing, which is watching Geronimo on the telly.
Today for boots and saddles you can read boots and minis.
SANDRA MORRELL, winner of beauty contests, is all for boots and minis.
We're all for Sandra, she can look scintillating just lounging about.
Confronted with a carpet that badly needed cleaning, the problem for sweet SALLY FORBES was in a sweeper that suddenly went kaput.
Sally being a shorthand-typist was not too well acquainted with the Ins and outs of what makes a carpet - sweeper tick, so if the problem had been one that really worried her, what was she laughing about? It’s ticklish, said Sally, and that's a fact. What’s ticklish? Not the problem, said Sally, but the brush —you try shaving with it and see for yourself.
Picture of Sally girl who has eventually realised that a dud carpet - sweeper is no laughing matter, after all. She’s got company coming for tea.
