It’s worth a look, and so is SUE HALSEY.
Of course, not everybody gets the grand tour conducted by Sue. Not everybody’s that lucky. And those whom Sue has shown around have usually been unable to remember a thing about the Park. They’ve been too busy looking at Sue.
They’ve been too busy remembering how pretty Sue looked perched on that park bench. You too?
Looking just a little bit cheeky is Hampshire girl JANET COOKE. Janet works in Bournemouth but is hoping to become a photographic model. She has a very trim and fashionable figure measuring 35-22-34, chestnut-gold hair and blue eyes.
Photographers, please note.
Girl who belongs to the modern way of life is BRENDA NORTH, although you can see she likes communing with countryside as well as getting into the groove on the dance floor.
Brenda is slim, lively and likes to go, go, go, and if she looks a little dreamy when she’s out-of-doors, well, the girls in the mod mood today are dreamy, aren’t they?
Things haven't been going quite as exhilaratingly for JANE PAUL as she’d have liked over the last few years.
The fact is, Jane is a soccer fan and a supporter of Glasgow Rangers. And the way that other Glasgow team, Celtic, has been taking all the honours that were once almost exclusively marked up to Rangers has rendered life quite intolerable for Jane. It's made all the more fanatical Rangers supporters feel that life has been hardly worth living.
However.
There are always the compensatory factors associated with fashion to take a girl’s mind off the tribulations of soccer fans. And Jane, a Glasgow secretary, is mad about clothes. She’s bought herself a midi. And she’s gone off tights and gone back to stockings.
Tights are a must with a mini. They're not with a midi.
That's going to please an awful lot of men.
"Watch it," said Jane, "the men in Scotland aren't as awful as that."
There are a great many bonny girls in Scotland, all of whom catch the eye as they run for a bus, but it was quite ridiculous that secretary JOAN GLOVER should catch the eye when she wasn’t even running down the stairs.
Life is like that, not just for Joan but all of us. And because life is the way it is for all of us, life is fascinating.
You've got to hand it to the young generation.
They're not a bit inhibited, and they're so natural they make the rest of us feel how wrong we were to accept that gooseberry bushes had another role beside that of producing gooseberries.
Look at young CAROLINE SPENCER, looking ever so uninhibited in the park. Of course, there was no one about. Just a little riot going on under the trees where fellers were duelling with each other and panting "Hop it, I saw her first."
Caroline just sat there and took no notice.
A busy bee called Bertie buzzed furiously around all day—so much so that the other bees thought about reporting him to their union. "He’s flogging his wings to whiskers." they said. But Bertie cared not, neither did he cease, for he was inspired by the girl who came to the hive to see him at work. The girl was honey-blonde ANITA DALE of Earl’s Court, Kensington, and honey bees naturally buzz for honey blondes.
We sent one of our staff photographers out into Croydon and told him to bring back photographs of maxi-clad girls.
We don't think these dollies realise exactly how they look from behind in their ankle-length drapes, so we hope these shots will be a lesson to them.
Just by way of contrast our photographer also took photographs of mini-clad SUSAN DOUGLAS in the park. What the eye can see it can grieve about or delight in, and if anyone’s optics can't take in the object lesson of the contrast they must be all blurred and bloodshot.
Reaction of one maxi-clad office girl —
"Oh, that can’t be me—it makes me look like grandma, you rotter."
You remember that old gag—fellers never make passes at girls who wear glasses?
They swept that one under the carpet years ago.
You can’t wonder at it when you look at JANE MERCER. Jane, in or out of horn-rimmed specs, is ravishingly eye catching.
Some feller who saw her passing by in a mini was so dazzled he didn’t even notice her glasses. “I was looking the other way,” he said. Then there was the nice chap who helped her off the bus and got into such a tizzy over her blonde allure that he forgot to get off himself and went all the way up the Strand when he really wanted Waterloo Road.
Jane is a secretary, as you’ve no doubt guessed. You can see from her glasses just how efficient she is. Aside from that she has lovely legs and a bewitching figure measuring 37"-23"-36".
Croydon secretary’ with all the appeal every secretary should have is JUDY COE, swinging girl in a swinging scene.
That coal bucket is just a gag, of course. Judy doesn't think in terms of coal buckets and she thought this one was a converted Roman helmet and wanted to know which museum we'd nicked it from.
But she looks a dish in a sweater, don’t you think?
“It’s all wool,’’ she said, “and saves me having to light the fire. Do you remember where I put my hat?”
It was a good question but we had no idea how to answer it.
There comes a time in the life of the happy bachelor when he's willing to relinquish the wheel to a girl.
When Monty took off for a country inn with PATSY FRENCH, he realised he could only enjoy the view of the road. What he had in mind originally was a lunch of bread and cheese and pickles with Patsy, but halfway there he decided bread and cheese and pickles may be the staff of life but they don't represent absolute bliss.
Bliss absolute can be the Beatles or Tom Jones or Elvis Presley, or even a Chopin melody on a grand piano. To Monty it was a view of Patsy in the driving seat. So he stopped the car and gave her the wheel.
What a vision. What a driver.
It mattered not that she drove up hills in top gear, took corners on one wheel and parked the car so that he couldn't get out on his side. Patsy in the driving seat was absolute bliss and so were the pickles.
We’ll take two lumps. NICOLA TAYLOR makes a lovely cup of hot char, and that's not all. She also has lovely legs and in her mini-dress makes just about the prettiest picture around the house you would wish for.
Of course, if you’re about eighty you probably still conjure up pictures of Mistinguette when you think about legs. You're very welcome, but we'll stand by Nicola.
After spending quite a while seeing as much as she could see in America, blonde RUTH BENNET made tracks for home, and home is Britain. We don’t know exactly how Ruth looked before she went to the States, but she certainly looks a gorgeous doll now she’s back.
For those who want to know how she’s shaped up to the American way of life, Ruth’s current statistics are 37-23-36.
That's a nice occupation for a nice girl.
MARGARITA NOLAN works in a gown shop in a Worcestershire town, and if any customer wants to see just how attractively any of the wares can be worn, Margarita doesn't mind modelling them herself.
Lovely and trim she is for this. She's 35-23-36.
Looks delicious even when answering the phone.
There are a lot of nuts about who think nobody can be happy unless they're writing on walls or sleeping under railway arches. They're the ones who tell you that housewives are cabbages.
Well, we've featured scores of housewives and none of them look like that.
They're all so glamorous.
Here's our latest find, JENNY PIPER.
Jenny is a housewife from Farnborough, Hampshire, she's blonde, bewitching and bubbly.
She was a window dresser for a free-lance display group before she got married, and she worked mainly in the windows of Kensington and Oxford-street stores. It was warm work for Jenny but a treat for the passers-by. She looked a lot more vibrant than the dummies.
Now as a housewife she's a lovely cook and gorgeous to come home to.
