Vital statistics of a cover girl are 35"-23"-36", and the particular quality of a cover girl is just the natural one of projecting herself so decoratively that the eye cannot resist her. It all adds up to being as endearing to the optics as shorthand-typist JACQUELINE BLAIR. Steady as we go, we’ve come a long way without having actually fallen overboard once.
You must have heard of “Daddy Long- legs” turned into a very successful play and musical, but if you haven't heard of the feminine equivalent in the shape of MARY GRAHAM, then this is where we bring you up-to-date.
Mary not only has long legs; she also has lovely legs. Plus, a flashing smile and a cute walk which makes bus conductors—and others—whistle.
Mary, naturally, is proud of her long legs — what girl wouldn’t be? but will not commit herself about bus conductors. All she will say is that any bus conductor who likes her leggy walk enough to whistle is the kind of man who should certainly be a conductor in preference to a driver.
Drivers, says Mary—and others—are there to keep their eyes on the road, while conductors are only there to keep their eyes on their passengers. If they whistle after me when their bus passes (says Mary) who am I to decry their taste and discrimination?
It happened in the Penny-Club in West Berlin. The Penny-Club is where the night life is full of froth and fun.
The guy who had all the luck was the feller who compered the leg competition, inviting girls from the audience to participate and try for a breath-taking prize.
In case you’re not quite with us, he’s the one with the measuring tape.
“I think this is a gag and I’m not sure what I’m going to tell my boyfriend. No, he’s not the one with the wide shoulders, he’s the one who’s home in bed with shingles. His nerves are all to pieces and so are mine. Ooh, you’re tickling. "
“Oh, look, I don't really want a prize, I only went in for it because Gerda talked so fast to me. It’s the last time I’m going to let her talk to me at all. She’s all right, she’s sitting over there laughing her head off. Oh, but I haven’t really won, have I! Well, I never. Now then sailors shout show a leg I shan’t have such a complex.”
Very much the delicious Parisian is SOULANGE FERRIER.
Soulange spends her summers working as a chambermaid in a hotel at St. Tropez.
That's French style if you like. Nothing a motherly middle-aged chambermaid who wheezes a bit. Not on your French nelly, dearest. No, it has to be a girl who could also double for a sexy French film actress in one of those permissive Gallic epics which make you roll about in the aisles.
What a lovely Soulange.
How exquisite to have the bedclothes turned down by her at night. Ah well, it's nice to think about.
The old maxim that an apple a day keeps the doctor away is based on common sense and has no connection with those stories that old wives tell each other.
But what happens if you want to keep fit, healthy and vital and you don't like apples?
Quite simple. If you're already fit, healthy and vital you take regular rambles out-of-doors. You combine the intake of fresh air with the pursuit of exercise, disdaining the temptation to walk around obstacles and leaping light-footedly over them instead. Rather in the way that ROSANNE STUART does—and who do you know who looks fitter, healthier and more vital than Miss Stuart?
Rosanne, secretary to a Scottish industrial tycoon, also looks so lovely amid all that outdoor boscage that we asked her not so much what made her fit as what made her so beautiful.
“I keep on eating apples," said Rosanne.
An absolute dolly of a girl is MICHELLE DOLAN, who lives in Bradford, Yorkshire. Goes around with sparks in her eyes, lighting up like the Aurora Borealis at ail the funny things of life.
She's nineteen, measures 37-21-34 and works as a window-dresser. That's kind of Creative. She also likes to do a spot of modelling in her spare time. That's kind of artistic. Well, it is to us. We asked her what her favourite hobby was.
“Boyfriends” said Michelle.
There is an eternal attraction about the countryside which has such an appeal for town dwellers that many of them want to give up counting traffic lights and buy a country cottage.
Many of them do just that and when they're in the cottage they're ready to let the country atmosphere caress them into a kind of soporific bliss.
Two weeks later they're writing letters to their town friends asking them to send an electric mixer or a set of drums. The quiet, they say, is killing them.
You have to be a lover of peace and quiet to settle down in a country cottage. MARGARET WADE wouldn't live anywhere else. Of course, she has a job that keeps her in close daily contact with hustle and bustle and comings and goings, and that removes any desire on her part to own a set of drums.
Margaret is a hotel receptionist.
She also owns a horse. It's much less technologically complicated than a car. She and a horse spend lovely week-ends riding around in all the peace and quiet.
So, if you buy a country cottage ask for a horse as well.
Model from America is SANDY WALLACE.
Born in New England, she has a pad in Miami and commutes regularly from there to London.
Incredible, this casual flipping across the Atlantic when not so long ago it was an adventure for some girls to row from one side of the Hyde Park Serpentine to the other. And if any of them got splashed on the way they'd turn back.
Now Sandy high-flies from Miami to London about once a month without even thinking about it, if you discount the cost. Notice her American legs? Good for a lot of walking, you'd think, but down on the ground Sandy drives a car. Seems an awful waste of lovely legs, what?
There was lush dolly LISA CASALA on one side of the camera and Willy Boodle on the other. And Lisa was telling him to watch the birdie.
Willy did. What a peach, he thought. Big brown eyes and all. He went quite faint and when his passport photograph was developed it looked like a dose-up of a fragile hop-picker who'd been at the malt.
Lisa lives in Dorset. She likes the occasional camerawork.
On either side of the lens she's a beaut.
Willy didn't think his passport photograph would pass. So, he made six more appointments.
"One should be enough if only you don't go all quivery," said Lisa.
"I hope you don't think I've got malaria," said Willy, "I just suffer from susceptibility."
"Fascinating," said Lisa as she ushered him out.
There are large numbers of elephants roaming around places like India, which sometimes makes it a dicey business crossing a road. Elephants don’t observe road rules any more than motorists do in some places. You get an instinct for avoiding action in respect of vehicular traffic, however, which enables you to survive the unpredictability of drivers. But it's different when you’re up against elephants.
Elephants seem dedicated to the pleasure of steaming ahead, irrespective of who's in the way. Once they've got their trunks down and their legs working on all systems go, their dedication to a straight line is heart-stopping. Talking about heart-stopping, we know a girl who makes ours go boompety-boomp, and she's dedicated too. Her straight line of dedication is that which leads to where she wants to go as a straight actress—the top. Her name is FAITH PATTINSON, she’s had stage parts and film parts, she lives in London and we have a feeling about her that we’ve never had about elephants. We have a feeling that elephants are just a load of crash-bang-wallop and that Faith is quite different.
It isn't often that a dental receptionist finds herself featured in the Press unless she's responsible for something unfortunate, like setting the surgery on fire.
With JANE BREWERTON, sweet seventeen, it happened in the nicest way. She won the Girl of The Month contest in the Yorkshire Evening Post and from then on, the national Press evinced interest.
We weren't exactly in a slowcoach mood and we caught Jane still in a delicious tizzy and falling over the furniture. She's a natural blonde with blue eyes and trimly curvy figure of 36-22-34. And we hope to see a lot more of her if we don't get lost on the Yorkshire moors.
It’s all right now, isn’t it, with you pushing your hot toes through the warm sand and Essie soaking up the sun in her incalculably radiant bikini.
You’re all hot.
So to bring a touch of coolness cast your mind back to the last day of winter when it was perishing cold and nobody thought anything of spring being just around the corner. We thought it might strike at the roots of your sun-charged complacency if we showed you what the last day of winter was like to DAWN DE VERE, Essex secretary.
Dawn simply loves the outdoors, except when the last day of winter turns out to be as chilly as this one. Only an inborn outdoor type could put up with it all.
But don’t be put off. If Dawn can smile in a temperature of zero, so can you. All you need do is to wear a fur coat and stoke up your metabolism.
When there’s a quick repair needed before the damage in the nylon starts to run, who looks more delightfully decorative with a needle than HELEN MILLIGAN ?
It happened—more or less—the day IVY WINSTANLEY gave up her career as a talented ballet dancer to marry a man she met when she was at Brighton. Perhaps it’s a bit old-fashioned but it’s nice to know some career girls prefer domesticity to fleeting fame.
Ivy does some part-time modelling to help out with the family budget but on the whole lives the life of a happy Brighton housewife, and that’s one in the eye for the cynics and the playwrights who say there’s no such thing.
Fascinatingly shapely daughter of an Army officer MOLLY CUNNINGHAM really is the most delicious dolly.
Measuring 37-25-38, we defy you to come up with any dolly possessing extra inches without the whole thing being a bit much.
Molly's favourite holiday isle is Ibiza, and she's off to spend the summer season there any moment now. She'll work in a boutique each day, and wine and dine with the young people of Ibiza in the evenings. Don't ask us if she'll be free during siesta time. Ask her yourself but watch out you don't get a fat ear for your sauce.
