Birmingham is not without its own imperishably noticeable dollies, one of whom is ANGELA JONES, a model.
Angela was full of wistful thinking when we photographed her.
She'd auditioned for a commercial in the West Indies. It was something to do with frozen vegetables having tropical allure at Sunday lunchtimes in Basingstoke.
Angela was waiting to hear whether she'd made it.
We hope so.
She'll look very tropical amid all the frozen veg on a hot beach.
In fact, the look this year to catch the eye that belongs to favourite pin-up JANETTE GOODMAN, with just that extra air of glamour we all find so irresistible.
The gas man came to call.
Afterwards he wished he hadn't.
The dolly who rented the apartment was sensational. So much so that she hurt his eyes and the only way he could get rid of the agony was to put his head in the gas oven and look for a leak.
While he was trying to get himself all oblivious in this way, the utterly sensational dolly, WANDA LIDDELL, made a phone call. The gas man didn't participate in the ensuing phone chat at all, but there was this ringing in his ears all the time.
When he got back to the gas works he told the foreman not to send him there any more, it hurt too much. The intrigued foreman went round to see for himself.
Wanda, a green-eyed London bird, answered the door and immediately there was this ringing in the foreman's ears. His leg hurt too. Wanda had closed the door on it. She can recognise a foreman when she sees one.
It was our lucky day when we discovered that acme of secretarial elegance, PATRICIA GARLAND of Kent. Or did Pat discover us? She came into our office to ask us if we thought she would make a passable pin-up model. Passable was putting it mildly. Pat's a perfect pin-up pet—she has a happy smile and long, long legs. We don’t ask for a better pin-up picture than Pat makes, and if we had to switch secretaries at all we’d indent for a switch just like Pat.
In black lingerie, which she models with natural elegance —to say nothing of an air of bewitching femininity—Pat only needs a white stole to produce a finishing touch effective enough to catch any eye that might otherwise wander.
And if you aren't sure what this beguiling look adds to the picture, have the answer on us—for we aren't sure, either. Except we feel kinda sent.
Pat is one of our most attractive 1961 discoveries, and we hope to present her in various pin-up moods in coming months.
Model with a yen for the glamour of the catwalk is MARIANNE HARKE, waiting for a phone call from her agent and getting it and having an extended chat about all things bright and beautiful, which include an appointment with fashion, a day at the races, a champagne lunch and Marianne herself.
Of course.
When a couple of gay girls set out for a ramble in the country, and when those gay girls negotiate the old brick wall on their way, you can’t help thinking of the days when you were young too and sweet Rosie Bessing-woodhampton skipped o’er the dales with just the same charm as now skip ANNETTE FRENCH and JANE RENNIE.
Brick walls and wooden fences have a way of catching at the frills, so there’s no answer to that except to pin those frills back for with frills pinned back a girl is leg-free and all set to jump a five-barred fence (if she’s dumb enough to try!) In case you don’t know, it’s Annette on the left—the one just getting ready to take off for an un-boosted orbit—and Jane on the right. Jane’s the one ready to help the landing be less of a bump than it might.
It was only a short time ago that fascinating CARMEN DENE decided to give up office work and try her luck in show biz. Now she’s really with it, a gorgeous, glamorous starlet and model for whom the most susceptible of us will willingly stand on our heads.
Carmen has loads of talent and a big-eyed, bubbly look, and she can run the gamut of expressionism from whizzbang vitality to “My hat, whose topper am I sitting on ?”
The bright lights of TV and film lots await the arrival of Carmen in a part that sizzles, and it won’t be long before this gay, infectious glamour girl hits it high and handsome.
"Where did you get that hat?"
"It was Boat Race night in Piccadilly," said KIM SCOTT, " and it fell off a dressed-up Cambridge man. How do I look in it?"
"You look like a fair cop, you delicious girl."
"It's only an imitation one," said Kim and did a little giggle. "I don't really think I'd make a good policeman, I just couldn't stand being an arm of the law and telling people to move on.
"All right, we'll stay to tea, and won't move until you insist."
But Kim had a date with someone tall, dark and dishy, because lovely girls like her always do have such dates. She's an air stewardess and the girl we'd most like to get lost in the clouds with.
She lives in Middlesex, not far from London Airport. The fellers say that wherever Kim lives it's spring all the year round.
Oh, yes and ah, well. It's JUDIE JAYSON looking, as usual, like the epitome of graceful curves, and if you know a more representative epitome we dare you to send it by the G.P.O. in a brown-paper parcel. Judie herself would make a wonderful parcel, just about 37-23-36 give or take a couple of sixteenths.
Advertising assistant TONI TOWNSEND is, of course, the girl we’d most like to get immersed in a marketing survey on a desert island with. If that sounds all mixed-up and disjointed, put it down to our natural aptitude for getting a buzz in our ears when confronted by an absolutely corking mini-dress. Toni is twenty-two, she designs and makes all her own clothes. We can’t help it, we still get the buzz. In fact, if she designs even lovelier outfits the buzz will turn into a roaring noise. A roaring noise is something that makes you fall off the top of a tall building. Your only hope is to bounce like a bad cheque and land in the lap of a ravishing advertising assistant.
Toni, by the way, is a Bournemouth girl, so if you're fond of the seaside trot down there on a summer’s day and you might find Toni in a bikini of her own design. We strictly feel that Toni is fundamentally eye-catching in any outfit. In outfits which bear the mark of her own inspiration she is gilding the gingerbread. Gilded gingerbread is too good to be true, but not in this case.
We’re so confused by JENNIE PRICE, whose enchantment flows lyrically over us, that we can’t follow the lines of her car. Jennie, who has just about the nicest legs in Wales, can confuse the most clear-minded car fanatic.
For a blonde as bubbly as HAZEL SHAW what’s more appropriate than a bubble bath? Only don’t miss your footing and fall in like this - it’s easier on the joints to lower yourself gently and gracefully, and you don’t make any splash.
Frankly (says Hazel) that hurt, so pardon my yell of surprise. A bubble bath is just right to tone a girl up and certainly if it makes you look as sweet as Hazel, then stand not upon the order of the bath but dive in tonight as soon as you get home. But take your hat off first.
