Born twenty years ago in Yugoslavia, VESALINKA STEVANOVICH is now domiciled in England. She works in Bristol and now has her eye on a modelling career. Her vital statistics are 36-24-36 and you can see what a charming outdoor vista she makes.
Getting down to it in the kitchen any moment now is popular pin-up Sandra McPherson of Ayrshire. Not every cook looks like Sandra. With most of them it’s either a large white hat or a flowery apron. With Sandra it’s a question of not letting any utilitarian kitchen garb take precedence over a pin-up outfit.
Turning out a souffle needs concentration, but Sandra in getting down to it still manages to look like the girl we’d most like to decorate our own Kitchen with.
How’s that? It looks good. But what does it taste like? Traditionally, the proof is in the eating thereof.
It turned out so tasty that Sandra finished it up. That means she’s high up on the ladder of culinary success, and so she is—literally.
Another unforgettable secretary we know is SARA MARSDEN of Essex, and the sun has an appeal for her to.
Sara likes to acquire a golden tan before she goes on holiday, so that when she arrives in Spain or Italy or Sardinia, she's already on her way to the kind of tan that will make her glow until Christmas.
The leafy woods of Essex are her week-end habitat, which is Latin for rural retreat in Sara's case. She loves beat groups and dancing, she's a natural swinger and has classical vitalistics of 36-23-36.
In the Portobello Road, site of the famous London market, you can find BETTINE PARMENTIER helping her mother at their antiques stall. Bettine isn't just a pretty face—
"All right, don't be superfluous," said Fred.
Bettine is a real help. Her knowledge of antiques would hold any collector spellbound, especially if he liked girls as well as old doorknockers.
When she's not at the stall, Bettine is travelling around the country looking for bargains, and many an old gentleman owning a Boer War assegai has been induced to discuss a sale over a cup of country tea.
"Tell her to come round and see me," said Fred, "I don't have no assegai but I don't half make intoxicating tea."
A girl of today is SAMANTHA BOND, a lover of pop music and everything else that makes life a lovely giddy whirl of fun and fantasy.
Not for Samantha are the prophets of gloom. She's only got to give one of them that flashing smile of hers and he's a changed prophet.
"Ye gods," he'll say, "those ivory-white teeth, darling, are they the result of being so healthy and happy ?"
"No, just that extra-special double-mint whiteness that comes from using Crystal- Foam toothpaste with formula WGYF added," says Samantha.
"What's WGYF?" asks the entranced prophet.
"We've Got You Fooled," says Samantha.
We were having a lovely chat with that corking Scottish fashion model HELEN MILLIGAN. It was before cricket and baseball had started and girls were still wearing something warm. We said what a famous looking sweater she had on.
“I knitted it myself,” said Helen.
“No, did you really?”
“Don’t I look as if I can knit?” she said.
“You look spectacular and any implication we made to the contrary was all to do with wonderment at your all-round capabilities.”
“I don’t like the way you said that,” said Helen, “it makes me sound like a computer.”
We were equal to that. We said, “Any computer which looks as corking as you do in a hand-knitted sweater deserves to get nominated for a technological Oscar.”
“That might mean something,” said Helen, “only I bet you say it to all the girls.”
“Only to those who knit their own sweaters and look as—”
“Don’t keep on,” said Helen, “just go and find the boat and row me back to a pot of tea and a plate of hot scones.”
At the motor show they were all hustling and bustling to get closer to models with the most modern lines.
And wherever model MONIKA DIETRICH went the crowds were sure to go. Monika came to Britain from Germany a few years ago and now lives in London, where she’s working in TV commercials and making film appearances. And in this appearance at the motor show she was more sensational than automobiles that fold up for parking in a pantry.
In any case, only a car with a chassis that measures 39"-23"-36" has any real chance of being as sensational as Monika.
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.
