Eye-catching indeed is blonde JACKIE LYONS
Go North, go West, go anywhere if you must. But you need slog it no further than old Ireland to find girls as lovely as any. Jackie is a beauty contest winner and has recently come to London to work her way into a show biz career.
First essential of any glamorous showgirl is eye-catching curves, and in this respect Jackie is as well-endowed as Marilyn Monroe.
Just another commuter to and from the City of London is PENNY STONE, but that doesn't mean anything unbearable.
We all worry about our girls getting flattened in rush-hour tube trains and staying flattened, but girls are engagingly resilient. They step off at their station, breathe in, breathe out, and there you are, their shapes fill out again.
Don't thank us.
Thank nature for resisting all those pressures.
Beautiful, blue-eyed Maureen from Hertfordshire was said to have won a beauty contest in Walton-On-The-Naze (Essex) in the summer of 1963 and deservedly so. What was she doing there - perhaps just a holiday? We will never know.
Secretary HAZEL WOOD went out one sunny day with a large basket which she intended to fill up with a varied selection of wild flowers. But all she could find was convolvulus.
The flower people had been there before her. With tiny bells tinkling and with love and peace in their hearts they’d picked all the flowers they could find. Wearing the blooms in their hair and between their toes they’d then gone off to a hippies’ convention somewhere anonymous. Hazel was quite cut up about it. A basket full of convolvulus is just not the same thing.
Today, I am launching a new page for Ben’s Books; eBook pages are accessed from links on that page. I do not have full collections of any of the titles, but will make what I do have available on an ongoing basis - please be patient. At the moment only some Strip Lingerie books are available, but more will follow soon.
I have worked hard to catalogue these books as best I can, but most of the models still remain unknown to me. Where I have spotted a familiar face, I have noted it against that book. It would be great as usual to hear from anyone about anything to do with any of the Ben’s Books titles - even down to spotting a face that you may well be able to put a name to; it all adds to the bigger picture. As more and more of us shuffle off, or just become too old to care, that knowledge will be lost forever. Please do get into contact with me if you think you have anything to offer.
The red-faced landowner came storming over the meadow, demanding to know why the unmentionable driver of the unspeakable car couldn't keep his indescribable contraption on the road.
The driver didn't even know he was off the road. He was listening to the instructions of his navigator and following her word for word. He got out and tried to explain. The incensed landowner felled him with a blow. Then out came the navigator, EVE DARNLEY.
The landowner bowed. "My mistake," he said, "come up to the farm and have a cream tea". Eve is a London model. She was only a navigator by accident. But she wore the duckiest gear for the rally.
Student JULIE MITCHELL is going glam. Well, you can't be serious and academic day after day without wanting to leave it all behind at times.
And at these times Julie puts on her dolly gear and her boots and goes out with a photographer friend. It's a happy occasion all round, with Julie looking long-legged and glam, and her friend looking dizzily into the viewfinder.
Well, Julie in a mini makes a dizzy picture for any feller, and you don't have to look into a viewfinder to convince yourself.
Keynote of a successful approach to life if you're a member of the fair sex is pure femininity. JUDIE JAYSON has a charm that is completely feminine, and every picture confirms this. Or aren’t you interested?
You prefer brash sophistication to this soft charm? You probably eat the wrong kind of food. Try a rare steak or two.
In bikini or frills, Judie looks good enough to eat herself. Currently saving her pennies for a trip to North America, Judie is living off milk and fruit for lunch, but we can assure you it's making absolutely no difference at all to the look of this feminine lovely. Judie, in fact, remains constant at 36-23-36.
And what’s more feminine than constancy at those measurements?
It's not all that complicated. It's a simple state of mind. You can't acquire it by spending millions, but it's yours for nothing if you accept that despite everything it's a wonderful world.
Happiness is just that to ESTELLE WARNER, salesgirl and just eighteen. It is a wonderful world, she says. You've only got to read what it was like a hundred years ago to realise if you'd been alive then you could easily have spent your ninth birthday down a coalmine.
People now, she thinks, don't know how lucky they are.
There was once a queen called Charlotte who was very good and awfully nice, and all her subjects thought the world of her.
And just as good and just as nice, without having a crown and sceptre, and all the trimmings, is Sheffield girl CHARLOTTE PETERS.
Charlotte is tall and curvaceous, as well as jolly good. She's five feet nine and measures 38-24-38 going down or going up. She likes fast cars and can handle a zippy roadster with aplomb, which means she'll pass you without a hair out of place. On a warm day anywhere, she likes sunbathing in the nude, so if you're in the same place as she is on a warm day you know the figure to look for.
If you miss her it's because you can't add up. Or you're shy.
Another delightful Scottish girl from Ayrshire who had all it takes to be a ToCo success. She was said to be an office girl but modelled with panache. And she seemed to enjoy herself even more when she was flashing her underwear.
That was what the anxious photographer said to receptionist GAIL REDFERN as she gambolled about instead of standing still. He was anxious to take some classic shots that would knock editors sideways.
But Gail felt all lively, like. She hitched up her skirts and swung on trees. He had an awful job to keep up with her. He had to swing on trees himself. And he knocked us sideways with the results.
If they do the same to you.
Take an aspirin.
It was impossibly warm in West Berlin that day. Too warm for KATRIN DORMANN to go to the office.
So, she took herself off for a ride with a good book.
The good book was all about Einstein’s theory of relativity, or something equally fantastic. It was certainly one of those highly technical epics and not one of those hot novels written by one of those sophisticated American authors. It was too warm for that. In fact, it was so warm that Katrin decided something had to be done about it, even if it was something silly.
So, she took her dress off.
Was that silly?
No, it was rather nice, really, and she felt much more comfortable and a lot cooler. And she looked ever so sweet.
Yes, in your opinion one of the most fascinating models of today is SUSAN DOUGLAS.
Susan, principally a fashion model, lives in Kent and has acquired the talent to look just the way you like her to look in every outfit and every pose. Her fans are spread all over the world. Frenchmen ring us up and ask us to fly her over to Paris, where they’ll meet her with flowers and perfumes. Italians want to pinch her. Americans want to give her film tests.
Susan, however, keeps her head about it all. She likes things as they are. She doesn’t want to jump over the moon. It’ll make her giddy. She’s happy, contented and swinging.
And how do you like her zingy pants?
Those initials mean Physical Training Instructress, and that is what SUE CHEDZOY is training to be.
You mean this delightful eyeful of feminine elegance is really going to concentrate on building up bone and muscle?
Nothing of the kind. Well, she’s only going to build up bone and muscle in others. Sue herself is going to remain a delightful eyeful. If she doesn’t, we’ll shoot someone.
Seen just off the Embankment Gardens, London, Sue looked like a breath of summer sunshine on an autumn day, and if other physical training experts are proud of their bulging biceps, we don’t care a bit as long as Sue doesn’t acquire any.
Sue is nineteen, measures 36-23-36, and if those statistics aren’t good enough for you, Henry, you must go for fat circus ladies.
