There was this dishy German-born MARG ARETHA SCHNEIDER trying not to let the aristocratic boutique madam sell her this last word in the lingerie of the mad twenties. There was Margaretha saying faintly, “You’re joking, of course.”
But it was no joke. It was a high-pressure sale.
Never mind. Laugh it off'.
Cities are full of lights, those which illuminate the darkness and those which illuminate life.
A very scintillating London light is SAMANTHA GREY, and if you walked all the way from Edinburgh to see her it would be well worthwhile. All that exercise and a round of applause from Samantha at the end.
Samantha has a comfy bed-sit near St. Johns Wood and the milkman doesn't at all mind climbing three flights of stairs to deliver her daily pint. He always knocks so that he can hand it to her in person. Sometimes Samantha isn't quite dressed, like.
He doesn't mind that, either.
When we first introduced SUSAN DOUGLAS to our readers the impact had a kind of ringing sound, loud and clanging in many cases.
The effect on some was lasting. There has never been any other girl quite like Susan to them, her pin-up appeal remaining constant and even devastating. Fellers have shot themselves with water pistols on account of their love being so faithful but, alas, so unreciprocated.
Susan, now a lovely Kentish housewife, has been understanding but firm. "I'm always absolutely enchanted by your devotion," she says to her fans, "but I'm sure you realise I must get home to peel the potatoes and pick up some rice crispies on the way. Honestly. I would adore living on a desert island with any of you, but how could I get to my hairdresser twice a week without it being ruinously expensive?"
For a woman, especially a lovely one. that's clear, clinical logic.
I am beginning to like very much the features you run on the mini-skirted girls of your country. I think they confirm all that we read and hear about the swinging scene over there and I only wish I could have a five-year holiday and spend it all with you. We do see the occasional “mini” over here, but they don’t seem to be worn with the same flair that they’re worn in London and the rest of Britain.
I think your girls have something that naturally becomes them and it’s just as if they’ve been wating for a fashion like the “mini” to show the rest of the world how exciting and swinging they really are. It must be great to be part of the scene and I hope you realise how lucky you are.
J. MCCARTNEY,
Etobicoke, Toronto, Canada.
Our girls will love you.
It's traditional that French dishes have got more sauce than dishes which originate elsewhere.
Travelling Parisienne SOULANGE FERRIER is a real French dish and her sauce has just the kind of frilly Folies Bergere look which makes far-off Americans in Idaho think of beautiful moments they'll never enjoy while they stay at home.
Soulange is seen around London from time to time and around St. Tropez, and the more she's seen the better most guys feel about life. It's that old-fashioned oo-la-la tingle, that's what.
One housewife wasn't going to sit around and watch soap opera on the daytime telly once she'd got her young son off to his first school.
Not a bit of it.
Streatham housewife and mother, SHEILA O'BRIAN, enrolled for tuition in a school of dramatic art. So now during the day she's a drama student and in the evenings she's lovely and warm and domesticated.
Now there's a good approach to life, what?
There’s Scotch, there's cream soda, ginger pop, tomato juice and anything else in the way of cooling refreshment on a hot summer's day. All nice on ice. And there's RIKKI HAYNES, professional ice skater. 5' 3" of whizzing rhythm.
Rikki at home has a different look, the fact is, its darn difficult getting around the kitchen on skates.
According to her photographer, Rikki's hair is a beautifully fantastic red, and if there's a connection here with the way Rikki burns up the ice, we can't quite see it. Nobody goes three times round the rink on their head except the highly impossible novices.
When she isn’t touring on ice, Rikki lives in West London. If you live around that way yourself and you see a girl with wonderful red hair and a streamlined chassis, it could be our “nice- on-ice” girl.
In selecting a model like TONI FINCH to appear before the camera we automatically provide ourselves with a subject confirming Einstein’s theory that there’s no such thing as a straight line! There’s certainly not one here.
From any angle it’s a matter of curves alone. Any questions?
"What's German for yes?" asked the knowledgeable teacher at the foreign language evening class.
"Ja," said student SYLVIA MARTIN.
"You're so right," said teacher. "Like to come and have fish and chips with me after class?"
"Nein," said Sylvia, a secretary.
"You said nein?" he enquired with a disappointed look.
"Ja," said Sylvia.
"Oh, good," said teacher, "we'll eat at Sam's, the salt and vinegar are first-class at Sam's."
Some teachers do get some students confused.
One girl we know with definite natural charm is Mayfair hairdresser NADIA ZADEK. There's something about this girl which makes us forget other girls.
When Nadia is around, a young man's fancy lightly turns to romance not only in the Spring. Trim, neat, well-dressed, Nadia models only very occasionally and concentrates mainly on her hairdressing career. She lives and works in Mayfair and knows every hair on the head of many debs.
Nadia likes sailing, swimming and good books. She also likes her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is a lucky guy and a good chooser.
Many games contain hazards, but none contain more natural ones than golf. Ask SANDRA MCPHERSON.
It’s bad enough trying to cope with the rain. If you hang on to one of those enormous golfing umbrellas long enough, you’re liable to take off and finish up dangling from a tree. But every perishing club is a handicap in itself when your swing is largely a matter of hope. Hit and miss, that’s it. And in the end, you’re all tied up but not in respect of the score.
Answer to this one is not to put down more than one ball at a time. With five at your feet, you’ll find out, as Sandra did, that you’re liable to step on at least two.
But, my word, what about those wretched trolleys and all those folding arms and things? They’re designed to give you what for all right, and you can say that twice over.
There’s always a first time for a contraption like this to poke you in the eye. Sandra’s answer to this is to don her weatherproof and take on all comers, including the wind, the rain and erratic drivers who forget to shout “Fore!”
Listen to this.
When SUZY WONG left Hong Kong and from the harbour sailed out.
She never thought she'd be caught On London's Hampstead roundabout.
Well, it was the best we could do to make a giggle of it. Suzy has a flat in Hampstead and is doing very well as a model, thank you. Don't send any rice as she's come to like cucumber sandwiches, farmhouse Cheddar and a pint of beer.
How lovely.
Seen on our cover this month is a girl we consider wholly delightful. She’s a Hampshire girl, her name is NICOLA TAYLOR, and she looks exquisite in a mini-dress.
Combination of bright blonde and breezy day. It’s MARIE BLAIR, photographed in windy May.
There are various ways of getting a ticket. You can buy one, find one or have one given to you if you want to see a theatre show.
And you can have one thrust upon you if it's a parking ticket you're after. You don't have to pay until later.
Town bird ANNE DEARBORN has a running fracas going with London traffic wardens in her pursuit of parking places for her Mini, and when she gets her hundredth ticket she's going to invite them all to a party in her top- floor Chelsea flat and give them a French salad dressed with castor oil.
That should keep them on the move for the next week or so.
