Marilyn Ward

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Cover Girl

Making our cover look colourful and fetching this month - at least, that was our intention - is Bournemouth boutique girl MARILYN WARD. Marilyn was a model before she took over her boutique.

We usually buy our clothes from Ernest's in the High Street not far from here, but if Marilyn would only stock bowler hats and pin-stripes we'd give up going to Ernest's.

Ernest is quite nice and always very polite. Nothing is too much trouble when he's explaining and illustrating the merits of a forty-guinea waistcoat.

"Look, we don't wear waistcoats."

"Then sir is losing the opportunity to become utterly ravishing, sir." "Look, we bet Marilyn Ward wouldn't try to sell us forty-guinea waistcoats when all we want is a pair of socks with a red stripe.' "Sir is joking, of course. Sir is vainly resisting. Hold him, Montgomery, hold him, Lancelot. There. Now what does sir think of himself? Sir looks beautiful. How can sir think of mere socks when sir is adorned in a waistcoat like that?"

"All right, you win. We'll have it on the never-never. Put it in some brown paper and deliver it. We're off to Bournemouth to buy a pair of socks."

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968

Jill Lucienne

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Skaters Waltz

JILL LUCIENNE is a girl with many talents, but roller skating is not one of them. Don't let this upset you - a girl can't have everything, particularly when she's so well endowed by Nature.

As you can see, Jill isn't taking it at all seriously, although she has every reason to look less happy about it - than she should, considering you can't hit the deck on roller skates without shaking every bone in your body.

Jill trying to get the better of roller skates reminds us of the blonde who refused to be intimidated by the closing doors of tube trains - you can't win without extra-sensory perception. One summer evening the blonde, refusing to be perturbed by the threatening swish of the closing doors, unhurriedly and gracefully alighted at a station that shall be nameless.

Span Extra No 10 - Summer 1960

Helene Du Bois

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The Move

When HELENE DU BOIS decided to move from a provincial town to London, she thought she was taking quite a chance.

But London received Helene with open arms, and the photographers, who suffer from headaches in their continual search for true beauty, threw away their aspirins and loaded their cameras with light and revelation. Every one's ever so nice, said Helene.

Who couldn't be?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Cleo Simmons

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Pop Fan

Girl who can't resist all the joys of listening to pop groups is CLEO SIMMONS. She's an undeviating fan of the Beatles and had a terrible week when George Harrison got married.

Beautiful Britons - No 137 April 1967

Maria Assin

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Where's The Jack?

MARIA ASSIN had no idea where to find the car jack, and she wasn't even sure what a car jack was like.

Still, she did find a thingumabob that fitted over the nuts.

There was that other Jack. Jack Puddinglass. But he went off with his fishing rod as soon as they arrived.

You can't be more useless than that.

Still. Maria looked ever so nice in her bikini-style ensemble of delicate white and you can't say fairer than that.

Span No 167 - July 1968

Sandra Norvic

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Quite Delightful

Secretary SANDRA NORVIC really is quite delightful. With brown eyes that can melt the iron resolution of a Muscovite and lovely legs that can make you realise how she adds to the look of a garden swing, Sandra is just the girl we'd like to share our luncheon voucher with.

Not a bit like Chrissie Moreweather. When she sat on our garden swing she bent it, and when she met her first Muscovite, she put her glasses on and talked politics with him.

Sandra is essentially feminine. Politics send her to sleep. She likes pop music, pop art and exotic cooking. She looks heavenly in a kitchen, and fascinating over a hot stove. She thinks men are delicious. Some are so delicious she could eat them. Anyone like to be cooked in a hot oven?

Spick No 179 - October 1968

Marita Saunders

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Winter Sport

They love her in St. Moritz or Zermatt or any of those other places where winter sports are generally adored.

Her name is MARITA SAUNDERS.

Marita is a Croydon girl, with a job in London, and if there's one thing, she likes more than any other it's gliding down the side of a mountain on skis. She's a winter sport of delicious grace, curve, and charm.

Next time we know a photographer who's thinking of gliding down the same mountain at the same time as Marita, we'll get him to snap her in flight, and we only hope he won't end up flat on his back or head-over ski pants in the branch of an Alpine tree for taking his eye off the mountain and fixing it on Marita instead.

It could happen. Marita in a ski suit looks a lovely 38-24-37.

Yoo-hoo.

Spick No 210 - May 1971

Hazel Shaw

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Backgrounds Don't Matter

Whether indoors, outdoors, or down in the cellar holding up a ladder, HAZEL SHAW is photogenically whizz-oh.

Unless you're a perfectionist backgrounds don't matter. It's the subject that counts. Hazel is the most entrancing of subjects. She's a blonde Scot and representative of why impressionable young men wander in a daze all over the Highlands.

One look at Hazel and they've lost their way.

Can't wonder at it, really. World is full of unimpressive things, like concrete bridges, council garbage trucks and telephone wires. When people jump off concrete bridges it's not always because of some complicated Freudian problem, it's often because concrete bridges send them bonkers. They're the aesthetic types. Far better to fall in love with a vision like Hazel and wander dizzily and happily around the Scottish Highlands. They've got some lovely scenery up there.

Including Miss Shaw.

Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968