Sandra Pullan

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Study In Application

To go to Italy and speak the language like a native helps to make a holiday free of all kinds of confusion, to say nothing of clarifying the positive and the negative.

So, SANDRA PULLAN is learning the language at her local evening classes. At home in Bradford, she's a study in application, which means she single mindedly gets on with her homework. She wants to avoid what happened to her friend Jemima. Jemima, in Rome, asked a passing Roman where the Coliseum was. She used phrase-book idiom. Next thing she knew the ardent Roman was carrying her off to his mansion across the Tiber and it took her twenty minutes of turmoil to convince him that if he didn't put her down, she'd bite his head off.

Sandra is going to do without any phrase book.

Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974

Kay de Lisle

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Something To Smile About

Life is just right at the moment for housewife KAY DE LISLE. There was a slight setback a little while ago when six men came to build a swimming pool in her back garden because she and hubby had only ordered a small indoor aquarium for a pair of goldfish, and the swimming pool have put the house itself in the deep end.

Kay soon sorted that one out. Six men with digging gear and two concrete mixers were no match for one housewife and a pair of goldfish.

Currently Kay's joy is a new boat which she and hubby skim around in at weekends. She lives on the South Coast and boats are lovely for messing about in. She wore a lovely white and blue mini dress on their first excursion, with a sailor hat. Off Poole she fell in. She was on the starboard side and never could tell left from her right. Since then, she wears a bikini and a life jacket.

This is Kay in her mini. Fancy falling overboard in that. How lovely.

Span No 218 - October 1972

Sylvia Ternes

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Say Hello To A Fraulein

As a matter of fact, the first thing Ben Wilkings did say to SYLVIA TERNES when she stepped off the boat train from Dover was hello.

He was carrying a bag for a Dutch aunt of his, who was on her way back to Ormskorms, wherever that is, and as Sylvia came ashore he was so smitten he almost gave up golf for good.

"Hello," he said.

Sylvia, just over from Germany, had been told about the permissive English in terms that nearly made her cancel her visit. She knew (from what she'd been told) that there was only one thing to do. She was carrying her weapon at the ready (just in case) and without hesitation she used it. It was a West German knockberry.

The Dutch aunt looked round as she heard a thud. She saw Ben flat out. "Oh, do get up, she said, "I haven't got all day to catch the boat."

When you're saying hello to a fraulein, you'd expect your Dutch aunt to be on your side if you got conked, wouldn't you?

Span No 212 - April 1972

Susan Benson

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Stopover For Susan

Coming very smartly from the airport is SUSAN BENSON, an air hostess with an American airline.

She has an apartment in London. On her stopovers in London, she likes to put her aching feet up. That's the natural inclination of any air hostess who's regularly on her feet all the way from New York to London.

Susan likes a good book, conversational men, and the theatre.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Bridie Goodwin

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The Day The UFO landed

'I was tucking in me bib and just a-going to unplug me cheese sandwiches.' said Gaffer Haywick, "when something came out of nowhere. knowed it was out of nowhere, like, because I never seen it coming and if it had a been coming my old Sal would have hollered. My old Sal ain't a missed nothing providing she seen it first, like.'

"Ah," said the bobby, taking notes.

"First thing knowed there she was,' said Gaffer, pushing some upset cheese back into place, "and a-sitting on me fence. How she got there I dunno. Flew out of this yere engineering contraption, I reckon. I asked her if she was a Martian and if she was she better not let my old Sal see her, old Sal don't like foreigners. We had one here once, from Little Crumpton, he wasn't nothing my old Sal couldn't have eaten for supper."

"Ah,' said Constable Philpot, "where's this thing she landed in?''

"There,"' said Gaffer, full of cheese.

"That's no thing,' said the bobby, "that's a Jaguar E-Type."

"I dunno what you call it,' said Gaffer, "we ain't ever seen nothing round here except a horse and cart and been here seventy years man and boy."

Poor old Gaffer. Imagine him thinking BRIDE GOODWIN, a secretary from London, was a Martian. What could old Sal have looked like?

Span No 218 - October 1972

June Palmer

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June Palmer - Beau No 1 - June 1966

To regular readers of men's publications, London's luscious June Palmer is hardly a new face and figure, having already graced many pages of magazines. But, as she eagerly embarks into the year of 1966, June has hopes of spreading her fame to become the new symbol of sex appeal among that yet unenlightened segment of the population which constitutes the world-at-large.

To lend even more assurance to what a sure thing is already, June plans to conduct part of her campaign outside the field of figure modelling where her strength is unquestioned. An accomplished dancer and graduate of London's famous Windmill Theatre which had Britain's most complete stock of beautiful, naked showgirls June has plenty of credentials to go with her curves. And her curves are not unnoticed, either. Her lustrous 38-23-37 proportions have been astounding British lensmen, lately, as regularly as old Big Ben strikes the hour.

Armed, as it were, with devastating legs and torso, June is about to venture into the new year in search of new horizons. Stage musicals in London are her first target, to be followed by a tour of continental clubs, then television, and finally perhaps motion pictures. Considering, however, that her pictures do not need motion to set the world afire, it will be no great tragedy if she decides to ignore the movies. She has always been somewhat suspicious of the way the flicks trap girls in a rat race of a life filled with broken promises, broken hearts, and broken marriages. Such an existence, she says, is not her "cup of tea." The more sedate life of the theatre, and even that of modelling, makes up for smaller pay- checks with smaller headaches.

Currently, June lives in London with her pet Budgerigar (whatever that is) and spends her daytime hours posing for glamour cameras. At night, she enjoys what she calls her "Three M Game." It has to do with Men, Money, and Music. And on weekends, she drives in the country in her sleek white Triumph. Trouble is, her bad driving and good looks are a calamity in traffic, so the Bobbies have put up warning signs along her route "Dangerous Curves Ahead."

Toni Weekes

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Chelsea Form

There's a lot of form about in Chelsea these days. It's all those dolly birds and their curves.

One of them is TONI WEEKES, and as her form shapes up to 37-24-37, and she's also got a lovely pair of legs, she's among those who make Chelsea such a chirpy place to be in.

Toni works in a West-end store. You can't miss her.

Not with her enchanting statistics.

Spick & Span Extra No 55 - Summer 1975

Gloria Gene and Caroline Spencer

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A Taste of Honey

To make up a very sweet feature here are two natural honies. GLORIA GENE and CAROLINE SPENCER.

Gloria is a natural for honey. She likes it. She eats it. They say it holds the secret of long life and health. We used to think an apple a day did that. That was only old wives' stuff, apparently. The real thing is honey. Well, you can see how lovely Gloria looks on it. She's a Yorkshire girl.

Caroline Spencer only gets the honey pot out on Sundays. Caroline is a busy housewife who keeps fit on being wholly occupied every hour of every day, and busy days and honey once a week make her look gorgeous - which is an example to all you girls who lounge about at weekends and eat cream buns.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Melanie Davies

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You Too

Yes, you too can be the life and soul of the party if you'd only look a bit more like MELANIE DAVIES and a lot less like Millie Smiff whose stockings are always sagging. Then, when you floated pixielike through the woodlands, dishy young men would dash up and play you romantic sonnets on their fiddles, all the while breathing ever so heavy. Ah, Melanie. Ah, beauty. Ah, fiddles.

Span No 182 - October 1969