Selection of models all taken from Janus Volume 1 No 10 - 1972.
We can all spot Dawn Grayson in the bath referred to here as Janet, but can you spot and name any others.
Janus Volume 1 No 10 - Janus Publications 1972
Down in the lovely county of Sussex, where the weather is crisply sunny in winter, you can find the most enchanting views.
And if it's your lucky day you might find MARGARET WADE over the brow of the hill.
Margaret is simply delicious and can take the most aesthetic mind off the most aesthetic cloud formations.
She's a Brighton girl and if we could ever go rowing in a boat with her, we wouldn't mind if we became completely deaf to the boatman's roaring cries.
"Come in, Number Forty-One or I'll fire me cannon and sink yer."
But on we go, rowing over the briny waves and talking to Margaret about desert islands. We remain absolutely deaf.
So, the roaring boatman fires his cannon and sinks us, then charges us for a new boat. Is it worth it?
Well, it makes a lovely dream.
Betty Jameson - Span 218 - October 1972
“I galloped, Dirk galloped, we galloped all three ...”
That was how they started to bring the good news from Aix to Ghent, although the author of the poem never told us what the good news was or why they had to get to Ghent in such a hurry.
But it all sounded desperate and romantic.
It was Ferdie who brought the good news of ANNETTE FRENCH. He came whizzing in on his bicycle, and almost knocked Kitty sideways. "Here, watch it," said Kitty, who was taking the coffee round, "either ride that thing like a gentleman or else ring your bell."
"I'm all impetuous this morning," said Ferdie as he dismounted and took off his clips. Then he presented us with a file of lovely photographs, and they were all of Annette, one of the most gorgeous girls born north of the border. We thought she'd emigrated, but she hadn't, and we gave Ferdie a piece of chamois leather for bringing the good news.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"For cleaning your bike,' we said, "it's filthy."
Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971
WE'RE not quite sure whether it's MARGARET BLAKE, left, who has the fine line in foundation garments or JANETTE GOODMAN, right, who has the dandy line in curves. Maybe it's easier to settle for the application of both to each.
Janette is a blonde Scot from Ayrshire, Margaret a brunette beauty queen from Manchester, and both typify what's brightest about the glamour girls of Britain.
Both have exactly what it takes to catch the eye, which is dangerous if you're out with your girlfriend at the time and your girlfriend is the type who'd bung up that eye.
Come to that, who could catch your eye quicker than these other fine 'n dandy girls? It's JACKIE LEYTON, left, and DIANE McCALL.
"Well, look here, I don't know," said the maddened Mr. Hubboard, panicking around the local electricity headquarters, "I've got an account here for thirty-five million quid and sixty-two pence. Am I being done for life or what?"
"Come into the office, do," said the cool velvet voice of JENNIFER WILLIAMS, the accounts clerk.
He looked into her blue eyes and followed her in. Somehow thirty-five million quid didn't seem important anymore. Jennifer works for the Electricity Board and has the most charming way of making hurt clients feel that someone cares.
"I think it must be the computer,' she said, "let's put your account through again, sir.
So, he inserted it into the gaping maw of the computer but being in a bit of a trance he forgot to let go and went through himself. The computer didn't half get ratty. All its lights went berserk, and it ejected Mr. Hubboard with lightning playing all round him and stamped 'Inadmissible Interloper.' His account followed with the sixty- two pence knocked off.
"Oh dear," said Jennifer, "you still seem to owe us an awful lot, sir. "What's money?" said Mr. Hubboard, all over supercharged voltage.
Spick No 231 - February 1973
No, Scottish dolly DIANE McCALL isn't a Bunny.
She's just trying out her costume for the local Curling Club's fancy dress ball, and it's all her own work, so there.
Diane is a shorthand-typist and a lover of dancing. She also likes London, Paris and Brussels, and wouldn't mind flying her own plane to and from these cities when the weekend at home is rainy.
No, she doesn't have a plane, not yet. And she hasn't learnt to fly one, not yet. But looking at today's trends, want to bet it won't happen in a year or two?
Beautiful Britons No 227 - October 1974
It was a blushing ex-pupil who went back to her alma mater in the spring. Lovely CHRISTINA FRANCES of Manchester had forgotten how many beans make five and what the French was for, "I'm sorry, but I am otherwise engaged, m'sieu."
Christina travels extensively on modelling assignments, and in a month takes in such places as Tunisia, Spain, Majorca, Corfu and Paris. It's in Paris that confusion sometimes sets in, when an admiring and gallant Frenchman asks for the enchantment of her company to dinner and Christine can't think of quite the right words to tactfully discourage him.
So, when she had a moment or two in the spring, she went back to her college to brush up her French. Having grown into a very shapely lady since she left, she found her old school uniform didn't quite fit. The new sports master was quite delightfully agog, and Christina blushed rosier, especially when he said, "Never mind the French, come and try the parallel bars in our new gym."
Spick No 260 - July 1975
The one up the tree is EVE LAW. She's delicious. The other one is MARIE GRAHAM. She's corking. There's no denying that the only thing more photogenic than one fascinating bird is a duo of same.
They're having fun in the countryside on a Saturday afternoon. It's a change from chasing up progress reports for the boss. They're both secretaries and both look absolutely ravishing in their minis, besides being prepared to believe men still like to see a bit of the old suspender look. They're both pop fans and some swingy groupie music in the balmy outdoors makes a Saturday afternoon groovy. We didn't have the space to feature all the eye-catching pics we have of the girls, so look out next month for more of Eve and Marie.
Spick No 204 - November 1970
