Helen Williams

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Help Helen

We've seen some eye-catching girls hitch-hiking on the road. But this was ridiculous. There we were, driving along, when we saw this car parked on the grass verge with Helen Williams posing in the door, looking our way. What did we do? Did we take no notice and drive past? Did we stop? Even if we hadn't stopped, our photographer would have jumped out anyway. As it was, we almost caused a traffic pile- up. "Hold it there!" our photographer shouted, running back to her along the side of the road. Obligingly, she went on posing. He started giving more instructions; now and then she tried to say something, but he kept thinking of new poses, taking more photographs.

After half an hour of this, she started getting edgy. haven't got all day", she said. Well, we're not the kind to ignore a hint like that, so straight away we started packing up the camera equipment, ready to leave. "No", she called, "Don't go - what about my car?" "Who wants to photograph a car?" we replied.

"You don't understand", she protested. "It's broken down. That's why I was posing like that so someone would stop and help." We blushed delicate pink. "Sorry", we said, "all we know how to repair is type-writers "And cameras", our photographer added. ". But if you go on posing like that, sooner or later, someone's bound to stop who knows how to help We didn't stay any longer. Our consciences were troubling us and, anyway, it's a terrible thing to see a lady in a temper.

Relax No 12 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Susan Ashford

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Focus On A Friller

It's not all minimum brevity with some girls. All right, so most of them don't wear even half as much as their mothers did and still do, but there are some who still like lots of frills.

One gorgeous friller is SUSAN ASHFORD, Scots girl from Ayrshire.

Since there are always readers asking whatever happened to lingerie and the half-baked idiots who made it obsolete, we feel from time to time that we should illustrate the fact that it's not universally obsolete.

The dodo may be dead beyond all recall, but not frillies.

Well, enjoy yourselves, those of you who suffer from nostalgia, and have some hot toast for tea while you're about it.

Spick No 231 - February 1973

Relax No 12

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Relax No 12 - Penny Lane

Relax No 12 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Angie Graham

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What a Weight-Lifter!

Would you believe it?

This lovely young lady is a weightlifter.

It's not for real, of course. That is, she doesn't do it for a living, only to keep her body beautiful. Weightlifting of the right kind doesn't give a girl whacking great biceps and muscles like knotted oak, you know. Knotted oak is for the real grafters and groaners. It's not for ANGIE GRAHAM, a shorthand-typist from the County of Yorkshire.

Angie uses a much more subtle weight-lifting technique. It keeps her trim and fighting fit. It keeps her shapely. And if measurements of 37-23-36 aren't shapely, fill us in with an alternative formula.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Vintage Stockings Archive

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Vintage Stockings Archive

Elizabeth McGregor

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Hi, Mac!

Scottish down to the last tartan is ELIZABETH McGREGOR, and none so bonny-looking with a skipping-rope as she. In days of yore, Elizabeth's ancestors battled it out to clash of claymores and the gnash of teeth, but Liz contents herself today giving all her energies to skipping a light fantastic.

Some girls may write better poetry, and some may be better at making wool rugs.

Other girls may even be better than Liz at looking after horses or wall-papering the kitchen.

But lead us to any who better represent the bonny characteristics of the Scots and you'll be on knowing terms with the best.

Span No 110 - October 1963

Mrs Smith

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Mrs Smith

Diane Weber

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Getaway Go Girl

"I don't see what's wrong with me being an expert on cars," Diane Weber told us. 'Some girls take up gardening as a hobby, the ones that talk about having green fingers. Me, well She held up her hands, stained with black grease and gave us a smile which made us class her straight away as the prettiest motor mechanic we'd ever met.

Later, when she'd restored her skin to its more natural creamy-white state, we persuaded her to stand posing by her car instead of lying under it. We thought our readers might want to see more of Diane than just a pair of feet...

She's an amateur rally enthusiast, uses the car for shopping in the town during the week, but at weekends you can see her taking it ploughing through mud and over hillsides, matched against men who may be stronger than she is, but have no less determination.

Doesn't she think it's un-feminine? "Nonsense," she said. "Un-feminine is just the sort of word men use to keep a girl in what they think is her place. They don't like the idea of a girl being better at something than they are. It's only because they're unsure of themselves. It scares them." You can't have it plainer than that! But despite all she says, Diane's the last person we'd describe as the pushy, dominant type. We might not be happy racing against her when she's in her car; but we assure you, when she's out of the driving seat, she's as charming as she is glamorous.

Relax No 13 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Susan Douglas

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Return of a Stunner

Her fans keep on asking what's happened to her.

Who?

None other than SUSAN DOUGLAS.

Known to all her fans as a scintillating stunner. Susan has modelled for fashion houses, appeared on TV shows and in TV commercials, and now and again models as a pin-up girl for us.

Susan is willowy, bubbly, laughing and lovely.

She lives in Kent, drives her car up and down to town, and looks all leggy and lively in a Kentish meadow on a summer Saturday. There's a touch of deep auburn in her hair this summer.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Janus

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Janus - Mixed Selection of Models

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

Margaret Wade

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Simply Delicious

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.

Annette French

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How They Brought The Good News of Annette

“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