Michelle Dolan

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It's Lovely in Yorkshire

It's always lovely in Yorkshire, actually. It's got grandeur.

It's got dishy girls.

It's got MICHELLE DOLAN.

Michelle lives in Bradford, she's nineteen and her vitalistics for the mathematically-minded-add up to 37"-21 "-34".

In case you live in Dorset and are thinking of writing to Michelle and asking her to leave Yorkshire to live in a Dorset cottage with you, don't bother. Michelle is quite happy, thank you. Move your cottage to the Yorkshire Moors and propose to her up there, and then she might be so impressed by your burning devotion that she'll think about it.

You can't expect to win the loveliest things in Yorkshire without making some sacrifices.

Span No 191 - July 1970

Angela Jones

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Girl With a View

BIRMINGHAM is famous as a manufacturing city, and it's a well-known fact that the gift you may buy in Singapore to bring home to your folks in Ipswich is just as likely to be made in Birmingham as anywhere. But don't think of Birmingham just for its exports spare a few moments to consider its girls, of whom blonde ANGELA JONES is typical. Angela models with a view of becoming the city's most famous export.

After all, what have the famous figures of Hollywood and the Continent got that Angela hasn't? At the moment, only extra minks, Cadillacs, pools and poodles.

Other than these materialistic extras-which are only a matter of having the lolly-Angela can match the talent and looks, which makes it certain that she can view her prospects with equanimity and confidence.

Span No 92 - April 1962

Relax No 13

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That Green-Fingered Girl Next Door

It's been going on for weeks, now. Ever since the summer weather started, the girl next door's been out in her garden, and we've been making fools of ourselves staring out of the window at her and wondering…. wondering, why is she always on her own? And haven't we seen her face somewhere before?

We watch her sunbathing, hanging up the washing, putting the cat out at night, but most of all tending to the garden. We wonder why she takes so much trouble over her plants and flowers - like a worried mother with her watering can, tending gentle kindness. The other day, she bought a bench and now she often sits there for hours, just watching the flowers grow.

But someone as lovely as her, always on her own It doesn’t make sense. But maybe, she's a notorious jewel thief, hiding out from the police till the heat goes down. Maybe she's got a fortune buried in the garden, that's why she sits out there, imagining all the things she's going to spend the money on. Maybe . . . but no, she just isn't the type.

Too quiet and shy.

Perhaps she's just lonely, her flowers are the only friends she's got. We think that must be it, she's so fond of her green things. Maybe we should go and see her, sit on her bench with her and watch the garden grow. But no, it wouldn't be right to intrude in such a beautiful relationship. We couldn't bear to come between her and her plants. So, expect we'll just go on watching. Watching and wondering. Wondering, haven't we seen her somewhere before ?

No name given for this model but I think she looks a lot like Linda Deane.

Relax No 13 - Gold Star Publications 1967

Joan Russell

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Song of the Hot Stove

There's all this terrible talk about getting housewives out of the kitchen and sending them down the mines. It's going to be catastrophic if when you get home in the evening your gorgeous, better half is just on her way to the night shift. It means the hot stove is all yours.

While there's still time the hubby of Scots girl JOAN RUSSELL is making the most of her kitchen flair. And Joan doesn't really want to go down a mine, anyway. She likes her hot stove. She sings over it.

"And after all," she says, "if it's that hot you don't have to keep your overcoat on, you can just wear something cool and comfy."

How lovely.

Spick and Span Extra No 55 - Summer 1975

Spick and Span 2000

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Lola

Ruth Cavendish

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In The Money

We're delighted to bring you more pics of RUTH CAVENDISH in this issue. Ruth has so many fans that if you laid them head to feet all the way from here northwards, they'd reach as far as Edinburgh High School, and they wouldn't half get in the way of the traffic.

Ruth is in the money.

She's cashier in a Glasgow store. She handles so much that it's a wonder it doesn't go to her head.

She says it would if it were all hers.

Ruth is really rather delicious, as well as delightfully curvy. She likes disco dancing and holidays on the French Riviera.

Beautiful Britons No 188 - July 1971

Helga Reichwald

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Lovely Ladies

Extremely lovely is German mannequin HELGA REICHWALD-so much so that this month Helga monopolises this feature.

Seen and admired in the fashion salons of West Berlin, HELGA is also much liked as a pin-up girl and it's only a mannequin who could wear a white top-hat as delightfully as this.

Lovely Ladies from all over the world are invited to submit their photographs for reproduction herewith. Two Guineas for acceptance. Send to L.L., SPAN, 88 Park Lane, Croydon, Surrey.

Span No 102 - May 1962

Bettie Page

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Cheese Cake - a la Bettie

To quote the dictionary, "Cheese cake. A photograph featuring a girl's legs: used in photography." It's also a delicious, creamy confection. Either definition describes Bettie Page as she arches her dainty feet to accentuate the perfect curves of her famous legs, she thrusts her youthful bosom toward the camera as she bares a dimpled shoulder provocatively as her wide-set eyes twinkle roguishly below her dark bangs all the while smilingly with a merry and innocent cunning that hints she could be all things to all men.

That's "Cheese cake - a la Bettie!''

Focus On - Bettie Page 1963

Stefanie Marrian

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Traffic Stopper

Not far from Park Lane the traffic came to a grinding stop, and one or two radiators almost blew up.

Right in the middle of the road and bathed illuminatingly by the sun was model STEFANIE MARRIAN.

What was on? Nothing very much, you might think.

Actually, a collection of new fun undies was being shown and Stefanie was modelling a black satin bra, chiffon G-string pants and a left-legged garter.

It didn't half stop the wheels of London.

Spick No 260 - July 1975

This could have only ever happed in the 1970’s. What a great decade that was.

Samantha Lee

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Samantha

One day Johnny's dad took him to see a pantomime and it was full of hilarious larks like the villain being shot up out of a trapdoor and the dame doing cartwheels.

That's not even kids' stuff these days. These days all the Johnnies want to go to discotheques to see dollies, and the last person they want with them is dad.

It's hardly surprising-except to elephants. Elephants are just plain old-fashioned. The rest of us can easily understand that when London Town is so full of dollies like SAMANTHA LEE that you can't turn round without blissfully bumping into one, who wants to go and see villains being shot out of trapdoors?

Samantha is nineteen, a dancer and an eyeful. She likes omelettes, so if you ever have the ecstasy of taking her out for high tea, you'll know what to order.

Spick No 204 - November 1970

Megan Poultney

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Having Trouble?

Out to see the old ruins, as it were, sweet young thing MEGAN POULTNEY seems to be having trouble with some temperamental suspensory equipment, and there's nothing which troubles a sweet young thing more than a sagging nylon.

Megan is a very sweet young thing, and not only because she works in a confectionery shop among all that chocolate and candy. Megan is a gay, bubbling and lively young lady, and it takes more than a collapsing top shelf to get her down.

With vitalistics of 36"-23"-36" and laughing eyes, who sweeter to serve you with a stick of pepper-mint rock than Megan? Especially if you're only eight years old and highly impressionable.

Span No 110 - October 1963

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