Linda Dean

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Adventure Trekker

London model LINDA DEAN got a little bored with all the trendy potpourri of the capital, so she thought she'd go off on a trek of adventure.

She went on her bicycle.

To Clapham Common first. That was a bit crowded. So on to the wilds of rural Surrey. Great Scott, all that leaf mould and all those rabbit holes. It could have been anywhere, and it was just right for trekking.

Got a bit warm, though.

Better in just a sweater.

"Better for me or better for you?" said Linda.

"To be honest, me," said the photographer.

Britt Hampshire

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Down In The Cellar

They sent BRITT HAMPSHIRE down to the cellar to find a bottle of red Cinzano and she was such a long time coming up that they sent a large St. Bernard dog down to look for her and carry her up the stairs again. But Britt had found a quite lovely man in the cellar and was absorbed in a fascinating political conversation with him. And the St. Bernard found a bottle of cognac and settled down to get high.

And that was that.

Beautiful Britons No 144 - November 1967

Marilyn Ward and Nicola Taylor

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Someone Forgot

First of all, if you haven't met them before and you're kicking yourself in consequence, these two Bournemouth dollies are brunette NICOLA TAYLOR and blonde MARILYN WARD.

They went down to the beach for a swim. It was the kind of day that called them to the warm waves. Only when they got there someone had forgotten the bikinis. Nicola meant to remember for both of them but forgot, and Marilyn meant to remind Nicola to remember but she forgot too. Never mind, they looked ever so glam in their best nylons and the sunshine was marvellous.

Beautiful Britons No 154 - September 1968

Venus Starr

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Can it be True?

Can what be true? Well, we were walking through Kidderminster looking for a carelessly. parked umbrella the other day and although we didn't have any luck with the umbrella, we did spot a girl with just about the most glam name we've ever heard. It pings sweetly on any ear - it's VENUS STARR.

Venus appeared out of a rain shower like the Grecian goddess appeared from the sea- except our Venus was conventionally dressed. The Grecian one wore a topless, bottomless swimsuit, but a lot of them used to go about like that in those enchanting days.

Venus is a secretary aged nineteen, was educated at a well-known college, loves modelling for a hobby, is mad about large vintage cars and tapes up to 37"-24"-37". That's as good as any Grecian Venus.

Spick No 130 - September 1964

Brigitte Kruger

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How They Used To Look

Perhaps you've always thought that your grandparents and great-grandparents were much too absorbed with the pressing problem of high stiff collars and tangled horse traffic to spend any time or energy on promoting cheesecake. Perhaps you've always thought that cheesecake and pin-ups represent something you invented, and perhaps you're even a little smug about it.

In our present frame of mind where we're beginning to think it's dead square to kick a ball around, we're inclined to think the Edwardians and Victorians the epitome of establishmentarianism and whatever that means it sounds dead grim.

It's not true. The Edwardians and the Victorians invented the pin-up when they flung their toppers and carnations in uninhibited joy at the Can-Can girls. The difference is that they liked their pin-ups with plenty of frills and we favour the bikini types.

The pin-ups of those days used to look like BRIGITTE KRUGER looks here, complete with furbelows and hats and everything. Jolly good.

Span No 140 - April 1966

Hazel Shaw

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Highly Polished

Never looking anything else but well-groomed is HAZEL SHAW, one of our favourite pin-ups. Hazel, a secretary, reflects the high polish of her gleaming car here.

Blonde, trim and vivacious, Hazel likes to model from time to time, it makes a glamorous change from keeping the office and the boss properly organised. She lives in a green suburb of Glasgow, overlooking a golf course, and the golfers at weekends are always slicing balls into her garden.

It's the most understandable slicing we know of.

Beautiful Britons No 232 - March 1975

Martina Evans

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Martina Mia

That's the Latin for Martina belongs to me, which is what some lucky guy will be able to say when MARTINA EVANS decides he's the one to take her to the altar for better or worse. If he's the right kind of guy it can only in his eyes be for the better, as what with her talents for cooking and her photogenic grace, Martina must make life better for any man.

Spick No 186 - May 1969

Renate Dittmann

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Don’t Get Shirty

It's no good rushing up and down the stairs and shouting your head off when you find your sister, or your wife has nicked your best shirt and is wearing it at the Festival of Flowers.

Women, especially sisters and wives, don't respond at all these days to men getting noisily shirty. Gone are the times when the little woman or the doting sister flinched and cowered at the mere sound of the brute. Lay a hand on your sister these days and you'll likely end up looking like the well-worn end of a Chinese puzzle. Put the lightest finger on your wife and you could find yourself scarred for life. Someone's been teaching them to fight back.

The boyfriend of RENATE DITTMAN is wise enough to know that whenever Renate borrows any shirt of his it's better for him to laugh it off. "My goodness," gasped Renate, "where's that shirt I was wearing?" “ I laughed it off," says he.

"Oh, clever stuff, hein?" says Renate, and punches him in the eye.