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Angela Jones

What About Lunch?

The fact is we were so struck by ANGELA JONES when she came all the way down from Birmingham to see us that we thought we’d brighten up our corned beef salad by asking her to share it. Usually, lunch is just a time of the day for us when we consume our vittles with abstract indifference, but there are lunches and lunches.

There is nothing the addition of salt and pepper or salad dressing can do for a lunch that a girl like Angela can’t do better. Having Angela at the table would be like garnishing the whole meal with gay spice, because Angela, frankly or perhaps you can see this yourself? —is exciting, glamorous and exotic.

But Angela already had a date. What girl as exciting, glamorous and exotic as this wouldn’t? All we were left with was our unadorned table and our ungarnished salad. Pass the mustard, Bert.

Never mind. There’s always another day. Angela will pass our way again, no doubt, and this time we’ll take her off to our Bingo club.

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Anne Scott

Yesterday’s Look

It seems from what the fashion pundits say that the era of exquisite feminine lingerie has gone with all the other dated items of yesterday. It’s just going to be stretch tights forever from now on, so they say. Even bras are going out. The fashion pundits are always far more interested in selling themselves than in making us happy.

We’re not like that. We want to make you happy this month by bringing to your dreamy eyes the look that graced the fashions of yesterday, and ANNE SCOTT in the lingerie that used to make all the advertisements on the underground look so alluring is quite irresistible, don’t you think?

If you prefer stretch tights and a body stocking, you’re so modern that there’s nothing we can do for you.

Anne is a deliciously photogenic Scot from Glasgow.

She looks happy.

Are you happy too now?

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Helen Atherton

Soccer Special

You bet.

Very special to soccer is HELEN ATHERTON of Sheffield, Yorkshire. No pent-up match is complete unless she’s leaping about in her stand seat, giving off cries of rapturous delight as the ball thuds into the back of the net.

“Hold it,” said the feller next to her, “that makes us two down, so what’s there to get frenzied about, doll?”

“Their shorts are so dishy,” said Helen.

“Whose are?”

“The ones in the striped shorts.”

“That’s the raving enemy,” he said, incensed. “They can capture me anytime,” said Helen.

Well, Saturdays in the grandstand make a nice change from other days in her office typing pool.

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Janet Scowen

Model Secretary

She’s bright, she’s attractive, she loves dancing and swimming, and has an eye-catching figure that measures 38″-24″-38″. This was her first time before the camera and we hope she’ll find it fun to pose again.

Pretty JANET SCOWEN is a 19-year-old English secretary, working in West Germany, where these shots were taken during her time off.

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Stephanie Peters

Milling Around

In the stockroom of a Manchester cotton mill the girl in charge was STEPHANIE PETERS, and blokes kept coming in to ask her to check what was in the upper bays so that they could see what she looked like in her mini on a ladder.

Such blokes were always milling around in the stockroom and Stevie, as they call her, always seemed to be up the ladder.

So, she thought she’d leave her job and get one in London. Going up and down that ladder was killing her. In London she met some photographers and became a model. Now they’re all milling around her in the big city.

Who are?

A bevy of blokes with a long ladder.

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Jennifer Taylor

It’s Magic

What is?

Any picture of JENNIFER TAYLOR that tells you not every tomorrow is just another washing day. Jennifer, a young and lovely Bristol housewife, is an entirely bewitching example of how to be lovely and married.

You don’t have to go around the house looking as if you’ve just untangled yourself from the cooking pots, says Jennifer. You can still look like the Queen of Sheba if you’ve a mind to, and husbands just love that.

Jennifer is a natural glamour girl, beautifully shapely and the Number One pin-up favourite of her adoring hubby. Some guys are so lucky it hurts us.

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Andrea Kaye

What a Doll

Two fellers were waiting for the bus when ANDREA KAYE walked by.

“What a doll,” said one.

“I can’t look round. I’ve got a stiff neck,” said the other.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” said the first.

So, the second feller made a big effort and turned his head. His stiff neck clicked.

“Caramba, what a cure for seized-up neck muscles,” he said hoarsely.

Andrea was tripping along, looking like the shapely epitome of corking dolly birds, and the second feller’s eyeballs seized up, and when the bus came along he couldn’t see for looking and fell all the way up the stairs.