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This is a typewriter, and this is the boss of the girl who types on that

typewriter. Do you blame her for wanting to get away from it all?

Petrina was looking forward to her weekend holiday, but she had no idea it

was going to be a nudist holiday.

Her never-to-be-forgotten adventure begins one Friday afternoon in the

office in the little English town where Petrina worked from 9 to 5.30, five days

a week.

But Trina, as you can see for yourself, is a very pretty but prim English girl,

and going to a nudist camp for the weekend was certainly the furthest thing

from her mind.

Why, if anyone had suggested to her that barely 24 hours later she would become a

member of a sun club on the Cornish coast, she would have said it could

never happen.

But it could, and it did.

Although we fully appreciate your position, our clients deeply regret that

we are unable to supply you with the equipment you require without first

receiving your initial payment. Petrina's boss had a face like a clock.

No, on second thought, the clock looked better.

Petrina wasn't planning to go on her holiday alone.

Petrina and Jackie went everywhere together.

except shopping for shoes.

This was because of women like this one with the wide hips and feet to match.

You see, Jackie works in a shoe store, and invariably, she gets a customer who

wants to put her size 8 tootsies into a size 6 shoe.

Unfortunately, that isn't the way nature intended.

Jackie's an outdoor girl, loves to swim and dance and play tennis, but...

Does she even suspect that she's going on a nudist holiday?

Hardly.

I'm sorry, there's nothing here to do. Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

This is Petrina's roommate Pam the third member of these three lovely musketeers

Unless you need glasses you can

see that Pam is a dancer

And so I shall be pleased to place the matter before my clients, and I will

certainly notify you of their intention.

Yours, basically.

Hooray! It's finally 5.30, and Petrina can kiss her typewriter goodbye.

Well, that's certainly better than kissing old Sourpuss.

Well, we finally got one girl on the way.

And here's our number two girl, Pamela.

Her strenuous day of rehearsal is over.

Petrina has managed to borrow a friend's car, and fun in the sun lies ahead.

How, you must be asking, did a sedate little secretary like Petrina and a

patient shoe clerk like Jackie and an exotic dancer like Pamela all become

confirmed nudists at the very same time?

We really should follow them and see.

But first we have two more girls to meet, Bridget and Angela.

It's funny, the fellas that fill up my gas tank and wipe my windshield sure

don't look like them.

Maybe it's because they're fellows.

If you're wondering if Bridget and Angela are going to become nudists too,

the answer is no.

N-O.

That's because they already are.

They belong to a sun club in Cornwall, and that's where they're planning to

spend their weekend.

After a hard day at the rehearsal hall, there's nothing like a refreshing

shower. And for once, there's enough hot water.

Steams the glass up something terrible, doesn't it?

Petrina, who's made herself comfortable, announces that tea is ready.

Very British, those British.

Well, out of the hot shower.

and into a hot cup of tea.

Are the girls going to hit the road right away?

Of course not.

They're planning to start bright and early in the morning. And like all

women, they've decided everything, except where they're going and which way

they'll go.

After all, if you don't leave something for the last minute, you'll have nothing

to do then.

Who says women aren't logical?

For a change, though, they decide it might be best to look at some maps, as

if they could read them.

To the average woman, a road map is the piece of paper that her husband points

to after the dumb clucks lost his way.

Of all places, the girls decide to drive to Stonehenge first, then pick up the

North Devon route from there.

Don't ask me where that is. I haven't the remotest.

The next morning showed up on schedule, and so did the girls, all set to pick up

Jackie, the baby of the trio.

Little does her mother know that her darling daughter is going to have a

darling time at a darling little nudist camp.

And why not?

Well, they're off for the weekend they'll never forget.

Would you mind terribly if I called in an old English friend of mine to tell

you blooming Americans about their trip?

I say there, Cedric.

Cedric, old boy, come in London.

Ask anyone which way they drive to Cornwall and you'll get the answer

across Salisbury Plain and past Stonehenge.

That's my chum, Cedric.

He doesn't speak bad English for an Englishman, does he?

Carry on, old boy.

This strange and ancient monument seems to hold a deep fascination for everyone.

It is certainly the oldest monument in Britain.

Her boss must be twins.

No two guys could look that much alike, or want to.

He's just here to see the stones aren't stolen.

They never have been yet, but they might have been if he didn't take them home

with him each night.

Oh, that's a jolly one.

Once upon a time, people thought these stones had flown through the air,

brought by Merlin, the magician.

Later, they believe the stones were placed here by the Druids long, long

ago.

Researchers have shown that neither of these stories are true.

Stonehenge is very much older than that.

The earliest findings give the date as being in the middle of the Bronze Age,

even before the fall of Troy.

Cedric, you are pulling my leg.

If you're interested, the stone's measurements are 108, 78, 53.

I'll treasure that bit of information. The largest stone is almost 25 feet

high. You keep worrying about the measurements of a stone, and I'm not so

sure they'll always be in England.

an old-fashioned mustache twiddler. Mighty hard to come by one of them these

days.

While our three non-Nudists are collecting rocks, Bridget and Angela are

getting away from the automobiles they've been servicing all week.

These two are strictly cross-country walkers, which you must admit is mighty

nice for the country.

Uh-oh.

Methinks this fool is fascinated, like we are, by Bridget's red shorts.

No, Elmer. Don't get any ideas.

Hurry, girls.

Elmer may forget his good English manners.

Katrina and Jackie and Pam prefer a hotel, but not Bridget and Angela.

They'll take a friendly haystack any time.

The overnight rates are surprisingly low, and there's no tipping.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, it's all out for swimming.

Isn't it lucky the place has a pool?

Go ahead, girl.

Wash all you want.

I'll duck under an umbrella.

The face on that waiter looks vaguely familiar.

It is familiar.

It's him.

The mustache tweaker. Between his boss with the face like a clock.

In the drink with a blighter.

Imagine.

Triplets who look like him.

Well, at least we know that the fruit's been washed.

And so has he.

Well, it's high time that Cedric went back to work again.

Hi-ho, Cedric. You're on.

Do you recognize that?

It's the famous Lorna Dune coach outside the well-known Hoops Inn.

Into the cliff is the picturesque fishing village of Clovelly.

The half-mile hill, which constitutes the main street, was once the bed of the

old watercourse.

transport is still the main means of bringing goods to and from the harbor.

Charles Kingsley lived here with his father who was the rector and loved by

the fisher folk.

Who says it doesn't pay to be a jackass?

Nobody who looked like that ever gave me a lump of sugar.

Hey, how about that?

Our five girls almost met each other.

Now, Cedric, my boy, do tell the good people about Yon Seawall.

The key was built in the 16th century by George Carey, which made Plavelly the

only safe harbor between Appledore and Boss Castle.

He's not triplet.

He's quadruplet.

You and me both, baby. You're thinking, where have I seen that face before?

I will say this about him. I'm glad he's not a nudist.

There's nothing as beautiful as the beautiful English countryside.

Where do the girls go now, Cedric?

Continuing their journey, now across to the southwest coast, Pam, Jackie, and

Petrina visit Fourth Kernow, very near the extreme tip of England.

In addition to its wonderful coastline, Fourth Kernow boasts a fine open-air

theater.

Cut into the rock of the cliffs, the Minak Theater is designed like the old

Greek amphitheaters, with the open backstage, in this case, bounded by the

blue of the sea.

It looks as though there's a rehearsal in progress, but the producer's glad to

have an audience.

At the end of each season, the names of the productions are cut into the backs

of the stone seats.

Thus, the auditorium holds a permanent history of the theater.

Hey, he must be the guy who put the ham in Hamlet.

What's he saying?

Now is the winter of my discontent, made glorious summer.

Hammy, you're either in the wrong play or the wrong clothes.

It's him again. He's sextuplets.

To be or not to be?

I could answer him, but it might strain.

I'll show you what I mean. You see, we can't let the girls in the fast car get

too far ahead, so we'll slow them up by getting their car stuck.

Okay, my darlings, try to work your way out of this one.

This might not do much for the car.

But it sure helps to get you in the condition.

Ah, a few friendly drivers.

Eager and willing to help the girls out of their predicament.

You know something?

They're not much smarter than the girls.

Sir Arthur's castle?

Oh, this is one for you, Cedric.

Rally round the round table.

Tintagel, a name of romance and legend.

Black cliffs and caves and storm and wind, wrote Tennyson.

And for centuries, renowned as the legendary home of King Arthur.

On the western slopes, the ruined walls are so worn and weather-beaten, one

might almost think that the castle was raised out of the natural rock by hands

other than man's.

Once a great impregnable fortress, it was nevertheless built upon the site of

a Celtic monastery overlooking the broad Atlantic, dating from about 500 AD.

I'm sorry, girl, but Cedric tells me that's the only way up to Merlin's cave.

Happy climbing!

Well, now that our girls are beginning to enjoy the outdoor life, they make

their first mistake.

They rent a boat, complete with skipper, and go out to sea.

Stop the presses! He's in again!

This guy must be the seventh son of a seventh son!

Easy there, Jackie.

It isn't as simple as fitting a pair of shoes.

Get overboard!

Get overboard!

You know, the U.S. Navy could recover a capsule from outer space in less time

than it takes them to save 110 pounds of choking wet girl.

Isn't he bright?

He just realized that someone fell overboard.

Forget it, cousin. You'll strangle yourself in your sleeves.

Ah, every woman's favorite indoor and outdoor sport, shopping.

Bridget decides to concentrate on the postcard while Angela goes inside to

make the important decision of what beach ball to buy.

Well, if you got a beach ball, I say there's only one place to go.

The beach.

What have we here, Cedric?

At the very tip of Land's End is the first and last house in England.

Depending, of course, from which direction you arrive.

There you go with those nifties again.

I'd say offhand that the girls were having a darn good time, but it's not

good enough for Pam.

She's the born explorer, and she decides she just has to see what's on the other

side of the rock.

Uh-oh.

It seems that Pamela has trespassed on private property, Truen Beach, a beach

owned by a local nudist society, for members only.

And who are two of the members?

And who does Pamela meet for the first time?

Oh, you're so right.

Bridget and Angela.

Cedric, my friend, would you be good enough to tell us how Pamela felt and

how she became interested in becoming a nudist?

To take off everything had always seemed to her somehow wrong or improper or

unnatural.

Eager to discuss this with Petrina and Jackie, she asks permission to bring

them over to this private part of the beach.

They are rapidly convinced by the arguments from the other two girls who

point out that to be ashamed of one's own body is truly more wrong, more

unnatural. There's nothing shocking about enjoying the feeling of complete

physical freedom that nudity brings.

Their fine brown skins and their healthy complexions and their obvious sincerity

show Pam how mistaken she's been to think that only peculiar people become

nudists.

Come on, why not take off those wet costumes? It's a perfect day and nobody

uses this beach except us.

The lure of the sea, the sun, and the sand proves too strong.

And the longing to move free as the air, truly as nature intended, is

overwhelming to Pam, Petrina, and Jackie.

Making that fateful decision proves a bit difficult.

Well, here goes.

As Bridget explained, you've got to forget all that you've heard in the

past. The silly jokes about nudists, the advice from other people.

And then a place like this Sun Club becomes an important and delightful part

of your life.

What better way could there be to achieve a healthy body and a healthy

mind at one and the same time?

Wives and husbands, single folk and happy families.

Thank you.

you

We have to leave them now.

At the end of this perfect holiday, the girls have only one regret.

That they didn't discover the Sun Club years ago.

Oh, well.

There'll be plenty of sunny times to come.

And from now on, if you want to meet Pam, Angela, Jackie, Bridget, and

Petrina, you'll know where to find them.

Come to think of it, Cedric, old boy, I might try it myself.

I must admit.

It seems so natural and free to spend the lazy days of the warm summer as

nature intended.