Bounteous Miss Hillcrest is England’s loveliest entry in the uncommon market
Rosemarie Hillcrest (born 5 January, 1943 in England) is an English model who is best known as Playboy’s Miss October 1964. At the time of her pictorial, she was a student at Exeter University in Exeter, England, studying economics and sociology.
She holds the honor of the largest breast measurements of any Playboy Playmate. She was the second heaviest (top honor goes to Anna Nicole Smith). Hillcrest also holds the distinction of the highest body mass index
In almost 11 years of unveiling feminine charm, we’ve discovered our Playmates in small-town shops, in big-city banks, in our own offices, in beauty contests, in various facets of showbiz, on college campuses, and in our Playboy Clubs. Though for the most part we’ve discovered them, occasionally our Playmates have turned the tables, introducing themselves through letters with snapshots enclosed, as did Nancy Jo Hooper, our February 1964 Playmate.
Our prize for the most refreshingly direct approach to date, however, goes to Rosemarie Hillcrest, the statuesque British beauty who graces our gatefold this month. A 21-year-old student at the Sceptered Isle’s prestigious Exeter University, Rosemarie jetted 4000 miles from Devon, England, to Chicago, U.S.A., for the express purpose of placing her name and numerals (41-25-38) in nomination for Playmate laurels.
Rosemarie has long been a Playboy fan (though a copy of Playboy costs $1.20 in the United Kingdom, it’s still the largest-selling American magazine there) and Playboy’s popularity on the Exeter campus further kindled her long-cherished dreams of becoming a gatefold girl. “I knew I had the wherewithal to be a Playmate,” Rosemarie later told us, “but I was hesitant to travel all the way to America, because I was afraid I might not even get an interview.” With some urging from school chums, however, Rosemarie decided to visit the United States during her summer vacation — with a scheduled stop at Playboy’s home base in the Windy City.
Thus it was that one afternoon in the summer of 1963 she appeared on the marble doorstep of The Playboy Mansion, on Chicago’s Near North Side, requesting to see Editor-Publisher Hugh M. Hefner, who happened to be at home that afternoon.
She was shown in. Understandaby impressed, Hef arranged Playmate test shots, the results of which were, as the British might understate, a bit of all right; so much so that a few months after Rosemarie had returned to England, we arranged to fly her back to the U.S. (between semesters) to pose for her official Playmate photos in the Playboy Studio. Rosemarie was so taken with America and with the Playboy world that she plans to come back after graduation to work as a Playboy Club Bunny.
As far as we know, when she dons her satin ears she’ll be the first Bunny-aristocrat: Her ancestry, which traces back to the England of William the Conqueror, entitles her to a coat of arms. Her intellectual escutcheon is equally prepossessing: She reads deeply in the works of such British novelists as Anthony Trollope, George Eliot and Jane Austen. But her abiding interest is economics, a subject in which she will soon hold a bachelor’s degree. A disciple of the British economist John Maynard Keynes, Rosemarie thinks that America’s economy should be more closely planned, says she believes the late J.F.K.’s greatest domestic achievement was consciously applying deficit spending to boost prosperity. Our 5’6″ Miss October is also an accomplished equestrienne and first-rate swordswoman. Except for TW3, she finds television “a terrible bore, which I blamed on Britain until my first visit to America, when I learned that the only thing worse than British television is American television.” She also can’t tolerate the Beatles or their fans, reserves special contempt for affected men. But she’s not hypercritical, she avers: She digs show horses, showbiz folks, sunshine, rose-period Picasso, athletes, progressive jazz and masterful men.
“Though deep down I’m a sensible girl, I’m sometimes rather too spontaneous for my own good,” she admits candidly. “Which explains why I do outrageous things, like coming to America — that have wonderful results, like becoming a Playmate.” The wonderful result of Rosemarie’s spontaneity is — in this instance — undeniable; skeptics can refer to the gatefold for additional evidence, and for further insights into our beauteous and bounteous bundle from Britain.
While her story says she rang Hugh Hefner’s doorbell because she had always wanted to be a centerfold. Not exactly, Rosemarie says now. It was because she needed an interview with a millionaire for her college newspaper in England. “I was traveling around the States on a Greyhound student ticket and I rang the magazine from the bus station and asked for Mr. Hefner’s phone number. They wouldn’t give it to me, but for some reason they gave me the address. So I hopped in a cab and went to the Mansion. They asked who sent me and I said “Playboy Magazine”, which in a way was true, and I got the interview. He was super, and he asked me if I’d ever thought of doing pictures.” After her college graduation and appearance, Rosemarie amassed a wide variety of job experience in Britain. During the 70’s, she was named a Magistrate in Manchester. “I was put forward because I had done a lot of charity work and the courts were in need of women and younger people. So I showed my Playboy story to the chief magistrate and he was marvelous. He looked at it and said ‘Pooh, it’s not against the law, is it?'” She might still be on the bench had she and her husband not moved to the countryside of North Wales. Looking back on it all, she has fond memories of the days at the Mansion. “The Christmas I was there, Hef brought in a beautiful tree, all decorated. We girls were disappointed. We told him we wanted to trim our own tree. So he had it whipped off to a hospital and brought in a green one, and we spent all day decorating it. Then we dragged Hef out of bed to look at it.” She also recalls: “I want to make it absolutely plain that there was no pressure whatever for sexual favors. There’s more pressure in the average office.”
After her Playboy appearance, Hillcrest served as a magistrate in England and later moved to North Wales with her now-deceased husband. She currently runs a public relations firm from her home.