Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

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In this, tk« latest of TALKING SCREEN'S series of self-interviews, the charming star tells all in phrases snappy and to the point Jy\l\ET GAYIMOR I IMTERVIEWS JAIMET GAYINIOR "Miss Gaynor," says the interviewer, "if you had your life to live over again would you be an actress?" "An actress, my dear Mrs. Peck?" Miss Gaynor smiled at her other self, "You flatter me." By JANET GAYNOR 100K, Miss Gaynor," I said, squinting my eyes against the blue blaze of the sea, "if you had your life to live over again, would you be an actress?" It was a swell beginning. Probably not approved by seminary grammar teachers and young ladies' finishing schools. But . . . Oh, well, the day was lazy, the sun bright, the air warm, and surf beating at a white beach. This, and I'd better explain, was an interview. A self-interview. I, Mrs. Lydell Peck, nee Gaynor, am interviewing Miss Janet Gaynor. You do it with mirrors. "An actress, my dear Mrs. Peck. You flatter me," Janet answered, kicking at the sand with one bare foot. She was wearing a white-topped bathing suit with red shorts, and a white cotton sweat shirt. Her coppery hair, curly and to her shoulders, was wind-tossed. "Of course, Gaynor. Come out of it. In spite of a positive avalanche of rumors to the contrary, Janet Gaynor still insists that she and Lydell Peck are superbly happy — and intend to remain that way. An actress is what I said." I'D BE in the motion picture business," she countered. "An aaress?" I persisted. "Spme people might call it that." "But, born again, you couldn't resist Hollywood, the cameras, the greasepaint, the terrific odds you have had to battle, the things that you, yourself, went through before you became established." "Go on," said Gaynor, sifting sand from one browned hand to another. "You sound like a soap-box orator. You're doing fine. This wiLI be a great story. Don't forget to mention Heartbreak Town' and to call Hollywood Boulevard the "Street of Lost Hopes.' " "Gaynor, you should talk that way! You've walked it plenty of times, discouraged, beaten, trying to get a day's extra work." "And I'd do it agam." 34