Hollywood (Jan - Oct 1934)

Any Girl Can Do What I've Done Continued from pawe thirty-eight extremities since she was ten, climbing up and down neatly piled books. Because, of course, she'd known she was going to be a concert singer and she wanted to be the kind with a good figure. Weyburn grew discouraged of trying to dissuade her after her twelfth visit. "All right. You win." He put her in the last row of the chorus in Night Boat. No hint yet of the glamorous sparkling girl of The Love Parade. But she was learning. It isn't so difficult to break through the chrysalis of the nice ordinary girl to a still nice but fascinating charmer. An easy step — if you care enough to take it. Jeanette cared enough. She began with externals; such as bringing out the golden glints in that red hair of hers. She asked and studied and poked around until she found out exactly the kind of clothes and colors that became her most. Ned Weyburn had told her she could go on the road with the show at a $5 increase in salary. But she'd have to pay her hotel expenses. The Scotch blood in Jeanette said no, it wouldn't be worth it. Better to look for another job. The next morning the long distance call came. Her father was dead. He had been taken sick very suddenly at eleven and had died at three. "T 'm Not Going back into any chorus, 1 Mumsie. I'll find a Dart to do." The responsibility of the family rested heavily upon Jeanette's shoulders now. But she found the part and incidentally made a friend. A very influential friend who had but to pull strings to alter destinies in the theatrical world. He offered Jeanette a wonderful opportunity and in great excitement she moved her family to New York. Only after they were settled did she discover he had one of those strings attached to the offer. She did what any decent girl would do — walked out of his office and never went back. But that didn't make the winter any easier. Broadway had never been so cold and blizzardy. It wasn't until a late March sun had melted the frost that she found a place for herself. In Irene. It took Jeanette two years of solid plugging to work up to the ingenue lead in Tip Toes. She and the university1 student had drifted apart; there was no time for other romances. A single-minded girl, this Jeanette. The road to Hollywood looked as closed to her as the sacred mount of Mohammed. Every picture she had taken told her so. "You're a terrible photographic subject, darling," her friends assured her frankly. Too scrawny, you see. The bone structure was prominent in all the wrong places. "I'll stick to the stage," smiled Jeanette. And then, simply because she felt run down and wanted to prepare for a new part, she went on a milk diet. At a sanitarium in New Jersey where they give you eight to ten quarts of pure Holstein a day and don't allow you to stir. In three weeks even her skin tissue seemed to have changed. It had JANUARY, 1934 5> cT "ELYSIA" the sensational Hollywood Movie of life in a J^UDIST CAMP with startling pictures in the JAT^UART Romantic MOVIE STORIES ALSO "THE VINEGAR TREE", with Lionel Barrymore and Alice Brady "MALIBU", with Jean Parker and Russell Hardie "BOLERO", with James Dunn and Clare Trevor And Many Other Great Stories and Features T^otf on Sale at ^ _ All J^ewsstands IDC • If your newsdealer is sold out, send 15c (stamps or coin) to ROMANTIC MOVIE STORIES, 529 South Seventh Street, Minneapolis, Minn., and a copy of the January issue will be mailed to yon.