Hollywood (Jan - Oct 1934)

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by FRED RUTLEDGE Janet Gaynor is far too sensible to cherish dreams of a real-life wedding with Charles Farrell for she knows that while that is not impossible it is highly improbable entirely different location for her own seaside bungalow. It stands down at an unfashionable beach just past the oil wells at Venice, silent and nearly without neighbors. White sand stretches out in both directions, washed by the Pacific ocean. And there Janet stays, lying for long hours on a beach which has no other occupant. Occasionally her closest neighbors are at home. They are Fay Wray and her husband, John Monk Saunders. Perhaps Janet will meet them on the sidewalk which runs along in front of their two cottages. "Hello," Janet salutes them, and with a wave of her hand she is gone. Never another word, except a congratulation or two if a picture has just been released. Back for work at her Beverly Hills home, Janet rests after studio hours in the cloistered privacy of a huge flower garden. She walks among the different beds, noticing with pleasure the artful effects they obtain, putting in the back of her head suggestions for slight changes she will make to the gardener. The hardest part of living a life withdrawn from the community to which she owes her earnings has been the absence of enough spontaneous gaiety. She has found that privacy, freedom from prying gentlemen of the press, rest from a constant round of parties, grow into almost insurmountable obstacles in a path to normal enjoyment of life. It is all well and good to go two or three nights a week to the neighboring picture house without fanfare of studio publicity, to see a favorite star. It would be more than enough — if it were possible to stop and chat with people who were friends. At first, in her seclusion, Janet cast around for obvious Please turn to page seventy-one REBELS ! JUNE, 1934 Following her divorce front Lydell Peck a year ago, Janet Gaynor became Hollywood'1 s loneliest, most unhappy star Janet's beach home is segregated from those of other film stars. She has consistently avoided their companionship but now all that is over. She is resolved to forget the past and live only for today!