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adding a touch of refinement to the conversation.
"I'll get her now!" said Janis the intrepid.
Before I could make my speech which was rapidly prepared while crossing the room, Ginger held out her hand saying, "Miss Janis, I am so happy to meet you. I've always admired you and I love your articles in New Movie." Well, now I ask you! Even if I hadn't already thought she was grand and been all set to tell her how I had been watching her ever since she sauntered into the picture "Forty-Second Street," how I had been thrilled by her performance in "Gay Divorcee" and a lot of other things, I would have had to be old lady Gibraltar herself not to waver under that barrage of flattery which, delivered in the frank, unaffected Rogers manner, sounded extremely sincere.
"I want to do one about you!" I said on recovering my equilibrium, "but if you are only going to be here five days you will probably be too busy."
"I won't be too busy," said Ginger. "Say when you want to see me and I'll put off something else."
The Press surrounding us stirred a little impatiently.
"Tuesday lunch?" I gasped.
"Absolutely. Where?"
A camera man edged in. "May we get a picture, Miss Rogers?"
"Sure. Just a minute. Where?" Ginger repeated.
"Algonquin. One o'clock." I said, and was carried away on a tide of Rogers rooters.
Tuesday morning, I came in from the country early. I wasn't taking any chances. At the Algonquin my phone rang and a secretarial voice said, "I'm speaking for Miss Rogers. Miss Ginger Rogers," she added.
If she breaks this date I'll never believe in Santa Claus or Roosevelt again, I thought. "Yes! What is it?" I said somewhat frigidly.
"Miss Rogers wants to know if you would mind lunching with her in her apartment. She was up very late and "
"Certainly not. I'd love it!" I cut in. "Where?"
"Waldorf Towers."
"O. K." What is it about those Towers that lures the cinema stars? They make me dizzy, yet every time I want to see a pal from Hollywood I have to be shot up practically to heaven and nobody's handing out wings.
Ginger was fairly conservative. She was only on the twenty-seventh floor. She opened the door herself. A very different Ginger from the brown and gold stream of sunshine that blinded the A. M. P. A'ers. Still sunshine, but of a more placid and pale variety. The carrot curls are slicked back from the extremely white brow. They nestle resignedly in the nape of a slender and equally white neck. She looks much (Please turn to page 54)
Real names: On the marriage license Ginger
signed "Virginia Katherine McMath," and
Lew signed, "Lewis Frederick Ayer."
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Left: Ginger and Lew cut their wedding cake. Above: Mary Brian, Ginger's mother, and Janet Gaynor. Mary and Janet were bridesmaids.
The New Movie Magazine, February, 1935
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