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JANET GAYNOR'S
SECRET HIDEAWAY
The best story about Janet Gaynor in five years! Here is the mystery that has long baffled her own best friends. You'll know Janet better than ever when you read about it
THIS is a story we never expected to print. After all these years Janet Gaynor has been a reigning star, we never thought we'd discover a secret about her. But we have! And it's a secret which tells you more about her sweetness, more about that natural, unspoiled quality which she has kept, than all the hundreds of stories that have ever been printed about her!
Have you ever read a story telling how Janet spends her Summers?
"Oh," you say, "is that all your secret is!"
But come on. Think. Have you? Maybe it's more important than you believe. Think . . . No, you don't know anything about it. Now that you come to consider it, you've never heard a word. Summer is the slack season in Hollywood. All the stars go away — to Europe, to Palm Springs, to the Orient, to luxurious beach homes. The papers tell where all the others go. But the papers don't tell where Janet goes. Nobody tells. Nobody tells, because nobody knows! Every Summer, Janet drops quietly out of sight. For all anybody knows, she's still in Hollywood. But she isn't. She's 3000 miles away.
Where?
Up a certain road, in a certain county in Wisconsin, is a certain lake. It is just one more lake, in a countryside that is full of them, and it is small. And, because it is so small, so exquisitely shaped, it is perfect — a glowing blue jewel, shining through dense trees. No great hotel, no smart resort has ever been built there. Few persons even knew about the tiny, lost lake when, years ago, a man and his wife built a house there for themselves, because they loved its serenity and its surpassing beauty. Then, gradually, a few discovered it, fell in love with it too, and first two and then three little cabins went up. Now, beside the big house, there are six of the little cabins, hardly visible against the back-drop of silvery birches and dark green pines. No millionaire has ever heard of the place, or ever will. The people who come are just ordinary families from nearby towns in Wisconsin, who love the lake for itself and would die rather than see it spoiled by a highway, a dancehall, or hot-dog stands. They mean to keep their lovely, quiet forest just as it was two hundred years ago, when the Indians roamed through it.
To this place, to one of the tiny cabins — up the mysterious road, in the unknown county — comes each year a certain family. There's Uncle George, good-natured, six feet tall, with a laugh {Please turn to page 44)
We are keeping Janet's secret and not telling you the name of her beloved lake. But if you ever happen on it, and see a red-haired girl in a boat — that's Janet!
When they made "Paddy the Next Best Thing," 'way back there, the cameramen wondered where Janet had learned to ride so well. We know where!
By JACK JAMISON
Exclusive to New Movie Magazine
The New Movie Magazine, May, 1935
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