The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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(But not such a good fisherman!) Along with these, just part of the family, come another mother and daughter. The daughter looks as though she were in her 'teens, too, and has dimples and a mass of curly, light red hair. She happens to be quite well known in her line of work. Her name is Janet Gaynor. Of course, the first time Janet ever came, the man and woman who own the big house and rent out the little cabins almost fainted. So did the families in the other cabins. But that is long ago. To have a great movie star in their midst, yelling "Hello" to them when they get up in the morning and roasting marshmallows with them at their camp-fires at night, has become a habit, now, and they regard her as just one more girl at the camp; one of themselves. Long ago they have found out that she's no different, that she's just one of the bunch, loving the lake for the same reason they love it, wearing the same old clothes and eating the same rough-and-ready food that they do. Janet's best friend at the camp, in fact, is Elrene, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the proprietor. Elrene knows the woods as well as the Indians ever did, and when they go out at dawn to hunt for deer tracks it is Elrene who acts as guide and boss, with Janet meekly following where she is led. (A Janet, incidentally, in faded ridingbreeches and high laced boots from a department store, costing no more than Elrene's did.) Janet and her mother have one of the cabins. There are two bedrooms, with hooks on the plain board walls, instead of clothes-closets, and a sittingroom furnished with old odds and ends of furniture that is rickety and has seen far better days. There is blue linoleum on the floor. The rooms have electric lights, but no running water. Heat comes from an old iron stove. And this is the place loved best in all the world by Janet, with her beautiful home and luxurious studio cottage in Hollywood — Janet, who could afford the finest hotels at Palm Beach, or Lake Placid, or the fashionable resorts of Europe. What does she do, there? Well, what do you do, on your own summer vacation. The whole family — and Janet is just one of the family — get up late and dawdle over breakfast. During the morning they play tennis, if they feel that ambitious. Out behind the cottages there's a tennis-court that has never been graded or rolled. You hit a ball, it strikes a rock or a bump or a clump of grass, and you never know where it's going to land. Or sometimes, when Uncle George has his way, they go fishing. The fishing excursions are a sight to see! There are three row-boats, one of them boasting an outboard motor. Uncle George, sunburnt and swearing, works over the motor until he finally gets it started. 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"They do everything but knock me into the lake!" Supper — no, dinner! — comes at six. Then, in the evenings, the family gathers to play hearts or poker. Can you imagine Janet playing poker? They chat until bed-time, which is early. Sometimes they spend the whole evening out on the porch, just watching the moon on the lake, with hardly a word spoken. It's just an ordinary vacation, in other words, such as your own family might have. What does it mean to Janet? Why has it been such a big thing in her life that she has kept it secret all these years, as though she were afraid knowledge of what she did with her Summers, shared by those who did not understand, might spoil the beauty of the experience for her? The things she has loved best are ... a morning when she went out with Elrene to see if they could catch a glimpse of the deer . . . and another morning when, tip-toeing steathily up the banks of a serene stream, they caught sight of a family of beavers busily at work building a dam. "It was just after a rain," Janet says, her voice hushed, her eyes shining. "Toadstools had popped up everywhere, as big as plates, some of them, and the raindrops still glistened on them. It was like an illustration from a book of fairy-tales. You could almost imagine you saw the little gnomes hiding under the toadstools!" Last year she could not bear to leave. She stayed on and on, until, finally, the Fall came. Then the leaves on the maples all turned to gold, and all the oaks burned with crimson fires. She could not bear to stay in the cottage. She walked for miles and miles through the woods, even when it rained. She could not get enough of it. You may have wondered how Janet, who has been a star for more years than most, has been able to keep her sweetness, her naturalness, her genuineness. She is the same girl today that she was when she made her very first picture. No amount of fame, no amount of money has gone to her head. She has kept in touch with common, everyday folks, with the people who are neither famous or rich, with old Mother Earth. Now you know her secret. For three months out of the year, like a fairy princess released from the bondage of the horrid old ogre, Janet can be the self Hollywood never sees and will never know — her real self. And that is why she can keep the other Janet, the Janet of the screen, so clean and sweet and fine and good for you. That is the blessing she cherishes. That is the secret she has saved. * * * P. S. What is the name of the lake? Well, the name of the lake is Elrene's last name. Do you know Elrene? 44 The New Movie Magazine, May, 1935