The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

The New Movie Magazine Janet Gaynor! You certainly gave me a start. I thought it was Janet herself. I have seen her only in pictures, but there's something about her that's different. Did any one ever tell you that you looked like Janet Gaynor? Why, it's remarkable ! — you certainly could pass for her sister!" Janet was too frightened to reply, and the woman passed on. If she had turned back for an instant she would have seen Janet taking a deep breath of relief, for a few moments more and she might have attracted the much-tobe-dreaded crowd that had almost mobbed her one night in the theater. Janet was in the juvenile dress department, where many small women came to buy. A canny head of children's coats seeing her gracious manner in serving others and the way her sales checks were mounting crossed the room to whisper in her ear: "I'm going to ask Mr. if I mayn't have you in my department tomorrow. You're a wonder for a new girl!" At five o'clock on a pre-arranged plan from the manager of the store she went to the cloak-room, donned her hat and coat, and went straight back to the department where she had been working. The manager called his sales-force around him and introduced the modest, earnest little worker to the amazed and dumfounded group. There was nothing they could say; they were taken too much by surprise and something of awe and embarrassment fell over them. If they had only known ! — that was the thought written on their faces — if they had only known ! Janet thanked them in her winsome way for being' kind to her and hoped they would be as kind to all other strange and lovely young girls. Now Janet is not always serious and tragic, as her best pictures have made her out to be. There is a wealth of comedy in her make-up that has never been drawn upon. She is a born mimic and as funny as Charlie Chaplin at times, and, like that rare artist of the screen, she can mix the laugh and the tear. I would like to see her do a Sis Hopkins some day. I HAVE one of her letters before me, the letter written a few days before she sailed away to the Hawaiian Islands on her honeymoon trip. w.nd now for the Big News! I am sailing for Honolulu accompanied solely by one Lydell Peck! Oh! It is dreadfully wonderful, isn't it? I'm thrilled and scared and happy and panicky and I want to and I don't all at the same time. But I've talked to lots of experienced people and they say every one feels that way before the fateful step, so it's some consolation to know I am normal and not really daft. Anyway, that's what is going to happen. The studio is doing its best to keep this a secret because I want to avoid any interviewers. Goodness knows, it's hard enough getting married, but when you have to talk about it that's still worse! I am terribly in love!" And besides that letter there is another from Janet, written years ago, which has become a prophecy: "And so, dear Jonesy, you want me to become a movie queen! I will have to meditate over the matter." And in closing she wrote, "Here's " fjreaf big kiss fiii you, and rememb< r it's front your Mode Queen-to-be!" Rollo Does an Original Talkie (Continual from !>■<<!■■ 1 1 ) Well, that's just dandy. Come here, Son. What do you want? Come here just a minute. Closer. I'd rather not, Daddy. Come on. I won't hurt you. Come on. I think I'll go out and play, Daddy. Xo, I want to talk to you. Here, wait a minute. Hey, Daddy. Why are you locking the door. What are you doing? Don't point that gun at me, Daddy — it's loaded. Sure it's loaded. Stop your fooling, Daddy. I ain't fooling. Son. (BANG!) Once more. I must be sure. (BAN Daddv. . . . Yes, Rollo. I'm dying, Daddy. I hope to tell you Listen, Daddv. . . . Yes? Ain't this a swell pint situation for a theme song, huh. Daddy? (BANG! BANG! BANG! 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