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Jonesy's dream comes true
and Diane of "7th Heaven"
becomes a film immortal
Janet Gaynor at the age of twelve. The World War was then in progress. About this time Janet gained local fame as an elocutionist, acquired reciting to sailorsat the Great Lakes Naval Training Station, near Chicago
Harry Jones, Janet 's stepfather. "Jonesy" saw Janet always as a potential screen star. He lived to watch the glory of the opening night of "7th Heaven," when his Janet stepped to fame from among the screen's unknowns
Simply and directly, Janet Gaynor told last month of her early life. She was horn in Gcrmantown, Philadelphia, October 6, 1906. At eight her father and mother separated. There was a divorce. This was the first tragedy of her life. With her mother and sister, Helen, Janet moved to Chicago. Janet spent her winters in Florida with her aunt. These were war days. Janet and her sister gave recitations to sailors at the Great Lakes Naval Training Station, north of Chicago. Janet began to gain a little local fame as an embryonic actress.
Then "Jonesy" entered the life of the Gaynors. He was Harry Jones, a mining promoter from the West. Jones was married to Mrs. Gaynor.
Janet's step-father was destined to play an important role in the future star's career.
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Janet Gaynor and George O'Brien in "The Johnstown Flood." This was Janet's first dramatic role. She gave up a regular S50-a-week salary at Universal to take it. It was a venture. "I shall never forget how hard I tried," she says. "I was giving all I could to succeed"
THOSE days under Jonesy's protecting heart are very sweet and fresh in my mind. Here, at last, were three lone women gathered into the warmth of a good man's embrace. Jonesy with his maps, with his dreams of wealth when this mine or that yielded its treasure. And they never seemed to. His room was stacked high with prospector's tools, with gauges, with blue-prints, with books on ore. His dreams of a generous earth sharing her riches with him never materialized. He lived in a tomorrow bright with promise.
I should not say they never materialized. One dream did. His blessed persistent dream that some day I should be an actress. "Oh, Jonesy, you silly! Don't be absurd. I'll never be an actress. One must be very beautiful to be an actress. Now look at Helen, she is beautiful. She should be an actress. Anyway, I'd rather be a teacher — or a lawj'er."
And so I entered Poli-Technic in San Francisco to finish my high school training.
The first summer I was there I decided it would be well for me to work. I might as well be self-supporting. Poor little me, bashful, shy, I went out one morning with a chum to get employment. She had a list of three places to which she was to apply. The first place was the one she took, without looking at the other two vacancies. I was to see if I couldn't land one of the other jobs. "You do this, Lolly, and do that," she in