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r\ergetic Ethel
She actually keeps a diary, so we'll allow she deserves to be called energetic
Ethel in her private bathing pool.
'ou'll find Miss Shannon in the
garden," I was informed, on
enquiring for her at her
Hollywood bungalow. " Go
straight down the path."
I went as straight as possible down a path that proved deliciously uncertain of its own ultimate destination, past a quaint box hedge and beds riotous with many coloured flowers. The day was warm, to say the least of it, and I began to think envious thoughts of people who are the lucky possessors of old-world gardens in which to laze and dream away the golden hours. Somewhere amongst the flowers I pictured Miss Shannon, reclining at ease in a gently-swaying hammock.
" Hello!" said a warm, rather sweet voice, in my ear. " Are you looking for me? I'm Miss Shannon."
I turned quickly and found myself looking into a pair of large and very merry blue eyes. My vision of the fair
JUNE 1924
Ethel lazing beneath the trees vanished instantly. The reality that faced me was somehow very different from the Ethel I had imagined, and it was only by the piquant curve of the scarlet lips and the masses of red-gold hair that formed a fiery halo about her lovely oval face, that I recognised the Maytime girl. She extended an earthy hand — the other held a trowel — and apologised for its soiled condition. Then she laughed up at me.
" I've just finished," she announced. " Come up to the bungalow and have some tea with me."
Five minutes later we were both sipping tea in grateful silence. Presently my hostess put down her cup and sighed resignedly.
" And now, I suppose, you want me to tell you the story of my young life," she said.
I looked guilty and waited.
She reached out a hand for a biscuit and nibbled it reflectively.
" Well, I was born in Denver twentytwo years ago. I went on the stage when I was quite a little girl, and toured with E. H. Southerne and Maude Adams. Nothing very eventful about it — just mainly work, though I suppose I had my small successes. The first really big thing that happened to me was when, at the age of eighteen I decided to quit the stage and go into pictures. It was then that I first started to keep a diary. Yes," she smiled, in answer to my unspoken question, " I really did keep one and though my friends teased me frightfully about :t I haven't missed an entry since the day I began it. I think that's a record."
I agreed, with unconcealed admiration and dubbed her Energetic Ethel on the spot.
Above : She is also an enthusiastic gardener.
Above : The
bridal scene from
•' Maytime."
Lcfi ■ Ethel
Shannon and
Harrison Ford
as the old
couple in
" Ma v time."
" I went to the Charles Ray studio first," she went on, " and spent a week there as an extra girl. My great ambition was to become a leading lady, and I just clung on to that for all I was worth. The other girls made fun of me for aiming so high, but I was so determined to ' get there ' that I simply couldn't fail." She clasped her hands at the back of her head, and her blue eyes looked very thoughtful.