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Jack Holt — en Famille
His family sometimes visit Jack on the set, or even go on location with him. There are Tim, Mrs. Jack and Betty.
and Mrs. Holt take the children to their beach place. There are three sturdy youngsters. The eldest little girl is Mrs. Holt's daughter by a former marriage. Small Tim and Betty are Jack's.
Betty is five, with the rare combination of brown eyes and silky blond hair. On first acquaintance she is very reserved, regarding you silently, with her finger in her mouth. But if you can pass this barrier of dignity, she is gracious to the point of garrulity. Once started, she talks quite incessantly, scarcely drawing breath — chiefly about her clothes, and with a lisp.
"She has been ill," Jack said, "and we've had her at the beach. She had been terribly quiet and had taken no interest in things. Then, last Saturday, when we were on the sand, she suddenly showed me her petticoat with great disgust, and said, T with mother had brought my petticoat with the lathe on it. Thith one ithn't the right color at all.' I knew right then she was getting better."
Little, husky Tim is the son of his father. He is seven, and since he was four has ridden like something out of the cavalry. When his father took him to see "The Covered Wagon," a little pinto pony caught Tim's eye among all the other horses. It was a bright little trick horse, and Tim was so crazy about it, that Jack traced the horse and bought it for him. But he wisely made Tim understand that it was not only a gift, but
a responsibility. Tim himself, Jack said, would have to buy the pony's oats, earning money in the devious ways known to small boys.
After careful, very important meditation, Tim set up in business as the neighborhood destroyer of frogs and snails, fertile pests of California gardens. His rate was two cents a frog, and five snails for a penny. When the rambling grounds surrounding his own home are exhausted, Tim goes next door to Ernest Torrence's garden and removes snails from the lovely rose trees. And Florence Vidor, whose back garden meets Ernest Torrence's, also employs Tim. He is very serious and capable about his work, believing implicitly that upon his efforts the pony really depends for oats. Suzanne Vidor, and Tim's sister Betty, stand around watching him, in respectful, admiring silence.
Jack Holt is intensely interested in his children. Not as little novelties to be petted and indulged, but as individuals to be considered and understood. He has a very sound knowledge of child psychology. His is one of the most charming father-child relationships I have ever seen. The children adore him — not blindly, in the usual child way, but intelligently.
The Holt home is a delightful, restful place. The gardens are always cool and shady. In one big corner of them is the children's playground — sand piles, slides, seesaws, Continued on page 105