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WAV FOR MELODY
"There's a new MacDonaid in the family — just come. Her name's Jeanette. You'll want to go and look at her, in a little while."
As the children ran down the stairs together Blossom whispered cynically to her sister, "It's just because he's excited about the baby. He'll remember tomorrow."
JUNE 18, 1907 — Sarajevo was only a pin-prick on world . maps, as yet unheralded; a man named Ford was being silly with some outlandish contraption he'd put together and with which he habitually scared all the horses on the main street of his town; it was a period of tight cuffs and chin-high collars, of dip-waists and puffs, post-Gibson Girl, of watches pinned to starched shoulders, of ornamental belt-buckles, of "Moonlight on the Wabash" and "Ta Ra Ra Boom-de-ay." A leisurely era, without hysteria.
In the year when Jeanette MacDonaid, now the shining star of motion pictures and radio, was born, America was at rest, smug in prosperity, boisterous, unsophisticated as the twenties knew — and the thirties know — sophistication.
The rich, perhaps, were a little richer: you could make great fortunes then, before the government became wise in the ways of the income tax. The poor were more legion, and suffered greater hardships.
But then, as now, eighty-five percent of America — that is, America itself — constituted a great middle class of religious, ineffably respectable, hard-working, long-living men and their families. If you had wanted to find one citizen in the United States to hold up as the perfect example of that class you could not have done better than to choose Daniel MacDonaid.
He was a manager for a wood-working construction company. His house was one of the innumerable and completely undistinguished two-story frame houses that line
BEGINNING THE INTIMATE RECOLLECTIONS OF JEANETTE MACDONALD
At eight, Jeanette was "musically inclined" . . .
Editor's note: It happens once in a blue moon — the perfect blending of a star and a writer — but it has happened here. And the happy result is the most revealing story about Jeanette MacDonaid I have ever read.
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