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JEANETTE
By
Ruth Tildesley
Jeanette MacDonald is one Hollywood movie star who would rather take pictures than pose for them. Result: fine collection of intimate poses of husband Gene Raymond and the rest of the family, but none of Jeanette Here are her favorite pictures: above, family dinner party; exterior of their home. Left and beow, Gene and Black Knight. Bottom, Irene Dunne. Opposite page, Gene in a quiz game.
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HE MacRaymond has everything!" — That's a catch phrase used by Jeanette MacDonald's friends whenever that starry young person has a piece of good — or bad — luck. When I found her on one of the deep couches in her living room, almost entirely surrounded by albums, loose pictures, rolls of film, and half a dozen containers of negatives and prints, I chanted it, too.
Jeanette shook her head. "Except some really good pictures !" she finished. "You know I'm the Impatient Photographer, incarnate, and I'm afraid that's the way my prints usually look. Delight has such gorgeous things in her magazine, she will be disappointed with mine."
She brushed some of the negatives from her lap and took up the little camera. A great idea dawned. "There's some film left in here ! Suppose we make some new stuff for Screenland," she suggested. "I'll make some pictures of you, Ruth. Oh, / know — come out and climb up on the grape arbor! Only today, Gene was saying that the only place we hadn't been photographed was up on the grape arbor, hanging by our knees."
The idea began to lack attraction for me. But it developed that I wasn't to hang by my knees. I was merely to sit on the top of the trellis — after transferring myself from a stepladder — and try not to look as scared as I felt, while my hostess clicked the shutter. From the arbor, we visited the garden, where I had to hold a rake, a weeder, a pair of clippers, and a spading fork in various positions among the flowers and shrubs, while Jeanette earnestly eyed my image in the finder and clicked, and clicked. In the thick of it, a low clear whistle sounded.Teanette whistled back, eagerly, and presently Gene Raymond joined us. Their signal can be heard anywhere on the Raymond grounds or in the house, which, Jeanette says, is convenient because they can find each other in a second.
Gene watched the last picture, took the camera, examined it, and laughed. "Little Mrs. Wanger again!" he teased. "That film is the one we were fooling with last
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