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Everyone wants to know the
truth about the rumors of a new romance between Joan Crawford and Clark Gable.
Here Photoplay gives you the answer – for the record.
Adele Whitely Fletcher
appeared in Photoplay, October 1946
It was one hour
before midnight when the sleek green Cadillac swung up the driveway of the
California Cabana Club and stopped at the brightly lighted doorway. Out of it
stepped the bronzed man with the silver tipped temples and the woman with copper
hair whose gown matched the green of the car.
He was smiling as he
helped her to alight. Was he thinking with amusement of his own maroon town and
country convertible station wagon parked at her Brentwood home because obviously
her new green dress had been designed to complement her car?
smiling too. At life perhaps. For it was odd her new picture, “Possessed,”
carried the identical title of a film they once had made together with
He took her arm and guided her through the throngs
of dancers to Emil Coleman’s music, all celebrating the christening of
Hollywood’s latest and most exclusive club, steered her toward the table at
which the maitre d’ hotel waited to seat them.
Their appearance had an
electric effect. The signals started flashing. “Look! Clark’s with Joan!” To be
sure, the signals would have gone out had Crawford arrived with Cary Grant or
had Gable appeared with Rita Hayworth. But there wouldn’t have been any such
quickening of emotions, such stirring of memories. Because Crawford and Gable
had once been Hollywood’s greatest potential romance and the town would love to
see them together again.
By the time the two reached their table the
photographers swooped down upon them. Joan, briefly searched her companion’s
face, caught the knowing grin, the imperceptible shrug, and straightway invited
six of the lens experts to join their table.
The banter between flash
bulbs flew thick and fast, Clark interposing good-naturedly whenever there was a
lull, “What’s the matter, boys, out of film?”
Joan paid him off in
kind. When a friend dropped by the besieged table to observe that for two people
to seen together in Hollywood once was to be called a twosome and that Joan had
better keep away from Errol Flynn, she countered,” I will, He’s much too young
Gable feigned indignation. “I beg your pardon!”
this vein the evening rolled merrily along.
But the next morning the
tongue began wagging, the presses began rolling, the radio began chattering and
those who follow Hollywood happenings suddenly sat up and asked, “What’s this? A
new romance for Crawford and Gable?”
“New” is hardly the word. Joan and
Clark have been special to each other from the day some years ago when they met
and tested for their first picture. “Dance, Fools, Dance.” At that time
Hollywood was in a furor over Clark because of the uncompromising gambler he had
played in the film version of Adela Rogers St. John’s novel, “A Free Soul,”
which starred Norma Shearer. “He comes from the stage,” they said in explanation
of his instinctive timing.
Stage Experience! Joan was impressed.
Jittery too at the thought of working with him.
Clark also was
impressed and jittery at the thought of working with Joan. On all sides he heard
a brilliant career predicted for her.
“Miss Crawford!” He acknowledged
the director’s introduction with a formal bow.
“Mr. Gable!” She rushed
the words together in the fierce little way that then even more than now
betokened her refusal to let it be known how shy she really was.
was wearing a cotton-house dress and low-heeled shoes. Clark towered above her,
so far above her that, surprised out of her jitters, she cried,” My God, you’re
An experienced siren couldn’t have conceived four words more
likely to make a man remember.
Throughout the picture their friendship
grew. Sitting on the sidelines of the set they used each other as a sounding
board for all their thoughts. They talked about the theater and books, about the
bouquet of wine and all the things they didn’t understand about life. No doubt
anyone overhearing their conversation would have thought them incredibly corny.
But they also would have realized they were wholly sincere.
their highly competitive tow, with fame and fortune at stake, they dared not
seem young or inexperienced or searching. So only with each other could they
take off their masks; could Clark appear otherwise than a slightly politer
facsimile of the tough guys he played on the screen, could Joan appear otherwise
than a secure and smoothly sophisticated lady. Discovering each other in a way
they also discovered themselves.
Clark was married to Rhea then… Joan
was married to Douglas Jr. If they weren’t happy in their marriages they didn’t
know it. So when rumors began to circulate about them they laughed and Joan
promptly invited Rhea to lunch and they began visiting back and forth at each
However, later on, when Joan and young Dough returned
from a holiday in Europe things were different. Joan was trying valiantly – sure
death to any marriage – to keep things together. For when she married Douglas
Fairbanks Jr., she had made her vows of faithfulness and forbearance with the
solemnity of a reformed Hey Hey girl.
Clark and Rhea, too, had changed
toward each other.
So, intrinsically unhappy and lonely, Joan and Clark
met again to make “Possessed.” The first one on the set in the mornings waited
for the other to arrive. More and more their chairs stood side by side. More and
more they talked of all the things in life they could less and less
“Clark’s an old softy!” she said at this time, meaning no
doubt, to make an amusing revelation. But her voice went tender, making it a
romantic revelation instead. It still does even when she says of some other man,
“He’s kind of Clark Gable-ish ….” And Clark, speaking of Joan, for years has
tried to be noncommittal as he’s said, “She’s quite a gal!”
The crew on
the “Possessed” set were the first to know Joan and Clark were in love. They
knew it probably before Joan or Clark did themselves. Then items began appearing
in the columns. But where Joan once had laughed, down similar rumors she now as
enraged and denied everything.
“Can there be no friendship in
Hollywood?” she demanded emotionally.
Those who knew Joan and Clark
best then insisted they never saw each other except at the studios and at
parties. At parties, however, you always found them on the same side of the
room, on the same side of a discussion or rushing excitedly to each other to
share something amusing; an inevitable sign that a man and a woman are important
to each other; more so sometimes than either one of them yet
This was Joan’s and Clark’s time, of course. But neither of
them was quite ready for the divorce and publicity they both faced later
There was, so far as anyone knows, no grand renunciation between
them. They simply and gradually moved away from each other, back into the
shelter of their marriages.
The romanticists will tell you – and they
may be right – that this was a great pity, that Joan and Clark then were made
for each other, and had they followed their heart, would be two different people
today, two happier and more fulfilled and secure people. And there is no doubt
in the minds of all who have observed them through the years that there never
has been a time, even when they have been emotionally involved with others, that
they haven’t been important to each other, that they haven’t paused instantly at
the sound of other’s call or voice or even at the casual mention of other’s
Joan was in NY when Carole Lombard Gable’s plane crashed. For
years her path and Clark’s had not crossed except in the most casual manner.
Married to Franchot Tone in the meantime, Joan also had become somewhat the
smooth sophisticate she once, only had pretended to be. Nevertheless, her grief
for Clark was something she did not even try to hide.
It was just
before Joan married Phil Terry that gossips once more began noticing Clark’s car
parked in front of her house in Brentwood. But in this story of frustration
again the time was not right. Clark was top man on the screen; Joan was in her
slump. Above all, she needed to re-establish herself and to be with those who
worshipped her blindly and so soothed her ego. All of which is understandable.
For it is not in the human pattern not to be hurt and not be determined to prove
yourself all over again when you’re looked upon as a glamorous queen one day and
the next you’re kept waiting outside producers’ offices while newcomers are
given parts you would cherish.
Earlier, of course, when both Joan’s and
Clark’s positions were dominant and strong, it had been all right for them to
confess to each other their underlying sense of insecurity and their sensitive
fears. Not now.
So Clark went away. Again, inevitably, the distance
between him and Joan widened. She had her greater absorption her career, her
delightful adopted children with their pretty manners, her beautiful white house
with its exquisite white drawing room. Clark had his definitely less interest in
his career and his informal ife on his ranch. And when he said farewell to
Hollywood to fly in enemy skies and Joan married Phillip Terry the distance was
even greater than before.
Not too great, however. For again their paths
were destined to cross. It was after Clark returned to civilian life and Joan’s
marriage to Phillip Terry was on the rocks. This time Louis B. Mayer provided
the springboard by seating Joan and Clark next to each other at a dinner party
he was giving. That gentleman has been known to foster romance more than
For a while it looked as if the friendly hypo might be taking,
for thereafter the Gable care was seen on occasions making its way over the
hills from the Valley to Brentwood. And Hollywood, frequently hard-boiled over
the heart affairs of its fellow citizens, really rooted for this one. Hadn’t the
right time arrived at last for the big guy who had known tragedy, made a fine
record in the war only to return to an empty heart, and the woman who alone won
top acclaim for her courageous comeback?
Then came the opening of the
California Cabana Club when Joan and Clark created a social climax by attending
together. An answer had to be given and Joan gave it. “I’m amazed Clark and I
caused such a flurry by appearing together at the Cabana Club. I thought
everyone knew we saw each other occasionally.”
This could be another
one of those evasions out of the mouths of Hollywood stars. It could be – but
isn’t. Theirs is not the romance Hollywood would like to have it – not as things
stand at the moment. Again it's a question of the wrong timing; Gable, fed up
with pictures despite the financial success of “Adventure,” his future course
unclear even to himself; Joan, with her feet firmly on the road to perhaps a
But who is to say that the timing might not be right on
one of those days?