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4 ♦ ♦ Carole Lombard believes that such a procedure is impossible. She believes that one cannot take precautions nor make predictions as far as matrimony goes. And that includes her own marrriage to Bill Powell
(Above) William Powell with Kay Francis in "One Way Passage." When Bill married Carole, Carole was apprehensive because Bill likes a well ordered life and she prefers the opposite.
I recalled that Carole had had a few qualms (after all, what girl doesn't?) when Bill was trying to persuade her to marry him.
"We'll never get on!" she used to moan. "Bill will strangle me — or at least, he will want to. He likes order and dignity and an organized sort of life. I can't live that way. I can't have meals at certain times and be punctual for appointments and keep engagements that I have made a week before. I have to live a haphazard existence. I always do whatever it occurs to me to do at the moment. Bill won't be able to stand me. It's all right now — it amuses him —so long as I am just a girl he comes to see. But will that sort of thing amuse him in a wife? Even now, he looks at me often as if he suspected me of having just mislaid my mind somewhere. Bill wants to •marry and 'settle down.' I couldn't settle down. It would kill me !"
It was that very impetuosity, the "haphazard-ness" which she bemoaned, the light-hearted carelessness about the formal details of living, I suspect, which attracted Bill to Carole in the first place. Bill was a little lonely and a little bitter. If he was a cynic, it was not without reason. Life had been a bit grim for him. . . .
Hollywood couples have allowed their married happiness to be publicized and then have ended ignominiously in the divorce courts. They believed, most of them, sincerely and honestly, that nothing could ever shake their love and admiration and respect. Then something did. And they were just as surprised as anyone else.
"Bill and I are all right now. We like to be together. We have fun. Next week, for all I know, we may be at each other's throats and all the predictions may come true. But that is next week. . . . I certainly shan't do any prophesying about it !"
CAROLE used to say — she still says — "I'd like never to do anything in my whole life but laugh!" It is easy to see the attraction that sort of girl would have for Bill. She was terribly in love with him. No doubt about that. It was not for herself that she was afraid in those weeks before her marriage. It was fear that she might not be able to adjust herself to Bill's way of living, fear that she might not make him happy that troubled her.
Whatever happens — and who am I to prophesy, if Carole and Bill won't? — they have been good for each other. Carole has matured subtly and gracefully since her marriage. She has always had poise. Now she has added a very pretty dignity. Despite her wise cracking and her quips, she makes you {Continued on page 87)
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