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Don't Misunderstand the Clark Gables!
If you had been in Clark Gable s place, what would you have done?
Before you talk about the parting of Clark and Ria Gable, read this understanding story and ask yourself what you would have done in the situation they have just faced!
By RUTH BIERY
CLARK GABLE stood at the rail of a steamship coming from South America. His dark hair caught the mist from the sea and went unnoticed. His eyes watched the emptiness of the horizon and brooded. Water and then more water; sky and then more sky — trying to meet, seeming to meet, yet never touching. Is life like that? Do we roll along — along — trying to reach for a sky?
We all have such thoughts when we stand on a ship and gaze at the endless blue above and beneath us. There was not a passenger on that liner who did not stand thus and ponder. Yet there was not one who did not wonder why Clark Gable stood at the rail and brooded.
Clark Gable ! Surely he was one man whose sea and sky had met. What more could one nan have — what more could he want i He was handsome, virile, a world hero. Why, in South America no man had had such adulation since Rudolph Valentino! "He makes five thousand dollars a week," the travelers whispered to each other.
One passenger spoke for all of them when he said, "If I were Clark Gable, I don't think I'd be brooding."
If he had been Clark Gable! If any one of them had been ! They knew what they would do ! . . . But did they ? What would they have done? What would you have done if you had been Clark Gable then ? I wonder.
I wonder also how widely scattered those passengers were when they picked up their morning papers three weeks after that South American liner had docked. To each, the faces of the other travelers already were blurred, perhaps for [Continued on page 70]
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