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making a picture at Metro she came in contact with Jack Gilbert. She responded to his youth and he bowed low to her talent. They would stand in the center of the lot and gas away to each other for hours.
When the picture ended and she and Hartley were ready to leave for New York, they entertained dinner guests at their Beverly Hills bungalow. King Vidor was there paying court to Lady Thelma Furness; Monta Bell was with a beauty not his own; King's ex-wife, Eleanor Boardman, was purring with someone else. The only two uncomplicated people were Hartley Manners and Hopper.
Jack Gilbert turned up with a complete Hawaiian band to serenade Laurette as a farewell gesture. He instructed them what songs to sing, and we sat on the porch while the Hawaiians played ad infinitum, not to say ad nauseum. Finally I couldn't take any more and jumped up to tell Jack off, but Hartley laid a hand on mine. "Please don't," he said quietly.
En route to the train next morning Hartlev stopped at a florist's to send me flowers with this note: "We understand. They will in time. Until then, God bless you."
Hartley died not long after, suddenly, before Laurette could say, "I'm sorry," or pour out her gratitude to him. Remorse drove her into hiding, and for years no one saw her. She put on a mountain of flesh. Not until she got the play The Glass Menagerie and became interested in its author, Tennessee Williams, did she slim down and return to the stage. Her last was to be her greatest performance.
I have a picture of Laurette hanging on my office wall. On it she wrote: "WThen I was a girl in Blue Mountain and you were a barefoot girl." Beside it hangs one of Grace Moore with her back to the camera and her arms outstretched. She's singing in Paris on a balcony, looking down over hundreds of people jammed in the street. Grace wrote: "Thank God for balconies!"
Shortly after Gilbert's serenade I made The Snob, with Jack Gilbert, Norma Shearer, and Conrad Nagel. Leatrice Joy, Jack's wife, took it into her head at that moment to divorce him, even though she was expecting his child. Gilbert was infuriated, thinking his prestige as the screen's top lover might be upset.
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