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From under my Hat
she played the leading part in The Circus, her film career went glimmering.
The tradition of Chaplin leading ladies has taken a definite pattern. You were nobody when he discovered you. You were sitting on top of the world for a few months. Then you were nobody again.
I asked the distraught girl if she had no family, no friends.
"My mother's in New York," she said. "I have one friend here."
"Get her on the phone and ask her to come here," I said.
Joan paced around my office like a trapped wild animal until I made her sit down. "The first thing is to find out if you're pregnant," I said. I phoned my doctor and asked him to make an examination. Then we waited for the friend to arrive. Frankly, I was afraid to let Joan out of my office; she was in such a state she might have thrown herself in front of a streetcar or an automobile.
The doctor confirmed her fear. She was pregnant.
She'd told me that Chaplin had forbidden her to come to his house again; he wanted nothing more to do with her. But when she learned she was going to have a baby she went straight to his hilltop home. Mr. Chaplin called the police and they put her in jail. Charlie's butler got me on the telephone and told me what had happened to Joan Barry.
When she was released from jail she told me that Chaplin had threatened to have her put away if she ever went to his home again. At this point I devoted a whole column to Joan Barry. And what d'you know, it got printed! Made quite a stir!
Joan was the kind of girl who, fundamentally, didn't take much stock in threats. So she went again to the Chaplin home, got picked up again, was thrown back into jail and then taken to a hospital in Santa Monica.
Again the Chaplin butler gave me the word. Then I called in Florabel Muir, who has had a mass of experience with such cases. Florabel's a headline hunter. She's the gal who got hold of Mary Astor's diary and printed it during her trial. When Florabel gets a story she latches on like a bulldog and never lets go till it's wrapped up.
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