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I'M a Gay
— Eugene Robert Richee Divorce, with its freedown and independence, is a swell idea, says Carole Lombard, but it never works out!
—Russell Ball
Carole Lombard misses now the protection William Powell gave her as her husband
IT Has Been A Little over a year now that I ceased being Mrs. William Powell and became Carole Lombard again.
In other words, for about thirteen months I have been supposedly as "free," "gay," and as "carefree" as only a Hollywood divorcee is cracked up to be. I have repeatedly stated I do not believe the average professional marriage in Hollywood can be a success. I haven't changed my mind. I still think Bill and I are better friends now because of our separation than we would have been in spite of our marriage. With our temperamental differences divorce was the only logical step for us. But speaking from months of experience I am not at all convinced that the life of a Hollywood divorcee is all it is publicized to be!
Women are funny creatures. Movie stars are even funnier. I suppose there is really no perfect state for a woman with a Hollywood career. Perhaps that is the reason why so many women stars try marriage . . . and finding it fails, try divorce . . . and finding that fails, try marriage again . . . and so on through several marital interludes. Speaking for myself, I have not reached the point where I would even consider another flyer into matrimony . . . but I am going to be very frank:
There are many delightful moments of companionship
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and sociability and good old-fashioned protection that I miss from marriage. And there are many supposedly exciting moments from my short life as a divorcee which I find boring and annoying.
• I suppose the fans have decided from the number of divorces in Hollywood, and the gala way they are conducted, that the legally free movie star tosses her hat in the air the minute her lawyer puts her interlocutory decree in her hands and says (at least, inwardly) : "I am free! My life is my own again. I can come and go as I please ..."
It is a swell idea if it would work. It doesn't!
The truth is, I had more actual freedom from gossip, from gossip writers and from kindly meaning friends when Bill and I were married than I have enjoyed for one moment as Carole Lombard ex-Powell. When I was married I frequently dined with friends when Bill was working nights at the studio, and perhaps there would be an extra man along. No one thought much about it. But let me dine now with the same friends and an unattached male in the party, and the next day I am surprised (and no doubt he is, too) to read we are the newest Hollywood love affair!
As Mrs. William Powell I could send an innocent wire of
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