Modern Screen (Feb - Oct 1933 (assorted issues))

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Modern Screen Friendly Divorce (Continued from page 39) papers carry the story of our separation." Sally's and Hoot's story is amazing, really. Coincidence shapes the pattern in a fantastic way. If any novelist presumed to call upon coincidence half as much he would be laughed at. Their reconciliation was announced long before it actually took place. Sally knew that Hoot was about to appear in court to ask the entire custody of little Lois. She felt he'd have a better chance of getting this custody if it was believed they had patched up their differences. Courts like to think a little girl ten years old will have a woman's care. And the devotion existing between Sally and Lois was well known. So Sally talked to the reporters and they drew the conclusions she meant them to draw and newspapers all over the country carried stories to the effect that Sally Eilers and Hoot Gibson were reconciled. But they weren't. They weren't at all. Then Sally's mother and father were hurt in an automobile accident. Frantic, Sally called Hoot and asked him to take her to them. He did. He waited for her. Then he drove her home again. By home I mean to the Beverly Hills house which she had bought her parents and which she was still sharing with them. About to enter her room that afternoon she was greeted by a drunken cook brandishing a carving knife. She flew inside, locked the door, waited until Hoot had time to reach his house, and then telephoned him. Hoot, she knew, would manage things without any of the publicity which would have been so extremely undesirable at this time. He came back at a lawless speed and had the cook taken away. Then he gathered a badly frightened, very willing little Sally into his arms. And when Mr. and Mrs. Eilers returned from the hospital they had the Beverly Hills house to themselves again. The reconciliation the newspapers had announced as happening weeks before really had taken place. I'M glad we tried it again," Sally told me. "Otherwise we always would have felt we had made a mistake. I know I'd always have believed it might have worked, and probably shed many regretful, sentimental tears. "Now I know and now Hooter knows that we simply aren't gauged for marriage. We didn't get on better. On the contrary . . . "It takes me a month to make my pictures. Hooter makes his in about eight days. Naturally he has more time for pleasure than I have. Often when he'd want to go places or have company I'd be fit for nothing but bed . . . "Besides I'm no longer the carefree 'hey, hey' girl Hooter married. It's enough to sober any girl to watch the man she loves lose as much as I've watched Hooter lose. Thousands of men have had bad times in the last few years. I realize that. But Hooter's had more than his share of bad luck. Unless you're a fool you can't go on thinking everything is hotsy totsy when a hundred things are falling to pieces all around you. "I felt responsibility for Lois, too. "And I'm far more interested and ambitious for my career than I used to be. "There are, I expect, some wiser, more adjustable people who might have managed our marriage and gotten happiness out of it. We haven't. And it hasn't been for want of trying on either side. "To go on trying would soon destroy the friendship we've so far managed to salvage. For we've reached that horrible, impossible state where we literally sit back waiting for the other to say or do the wrong thing." SHE was silent for a few minutes, her eyes focused on the foothills far beyond the window. Then she said quietly, a little gratefully, too, I thought . . . "The other morning after we'd seen each other at a party, Hooter telephoned me at two a. m. He wanted to ask my advice about a decision he must reach early that same morning. We talked warmly, friendly. I told him quite honestly what I thought about it." "And then ..." I prompted. Watching Sally sitting there before me, so very young, so frankly fond of her Hooter, I wanted to determine if she was serious about going through with this divorce business. ". . . And then, after you had said good-night and hung up the receiver how did you feel ? Blue ? A little lonely?" "No," she said. "You don't know, you see, what very difficult times Hooter and I have managed to work up for ourselves. No, I wasn't blue and lonely. I turned over and went to sleep thinking how. much better it was this way." She convinced me. I think she would have convinced you, too. I've known Sally for a long time. I remember her during her last visit to New York when she bought the dress that precipitated everything. And I've never known her voice to be so steady and confident. I've never known her eyes to be so steady and level. Undoubtedly Sally and Hoot have reached a wise, calm understanding. 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