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BY
CAROLINE SOMERS HOYT
CHANGED FIVE YEARS ?
glamor for dowdiness, poise temperament-and you can, too
the public to demand him, proclaiming him a really great success.
It is not hard to see how this would baffle, bewilder and embitter a man even better emotionally balanced than Gable. It did embitter him. Instead of being thrilled with his triumph and grateful that it had come at last he shouted, "Damn all producers ! They're fools. For years I've been begging for parts. They said I wasn't good enough to be an extra. And now I'm a success. But it wasn't the 'smart' producers who had sense enough to realize I had it in me. It was the public I have to thank. The producers can't take any credit. They didn't do anything for me. I am still the man I was when they were turning me off the lots. Stupid idiots!"
HpHUS he spoke — out of his bitterness caused by those
years of unutterable defeat. "I won't let success go to my .head," he swore at that time. "I'll just keep on cursing producers."
But, as you can see, success had already gone to his head It didn't make him ritzy. It didn't let him buy big houses and flashy cars. But success, coming so late, made him hard and rebellious, out for all he could get while the getting was good.
The producers smiled — they had dealt with such aft attitude before — and shoved Clark into n upon role. "Sure," he said, "they're making money on me and making it fast."
He even walked out on a couple of parts, demanded more money and bid fare to become one of Hollywood's most troublesome rebels. But before he gave any serious trouble, a great humility settled, upon him. The bitter Gable then turned meek! (Continued on page 103)