Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1931)

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Then there's Duke, the prize-winning Great Dane dog Clara brought to the ranch with her. And there's Diablo, a tiny spaniel puppy. While Rex was driving her from Hollywood to the ranch, they passed a boy on the road holding a sign advertising the pup for sale. Clara made Rex stop and buy it. First she called it Satan, but renamed it Diablo. [" IZARDS run wild on the ranch — even in-'-Jside the ranch house. They're friendly and what's more, they eat flies. Clara didn't like them at first, but she got used to them. After lunch, Clara and Rex usually drive the fifteen miles to Nipton, where the railroad brings the mail and the wires bring telegrams. There's where they get fresh vegetables and do their shopping for food. A trip usually takes a few hours, because Clara stops and demonstrates her rifle prowess. She and Rex always have their rifles along — Clara pops away at rabbits and buzzards and tin cans. Quite often, she supplies rabbits for supper. She wouldn't eat rabbits at first, but since she got to be good at shooting them, she joins in the feast. She and Rex hunt together, in the auto. That's Rex's tough luck, because he drives. When they sight a rabbit, by the time Rex stops, Clara has her rifle aimed and shoots the rabbit. The ride to Nipton, and hunting usually kill the ranch afternoon for Clara. Then comes supper — and usually, by eight o'clock it's bedtime. And that's the day for Clara! She varies it with the occasional visit to Searchlight, with Rex, for a whirl at poker. She hadn't attended the Searchlight dance yet, as this is written, but plans to go. Everybody comes from miles around and the old West spirit prevails. The dances never end until daylight — and with saloons wide open, and the rattle of chips and the shuffle of cards and the whir of gambling wheels and machines, it's like the wild West of decades ago. Searchlight folk don't pay much attention to Clara. She was interesting the first time she visited town, but after that, they'd seen her and she was just another gal. Now and then, some of the miners drive out to the Rex Bell ranch and perch atop a swinging gate a few hundred yards from the house, and stare silently at Clara. "Let 'em — they soon get tired of it and go away," is the Bell-Bow reaction. Clara says she likes it, up there at the ranch. "It's the first time in years that I've been able to be just myself. No people, so I don't have to act. When I feel rotten, I don't have to fake a smile and act as though I feel good. I don't have to be on dress parade. I can do as I please, look as I please. "I don't know what's going to happen to me, or what will become of roe. I'm Clara Bow, and I'm going to be Clara Bow, no matter what they want me to be. Nobody can ever again make me do what I don't want to do." It's swell, she insists, to be away from telephones and people. But she still gets her fan mail — has it all forwarded to her there at Nipton. She and Rex read it over together. And, of course, business butts in. The telegrams carry all sorts of business projects. But she doesn't bother. "I'm going to stay here and rest for six weeks or more, and I'm ignoring business until I'm ready." She turned down a $20,000a-week vaudeville offer. "I could never stand the seven shows a day," she said. She has picture offers aplenty, but is making no deals. "KNARRY? "Not for a long time, yet. Rex ■*• '-"-wants to make a name for himself first, in pictures," she says. Then she smiles at Rex. And he smiles back. And there seems to be a big secret behind that smile — you rather sense it. She is genuinely happy for the first time in her life. Why Carole Changed Her Mind I CONTINUED FROM PACE 55 ] must live as her work demanded; she couldn't travel when he wanted to travel except on rare occasions when the studio gave her a vacation. She couldn't go to their favorite diningcorner at the Ambassador on nights when she had lines to learn. And she must think of herself. She must not let anyone — not even one whom she adored — do her thinking for her. AND since the mountain would not come to Mahomet; Mahomet went to the mountain. Bill went to Carole. When she had to study lines, he studied them with her. When she wanted to stay home for an evening with her mother and her two brothers, he stayed home with her. When she didn't want to see him, he stayed away from her. He urged her career. "I want you to be the biggest star in the business. I will help you to be the biggest." Until finally he said to someone whom he loved and respected (I have promised not to use the name but it was someone close to both Bill and Carole), "I — something is happening to me. It is as though I were breaking down inside. I see life differently. I am different. I love Carole. I can think only of Carole." Bill Powell had forgotten himself. Love had worked its magic. And Carole? Carole was spoiled, too. A little. She was an independent little lady and yet, paradoxically, most dependent. She and her mother had slept in the same room, for example, for years. In the six years she had been in pictures, Carole had been away only three days from her mother. Then she had preceded her mother on a location trip; but mother had joined her later. She was the only sister of two brothers who had worshipped and spoiled her as is the way of grown brothers. And Carole had struggled. One picture with Edmund Lowe at Fox without any experience whatever. When the film was completed, she discovered her back was to the camera in most shots. She had not known about scene stealing and that Eddie was one of the best in the business. One year in the hospital immediately after that beginning. She did not know whether she would be able to walk again. A year when ambition assumed abnormal proportions. "If ever I get out of here, I'll make good! I'll not let any more men steal scenes from me!" Pathe! They announced her as a real potentiality. Then Constance Bennett arrived on the lot. People said they looked alike. Constance was a star. She couldn't have another of the same type on the lot. We can't blame Connie — but we can sympathize with Carole. She gritted her teeth, accepted her removal — waited. Paramount signed her. HER first genuine opportunity. Her head above the professional waters for the first time. And just when she was really learning accurate strokes for her swimming — Bill Powell stepped in and asked her to stop swimming altogether. No wonder her backbone tightened. She learned that Bill knew everything there was to know about movies; much that there