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How I Saved My Marriage (Continued from page 21) anything but work. The studio had decided to make me a glamour girl, and they went about it with a grim intensity that floored me at first. Herb and I had agreed to keep our marriage a secret because it was understood the public preferred its heroines to be single. I didn't like the idea but everyone insisted. The dangers my marriage must face started with that, however. Part of the glamour build-up was romance, and when the press could find nothing definite they made it up. I was eternally on the phone to Chicago apologizing to Herb for things that had never happened. He was sweet and understanding about the whole thing, but I realized I couldn't ask him to keep that attitude forever. Here was the first test of my ability to save my marriage. Was I strong enough to take a chance with my career, just as it was starting? Did I dare oppose the studio and everyone else in Hollywood just to save a little unpleasantness between Herb and myself? I remembered my decision: If any sacrifices were to be made, I would make them. I announced my marriage. Now, I thought. That will stop them. They'll lay off now. Uf course, the attack was merely shifted. Whereas before it was "Lamour was seen with Thus-and-Who. Will this romance lead to marriage?"' the theme was now: "Lamour and What's-HisName are going around town. Reports are that she will soon seek a divorce from husband Herbie Kay." He and I talked it over one night at Catalina when he had an engagement there last summer. "I don't know that it's worth it," I said then. "Just these few days together have made me realize I'd rather be with you now than be the biggest star in the industry. And I'd rather live in a shanty than let my career be the cause of a crack-up between us." "Maybe you'd better give it up," Herb told me. "We'd be happier together." That was a mad mood. In a moment it was over and we were discussing ways and means intelligently. "I can't stay home every night," I said, "and you don't want me to. There are things I have to do, previews to go to, parties I should attend for political reasons. But every time I go out with a friend, you read in the next morning's paper an implication that I've been unfaithful to you. I'll tell you what — each night, when I'm getting ready to go out, I'll dress half an hour early and then I'll sit down and write you an outline of what I plan to do that evening. Where I'm going, with whom, what I'm wearing, how late I expect to stay out. Sometimes I'll just be going to a party or a night club for fun, and sometimes it'll be business. But, anyway, when some busybody or the papers report to you later you can always stall them by saying that you know all about it." "Good idea," Herb said. "I'll do the same." We sat for a while in silence, thinking. Somehow I couldn't get back to my cheerful mood about the situation; it seemed bleak and a little hopeless. "It's that the future we plan is so intangible," I said suddenly. "We know it's going to be swell, but we can't dream of it in any terms of reality. It's all hazy." "Then we'd better start making it real as soon as we can. Where do you want to live? Personally, I think this California is the land of the gods." "I've fallen in love with it myself." "So we'll build our house here. Immediately. We'll start it as soon as we can get the plans together — up in the hills somewhere, with a view and crickets at night." "I'll spend every free minute on it!" I yelled excitedy. "I'll take a vacation— " "Hey," Herb interrupted, looking solemn. "You be careful. I'll not have you blasting that career just because of a moment of enthusiasm. We've plenty of time." "We've no time." He didn't protest any more. He knew I was right. I HAT was a year ago. Our house is finished now, completely, and already it represents home to me. Thus, in the coming years while I continue to work in Hollywood and Herb continues to play in Eastern hotels, both of us will have at least the foundation for our future. I can keep my house and that will content me. Herb will always have the consciousness of a home and family that belong to him, even though they may be living far across a continent. He will be able to spend more time in California. Carefully he is building a reputation here so that, in season, he can make engagements to appear in good clubs and live at home. We have both kept faithfully our promise to write details of our evenings to each other before garbled stories can appear. We have, I think, saved our marriage by intelligent and honest thinking, in the face of pretty big odds. The course I've taken must be right, because my career is still sound when everyone predicted my actions would ruin it, and because Herb and I are as happy as it's possible to be under the circumstances. It's still true that if anything — anything at all — turns up that looks dangerous to the thing Herb and I have, I'll leave the screen before I'll let it destroy my marriage. WHOSE SHOES? Here are the answers to the roto spread found on pages 44 and 45: 1. Eleanor Powell 6. Charlie Chaplin 2. Charlie McCarthy 7. Greta Garbo 3. Jane Withers 8. Vera Zorina 4. Gene Autry 9. Clark Gable 5. Adolphe Menjou 10. Deanna Durbin 1 1. J oan Cr awford PHOTOPLAY