Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1944)

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they’ve set. The men we know personally, the men in everyday life, can touch onljj a few people by their success or failure, but a man like Clark Gable touches millions. When Captain Gable arrived back from the European theater of war, I got to thinking about all these things, and about how much I, personally, owed to Captain Gable. How much my sons owed to him for his kindness and friendship over the years but above all for the fact that when the war came he set so clear and simple an example. When Clark first became an intimate friend in my household, the boys were youngsters. Of course they still seem youngsters to me, and the years have actually been few, but in those days they were skinny A man who has measured up: Clark Gable, Captain In the United States Air Force kids, full of their own affairs and keen on the movies. I remember one night in my house at Malibu when Clark Gable and I were sitting in front of a driftwood fire, talking over life in general. Clark was a little bewildered because try as he might he never could make it all as complex as the Thinkers did. His mind was always as direct and worth while as a plow furrow. While we talked we kept hearing noises offstage, whisperings, smothered giggles, bumps and bangs, and the swinging door kept moving in a strange, ghostly fashion. “Is this house haunted?” Clark said finally, and at that exact moment the door swung wide and a tangle of arms and legs precipitated themselves into the room, accompanied by squeals and protescs, and we found that my son Bill and half the boys on the beach had been listening outside the door and peeking through the crack for a glimpse of their idol. Sheepish and a little apprehensive as to what Mom might have to say, they managed to get unwound and on their feet, their young eyes riveted on Gable. Nobody ever had a nicer laugh p than Clark’s. It filled the room. He m said, “Hey, why don’t you fellows m come on in and say hello? You’ll bust something that way.”