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It was live and learn for Bob, who lost —
but luck and the lady decided to listen
BY BOB HUTTON
I’M the luckiest guy in the world and I could have been the unluckiest. I made blunders that almost cost me my future happiness but fate, for some reason, gave me another deal. I’m married to the girl I love and I still can’t believe my good fortune. It isn’t every guy who gets another chance. I did. But that’s the kind of girl Cleatus is. Mrs. Robert Hutton now.
I first saw her one afternoon at the Santa Anita race track. It was one of those clear, clean days when California seems one huge Technicolor set. Girls in their bright sport dresses gave everything a festive air. Even the horses were running in my favor. I stood talking to some friends between races when suddenly I saw her sitting at another table in the clubhouse with Mrs. Van Heflin. That’s the most beautiful girl I ever saw, I thought to myself and went over to speak to Frances Heflin who introduced me to “Mrs. Murray.”
It was the next morning I saw her picture in the papers and realized she was Cleatus Caldwell — wife of actor Ken Murray. It seemed a coincidence that her divorce from Ken and mine from my ex-wife Natalie were both granted that day.
Three weeks passed before I saw her again. She was sitting with some mutual friends at Mocambo and I went over and asked her to dance. We had a dinner date the following night and practically every night after. I fell in love with her almost at once. She was the realest, most sincere person I’d met in a long time and it was a constant source of amazement to me how any girl in Hollywood could be so beautiful and so unselfcentered. So many girls here are interested only in their careers and themselves. They don’t have time to listen to what anyone else has to say.
But Cleatus was different. ( Continued on page 98)
Bob met Lana — who was friendly and gracious