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He wears life like his old tweed coat,
JOTTEN always reminds me of Joe Cotten. I know ther man who could be supported by his bride withlosing her respect or his self-respect, -or both. But naged this. You’ve heard, of course, how he and met. Serving his acting apprenticeship with the ivjuauu Civic Theater, Joe was cast in a role that required him to play the piano. And he couldn’t play the piano. So backstage, Lenore — Lenore Kipp then — played the exquisite music that the audience believed Joe played onstage.
It didn’t take them long to discover they were meant for each other. I’m literal, not sentimental, when I say that. For still, over fifteen years later, they are inseparable and indissoluble. To speak of one without the other would never occur to me.
For a long time Joe’s career was, to say the least, uncertain. Sometimes he worked and sometimes he didn’t. Lenore, on the other hand, had the steady income of an editor of Harper’s Bazaar.
Joe never liked this set-up but he managed to be civilized about it most of the time. It was only when some disappointment grimmer than others came along that he let off masculine steam, that he expostulated, as he did one day: “My God, Lenore, I can’t live on you forever!”
Upon such occasions, Lenore, bless her, always was magnificently casual. “Darling,” she would say, “don’t worry! You’re going to be so rich you won’t even mind when I come to you for a new diamond necklace.
“We’re partners, Joe,” she would go on, not too seriously. “I’m not unselfish or noble or ( Continued on page 95)
High percentage in tweeds: Joseph Cotten of “Portrait of Jennie” Miehle
with a debonair charm and cosmopolitan air
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A tennis enthusiast, Joe relaxes between sets on the famed Cotten tennis courts
Joe and Lenore enjoy good cooking — are noted for their dinner parties