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Then, a few weeks ago, while in Hollywood on one of his numerous trips, the great publisher and the great star learned really to know each other. During the course of their visit together they discussed many things. And when the visit was over Mr. Macfadden's liking and admiration for Gable had increased materially — truly a man and a sportsman after his own heart. In Physical Culture for November, Bernarr Macfadden tells you all about his visit with Clark Gable and reveals the true reason for the Gable popularity. His article "Meet Mr. Gable" lives fully up to its title. When you have finished reading it you will feel almost as though you know Gable personally. Not only tremendously interesting but a deep and revealing character study, Bernarr Macfadden's analysis of the world's most popular male star will hold your absorbed attention from opening to closing line. ALSO READ American Girls are Different (International Marriage Problems) • Lovely to Look At (Beauty Culture) • It Takes Backbone to be Healthy (Women's Exercises by Helen Macfadden) • Little Old Lady (healthy, active and happy at 107) • Do Reducing Fads Cause Sterility? • 100,000 Pneumonia Victims Every Year • Perfect Teeth for Your Child • Diabetic — or Just Overweight? • I Refused to Go on Relief, and a score of other helpful articles, features, and departments in the November issue of the great personal problem magazine. Get your copy today and each month thereafter. An excellent habit to acquire. PHYSICAL CULTURE Big 40th Anniversary Number though thejy panned the show. It closed miserably in two and a half months but it left Maggie a new possession: reputation. She swaggered up to Silver Beach for the summer. Hank was there and after the first week of renewed love — after the first seven days of remembering — they drove madly to town and got a marriage license. The next day they quarreled bitterly over a minor matter, fumed at each other for a while, made it up, quarreled again — and thus the summer passed and the days cooled into September of 1931 and, alone as always, the Sullavan again stormed into New York, this time to star in "If Love Were All," which, if possible, was a worse play than any of the others. She was unhappy, not because of the fact that she seemed destined to work in one flop after another— after all, she was a critical standout in each and the money was pouring in — but because of an indefinable sense of loss and loneliness which was centered in the lanky boy she had left at Falmouth. He wrote her, finally, that the group would have its first winter season this year, and the news coincided, as if by direction of the fates, with the final curtain of the tired "If Love Were All." This time Maggie packed for Baltimore with her mind made up. OHE married Hank Fonda, finally, on Christmas day, while snow blew along the streets of Baltimore. She left him, sadly and with the utmost confusion of emotion, less than one year later — after a winter of breathless happiness, alive with color and beauty and laughter; after a summer of separation, while he was in summer stock and she stayed in New York for a number of plays; after a short autumn during which they discovered that the essential differences in temperament that had delayed their marriage so long now made it impossible for them to live together. On that last afternoon she stood, hatted and furred, at the door, looking at him. He sat staring silently at the rug. "Damn it," she said, her voice huskier than usual, "you can't say real things except in banalities. We've got to be friends, darling, like in the song." He looked up at her, and quickly down again. "Always, Peggy." She went out, slamming the door in a kind of impotent rage at events and at herself. New York towered around and above her, suffocating, merciless, brutal. She couldn't think and more than ever before in her life she wanted thought, clear, concise; to adjust in her mind this first colossal failure. There was a little time before her next play and she had plenty of money saved. Through the turmoil of anger and disappointment one persistent idea nagged at her; to go as far away as possible, to escape from the scene of the life she had built — and seen destroyed. It was the one sanity. Obeying it blindly, she bought a ticket for South America and sailed on the first boat. The first night out she escaped from the cabin stuffy with flowers and climbed to the highest point she could find on the forward deck. Before her stretched a rolling endlessness, glittering under the light sky; and the monotony of the seascape left her mind clear for personal consideration. The c ., proachful figures of her conve | Southern ancesters approached a ^ their say: "What silliness is this? l vulgar modern way to treat your » marriage vows? Shame! Shawn Fiercely her own mind made a 1 It couldn't work, we'd be misei^ Maybe it was right to stay in t* and roar and scream with boredo^, I wouldn't, and if it was right t with Hank and ruin both our live j I wilr be wrong and like it. C can't be wrong. . . . Night after alternate night — the she spent dancing furiously for with the gay young men she ha aboard — she went to the same high by the forward giant stac argued with herself, desperately to adjust to her new circumst rationalizing the fact that she h so great a thing as her marriage ruin. Once, long after midnij blasting thunderous sound deafem for a moment and after her heai stopped bounding about she re the ship was saluting another passing the other way. She cou its lights and the sleek white out' the hull across the dark water, For a moment, then, she thougl knew the answer. If she could b' that ship: detached, imperturable, l destination and a schedule, orgs and efficient and — untouchable, she never feel like this again. Maggie went down to sleep that with a new quiet in her heart. The long vacation did her good. ' she came back to Manhattan at la take a role in "Dinner at Eight," j and her broken marriage had lost of their power to hurt her. 0 HE came into the wings, after the* ond scene of the last act, still sm^ in character. A little scattering oil plause sounded in front, for her t The smile became a grin. Her maid beckoned* from the di.ing-room door. "Telephone," the; said with her lips. Maggie picked up the receiver 1 one hand and fumbled with an invof clasp with the other. "Hello," she :) "Los Angeles calling. . . ." "Put 'em on," said Maggie. But it was Hollywood calling. 1j had a picture called "Only Yeste^ They had seen her work on the stj had liked her. If she were interest) "No!" she said, tearing at the cla The voice was suddenly very bi "Twelve hundred and fifty — a w> And a contract. Two pictures a y New York and the stage in betw Have you thought it over?" Her hand was motionless on the cl Her long silence cost Hollywood a tie over six dollars. Then she said, "I — couldn't very \ refuse that much money, could I?" And it was the spring of 1933, Hank was gone and love was gone there was nothing — nothing whatevf to keep Maggie Sullavan in New Yi "All right," she said, "I'll come." Hollywood called her "difficult?' w she refused to play its game. But stormy, impetuous daughter of the So is one star it hasn't changed. Concl ing — The Story of Margaret Sullavt Rebellious Life — December Photopi * should you get December PHOTOPLAY? For one thing— She hi ♦A \ * a temper like a buzz saw; he has recreations she can't share, b Frances and Joel McCrea are Hollywood's happiest couple — Wh) WHAT MAKES LOVE TICK? by Lupton A. Wilkinst 82 PHOTOPL/