From August 1940:
Clark Gable’s such a successful farmer that his valley neighbors often drop by for advice on their alfalfa crops. Mrs. G. gets their wives into a huddle and begs them for “recipe counsel” . Seems that Clark, proud of his record-laying hens, likes the fruits of their labor used for his own table. “After you’ve fried, boiled, scrambled, baked and even eaten them raw,” Carole moans, “then what’s to do?” And don’t think she doesn’t slip them a dozen or two!