1942: What the Loss of Carole Lombard Means to Clark Gable
By Ruth Waterbury
Photoplay, April 1942
Gable was working on that fateful afternoon of January 16, 1942. He felt wonderful about it. He’d had five months lay-off since the production of “Honky Tonk,” the longest vacation he’d experienced since his first real click in 1931. It was swell to be back and he liked the new picture. It was called “Somewhere I’ll Find You.”
Gable had also, that afternoon, finished up his sixth day of separation from Carole Lombard, the longest time they two had parted since that flashing night in 1936 when they’d met at the white Mayfair call and had fallen hilariously in love. Now it was keen to be getting Carole back again. He had not known, until they went through that Monday-to-Friday stretch, how intensely he could miss her.
He was mighty proud of that vivid wife of his. She had been over in her hometown of Indianapolis, selling defense bonds for what she, typically, called “the best damned land there is.” And had she sold them! She’d hit the town in a blaze of glamour and nicked it for some $2,017,513 worth of patriotism.
Ever since the war began, he and Carole had been restless. Carole was really the family thinker. He was the natural doer and he’d had some lousy moments since the studio had told him that he simply could not enlist. He couldn’t talk about it generally. It looked like publicity stuff to let it be known how wild he was to get into service, so he had told the studio to shut up about it. They had had to do a lot of talking to dissuade him from joining up. Even when they had wished Lowell Mellett, out from Washington, on him and Mellett had said that Gable’s real job was to provide entertainment, to keep up morale by his comedy and his dame appeal, plus paying his gigantic taxes, he’d been only half-persuaded. Now Carole had scooped him on the bond-selling, but she’d also shown him the way he, too, could work for the government.
A publicity man stuck his head in at the Gable dressing room door.
“Ready to go to the airport?” he asked.
“And how!” Gable said. “Drive over with me, will you?”
The publicity man’s name was Larry Barbier and like everyone else at MGM, straight from the lowliest grip to Louis B. Mayer, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t delight in doing for Gable. So, of course, he went to the airport and, on arriving there, he suggested the star stay in his car until he, Barbier, found out just when the plane was to arrive.
Thus it was that Larry was the first person at MGM to sense the tragedy that had happened against the wild sides of Table Mountain in Nevada.
Not that the airport officials told the truth. They themselves didn’t know it then, but they were evasive about where the plane was, when it was due to come in. Larry knew something was wrong, so, stalling for time, he went outside again to Gable in the car.
“Plane had to make an unexpected stop in Las Vegas,” he said. “Looks like they’ll be at least an hour and half late. Why don’t you go out to the ranch and the moment I get any definite news about its arrival I’ll call you and you can hop right over.”
“Fine,” said Gable. “I’ll go home and work up a few more gags.”
That was already an old family custom with Clark and Carole. Whenever they were separated for even a day, they gave each other presents, strictly goofy ones, strictly for laughs, like the ham she had originally sent him when he was courting her, or the cast-iron, life-sized statue of himself he had sent her. Now he had every nook of the ranch house loaded with such nonsense gifts and he could fairly hear the hoots of robust laughter that she would yip forth at sight of them.
It was an hour later that Larry phoned him and told him to come over to the airport quick. Larry didn’t add that meantime he’d engaged a transport plane to fly to Nevada and that he’d rounded up Eddie Mannix, the vice-president of Metro, and Don McIlwaine, a Metro publicity man who just happened to be dining at the airport and that Howard Strickling, the MGM publicity head and one of Gable’s closest friends, was speeding toward the airport, too.
The most popular man in the movie world got gaily into his car and turned on his radio to a record station to listen to some nice sloppy, sentimental tunes, right in key with his mood. Carole, who didn’t go in for that sentimental slush, who in contrast to his fans and other women he had known didn’t visibly adore him but who called him “Pappy” or “Mr. G”, Carole would kid the pants off him about that. But he didn’t care. He drove up to the airport in a welter of sweet swing. As he drew in smartly to the curb the voice of an announcer cut sharply in. “We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important news announcement,” the voice said. “The transport plane bearing Carole Lombard and twenty-one others has been found. They are all believed dead.”
It was then that Gable paid one of the prices of fame, the inability to get even the most horrible news quietly and privately. He walked into the crowded airport that was sinisterly quiet. Hundreds of eyes hung on his haggard face, watched his every move. But he was unaware of them. He aged in that instant, aged incredibly, but all he said was, “Where’s the plane? When do we take off?”
Out on the runway, an agitated official was bustling about. Wartime regulations made a thousand new details necessary. “Gable must sign for the plane. Gable must sign for it,” the official kept insisting. Typically, he had never heard of Mannix, the million-dollar executive. Mannix tore the sheet from his hands and scrawled a signature. “This will be good for the price of the ship,” he said. He pushed Gable into the cabin of the plane and got in after him.
The plane taxied down the field, rose swiftly, while on the ground flags began fluttering frantically. Those were for Strickling who had just rushed through the gate, so the ship came down again and picked him up and then soared off again, that planeload of men and one woman, Mrs. Jilda Winkler, the wife of Otto Winkler, who was not only Gable’s press agent but a very dear friend.
It was not until the moment when the men sought to comfort the sobbing Jilda that they realized Gable’s double loss. Otto had been Clark’s pal. He had always been with him in everything. It was Otto who had been with Carole and Clark when they eloped in Kingman, Arizona, in March, 1939. Otto was Clark’s “front man”, his “other brain,” the one person who could most have helped him now.
But Otto was gone, too. He had been with Carole because Clark had sent him along on the Indianapolis trip to take care of her and protect her. Now Clark moved over to Jill and sat close to her, letting her sob her grief out against him. But he said nothing. The MGM crew in the background stayed silent. They knew that characteristic in him. Whenever anything bothers him, he becomes completely mute, and this was the most fearful thing he had ever had to face.
Two hours later they were in Las Vegas. Gable spoke then. “How do we get up to that mountain?”
They tried to dissuade him. They told him how the cactus-studded slopes of Table Mountain, strewn with boulders, sheer ridges and snowdrifts, was an almost impossible climb even for experienced Indian guides and hardened trackers. They told him how one tracker had already come back, the shoes torn from his feet by the rough wilderness. For an hour or so, while they told him there was still some hope, they persuaded him to wait in the Rancho Vegas for news.
Rancho Vegas is one of the gayest hotels on earth, a glittering, gambling casino sprawled in defiant luxury against the sterile desert. It’s like the setting of many a Gable film, of “Honky Tonk” particularly, but now it was chosen because of its nearness to the scene of the tragedy. They managed to hold Gable down there for nearly an hour, but then he revolted. “If those Indians can go on horseback and on foot, I can go on horseback and on foot,” he said and he went out and joined them.
It wasn’t until then that the MGM crowd, who all worshipped him, realized the triple loss Clark has suffered, the loss of the only mother he had ever known, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Elizabeth Peters, who had also been with Carole.
They did not abandon hope even when Friday night was gone and the cold, clear dawn of Saturday fell bright upon the desert. They toiled on through that impossible wilderness and the hours waxed and it was noon and still they climbed up and up and their hope flamed above their heartsick certainty. They went on until they began to see pitiful bits of wreckage of the plane scattered about them and then a merciful official stopped them. Just a little farther on, he said, were the bodies of fifteen brave young pilots who were en route West for war duty, and Otto Winkler, and Mrs. Elizabeth Peters and the ship’s pilots, and the stewardess and the gay young wife of an Army officer who had been speeding to his side, and Carole. You see, being wartime, you either had to be in the service or have an awful lot of drag to get on that plane. Somewhere, ahead, they were all lying, mingled in death, mingled in heroism, but the dearly beloved features that each of them had possessed were lost now to all save memory.
It was only then that Gable could be made to turn back. And then it was that his devoted friends knew the absolute devastation of his loss. For of course, being as devoted to him as they are, they all knew the story that up until now could not be told.
This was that, behind all their laughter, all their glorious love and warm compatibility, behind all their fame and wealth and the trips they had together and the sports they shared, Clark and Carole had one tragedy and one fear. They wanted children and they were denied them and they both worried about Carole’s increasingly frail health.
People told them to adopt a child, but they shook off that suggestion impatiently. They wanted their own. They couldn’t help knowing what a beautiful, amazing pair they were and they wanted their own youngsters to carry on those super-luxurious, super-sharp, super-glamorous characteristics. For this reason Carole went to doctor after doctor, tagged along when Clark had to go to Johns Hopkins for an operation for his shoulder and herself went under observation.
The sadness that many a queen of old experienced hung over the bright spirit of this golden queen of a modern world. With her whole passionate soul, Carole hoped for the maternity she could not know. Perhaps that was why Carole always laughed so much, laughed to hide this deep sorrow of hers. Perhaps it was why, in the last few years, she had sought for deeper meanings in her films, even essayed tragedy in “Vigil in the Night” and “They Knew What They Wanted.” The last couple of years she had taken the most faithful care of her health, but it had not improved. Always precarious, it was made more delicate by the continual recurrence of one of those persistent fevers travelers frequently pick up in Mexico and which Carole had contracted when down there on a hunting trip with Clark.
Motherhood was the only thing she had ever wanted in her thrill-packed thirty-two years that was denied her. She got her way about everything else. She even got about returning to Hollywood by plane.
Otto Winkler tried to talk her out of it, begging her to go by train. She finally tossed a coin with him and Otto lost. Her mother tried to talk her out of it. Otto had offered good sound reasons against flying in winter; her mother had admitted she was merely superstitious. She had good reason to be, for on Monday, the day they had left Hollywood, she and Carole had decided to call upon a fortuneteller they often consulted, just for the fun of it.
The psychic read Mrs. Peters’ hand, then read Carole’s. She shook her head. “Keep out of planes in 1942,” she ordered. “There is danger in them for you.”
On January 15 in Indianapolis, eager to get home, Carole never thought of that remark.
The memory of it, however, haunts Gable. When, finally, Saturday and Sunday he had to accept his heart’s devastation, he shut himself up alone in his hotel bungalow. Spencer Tracy drove out the three hundred miles from Hollywood to try to comfort him. A doctor stood by wanting to prescribe sleeping tablets. The entire MGM group stayed close, wanting desperately to do anything from working miracles merely to getting meals for him. But Gable stayed alone, appearing only once in a long while, on the bungalow porch, striding grimly back and forth. To all the solicitous attentions, he had only one answer. “I don’t want to go back to an empty house in Encino. If I had gone with Carole on this trip all this might have been avoided.”
Even when the broken bodies were finally brought down from the mountain, he could hardly be persuaded to leave. It was not until the following Wednesday at the burial service for his wife and his mother-by-marriage and his dear friend that he finally seemed able to gain some strength and courage to go on with life from the very heroism of Carole’s death.
It was only then that he comprehended the shrine in the world’s memory that she will forever occupy, this laughing tomboy, this Sennett bathing beauty who rose to make the highest salary any girl star ever earned, who married and divorced Bill Powell and then married the most sought-after man on earth, this girl who, through death, became the first heroine of the Second World War. She was all flame and passion and generosity, this Lombard girl, and she died as she had lived, gallantly, heroically, doing her duty by her country.
Meanwhile the Encino house is up for sale. Jessie, the cook whom Carole had had for years, Miss Garceau, the secretary, are devastated. The little gag presents have all been destroyed and even the very horses in their stalls and the hand-groomed cows and the cackling chickens seem to sense that desolation has enveloped them.
Shooting on “Somewhere I’ll Find You” has been suspended indefinitely.
At MGM and in Hollywood you will find those who say there will be no tying Clark down to acting now, that he will insist upon going into direct war service. In Hollywood they are talking about “The Carole Lombard Memorial Bond Drive” and some argue that Gable will go on tour, selling bonds in her name.
But the other half of Hollywood, those who know Clark best, argue that he will do both, war work and his own work, and I, personally, side with them.
Clark has long been very aware of his duty to his public and in this loss he will be doubly conscious of the loss in millions of homes today. He will be conscious that that one plane, which destroyed his heart’s security and rent asunder twenty-one other families, is only one small incident in days that are darkened with the memory of Pearl Harbor, and Manila, and the siege of Singapore and the blood on the snows of Russia.
Clark Gable has in him the power to make people forget these things for a little while. That is his responsibility—and his cure.
He will, I am convinced, go on with it after a little while, go on with his handsome head held high and with Carole’s beautiful, heroic image locked within his heart. And may God bless him and keep him while he walks this lonely road.
Editor’s Note:
When Carole Lombard met ghastly and sudden death on a mountaintop in Nevada, millions of us thought “Another brave American solider has died.”
Everyone knew that Carole Lombard had taken the trip to sell two million dollars’ worth of defense bonds to us.
Psychologists say that the way to give value to our emotions is to turn them into action. All of us who felt sincerely sorrowful about Carole Lombard should now turn that emotion into an action for which she died: the purchase of United States Defense Bonds. We can write a worthy epitaph if millions more of us go immediately to our post offices and banks to buy as many stamps or bonds as we can afford—in memory of Carole Lombard
—Ernest V. Heyn, Executive Editor
42 Comments
Carolyn Medina
I have a correction to make, The name of the surviving wife of Otto Winkler is incorrect. She was
my aunt and her name was JILL not Jilda Winkler. Before her death several years ago, she presented
to me a set of beautiful Spode dishes which were given to her and Otto as a wedding gift from Clark
and Carol. The couple was present when my Aunt Jill and Uncle Otto were married. I often wished
that my aunt and Clark would be a couple after their loss and then I could have called him my
Uncle Clark Gable, but she explained that he was too much of a womanizer for her.
admin
Carolyn, thank you so much for your comment! The article was written in 1942 and I just type out verbatim what is written and often they have incorrect information. I would love to email you a few questions I’ve always had about Jill. If you’d be willing to answer!
Kimberly
Great story and comment!
Margot Malkin
How many people know that both Carole and her mother were devoted members of the BAHÁ’Í FAITH. Her photograph and a short biography are found in The Bahá’í World -Vol. XIII – 1940-1944. Pg.635. She was a second generation Bahá’í, and had received a Tablet from ‘Abdu’l-Bahá Who assured her of His prayers for her success. Her closest Bahá’í friend, Mrs. Beulah Storrs Lewis writes, “Carole never failed to give credi to her Lord… This Carole few people knew.
Following her registration as a member of this world religion by the Local Spiritual Assembly of the Bahá’ís of Los Angeles in April 1938, she stated to a friend: “I have acted many parts, I have been in many plays, but this is the greatest act of my life, this is why I was born”.
Carol
I read in Fireball, that Otto had a dream Sunday before the trip & woke up sweating & screaming & told Jill he dreamt he’d die if he was on a plane. It was the Sundat before the trip.
I bought Screwball hardcover biography of Carole that is supposed to be the most accurate book about Carole. I haven’t gotten very far yet.
I have Kindle version of Fireball & Martzen has sources for each chapter, but I am not familiar with Kindle & this is first book I’ve bought & read on my iPad. I’m sure there is a way to search but I honestly do not know how.
I’ll update this comment if I read about Otto dream in that book too.
Lucia Finley
Beulah Storrs Lewis was my great-aunt. She was an actress in early silent films, and joined the Baha’i faith in 1919, becoming a prominent lecturer and missionary for the faith. She was Carole Lombard’s elocution teacher, and became her close personal friend. Although Carole attended classes in the Baha’i faith with her mother, while still a child, it was Beulah who convinced her, in 1938, to join the Baha’i faith.
Mike Matlock
One other correction as well……their honeymoon was in Oatman Arizona, not Kingman.
Vivien
Although I am sure Clark loved his mother-in-law, Mrs. Peters, she was not his only “mother” figure. Although his real mother died when he was an infant, Clark was very close to his step-mother, Jennie Dunlap Gable.
Thanks for a great post.
Carolyn Hall
My father’s first wife was a second for Carole Lombard. He told me she so closely resembled Carole that she could be photographed within ten feet of the camera. Her name was, I believe, Margaret Strand. Does anyone know of or heard of her? I wonder if there is any info out there on Hollywood seconds or doubles??
admin
They actually never honeymooned in Oatman, that whole thing is a lie. They went straight home after the wedding.
Jackie
I always heard they were married at Tahoe, came down the hill and spent their honeymoon night at the Minden Inn.
admin
Clark and his fifth wife, Kay Williams, were married in Minden, Nevada in 1955.
Clark and Carole were married in Kingman, Arizona.
Christopher Pike
From a reading of Robert Madsen’s Fireball I don’t think he documents an announcement at the airport per “As he drew in smartly to the curb the voice of an announcer cut sharply in. “We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important news announcement,” the voice said. “The transport plane bearing Carole Lombard and twenty-one others has been found. They are all believed dead.”
Madsen writes that word about the plane was sketchy and that the press hadn’t been informed. Please clarify, since I don’t believe that announcement occurred while Gable was arriving at the airport.
Diana
I was reading this article while researching the year of Carole’s death. My grandparents, Louis and Bertine Mongreig, were on a cruise with Clark Gable and I was curious if it was before or after Carole’s death.
Diana
I need to review the photos (some of Mr Gable) to see if the year is printed on them.
admin
Cruise to where? Most of his cruises were after Carole’s death. He traveled a lot in the 40’s and 50’s.
DOOBIE
CAROL RULE!!!! IM A VETERAN AND I LOVE TO HAVE A FELLOW AMERICAN VETERAN AS ARE CAROL AND CLARK….TOO YOU TOO I SALUTE!!!
Chrissy
Did Jill Winkler ever remarry and have any children?
admin
She did remarry. Her name in later documents was Jill Winkler Rath. I am not sure if she had children.
Mimi
If their honeymoon was not in Oatman, then they visited there? Because the town has them listed as part of (or there only:) claim to fame.
Thanks for info!
admin
It’s possible they maybe blew through town on a hunting trip or something, but I think the whole thing is a complete farce. I have no idea how or why it even started.
Robert Barker
I live in Las Vegas. A friend I worked with mentioned something about the 1/16/42 crash. I became very intrigued with the story. Being a historian, I bought the book “Fireball” and have read it twice. I have always been a Clark Gable fan. A movie came out many years ago called Gable and Lombard starring James Brolin and Jill Clayburn. I wish I could find a copy of movie. Carol Lombard was a pretty woman and I bet full of a lot of fun in life. I look forward to viewing more of her movies.
Andrea
Margot i never heard that. My grandmother Dorothy Peters Chew was her cousin. And my grandmother was a Christian. Similar to The church of Christ.
Lori Michelle ELLIOTT
Great read. So sad!
Lori Michelle ELLIOTT
Did Clark ever re-marry?
Kelley S.
Actually Carole’s home town was Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Christine
I am still crying reading this. I always loved Clark Gable. I was born in 1950 so the first time I saw him was in Gone With The Wind when I was very young. But through the years I developed a huge crush on him and one day I read his story and what happened to his wife. I had no idea. The sadness from him was overwhelming. I could see in his movies after 1942 that the light had gone out of his eyes. I am sure that he felt the door close at that time. I wish they all had heeded all the hints that a plane would not survive. It makes me realize that when I have a strong feeling of danger, I need to think twice about it. One time I had that feeling. My husband and I were going for a drive and all of a sudden, in my mind I could literally feel and hear crashes and screaming coming from the freeway. It really scared me so unlike me I asked Don to turn around and go home. The very moment we would have been on that freeway, there was a huge pile up where dozens of people died and many others were seriously injured. I believe God or an angel saved us. We need to all listen to warnings.
admin
Yes, twice more. In 1948, which ended in divorce after about two years. Again in 1955, she was widowed when he died in 1960.
Vince
Fascinating story !
Virginia Gobetz
Every Jan.16th I think of Carole Lombard.I have read many books about her and I think she would feel very comfortable in today’s way of life.She was natural,intelligent,sympathetic the kind of person we all would like to be.The movie “Gable&Lombard” starring Jill Clayborne was an abomination.It was so awful that I wish they would rewrite and remake it.In this case the true love story and tragedy of her death would be a wonderful testimonial to two outstanding personalities of the twentieth century.
L R Ronnow
I had read that he was having an affair with Joan Crawford while Carol was gone on the bond drive. His grief was compounded by guilt. Any truth to this or just heresay?
DMGAdmin
No that is not true. Clark and Joan had an affair in the early 1930’s. There is a long persistent rumor than he was having an affair with Lana Turner around the time of Carole’s death but there isn’t any legitimate proof of that.
Ivan Juric
Just curious to know if Carole Lombard’s brother has descendents.
DMGAdmin
I know her one brother did have a son. So Carole has a nephew around somewhere. He was born before she died.
Michael Richard Laman
Carole Lombard was kind to everyone she worked with in the studios. Robert Stack in his autobiography told how she helped him when he began his acting career in films. His book has some wonderful photos of her with him done during a photo shoot. He was very intimidated by her, but she quickly put him at ease. Stars rarely if ever do this for people starting out in the business. I’m thankful he shared this story in his book. The title is Straight Shooting I believe. Carole was one of a kind, and she’ll always be missed. I often wonder how many more great films she would have made had she lived. She was only 33.
Ilya
Great article! Thank you for sharing it.
Question: Pioneer Saloon in Goodsprings, NV claims that “ This is the saloon that Clark Gable drank in after he received word of the death of his beautiful wife, Carole Lombard.”
Do you have any information that it could be true? Thank you
Jennifer
It would be wonderful if Carolyn Medina could share more of her Aunt Jills memories with us.
Donald
God bless mr. Gable and ms. Lombard. Best of the best. I will forever love their entertainment and their passions. The world is not a better place without them. All that is left is celluloid.
Jodi
“I don’t understand the prevailing expressed emotion that CL & CG were made for one another.”
I’ll try and help, and you don’t have to be American to understand.
That the couple went through the very human process of failed relationships before finding one another doesn’t negate what a wonderful, happy pair they made and how well their personalities complemented. They each made mistakes, but with each other they finally were able to be their natural selves and enjoy the happiness of total acceptance by one’s partner.
The couples people say were “made for one other” don’t have to be perfect themselves and have demonstrated perfect behavior with every past encounter. They travel the same rough road as everyone else.
Jana
Well said Jodi, you explained it perfectly. Bravo.
Cindy Reid
Fell in love with Clark Gable after Gone with the Wind. Read all that I can about him. Always thought how tragic it was the love of him and Carole !!
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