clark gable

From February 1938:

Tailors of the nation cast a practiced eye over some of America’s celebrities Tuesday and measured up 10 men, including President Roosevelt, for sartorial honors.

The President took top ranking among wearers of double-breasted dinner jackets. 

Clark Gable, the actor, won for appearing best dressed in sports clothes. “Men and women both think so,” said the national conference of the merchant tailor designers association, meeting here with 600 delegates from all parts of the United States and Canada. 

 

clark gable

From March 1941:

Clark Gable’s still kicking

That regularly recurring report of Clark Gable’s death was going the rounds again this week; the rumor originated in Georgia this time and had the star smashed to smithereens in an automobile accident. As usual, a studio executive had to go through the red-tape ceremony of going over to Gable’s set and asking him whether he was dead or alive.

 

clark gable 1931

Here we have an article featuring new star Clark Gable, comparing him to belated silent star Rudolph Valentino, whose untimely death just a few years earlier was still fresh on everyone’s minds.

Once in a lifetime—and maybe twice—there flashes across the screen a man with the power to make all women feel that they are in danger. Such danger as all women prefer to peaceful safety.

Once—and perhaps twice—we see a man who, when he kisses the heroine on the screen, kisses you—and you—and me. A man with an earthy quality—call it romance, call it glamour, call it sex. No matter what you call it, there it is, compelling and irresistible.

Such a man was Valentino.

And such a loss was his that no one—not Ronald Colman, nor John Gilbert, nor Clive Brook nor any other man—has been able to atone for that loss.

Valentino’s death is, to-day, the grief it was yesterday. He was every woman’s lover. He was every woman’s dream of that romantic secret life never yielded her—save in him. He was every husband’s and every lover’s phantom rival. He made lonely woman glow and love again. He gave color and flame and mystery to the feminine world.

No man is like another man. No emotion is ever the same as another emotion. But a similar effect may be produced.

Clark Gable is not Valentino’s successor, not his rival, not even his counterpart—but he is a man who will give you the nameless thing that Valentino gave you.

He will make you dream again. He will evoke the flames of desire. He will quicken your veins with the same sensuous fever that Valentino gave you—and left you the poorer when he took it away.

Everywhere, here in Hollywood, where women gather, you hear the name of Clark Gable. Everywhere men as well as women are calling him “the biggest sensation the screen has known in years.” And everywhere you hear: “Doesn’t he remind you a little of—Valentino?” I give you my word that I have heard two hundred Hollywood women, in groups and individually, say that same thing to me and to each other.

Ok yes, this is a hokey article. It seems rather silly to me to compare Gable to Valentino—-they had very different screen presences. In fact, many heralded that Gable was a new kind of leading man–the burly everyman–as opposed to Valentino’s old world silky smooth Romeo type.

[Clark] laughed when I asked him if he felt himself to be the dangerous, thrilling individual he is on the screen. He just threw back his head and laughed. He laughs a lot. You suspect that his laughter masks embarrassment and uncertainty—uncertainty of just how serious you may be when you talk to him of his potentially brilliant future.

He claims he doesn’t want to have a great roll of money. I really believe that he doesn’t, too. He says, “If I reach the spot you are telling me about, I know what I’ll do—I’ll back out gracefully. I don’t want money, not a great deal of it. I don’t want things. I’m not that type of person at all. I wouldn’t be happy living as some of the stars out here live. I don’t care anything about luxuries and servants and swimming pools and big parties. I wouldn’t fit. I couldn’t handle them. It’s important to me to be happy—in my own way.”

I asked him about women—of course, I told him some of the things that might happen to him if he should approach the stage that Valentino reached. The hysteria of women. The pursuit. The burning curiosity. He said simply, “I should think it would be sort of repulsive.”

He is not a ladies’ man, this dark, new lover. He is timid with women, respectful and courteous. He makes you feel dangerous when you look at him. When you talk with him, you feel comfortable and happy and safe.

He likes men’s things. Especially horses. And boats. And the sea. And guns and pipes and long hikes and the mountains. His favorite author is D.H. Lawrence.

He drives to the beach at four in the morning to see the sunrise and he tells you about sunsets he has seen. He tells you about sunsets with the same ardor you might suppose he would tell you about women.

He doesn’t talk about women at all. He doesn’t seem to be interested. His mind doesn’t run that way.

This was very much the persona that the studio was shopping around about Clark—a timid gentleman who would ring the doorbell and have a talk with your father before taking you out on a date. Not exactly accurate…

When I pressed him for an opinion, he said that he liked modern women, self-reliant women, women with minds of their own. He does not like clinging vines or cute little things. He likes a woman you can talk to as you can talk to a man. He also said that he doesn’t care particularly for the sensationally beautiful woman. He pointed out that many of the great loves of the world have been between people of no outstanding beauty. He asked me, relative to this, if I had read “The Savage Messiah,” the new and powerful biography of Van Gogh, the artist.

What’s very interesting about this otherwise fluffy article is that when this was published in November 1931, Clark was married to his second wife, Ria. There is no mention at all of her in this article, no mention at all of him being married. Asking a married man what kind of woman he prefers? Saying he’s timid around women? Seems odd, doesn’t it?  Back then, the articles for these fan magazines were written way ahead of time (for instance, fan magazine articles about Carole Lombard’s death in January 1942 didn’t start appearing until April of that year), so I’m guessing this was written before Clark and Ria’s wedding in June 1931. Which, as I wrote about a few years ago, was, according to MGM’s publicity department, their “second wedding just to make it legal in the state of California.” Such hogwash. If that was true, why did articles like this omit her completely?

You can read the article in its entirety in The Article Archive

 

clark gable idiot's delight

From January 1939:

Clark Gable’s feet have been problem children ever since he can remember. “The jams they have gotten me into would fill a book,” he said. But from now on, Gable’s 11-C’s have his blessings.

He admits being gratefully surprised that they piloted him safely through his song-and-dance act for “Idiot’s Delight,” now showing at the Liberty Theater.

“Frankly,” Gable remarked, “that dance business had me worried for two years. I was sold on playing the part of Hoofer Harry Van from the night I saw Alfred Lunt’s performance on the stage in New York. It was a great role, and one that I felt suited me, except for the dancing.  That was good, too, when Lunt did it.”

Gable had never stepped foot on a dance floor until he started work with George King, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer dance director. He was convinced that he couldn’t make his feet behave in a pinch.

“As a kid,” he went on, “I had the biggest feet, hands and ears in Hopedale, maybe in all Ohio. I was as tall as I am now, but skinny as a rail and awkward as a colt. Being a clumsy youngster gave me a complex it took me years to break. I had my first date when I was a freshman in high school. I ruined a budding romance by falling all over myself and spilling a plate of ice cream down the front of my girl’s best dress at a Strawberry Festival. I was always tripping over my feet.”

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If that’s true, once he became famous that girl probably told that story proudly to everyone she ever met!

clark gable carole lombard

From April 1941:

If Carole Lombard calls you on the phone and tells you that she and Clark Gable would like to have you come up to their San Fernando ranch for dinner, by all means don’t get yourself all gussied up. When the Gables are at home, informality is the law. Clark likes to loaf around in gray slacks without any semblance of a press. Carole, while always smartly dressed, still gets a big kick out of being garbed like a rancher’s wife. 

Don’t tell Clark he is a great actor. He’ll think you’re kidding him. Do suggest seeing his newest car. He’s like a little boy about automobiles and personally loves to demonstrate every gadget on his jalopy.

clark gable robert taylor spencer tracy

From October 1939:

Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy and Robert Taylor were discussing the war the other day in the studio cafe. Tracy said: “Well, Taylor, I suppose you’ll be the first to go if if the United States gets into this thing. Too bad. Gable and I are lucky. We’re too old.”

“Yeah, we’re too old,” echoed Gable.

“Yeah,” replied Taylor, ducking, “it took the war to bring that out.”

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Gable was NOT too old, as it turned out a few years later…

clark gable norma shearer idiots delight

From February 1939:

Norma Shearer has found an acrobat is more popular than a queen, taking the grosses of “Marie Antoinette” and “Idiot’s Delight” into consideration.

Of course, in the latter, the ladies in the audience do nip-ups, too, because Clark Gable is in the cast.

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I am not sure what “nip-up” is supposed to mean…

clark gable loretta young call of the wild

From January 1935:

Twentieth Century’s “Call of the Wild” went into production at the United Artists studios yesterday with Director William Wellman making something of a record by putting away his first shot at 9:45am. More than 300 but and extra players shared the scene with Clark Gable, Loretta Young, Jack Oakie and Katharine de Mille. The call was 9:00am on the set.

After two more days in the set, which reproduces Tex Rickard’s Skagway saloon during the Alaskan gold rush, the unit goes north January 3 in a Southern Pacific special of eleven cars, producer Darryl F. Zanuck stated.

Ed Ebele, production manager, has has a staff of fifty men on the location at Mount Baker, Washington, for the past 90 days working on set construction, a shooting stage and additional housing accommodations at the high location. Everything is in readiness for the beginning of shooting January 4. The schedule there is four weeks’ shooting.

Sixteen carloads of equipment and paraphernalia, the final consignment to the location, was shopped from Los Angeles today to Belligham from which point it will be trucked 65 miles to the location. Included in the shipment are 100 complete outfits of wearing apparel to clothe every member of the unit against the sub-zero weather.