Dear Mr. Gable

From July 1938: The other night [we] were in the Warner Brothers’ theater on Boulevard when we noticed that we were sitting right next to Clark Gable and Carole Lombard! They had come in late, and, naturally enough, left early to avoid being gaped at and besieged by autograph hunters.

From February 1937: Clark Gable and Carole Lombard were seen lunching in the Turf Club. Gable terminated a Utah hunting trip with Dr. Franklyn Thorpe, Mary Astor’s ex-husband, to get back and escort Carole. Gable wore a Cheviot tweed, with plain back jacket, and two side vents in the coat. A green oxford shirt, with button down tie, brown suede shoes and Tyrolean hat, hit the new men’s fashion note.

From October 1937: Clark Gable and Carole Lombard have been seeing each other only infrequently in the last few weeks. Some gossips say the romance is cooling.

From October 1936: Clark Gable and Carole Lombard have discovered their temperaments differ too widely to allow of friendship. Incidentally, most of Clark’s friends have remarked that, since the separation from his second wife, he has been exceedingly morose and cynical.

From October 1939: Ever since Clark Gable and Carole Lombard have moved to their Encino homestead, they have been petting along their pride and joy, a 200-year-old oak three. The tree was continually being propped, its crevices filled with cement, and otherwise coaxed along, but the recent spell of wind and rain has written the final chapter for the ancient beauty. It was blown down and will now be sawed up for the winter fireplace.

From October 1938: Clark Gable gave Carole Lombard a new Cadillac for her birthday. Who wouldn’t be a blonde? Carole gave Clark a pink ballet dress with C.G. in tinseled letters a foot long on front of it, ballet slippers, 11-D, and sent them to the set of “Idiot’s Delight.” shows what she thinks of him as a dancer.

From August 1936: Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, playing the night spots together, are having a picnic of fun. Of late Clark has called Carole “The Madam.” Dining out, he insists on saying “Will the madam have this?” or “Where would the madam like to go?” A Trocadero waiter stared strangely at Miss Lombard after such an address from Gable the other evening. After he had taken their order and departed, Carole murmured, “Perhaps you had better not call me ‘The Madam’ in front of strangers!”