By Adele Whitley-Fletcher Photoplay, June 1940 You are invited in with Photoplay. All your questions about their colorful way of life are answered here It’s out in the Valley, the Gable ranch, about a forty-minute drive from Beverly Hills. You turn off the Boulevard on a narrow dirt road and travel until you come to a white hanging gate. The brown earth is turned up to the sun. A tractor stands idle while a farmer eats his lunch. Farther along, the whitewashed tree trunks of a citrus orchard are luminous in the sunshine. And finally you come to the old stables, now a garage, where the driveway turns around a…

By Gladys Hall Photoplay, April 1941 You never knew such fun as goes on with Mammy and Pappy. You wonder how they keep their minds on their work, thinking up crazy gags to spring on each other They are the ones, are Mammy Lombard and Pappy Gable… That’s what they call one another, you know, “Mammy” and “Pappy.” One wonders how they keep their minds on their work, what with thinking up lunacies to spring on each other. Costly lunacies, too, most of them. Ingenious idiocies. No mere hot seats, water-squirters, plate-raisers, rubber mice or such-like stuff. Uh uh. They Big Production value into their hoddy-doddies, do Mammy and Pappy…