"In those days they had a three piece orchestra. Clara would request “Rock A Bye Baby” . When they played “Rock A Bye Baby”…it almost makes me cry thinking about it, but they would play it and Clara would begin to cry. Not just stage tears but real tears. It was something that she related to. Maybe the lack of true motherhood.”
"This girl was the real thing. Someone to stir every pulse in the nation. She had a heart shaped face, an hour-glass figure and thick auburn hair dyed a flaming orange red. She had 'It', the most desirable attribute of the decade. She was twenty-one. Her name was Clara Bow.”
"Her emotions were close to the surface. She could cry on demand, opening the floodgate of tears almost as soon as I asked her to weep. She was dynamite, full of nervous energy and vitality and pitifully eager to please everyone".