adela rogers st. johns


Rest in Peace Carole Lombard (October 6,1908 - January 16, 1942).

“And the philosophy of her life was laughter. You see, that was her secret, the thing she seldom talked about. She believed that laughter bubbled up from the heart that was filled with faith. She had known black despair and heartbreak. She believed that you had to win through them and believe that good would triumph, that right made might, and thus that laughter was an outward sign of an inward grace.”

“Do you believe in God?” she said to me that last time, suddenly, when we were sitting in her back yard. […] “Do you get solemn about it?” Carole said. “I don’t seem to get solemn about it and some people might not understand. That’s why I never talk about it. I think it’s all here -– in the mountains and the desert. I don’t think God is a softie, either. In the end it’s better if people are forced back into -– well -– into being right, before they’re too far gone. I think your temple is your everyday living.” 

A Gallant Lady… Carole Lombard, by Adela Rogers St. Johns

Mrs. St. Johns once invited the lovers to her Malibu Colony home.  She came back from an afternoon swim to find Cooper asleep on a couch and Lupe kneeling beside him.  "Now I yield to no one in finding Cooper the most attractive man that’s ever been in Hollywood, but Cooper asleep and snoring gently with his mouth open is a good deal like any other man asleep and snoring gently with his mouth open.“

Lupe, noticing Mrs. St. Johns’ arrival, said, "Is he not beautiful?  I have never seen anyone so beautiful as my Gary.”

Cooper had woken and overheard the compliment, which struck him as amusing.  Lupe turned violently on him.  "You laugh at your Lupe’s love?“  Now it was a hair-pulling, scratching, one-way fight.  Lupe adored scenes.

There is one thing about Judy Garland - maybe because she has music all the way through her; she is literally like a haunting melody. After you’ve been with her for any length of time, you remember her for days. You find yourself smiling and thinking of some little thing she did, of her enormous youthful gravity when she is serious about anything, of her rich chuckle when she is amused, of the impression of littleness and fragility she gives. -Adela Rogers St. Johns

Strange, how up to a given moment it seemed so funny, tiny, tempestuous Lupe Velez and six-foot-three of slow-moving Cooper; her firecracker Mexican accent and her sparkling laughter against the slow drawl and slower smile of the big cowboy; Lupe’s public demonstrations and declarations of love and Gary’s embarrassment and adoration.

Adela Rogers St. Johns

*photo from The Wolf Song