This will be my last post for at least 3 weeks. We are finally leaving for our trip to Seattle. I hope to see you right back here sometime around the middle of June.
Love,
Jess
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| Charlie arrives in Seattle from Japan, June 1932 |
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| Charlie arrives in Seattle from Japan, June 1932 |


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| Chaplin, May Reeves, & Emil Ludwig |
We are to lunch at the Palm Beach Casino, a beautiful location opposite the island of Sainte Marguerite upon which stands the historical prison reputed to be the place where The Man in the Iron Mask was incarcerated.
Ludwig has a likeness to Byron--the same high lofty, brow and well-formed chin, with a full sensitive mouth almost feminine--a man in his early forties. Upon meeting him I was impressed by his eager youthful spirit.Ludwig was equally impressed by Chaplin:
He came toward me with a frank open look--a small, closely knit man who, obviously, had won through to serenity--or at least an appearance of serenity--which, earlier, had not been his. There was in him a fresh vigor and in his eyes a lively sparkle which I had not expected.May Reeves recalled that Charlie was ill at ease during the meeting and kept nervously repeating, "Well, well, well." She thought Ludwig seemed relieved that she could speak German with him.
...and when the same expression repeated itself later, I saw it was his mouth that truly revealed him, which united the two Chaplins--Chaplin the actor and Chaplin the man.
In his drooping, sensitive mouth, when he leaves it for a moment undisciplined, is expressed all the resignation, all the renunciation which cannot be acted unless it has been experienced.
It is not the mouth of a lover of humanity. Chaplin is a fighter, for his passion against the smug and sated rich is deeper, it seemed to me, than his compassion for the suffering poor.
Chaplin's mouth is a tragic mouth; but it is a mouth that can bite.Charlie recalled that they also discussed what they considered to be the most beautiful things they had seen in life:
I related the action of Helen Wills playing tennis, also a moving picture from a news weekly of a man plowing the fields of Flanders after the war. The tragic stoop of his back, the determination and courage as he furrowed into the soil, the indomitable spirit and will to build up over the wreckage.
Ludwig gave a beautiful description of the glow of a red sun setting on the beach in Florida, an automobile rolling along at twelve miles an hour, and a girl in a bathing suit reclining on the running board, her toe lightly trailing over the smooth surface of the sand, leaving a thin line as she rode along._________________________________________________________________

While I was slithering around Sunset Boulevard, Charlie was a more and more frequent guest at our house. He had just recently been starred for the first time at Essanay, and was now making a fortune with a series of one-reelers at Mutual. He and three other friends of mine--Mary Pickford, Doug Fairbanks, and David Griffith--were about to join forces as the United Artists.
Though Popsy was wary of my Hollywood companions, he trusted Chaplin because he knew him. It has always amused me to see cautious parents accept as suitable suitors old friends who are often as eligible as Don Juan. It is probably the quality of the unknown that terrifies them so.
To me, there remained very little unknown about Charlie. He unburdened his heart to me. He loved talking about himself; but I adored his sense of humor and appreciated his sense of values. He was marvelous fun to be with, Charlie!
He wasn't very prompt, and one night he arrived for dinner an hour and a half late. Mutz, who had kept her patience for weeks, now was furious. Such a tirade! She told him how selfish and thoughtless he was; and we were all sure that we would never see him again. What did he do when mother finished? He kissed her and said, "How wonderful you are. You've scolded me just as you would your own son. Now I know I'm one of the family. Thank you, thank you."
What could one do with such a reaction? We all adored him. How stimulating Charlie was! Those intense gray eyes! Even in repose, there was always a faint smile hovering around his lips. There was always an imp in Charlie, no matter how serious he was being, an element of the unpredictable. He was an elf with a memory of sadness.
He loved playing with abstract ideas. His brain never stopped buzzing. When he was working he would ask me to the studio so I could watch him work. Though he used a script, ideas, fresh and sparkling, would spill from him while the camera was going. Some of his most famous scenes were spontaneous. His slim, nervous body would respond instantly to any improvisation that struck him. He was nimble in everything. He moved like a dancer.
Charlie was still to become the intellectual's darling, the controversial exile, the legend. Life was simple then--like the people. Chaplin was funny and the public laughed. The scholars and students hadn't recognized him as a genius. He was loved as a clown.
Charlie, however, was always impressed with himself--like a small child who has suddenly found a doting audience for his antics. He was quicker than his audience and always ahead of them. I loved going to the movies with him. He would laugh until he cried. Then he would nudge me.
"Wait, Daggie. Wait till you see what's going to happen now!"
When it happened, he would become convulsed. I think I enjoyed watching Charlie watching Charlie more than the movie.— Dagmar Godowsky, First Person Plural: The Lives Of Dagmar Godowsky, 1958.
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| Dagmar appeared in 24 films between 1919 & 1926, including The Sainted Devil in which she co-starred with Rudolph Valentino. She is also among the many celebrities, including Chaplin, to appear in the 1923 film, Souls For Sale. |
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| Charlie with Dagmar's father, pianist/composer Leopold Godowsky, 1917. |
We met when I was 16, a mere child at the time, and I have been in love with him ever since. He is my world. I've never seen or lived with anything else...It started when I was recommended to him for the part of Bridget in a film Charlie planned to make, based on the play Shadow & Substance. I clutched to the substance and ran away with Charlie to get married instead. He never made the film after that. That was the beginning and the end of my film career...without a second's regret.
Laughter is one of Charlie's great gifts to me. I hadn't known it before. My childhood was not very happy. Today I am perhaps the only member of the family who thinks him really funny. The children are too intent on being funny themselves.
There is certainly no father fixation about my feeling for him. He has made me mature and I keep him young. When you are happy, you don't go in for self-analysis. He has given me a great sense of security and stability, which has nothing to do with his wealth. I could be happy in any other environment.
My security and stability with Charlie stem much for from the difference in years between us. Other young women who have married mature men will understand what I mean. Provided that the partners are suited, such a marriage is founded on a rock. Solid, and with no unpleasant surprises ahead. The man's character is formed, his life shaped. He has learned a sense of responsibility and tolerance.
I never consciously think of Charlie’s age for 364 days of the year. Only his birthday is the annual shock for me.
I consider Charlie young. I also find it most vexing to be called a schoolgirl wife. Maybe I'll be spared that remark now that I am getting some gray streaks in my hair.
Chaplin, whose rages are notorious, has never lost his temper with his wife.
Not once in all our years of marriage. I have learned to keep silent and let him charge ahead. Unless he asks me for a criticism I never venture an opinion. He respects my judgement, and jokes about my always being right in the long run when I disagree with him on some point. In all this I try not to get on his nerves.
Like every couple, the Chaplins take a special delight in occasionally spending a day alone. Then Oona cooks the meal while he prepares drinks for them both and offers "awkward assistance, and flirts with me as though we had just met.
Then with their heads bent close to each other, they toast their life together. And he makes the woman who never laughed as a child laugh again.
That is when I know there is no difference in our ages.
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| Charlie & May sunbathing in Juan-les-Pins. Like most European women of her day, May has armpit hair. |
Europe has misunderstood me, bullied me & misrepresented me to such an extent that, being a moderately rich man, I don't care a hang whether I ever make another film.
They say I have a duty to England. But I wonder what duty? I sometimes think my countrymen are the world's greatest hypocrites. Nobody wanted or cared for me in England 17 years ago. I was just as good an artist then and I slaved and starved for a few shillings weekly. I had to go to America for my chance and I got it. Only then did England take the slightest interest in me.
Why are people bothering their heads about me? I am only a movie comedian. They made a politician out of me, a material sort of fellow which I am not.Charlie went on to vent his feelings on patriotism:
I have been all over Europe in the past few months & patriotism is rampant everywhere. The result is going to be another war. I hope they send the old men to the front the next time because the old men are the real criminals of Europe today.*Thirty-three years later in his autobiography, Charlie's views on patriotism remained unchanged:
How can one tolerate patriotism when six million Jews were murdered in its name?


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| Charlie, Jr. with his father... |
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| ...and with his mother, Lita Grey Chaplin. |



Charlie, at his most charming, greeted her with open arms. "How nice of you to come. Would you consider playing such a small part for me? It would be such a privilege to have you." Rutherford was completely bowled over: 'It would be a privilege for me to work with you," she said.
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It was now time to shoot Margaret Rutherford's scene. Charlie was embarrassed that her part as a seasick passenger was so small, so he improvised more business. He placed a multitude of colored ribbons on her bed, and every time she looked at the yellow or green ribbons, she'd feel faint and want to retch. She was so funny, she had the whole crew laughing. Poor thing, she was ill at the time, and was delighted that the scene required her to be in bed.
Oona was always present when we ran Margaret Rutherford's rushes. No matter how often she saw them, she always laughed hysterically. The scene brought the house down in the movie theaters too. And Charlie was most pleased.(Photo and excerpt from Remembering Charlie by Jerry Epstein)
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| L-R: Eduardo Ugarte, Luis Buñuel, Jose Lopez Rubio, Eleanor & Antonio de Lara by the pool at Chaplin's Hollywood home, 1930. source |
