Pat Paterson
Marriage had never entered Boyer's
head until the night in Hollywood
when he met Pat Paterson at a party.
They were engaged in two weeks,
married in three months!

a night crying bitterly into my pillow. Death had touched me. And one is never quite the same thereafter.
    "I also remember being struck with a lightning flash of thought. Now I shall never have to enter the factory. Now I shall be -- an actor! I realized in a dim,immature way that the truth of my whole being had been revealed to me. I felt rather ashamed of the wave of pure delight that poured through my veins.

 "My life did not change substantially, however, at that time. My mother always had been the dominant factor in my small world. There had been, there still is a strong and sympathetic bond between us. We have been good friends. And so, with the death of my father, we became even closer. Upon the advice of friends, my mother sold the factory, rented that half of the house, and we continued to live in the other half as theretofore.
    "My mother always says that she sold the factory because she was advised to do so. But I, who know her, suspect that she would have sold it, advice or not, so that there could be no question of my ever having to take it over.
    "It was from this time forth that I ceased being mis-
chievious. I did not realize it then, but when my father died the little Boyer boy died too. I took my studies more seriously. I had put my life ambition into definite
words the night of my father's death. I knew what I must be, what I must do. I felt the clay of my life-work in my hands and I was eager to be about the business of shaping it.
    "I was twelve when I first announced to my mother that I intended to become an actor.

 "It was," said Charles, with a low laugh, but his eyes grave, "the most momentous moment of my life up to that time. I knew full well how portentous an occasion it was. I had the full realization of what I was about to do to my mother. I knew on what a vital spot the blow would fall. I had the feeling that I was about to take my mother's deepest and dearest dream and crash it to the floor.

 "I remember so perfectly the little twilit parlor and the way my mother looked as she sat there, serene, in her high-backed chair by the window, a bit of sewing in her hands. She invariably spent the last daylight hours in this fashion, dreaming, no doubt, about my future which I was about to murder before her eyes. Her face was turned toward me with that eager, expectant, proud smile it always wore when she greeted me.

BUT HER great composure never wavered, her steady hands continued their task as I said, 'Mother--when I grow up I intend to become an actor. That is my life and I must have it.'
   " 'You are too young,' my mother said, apparently without agitation, though I could perceive the beating of her heart under the lace fichu she wore, 'too young to know your own life as yet, mon fils.'"
   with Cooper, Roland
      And here is the Americanized Charles Boyer as he is today. Gary Cooper, Boyer and Gilbert Roland at a recent social affair.


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