THAT'S ANOTHER WIFE MESS ... WE'VE GOT OURSELVES INTO!
Bigamists, boozers, gold-diggers... the Irish author of a new book about Laurel and Hardy reveals how their multiple marriages were crazier than any of their movies
New Year’s Day, 1938, and the comedian Stan Laurel – one half, with Oliver Hardy, of the most beloved comedy duo the world has ever known – is snoozing in bed with his new bride. He is hungover, and possibly even still drunk, because he would not have married this woman otherwise. Her name is Vera Ivanova Shuvalova but she usually goes by her stage name of Illeana. She is a Russian gold-digger and an appalling alcoholic. She travels with a woman named Countess Sonia, who claims to be descended from Russian royalty and may or may not be Illeana’s mother.
Laurel’s introduction to these women has come through Roy Randolph, a Hollywood dancing master only recently acquitted of sexually assaulting a young actress. There is little money for Randolph in giving dancing lessons – introducing his Russian friends to a movie star, especially one who is building up a track record of broken marriages, is far more lucrative. Which is how Laurel has ended up in Yuma, Arizona, married to a woman he barely knows. His head is thumping. He thinks it may be the booze, until he opens his eyes and realises that the sound is coming from elsewhere. Someone is knocking. Someone is shouting.
There are many ways in which a man might wish to be woken on his wedding night but a voice screaming ‘Bigamist! Bigamist!’ at his hotel room door is almost certainly not one of them.
Illeana, the third Mrs Laurel, is about to meet her predecessor.
While Laurel and Hardy often appeared innocent, even childlike, on screen, their personal lives were difficult, complicated and laced with tragedy.
Now, as they are set to be rediscovered by a new generation with the release next year of the film Stan And Ollie, with Steve Coogan as Stan Laurel and John C Reilly as Oliver Hardy, it is ironic to view the pair’s films and see how often their characters are depicted in unhappy marriages, given the misery both men suffered – and sometimes caused – in their personal lives. As their lawyer, Ben Shipman, put it after their deaths: ‘Such sweet men. But oh, the problems they could get into! Particularly Stan but Babe [Hardy’s nickname] too. And most of it was women trouble…’
Oliver Hardy was married three times. His first wife was an older woman named Madelyn Saloshin, whom he divorced messily in 1921 in order to marry a younger actress, Myrtle Reeves.
He should have been careful what he wished for. If there is such a thing as a genial alcoholic, then Myrtle Reeves wasn’t it. She spent their marriage repeatedly being committed to, and escaping from, sanatoriums. At one point she locked herself in a hotel room and threatened to jump from a window, all in full view of police, firemen and a gaggle of newspaper reporters.
Hardy did his best for Myrtle but found her alcoholism impossible to live with and, by 1929, he had commenced an affair with a divorcee named Viola Morse, who had a young son. Hardy’s relationship with Viola would persist, on and off, for a decade, until he eventually divorced Myrtle and married his third and final wife, Lucille Jones. Heartbroken at the break-up of their relationship, and depressed by the sudden death of her son, Viola took an overdose of sleeping pills and crashed her car, though she survived.
Hardy paid a high price for any sins he might have committed against his ex-wives. Madelyn returned to pursue him for money, as did an increasingly unhinged Myrtle, leaving him virtually broke by the end of his life. Even as he lay on his deathbed in August 1957, deprived of the power of speech and reduced by illness to a thin, frail figure, Myrtle tried to have legal papers served on him. The process server she sent was so ashamed that he left the house with the papers still in his pocket.
But if Hardy’s relationships with women were complex, Stan Laurel’s were so convoluted as to be almost beyond belief.
In 1919, when he was still Arthur Jefferson, he met an Australian actress, Mae Dahlberg, while working on the vaudeville circuit in the US and Canada. Mae claimed to be a widow, despite the fact that her husband Rupert was alive and well, if conveniently elsewhere.
Mae became Jefferson’s common-law wife. When he changed his name, she styled herself Mae Laurel, although they never married. Mae was older than Laurel, and nowhere near as talented. When he moved to Hollywood, she came with him but by 1925 Laurel was in love with another actress, Lois Neilson. When it became clear to everyone that Mae was holding Laurel back both in his career and his love life – to everyone, that is, except Mae – she was paid to disappear.
‘Hardy paid a high price for any sins he might have committed’
And then Laurel’s love life started to get really complicated.
It’s worth going back to those early Laurel and Hardy films (many of them can be viewed online) to get an idea of just how handsome Stan Laurel was in his younger days. He had very blue eyes and women seemed to find him irresistible. Even as he and Lois, whom he married in 1926, were expecting their first child together, Laurel had already begun an affair with French actress Alyce Ardell.
Laurel and Lois divorced in 1934, a decision he always regretted. Even after quickly marrying Ruth Rogers, a young widow, in 1935, he continued trying to woo Lois back, which may go some way towards explaining why that second marriage lasted only two years. The disastrous union with Illeana followed. It endured for a year, during which Ruth followed her gatecrashing of the honeymoon by repeatedly sending fire engines to the couple’s home to put out nonexistent blazes in the dead of night and Laurel dug a grave in his back yard with the stated intention of killing Illeana and burying her in it, possibly along with Countess Sonia and Roy Randolph.
Incredibly, after divorcing Illeana, Laurel and Ruth remarried. It was clear that they’d made a mistake but the marriage still dragged on for five years. Yet even as she was divorcing Laurel for the second time, Ruth described him to the court as a ‘swell fellow’. He just, she said, didn’t know what he wanted.
Laurel’s final marriage, to another widow, Ida Raphael, lasted for almost two decades, and it was she who was beside him when he died. He spent his last years living in a three-bedroom apartment in Santa Monica, California, writing letters, greeting fans and creating routines for his late partner that would never be performed.
When he died, his old friend Buster Keaton wept uncontrollably at the funeral.
‘Chaplin wasn’t the funniest,’ Keaton said. ‘I wasn’t the funniest. Stan Laurel was the funniest.’