Motion Picture Magazine, 1949
To The Fans from Robert Taylor, Star of the Bribe
Take a tip from me. If you want to be sure of a happy home life, get a wife who works. I did, and I like it fine. It’s wonderful.
Consider the advantages. Whenever your wife is working, she’ll be too tired to go out in the evening and you can stay home after your own long day’s work and get your guns polished. Furthermore, you and she will have plenty to talk about because she’ll bring home interesting stories from work–much more interesting than the prattle about bridge clubs and Mrs. Blow’s hat that you might be subjected to if your wife were a homebody.
Another thing: if she’s a little bushed from a long day’s work she won’t give you much opposition. I can wash a window or paint a chair without the Queen standing behind me making rude comments about my technique. I can push the dogs off the sofa, make them stop chewing my shoes and generally show them who’s boss; but when my dear wife is home for any length of time, I can’t even speak loudly to them. We have one dog that is still isn’t housebroken. If I can just get Barbara into a good long epic and work my own picture schedule out right, I’ll domesticate that hound or get rid of it.
Of course, it’s nice to have he wife at home now and then. There are lots of odd jobs around the house that I can get her to do. I’m even thinking of getting a wife-sized lawn mower so we’ll be able to keep our front yard looking neater. But as a general rule, things run much more smoothly when the light of my life is off the studio and I have the say of myself. Whenever I happen to have some time between pictures, I can do a lot of heavy resting at home, and if I feel energetic, I can move from one chair to another. I can put a cigarette stub in an ashtray without having it snatched out from under my hand (Barbara has a maniacal zeal for emptying ashtrays). I can work on my fishing rods and listen to the radio programs I like, and turn the dial when Miss Stanwyck’s favorite newscaster begins to sound too much like the voice of doom. (Don’t you wish the peace news were as good as the war news used to be?)
Still another thing: I find that having the doll away from home is a heathy influence on our relationship. She looks on me in a different light than she does when she’s too long between pictures.
When she comes home at night, tired from a hard day’s work, I symbolize comfort and security to her. I’m part of the atmosphere she likes, just like the dogs and the furniture. She never gets tired of me because she never sees too much of me.
Don’t let anybody tell you that you’re cruel to keep your wife working. I have my wife’s best interests at heart in insisting that she continue with her job. Working is good for her. She might get lazy if I let her loll around the house. Or she might get restless and keep thinking up things for me to do when I get home from work–like moving the furniture or cleaning the cellar.
Work helps my spouse keep her figure. Moreover I happen to like her appearance in slacks and sweater; and she always wears slacks and sweater on days she goes to the studio. When she’s home, she’s likely to wear the new long skirts, and I think they’re an awful let-down. As some philosopher has written, “Man wants little here below, not wants that little long.”
Yours for happy marriages,
Ironically, this was published the year before Robert Taylor asked Barbara Stanwyck for a divorce.