If a picture speaks a thousand words, we can see how America's biggest cowboy star could fall for his blonde, curly haired, 5'3" costar with the pouty lips and sad blue eyes.
Paramount Pictures sent out this publicity photo of Winifred Westover around the time she became Mrs. William S. Hart on Dec. 7, 1921.
Photograph by Pack Bros., 7.5"x9.25", lightly sepia toned, printed on double weight stock. This copy comes from the archives of the Chicago Tribune. Handwriting on the back reads, "Winifred Westover, bride of William S. Hart, star  Picture.
The writing is obscured by a clipping because, as the wear-and-tear indicates, this print was heavily used and not usually for the purpose Paramount intended.
In no time at all,
the romance was over but not before Westover found herself with child and the couple became gossip-column fodder.
The first instance we know "for sure" that the Tribune ran this photograph is indicated by the earliest date stamp on the back, March 21, 1922. (Somewhat difficult to discern, the stamp overlays Westover's breast in the clipping.)
The clipping relates to the couple's court appearance of March 20, 1922, when Hart challenged Westover's attempt to change the terms of a maintenance agreement.
Tribune caption reads:
Los Angeles, Cal., March 20
WIlliam S. [Bill] Hart, who shoots from his hip in the films and regularly drops his man, missed the bull's eye in court today
when Judge C.W. Gueren overruled his demurrer to the suit of the picture player's wife, Winifred Westover Hart. The court gave Hart
twenty days in which to file his answer.
Mrs. Hart, who is separated from her husband, is seeking to amend the separate maintenance agreement, under which she is barred from appearing in the films.
From this clipping we learn many things.
First, we learn that Mr. and Mrs. Hart were already separated by the time they appeared in court March 20. In his 1929 autobiography, "My Life East and West,"
William S. Hart says they separated "on" March 20. We see this isn't quite so.
Second, we learn that Westover had a maintenance agreement during her separation from Hart. A maintenance agreement would provide her
with a court-approved allowance from Hart, sort of alimony-in-waiting while the divorce was pending.
Third, and perhaps most interestingly, we learn that per the tems of the maintenance agreement, Westover was barred from resuming her film career. (Although the
wording of the caption is somewhat confusing in that it says she's barred from appearing in "the" films, the agreement did in fact bar her from appearing in films, period.)
We can infer that the maintenance agreement stipulated that Westover would receive X-sum of money from Hart as long as she didn't appear on screen.
On March 20, the judge (whose name may or may not be spelled correctly) overruled Hart's demurrer. A demurrer is a legal maneuver where a party tries to get a lawsuit
thrown out of court before the suit can be tried. The judge said no, the case was not without merit. (Sorry for the double negative, but that's what it means to overrule a demurrer.)
We don't know the exact outcome of the case, but we
do know Westover didn't appear in another film until 1930.
A second date stamp indicates this same photo ran in the Tribune in August 1922, probably in relation to a court appearance when Westover was eight months pregnant.
The barcode sticker on the back is that of the 2012 photo seller.
Silent film superstar William S. Hart appeared opposite the fetching Winifred Westover, 34 years his junior, in Lambert Hillyer's "John Petticoats" (1919). Two years later, on Dec. 7, 1921 — the day after his 57th birthday — Hart left bachelorhood behind and exchanged marital vows with the starlet at his home at 8341 De Longpre Ave. in present-day West Hollywood.
Exactly nine months after their wedding night, on Sept. 6, 1922, the union produced a son, William S. Hart Jr.
By that time the May-December romance was long over. The couple separated and spent the next several years in court.
Hart devotes no more than a single paragraph to Westover and their issue in his 1929 autobiography, "My Life East and West." Most sources indicate the separation came after just three months; in "My Life," Hart says it was five months, and he provides the date: May 10, 1922.
But May 10 was actually the date of a court appearance. The couple had already separated by May 10, when a judge in Los Angeles named C.W. Guerin (Gueren?) refused Hart's motion to stop Westover from fighting the terms of a separate maintenance agreement that barred her from ever again appearing in movies.
In September 1922, just days after Bill Jr.'s birth, with divorce proceedings in full swing, Westover's attorney, Milton Cohen, tried to convince the court that Hart once ordered his wife from their home. The Los Angeles Times quoted Hart's retort in its Sept. 17 edition: "If Cohen claims I was physically cruel to my wife, I'll lick him so you won't be able to recognize him. If I can't do that, I'll drill a hole in his stomach so big you can drive a twenty-mule-team borax wagon through it."
In "My Life," Hart says Westover sued him for divorce on grounds of desertion. Why the unnecessary and damning concession? Was he implying she couldn't have beat him on a cruelty charge? Or that she couldn't have accused him of infidelity? We don't know. But from his lasting friendships (see the Wyatt Earp letters, for instance) and the intense devotion he felt from his fans (to whom he left everything in the end), we know loyalty was a virtue he cherished — and rewarded. It stands to reason that disloyalty would earn you a swift kick out the door.
On Feb. 11, 1927, nearly five years after the couple separated, the divorce became final in Reno, Nev.
Around the same time, construction started on a 22-room hilltop mansion in Newhall that Hart began planning in 1926 as a retirement home for himself and his younger, wheelchair-bound sister, Mary Ellen. It was completed in late 1927.
Life in a Fishbowl
With the passage of time, we tend to forget that William S. Hart was a major Hollywood celebrity, and that then as now, Americans relied on daily newspapers and movie fanzines to slake their insatiable appetite for information about their favorite stars. The only difference is that today, the latest gossip circulates in the blink of any eye through the Internet and TV, and fresh fanzines hit the supermarket check-out counters weekly instead of monthly.
Hart was no stranger to the courtroom — or to the cameras outside it, or to those that occasionally managed to follow him into it.
Hart, like all others, paid the price of celebrity. He had a personal life but not a private one. It's axiomatic: If you want the publicity that compels people to watch what you want them to watch or read what you want them to read (or vote how you want them to vote), you forfeit the right to stop those same cameras from seeing what you don't necessarily want them to see. This is a crucial point. If we're to understand the profound fealty Hart felt for, and from, his fans, we must view it through the lens of a man whose fans remained true to him even as the press drew back the curtain.
The shutters clicked as Hart's marriage unraveled, and they clicked again in 1936 when he took United Artists to court in New York City for breach of contract. He'd made his last film, "Tumbleweeds," eleven years earlier, and he accused the studio of failing to make good on an agreement to promote it. His insistence on "keeping it real," in today's vernacular, had been his undoing; up against newer, flashier Western stars such as Tom Mix and Hoot Gibson, Hart was told as early as 1921 to change his approach or hand over prodution to someone else. He refused, and Paramount Studios bid him adieu. By 1925, distributors had stopped giving his films as wide a release as the blockbusters of the day; ultimately he sued United Artists over it, seeking to recover the $500,000 in anticipated earnings he said he'd lost. Three years after their court date, in 1939, Astor Pictures Corp. re-released the film and tacked a new, 8-minute monologue onto it as an introduction. Filmed at Hart's Newhall estate, the "farewell" monologue was his only speaking role in a film and his last appearance on the big screen.
The shutters clicked again on Aug. 20, 1939, when Hart finally quashed a bogus paternity suit that had haunted him for nearly 20 years. It temporarily interrupted his film career in the early 1920s and can't have helped his failing marriage.
The shutters clicked many more times: when Hart's ex-wife sought to renegotiate her alimony; when Hart swore out a criminal complaint against a Newhall man who took potshots at a beloved Great Dane in 1940; and when his sister Mary Ellen was buried in 1943.
At the end of William S. Hart's 81½-year life, where did things stand? His acting career had ended 21 years earlier and left him feeling betrayed by studio executives. The sister he cared for and lived with was gone, as were his oldest friends. The only intimate liaisons we know about were fleeting and fickle and provided years of misery. His pinto pony Fritz and many treasured pets rested beneath headstones at the base of a hill below a secluded mansion overlooking a town he rarely visited.
The people in his life who hadn't disappointed him were his fans. (Well, except for the psycho stalker who accused him of fathering her child.) They wrote to him nearly every day, and he answered every letter and signed every autograph his fans requested every time he penned a new novel that took him on a mental jouney back to a country that existed the way he chose to remember it.
The shutters didn't stop clicking when Hart died. Not by a longshot.
Born in Oakland on Nov. 9, 1898, and schooled by the Dominican Sisters of San Rafael, the blonde, blue-eyed, 5'3" Winifred Westover made her acting debut in D.W. Griffith's landmark film, "Intolerance" (1916). She earned screen credits until 1922, when she became a single mom; she attempted a comeback in 1930, reportedly with her ex-husband's help. But but the film, Herbert Brenon's adaptation of Fannie Hurst's popular novel, "Lummox," was a box-office flop, and she retired. (Unfortunately we can't judge it for ourselves, as it is a lost film.)
Westover and Bill Jr. made their peace with Hart as he lay dying at California Luthern Hospital in Los Angeles, present at his bedside when he breathed his last on June 23, 1946.
Soon, mother and son were back in court, the pair having been all but omitted from Hart's will. The actor left his Newhall retirement estate to the people of Los Angeles County (there was no city of Santa Clarita yet); two years earlier he had donated his home on De Longpre to the city of Los Angeles (there was no city of West Hollywood yet). He also gifted $50,000 in cash to each jurisdition so the properties could be properly maintained for the enduring enjoyment of his loyal fans.
They weren't his only acts of public generosity. In 1940 he donated land and money for the Newhall American Legion to build the area'a first real movie theater where his films, and others', could be properly displayed. He donated more land and money for the construction of the Santa Clarita Valley's first high school — which the school board decided to name for him, as he learned shortly before his death.
He explained his decision to donate his Los Angeles property in 1944: "I am only trying to do an act of justice. I am only trying to give back to the American public some part of what the American public has already given to me."
Those who might have been closest to him, Westover and Bill Jr., received no similar justice, and their nearly decade-long attempt to right what they perceived as a wrong came to naught.
Westover died March 19, 1978, in Los Angeles.
William S. Hart Jr. became a teacher and real estate appraiser in Santa Monica. He retired in 1989, the same year the city of Los Angeles leased the De Longpre property to West Hollywood and transfered the balance of the endowment, now valued at $284,000, to the new city.
Bill Jr. objected to the transfer and called for an accounting. Considering how little L.A. had spent to improve the property over the past four decades, by the son's calculations there should have been $800,000 in the bank. He wondered aloud where the money went, but his protestations fell on deaf ears. He died May 13, 2004, in Seattle.
— Leon Worden, 2012