So, in the last post was Olive’s rise to fame, her marriage
to Jack Pickford, and their second honeymoon to Paris. This time… The rest of Olive’s life.
On the
night of September 4-5, Olive and Jack were out late, partying in
Montparnasse. They returned to their
hotel around 3am that night. Jack passed
out pretty quickly upon their arrival back at the hotel. Olive went to the bathroom to take medicine
of some kind: aspirin, sleeping medicine, cold medicine, or even just water, it’s
not clear. What is clear is that,
instead of taking whatever she had intended, Olive took bichloride of mercury
liquid. This either had a label in
French, or no label, causing the confusion over what she was taking. It seems like the mercury was Jack’s for his
syphilis.
After she realized
she’d taken the wrong thing, Olive started shouting. Jack woke up and “forced water, egg whites,
milk and butter down her throat” (1). He
carried her to the bed and called for an ambulance. Olive was taken to the American Hospital in
Paris where doctor’s tried their best to keep her alive. Olive “lost the power
of speech and sight” and so was unable “to explain how she came to make the
mistake of drinking from the bottle” (2).
Olive died at 10:15 on the
morning of September 10, 1920, a month shy of her twenty-sixth birthday.
It’s not clear if she took the
mercury “accidentally, committed suicide or was murdered by her husband” (3). The reasons for a possible suicide included:
supposed trouble adjusting to fame, Jack’s infidelities, Jack’s having given
her syphilis. There were also rumors
that Olive had a drug addiction, or that Jack tricked Olive to take the mercury
so he could collect insurance money on her.
Michelle Vogel, author of Olive
Thomas: The Life and Death of a Silent Film Beauty, believes that “the
actress drank the poison accidentally” but that Jack’s “alcoholism and
incurable womanizing contributed” (4).
Whatever it was that caused Olive to ingest the poison, her death was
ruled an accident, having been caused by nephritis from the mercury bichloride.
At the inquest into her death, “maids
and valets of the hotel” were “unanimous that up to the hour of her death Miss
Thomas was … of a happy disposition and serene and content with her life and
its future prospects.” Additionally, it
was reported that Olive “was planning to come back to Paris” to work for Mary
Pickford’s ex-husband, and had “been busy buying frocks for new plays in which
she was to appear” (5).
After Olive’s death, Jack gave
interviews to newspapers and was quoted about how hard both Olive and the doctors
struggled to keep her alive. He gave his
full account of what happened to the Los
Angeles Herald-Examiner. Jack
brought Olive’s body back home to the United States. It was rumored that he tried to commit
suicide on the voyage over, but was talked out of it. Years later in her autobiography Mary
Pickford says he confessed that to be true.
Olive’s funeral was held on
September 28 at St. Thomas Episcopal Church in New York. Fifteen thousand mourners tried to pack into
the church, so many more so than expected that “it was found necessary to
increase the number of policemen on duty from ten to twenty-five” (6). Women fainted and men’s hats were crushed,
the crowd was so thick. Olive’s casket
was “blanketed in purple orchids, topped by a spray of yellow and brown orchids
from Jack Pickford” (7). Olive was
buried in Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx, originally just in a vault, but in
1921 was “put in the recently completed Pickford mausoleum” (8).
Olive’s estate was split between
her mother, brothers, and Jack. Jack did
not take his share, giving it to her mother instead. In November, Olive’s things were sold off in
an estate sale. “Nearly $20,000 was realized
from the sale of the jewelry, and one of her two automobiles was sold for
$5,000. The entire proceeds of the sale
were about $30,000” (9). Items sold also
included a cigarette case, a gold toilet set, and a sable coat.
Olive is fascinating in her
death. This was one of the first times
the media really sensationalized a Hollywood star. Her death was also one of the first Hollywood
scandals; hers and others that soon followed led to morality clauses being
written into actors’ contracts. As Dr.
Jeanine Basinger, chair of Wesleyan University’s film studies program, said “Had
he not been Mary Pickford’s brother, had they not been married, had they both
not been in movies, the death would not have been sensationalized in the same
way it was” (10).
Rumor has it that her ghost still
haunts the New Amsterdam Theatre (the theater where she worked in the Ziegfeld
Follies). In 1997, “a security guard
resigned after seeing a woman in lingerie wandering the stage clutching a green
bottle, and cast members still touch a portrait of Olive as they leave the
stage door every night” (11). Others say
her ghost is “crying, in a white dress trimmed in silver;” supposedly “she was
buried in a white dress trimmed in silver” (12).
So that’s Olive Thomas. I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to Olive’s
story. For sure she ticks off many boxes
of my favorite things – old, silent Hollywood; flappers; tragic death – but some
of those I didn’t really realize until I started researching her for this. I didn’t know the movie that made her a star
was The Flapper, or if I had known I’d
forgotten; maybe it still niggled in my head and made me want to know more somehow. At any rate, she has such an interesting
history and such a tragic end; I wish more people knew of her.
1, 3, 4, 10, Marylynne Pitz, “OliveThomas, the original ‘Flapper’ and a Mon valley native, still fascinates,” Pittsburgh Post- Gazette, September 26,
2010.
2 “Olive Thomas Near Death,” The New York Times, September 10, 1920.
5 “Miss Thomas’ Death FoundAccidental,” The New York Times, September
12, 1920.
6, 7 “Women Faint at Olive ThomasRite,” The New York Times, September
29, 1920.
8 “Olive Pickford Put in Mausoleum,”
The New York Times, September 26,
1921.
9 “Olive Thomas Sale Amounts to$30,000,” The New York Times, November
23, 1920.
11 Tony Perrottet, “Traces ofZiegfeld’s New York,” The New York Times,
May 8, 2015.
12 William Grimes, “A Gang ofGhosts Ready to Rumble,” The New York
Times, October 29, 1993.
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