Esther Ralston: Why Do All My Husbands Want to Kill Me? Part III
by Robert J. Avrech
Esther Ralston at the height of her fame, 1920’s.
To read Part I of this series, please click here.
To read Part II, please click here.
Broke, with her second marriage in shambles and blacklisted by studio boss L.B. Mayer—Esther wouldn’t trade amorous favors for movie roles—Esther Ralston flees to New York in 1939 to find work and rebuild her shattered career.
Esther, in her slim but resonant 1985 memoir, Some Day We’ll Laugh, tells us that she was forced to leave her daughter Mary behind in California with her mother.
Working in Summer Stock and radio, Esther meets a young entertainment columnist named Ted Lloyd. Everywhere she plays, Ted is in the audience. With characteristic understatement Esther notes that Lloyd “seemed to follow me.”
Clearly, Esther has an admirer. Not surprising in that Esther Ralston, dubbed The American Venus, was a famous Hollywood beauty. One would hope that coming on the heels of two ex-husbands who were not only unreliable, but also somewhat homicidal, Esther would steer clear of another hasty romantic entanglement, but —
— Alas, soon enough Lloyd is escorting Esther around town. They appear arm in arm in the fashionable Stork Club, Toot Shorr’s, Jack Dempsey’s and Lindy’s.
Esther writes:
During these weeks, Ted kept telling me how much he loved me and pleading with me to marry him. I explained that I was trying to recover from a sad divorce and was not interested in ever marrying again.
Okay. Good for Esther. She’s using her common sense under the juggernaut of her latest suitor’s attentions.
Esther and Scary Husband #3
But Lloyd is not just aggressive, he’s coldly manipulative and he zeroes in on Esther’s vulnerable core—her eight-year old daughter Mary.
Ted took a trip to California and got in touch with my family. He took them all to dinner, bought Mary a doll, and tried to talk her into persuading me to marry him so she could come and be with her mother.
This is seriously creepy, and it should have unmasked Lloyd as morally deficient. Esther, once discovering this ethical breach, should have reacted with fury. But Mary’s pathetic letters—“I miss you, Mommy. Please can’t I come to you?”—breaks Esther’s will and she surrenders to Lloyd.
In a final and serious talk with Ted Lloyd, I told him I wasn’t in love with him, I’d been too hurt and disillusioned by my previous marriages, but if he still wanted me, I would marry him and do my best to make him happy. We were married at the Pickwick Arms in Greenwich, Connecticut, on August 6th 1939.

Homicidal husband #3, Ted Lloyd.
Esther, Ted and Mary move into a modest house in Little Neck. Esther’s dream—the American Dream—of a life of simple domesticity seems to be falling into place. But finances are something of a problem. Lloyd, a lowly columnist and sometimes PR guy, is not pulling in that much money.
And so, in September of 1939, on Esther’s thirty-eighth birthday, when Darryl F. Zanuck calls to offer Esther a role in the prestigious Alice Faye vehicle, Tin Pan Alley, Esther immediately agrees to play the famous singer Nora Bayes.
In Hollywood a week later, Esther is working with a solid cast including Alice Faye, Betty Grable, Jack Oakie, and John Payne.
A few years earlier, Esther notes, she met Nora Bayes on the Paramount lot and Bayes offered some words—deeply prophetic—that Esther never forgot:
“You’re young now, Esther. What I say may not mean much to you now, but someday you’ll remember what I tell you. Someday, everything you think, everything you do, will be in your face. Remember that.”
As she’s wrapping up work in Tin Pan Alley, Esther is offered a supporting role in Universal’s San Francisco Docks.
Acutely aware of her role as mother and wife, Esther calls Ted to ask his permission to stay another few weeks in California. Reluctantly, Ted agrees, but makes Esther promise that this will be her last motion picture.
Esther abides by her agreement.

Alice Faye, left, and Esther Ralston on the set of Tin Pan Alley, 1939.
In 1942 Ted loses his job as a columnist. Esther, always the optimist, encourages Ted to produce his own radio shows. He moves ahead with her suggestion and proves successful, saving money by hiring Esther to play multiple roles on his radio plays.
Two more children are born, Judy in 1942, and Ted Jr., in 1943. At last, Esther seems to be, enjoying her life as mother and wife. They buy a bigger house in Great Neck and Esther wears a mink coat when they go sailing on their new ship.
Esther Meets Dorian Gray
But the routine of cooking, house cleaning and laundering leaves Esther exhausted by nightfall. Ted frequently calls from New York urging Esther to get dressed and join him for an important cocktail party or theater event. But, pleads Esther, she can’t leave the kids.
Inevitably, Ted starts coming home late. He becomes cold and inattentive. Finally, Esther discovers that Ted is having an affair with, yup, his secretary.
Let’s review:
Husband #1, George Webb, gambler.
Husband #2, Bill Morgan, alcoholic.
Husband #3, Ted Lloyd, adulterer.
But something else gnaws at Esther. Something even more disturbing and elemental than the awful cliché of her husband’s infidelity. She looks in the mirror and sees signs of encroaching middle age. But Ted—like Dorian Gray—seems eternally young.
Esther confronts him:
Ted was so quiet, I became alarmed. “You did tell the truth about your age when you wrote on our marriage license that you were the same age as I, didn’t you?” Ted never answered me.
A cold chill ran through me, and then I said quietly, “Teddy, tell me the truth. How old are you?” Then Ted told me he was twelve years younger than I.
“Why? Why did you lie to me?” I gasped, choking back the tears.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t have married me if you had known,” he said.
Nora Bayes prophetic advice kicks in with ferocity:
In the months to follow, I found myself studying my face, my figure, looking for lines, grey hairs, and so on. I became so conscious of the difference in our ages that I became depressed and miserably unhappy. Ted’s frequent sarcasm and slighting remarks that had never bothered me before became red flags to my ego.
An emotional scorched earth policy seems to envelope the marriage. In 1950, while Esther visits her mother in California, Mary, now a lively teenager, urgently writes: “Daddy has a woman sleeping with him in your bed!”
Esther immediately returns to New York. In a scene we have viewed in countless movies, Ted packs his bags and walks out on his wife and children. He withholds all financial support. Once again, Esther alone is responsible for her children.
I tried to carry on without my husband, but soon found that we were not only running short of food but the telephone and lights were about to be turned off because of non-payment of bills. I was frantic. I called the Welfare Department and told them my husband had abandoned my children and me and what my plight was. They contacted Ted at his office and he was furious that I had called Welfare, but he came by the next day with a bag of groceries.
A week later, Ted calls and invites Esther out to dinner. Hopeful, Esther imagines an attempt at reconciliation. But Ted is strangely silent and Esther, confused and sad, asks Ted to drive her home:
We were both silent as we neared our house, but when he drove right by it and turned down a dark, little-traveled road, I was suddenly frightened. His face was set and ugly-looking and I said to him, “Ted, take me home at once! I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, but if you don’t take me back at once, I’m getting out of this car!”
When he didn’t answer me, but kept driving, I opened the car door and jumped out, and began walking back down the road. I heard him drive a bit further, then turning his car around, he gunned the motor and, with headlights blazing, drove straight at me. I screamed and jumped into the ditch, then stood staring in shock as Ted stopped the car and, putting his head down on the steering wheel, began to sob.
Esther ponders the strange trajectory of her life:
What was there about me, I grieved, that made me fail in three marriages? Why had each of my three husbands wanted to kill me?
Esther, American Patriot
Sadly, Esther’s memoir breaks off at this point in her life, 1950.
What did this resilient woman do next?
Esther continued with her radio work. She managed the boy’s department at B. Altman’s in Manhasset, Long Island. She was lured to television for a role in The Verdict is Yours, and then a steady role as Helen Lee in the 1962 soap opera Our Five Daughters. Esther was a consultant and decorator for The Lighting Studio, in Glen Falls, and then in 1978 she returned to Los Angeles where she found work in numerous television commercials.
Her son Ted, a 1970 article in The Troy Record informs us, was a captain in the U.S. Air Force.
In 1992, film historian and biographer Eve Golden interviewed Esther and etched a vivid portrait of a lively and generous woman with not an ounce of bitterness or self-pity.
“I have fifteen grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. They’re all over the world, so I can’t see them now, but I write to them and talk to them… I have had a very long and brilliant life. I’ve been very, very grateful…”
It’s hard to evaluate Esther Ralston’s Hollywood career. So many of her films have been lost. But what we do have reveals a luminous presence whose understated and subtle performances are among the most skillful of Hollywood’s Golden Age.

Esther Ralston in Old Ironsides, 1926.
In almost every interview I’ve read with Esther, she cites Old Ironsides, 1926 as her favorite movie. It’s an adventure film, and also the story of the U.S.S. Constitution, known as Old Ironsides. Said Esther to silent film historian Anthony Slide, who maintained a friendship with Esther and edited her memoir:
“My favorite is Old Ironsides… My people came over on the Mayflower, and they fought in the Revolutionary War and the Civil War and the World War and Vietnam. I think because Old Ironsides is history—American history—that meant more to me than any of the other pictures.”
Esther’s pride in her American roots, her unabashed patriotism seems a fitting tribute for this Hollywood star.
Esther Ralston never again married.
The American Venus passed away on January 14, 1994, in her 92nd year.

Esther Ralston’s filmography.
Copyright © Robert J. Avrech






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compelling stuff…
The greatest single movement of the late 20th century was the equal rights for women. Yes, it has been hijacked by the hard left, sure. But allowing women to finally be able to express themselves as human beings instead of objects, to give them the same chance at developing their own individual spirit- and destiny- is a triumph that the poor Ms Ralston couldn't realize. Repression was systemic- and never challenged.
Sadly, it still occurs. Look at poor Rihanna…
is this morality play a commentary on Ralston or on the mentality of the fan?
Funny you should write that, I was turned down for a job yesterday that I was more than qualified for because I am a married women and the president of the small studio thought that my husband might get upset if I had to work late? I still wonder just what year is he living in?
Anyway, I don't have it nearly as bad as Esther. She is an inspiration.
Thanks Robert
sorry for that; seems a shame. We consider raising a child a parent's first and foremost duty, but that should be YOUR decision, not a studio head's. The biggest lie of Hollywood and the entertainment world in general? That women are give a level playing field. They are either objectified- most common- or deified as crusaders. Rarely are they just treated as plain ol' human beings…
Robert, this is a great story. I have been waiting for part three. Thank you,
Most people would be fortunate to have a spouse who did not want you to work late and be home with them. -whatever year it is. Most women I know who concentrated on their career are divorced. Is that a better path in life? Are women happier for it? Nobody forced Esther Ralston to marry these ridiculous men. Actresses are not known for their wise choices in anything much less husbands. I am glad things worked out well for her but I would hardly call her an inspiration.
I've been waiting, too. It's been so long since part two I was afraid maybe we wouldn't get part three.
Esther would make a great book. Her life spanned so many historic times in this country. I'd love to read more details about how she made it through all those times. The dawn of Hollywood to the Great Depression, World War II. And three homicidal husbands!
I'd buy that book.
Esther never gave up and she didn't become bitter for the rest of her life. Esther was also NOT to blame for her husband's shortcomings. The gambling, drinking and sleeping around were not her sins to atone for.
As for my own situation, my husband thinks of me as an individual with my own dreams and desires and not just a supporting actor in his life.
If nothing else, this is a cautionary tale that has been repeated over and over in Hollywoodland. Celebrities seem so much less able to engage in lasting love and marriage. You see it plastered all over the newspapers every day as they go through partners and marriages, much as we purchase a new car every 5 years or so. As much as I dislike George Clooney, at least he's honest that he's only looking for temporary relationships that don't threaten his celebrity status. At the end of the day in the celebrity community, everything seems to be temporary and sadly insincere.
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one cannot 'own' another human being…
And that is the problem here. It should be a personal decision as to pursue a career or not. Likewise, if one chooses to stay at home and devote their time to the family. What is incorrect behavior, however, is to inflict one's own wishes and dreams on another.
It HAS to be a shared ideal…
Wow! What a story! What a woman..a woman any man should be grateful to even know let alone marry. What fools and losers these men were!
Another excellent piece of Hollywood history, Robert. Thank you again!
Well, It's not that we want to kill them. We just want them to stop talking. It seems like the only solution.
I dont know whether to feel sad for her, happy that she got peace in the end, or what. I guess in some ways it is comforting to me to see stories of women who have screwed up their lives with men worse than me, though.
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Thanks so much for all your comments.
Esther Ralston's career did, indeed, span Hollywood's most interesting and important eras. She knew and worked with a who's who of Hollywood's best producers, writers, actors, and directors. She is emblematic of the hundreds of vaudevillians who found a home on motion pictures. She's also a classic example of the carefree early days in Hollywood when so many stars—innocent and unsophisticated—let careers and fortunes slip through their fingers. Esther never succumbed to drugs, booze or promiscuity. But bad choices in men was certainly her weakness. She deserves a full length biography.
Sorry it took so long to deliver Part III, but I'm on deadline with a script and there don't seem to be enough hours in the day to complete my various labors.
It is not just in Hollywood that people have to choose between career and a balanced life. The political world, the high end business world, being a doctor or lawyer… even if you just want to run the best dam corner deli in the state… You need to decide how much of your attention is devoted to which of the desires of your life.
dcase says above: … It should be a personal decision as to pursue a career or not. Likewise, if one chooses to stay at home and devote their time to the family. What is incorrect behavior, however, is to inflict one's own wishes and dreams on another.
Yes, kudos to George for making his choices, but also to every couple in Hwood that have stood the test of years. And to every individual who aspires to something greater than where they are at the moment.
People have to realize; sometimes, the efforts one needs to achieve don't allow for what "normal" people think of as a balanced life. Just ask my family.
Thank you for illuminating a backstory of Hollywood that shows the struggle and very typical outcome of what "stars" go through in their lives. I hope that people notice that it isn't really all that different from some of the soap operas being played out privately in cities and towns all across this country. Maybe us Hollywood types will then be seen as normal people too. (Yeah, I doubt that.)
Write on with your script.
Thank you Mr. Avrech. I read all three of your articles on this Lady. It made me want to know more. I looked her up and found out that she died in Ventura, CA. I wish I would have known about her. I'm from Ventura and would have loved to have talked to her. Tragic but wholesome all at the same time. What a wonderful story.
There is a serious difference between putting your career first and working together to build a life.
Working together to build a life often means trading off domestic chores and child-care, working alternate shifts, enabling your partner to work late or take a job that requires travel and knowing that he, or she, will be there so that you can work late or odd hours or take a job that requires travel.
Lord knows I'd *prefer* my husband to be home but in our 22 years of marriage we have been separated by military duty for weeks or months at a time (not years, thank you!) and also by his civilian work, one week gone, one week home… for nearly two years. And yes, it's horrible. Sometimes work does that for you and when that happens having a *spouse* to hold down the home-front is the difference between hard and utterly impossible.
It's not the long hours that break up marriages. It's the idea that it's all about you… and that goes for men, too.
Perhaps Naan's husband should go talk to the studio president, say thank you for caring about the families of your employees, and then tell him what the deal is.
I am sure that this will not sit well, but I must be true to what I know…
First, a great many actors and actresses suffer from personality-disorders. They're such natural chameleons that acting just comes naturally to them. Under the surface is a person with no real sense of who they are – so it's easy to become whoever they need to be at that moment.
For women, it's often "Borderline Personality Disorder." These women are absolute masters at making themselves the victim, and hiding their volatile nature from people outside the family. Intimacy triggers their issues, so it's the "spouse" who usually gets the brunt of the abuse. People who don't live in the home would never believe how utterly evil they can be.
Once can happen to anybody.
Twice is really crappy luck.
Three times?
Sorry, Lady — the common denominator here is YOU.
She was a beautiful woman, and a great actress. I'd bet my life savings she also was a "borderline."
How do I know all this? I've got the scars of 66 stitches from a woman you'd swear was Mary Poppins and Donna Reed all rolled into one. I fell for her "victim" routine, and bought her tales of abuse hook-line-and-sinker. It never really occurred to me that she was lying (or delusional) until I sat in a courtroom and watched her tell the same stories – verbatim – about me that she once told ME about HIM.
Thankfully, I was finally able to convince The Court to order a psych eval, and the good Doctor saw through her charades. Our Daughters have thrived in my care and become healthy, impressive, intelligent women. The sickness did not get passed to yet another generation.
Google "BPD Central" and read up a bit — odds are good that at least 10% of you reading this are married to one.
God bless you all…
I just learned that Esther Ralston lived in my house in upstate NY with her daughter Mary Baxter while she worked in Glens Falls. Thank you for posting this, it filled in some of the gaps I had in my quest to learn more!
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