Bust of Carol Janeway by Ossip Zadkine

Information on Carol Janeway was scant at best. She was born Carol Rindsfoofs in Columbus, Ohio in 1913 and died in Manhattan in 1989.  She published what seems to have been at least one magazine article, Decorating with Tiles (which tells how to brighten the home with colorful tiles) in American Home, March, 1947 . She authored the book, Ceramics and Pottery Making for Everyone in 1950. In 1966 she became the first American to design for the British company Josiah Wedgwood & Sons. Some of her work is owned by the Museum of Modern Art. She was married to the noted economist Eliot Janeway for several years. 
 

An interesting tale is told by Eliot Janeway's son (by his second wife) in the book, The Fall of the House of Roosevelt: Brokers of Ideas and Power from FDR to LBJ  By Michael Janeway:

     I was fifteen when I found out that he [Eliot Janeway] was Jewish, born Eliot Jacobstein, and had changed his name - at fifteen.
     At the same moment I learned that my father had had a first wife. Cleaning out some closets for extra allowance, I came upon a set of legal documents, starkly official in blue State of New York folders, certifying the name change in 1928 and his divorce from Carol Rindsfoofs Janeway a decade later.
     Carol had been a Cornell undergraduate in the early 1930s, transferring from Ohio State, She evacuated Ithaca with my father in his senior year and they married; he was nineteen, she was eighteen. In 1932, with no jobs in New York, they'd sailed together for England, where Carol entered the University of London while he studied at the London School of Economics. Blonde and alluring, she, and perhaps he, was not faithful. The marriage floundered during the Moscow leg of the European adventure (August 1933).
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     He returned to England late in the same year without Carol. In a sequence of Groucho Marxian twists, Carol stayed on in Moscow with a new amour, obtaining a Soviet divorce decree in 1934 (that proved worthless in the U.S., requiring a second round of divorce proceedings in New York in 1938 - the documentary residue of which I found in the closet seventeen years later - before my parents could marry.)