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Mae and Prince David met at Rudolph Valentino's home, and that is a poignant memory in their present bliss. Here they are seen
at their wedding breakfast, with Rudy and Pola.
Oh, to Be Loved by a Prince!
This wish has come true for Mae Murray, who says she never knew what happiness was before she married Prince Divani, though she hated him at first because he stole a kiss before being introduced.
By Aileen St. John-Brenon
WHEN in doubt — commit matrimony. This ancient and honorable pastime is meeting with increasing popularity in motion-picture circles ; and when our hard-working little stars are in need of recreation, along with their tennis rackets, highpowered racers, and California bungalows, like as not they annex unto themselves husbands, not necessarily some one else's. As a matter of fact, other people's husbands are becoming a bit passe in the film set. It is considered far more recherche these days to import a brandnew model, and since Gloria Swanson ventured so successfully into the aristocracy, princes of the blood are preferred.
Impoverished nobility, fresh from the bloodstained palaces of Europe, is selling its family portraits and packing its pedigrees overseas, no longer in , the hope of acquiring j an American heiress, v but an American star.
The studios abound with down-at-the-heel noblemen nurturing an honest wish to share their crests with girls who have had the wit to make fortunes, not merely to inherit them.
Simultaneously bogus counts, pseudo princes
"He is a real man — a man who has worked with his hands." — Mae Murray.
and self-appointed dukes have infested the studios, disguised with foreign accents and clicking heels, bearing credentials on gold-incrusted stationery emblazoned with the arms of defunct royalty — the Czar of Russia, the Emperor of Germany, the King of Silesia and the Rajah of Poppycock.
This being the case, the wcrld is naturally skeptical when announcement is made that a film star has married a foreigner, and scarcely have the blushes ebbed from the bridal cheek ere questionings as to the bridegroom's right to the royal purple begin to
make themselves heard, first over the rattle of the teacups and eventually in the public prints.
Every one remembers the gossip that greeted the Marquise de la Falaise de la Coudraye when she first stepped on American soil in the company of her charming French husband.
His lineage was bruited about from tabloid to tabloid, while all Paris politely laughed at the naivete of the American press.
And so with Mae Murray. No sooner had the words of benediction been pronounced at Continued oh page 100
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