The self-enchanted : Mae Murray : image of an era (1959)

Record Details:

Title:
The self-enchanted : Mae Murray : image of an era
Date:
1959
Publisher:
New York : McGraw-Hill Book Company, Inc.
Volume:
The self-enchanted : Mae Murray : image of an era
Leaf #:
00013
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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1 'M'MiM'M'M'M^M'M1 She was there after everyone had left the theatre, a fluffy-headed blonde girl perched on the edge of her seat first-row balcony, still lost in the show she'd seen. She was Irene Castle in blue chiffon, swaying in Vernon's arms to the music of "The Syncopated Walk." Each step was part of a language she knew by heart. Her feet moved. "Sit still!' the man next to her had muttered during the show. But how could she — she was a dancer. It was better with him gone, all of them gone, the empty darkness bright only for her. To be a star in the biggest hit on Broadway. To be as adored as the Castles were, to have Irving Berlin write a show for you and have the great Dillingham produce it. To set the whole world dancing ! Her hands, stung from clapping, lay together as in prayer. That's how the cleaning women found her? after every matinee. They'd lug brooms and buckets into the New Amsterdam and there she'd be, leaning against the balcony rail. In profile she resembled a Nell Brinkley drawing in the Sunday supplement, sharp straight nose, languid eyes, small mouth pouted to a kiss.