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

"Hush. Poor Lillian is making it the hard way. She's in that awful movie serial Neat of the ~Navy!' "A dancer should never tire," Mae told the girl dragging her feet. "Eat things that grow out of the ground, breathe living air. You know I walk through Central Park every morning before I come to the theatre?" "I can't bear it," sighed Lucille Cavanaugh. "What in the world is there to do in Central Park in daylight?" asked Kay Laurel in such an aghast tone all the others laughed, crowding up the circular iron steps. "Feed the squirrels, watch the birds, breathe. Do you know summer's here ? The park's alive." "Don't tell me Jay goes with you on these nature-study hikes," Olive said. No, Jay didn't go with her. He did something about Wall Street, he did something about polo and motor cars. She really didn't know what Jay did before 5:30. "Get a move on, girls." "Jack Barrymore's going to be at the Knickerbocker." "Did you know Florence Reed had the curtain rung down on him last night ? Late again, and when he came weaving on, instead of his lines he kept saying, 'It's all right, little woman, it's all right.' But it wasn't all right and he's out of The Yellow Ticket:' "I'll console him, girls." "Gaby Deslys and Joe Santley are going to the Knickerbocker, too," Lucille said. "I caught the show last night." "Don't you love that song, 'Stop! Look! Listen!'?" "Suppose Vernon Castle will be there? Let's go to Castle House," said Olive, who was crazy about Vernon. "Everyone's going to the Knickerbocker," Kay said. And everyone did. It was the same every day. No matter where they went, everyone was there; but the Knickerbocker was their favorite spot. "The 42nd Street Country Club," the hotel was called. Fifteen stories of terra cotta and limestone, it rose glittering over Broadway, a French Renaissance structure 30