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

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Mae could have wept now without the "Ave Maria." How like Rudy to care for someone wounded. And what could ever become of them ? Her one encounter with Blanca had left her feeling the girl was spiritually bankrupt Rudy wanted a home and children; what did Blanca want? "Rudy," she said, "isn't it strange ? You want so to have love and I am trying so to run away from it." The question for Mae was where to run. Certainly not back to California. She didn't even go to see Mr. Zukor once The Big Sister was finished. She went roller-skating with her friends from the Follies, and went dancing every night. When they told her Olive Thomas had gone out to California, she felt sorry for Olive; she wished she could have warned her. One night when she and Jay were dining at a restaurant, James Montgomery Flagg sat at the next table, sketching her. That was the night she met Mabel Normand. Brown satin eyes and brown satin hat, Mabel came over to the table and introduced herself; she'd just come from the coast "Everyone's talking about you," she laughed; "you've really stirred them up, Mae." "I don't think anyone likes me." "They probably don't. I certainly know one lady with golden curls who hates your insides." Mae looked puzzled. She had completely forgotten the "Merry Pickum" number. "After all, you did play her to a fare thee well in the Follies. Well, what I wanted to say is this, just stand on your own two feet. You're Irish, you can take it." "I don't like Hollywood. I'm not going back." Mabel nodded. "I know. I've said that often myself." She smiled and shook hands warmly. Mr. Zukor phoned the next day. They were calling him from the coast. Where in the world was Mae Murray ? She explained to Mr. Zukor that she was not going back, that it was not what he had promised at all. They had treated her abominably. He asked her to come to the office. 69