The sob story of Mae Murray, the ""Little Miss Box Office"" of early filmdom, traces her career from its golden beginning to its crumpled finale and circulates through that garish to gala era of Vanderbilt and Astor and Hearst, De Mille and Barrymore and Valentino (always a close friend). A pretty girl with an incredible innocence and an inflexible determination to succeed-Mae Murray got her first chance to fill in for Irene Castle, then was tapped by Ziegfeld for the stage, Zukor for the movies. Forced (at the point of a gun) to marry playboy Jay O'Brien, quickly divorcing him, marrying her director Bob Leonard who did not find her as physically pliable or passionate as she appeared to her public, this marriage too failed. She fell in love, for the first time, with Prince David Mdivani, but their life together proved to be a succession of scenes and broke over his plans to involve her in a crooked oil deal, at the time of her fall from grace with the studios. Without money, she almost lost her child- to illness; then lost him to the people in whose care she placed him, so that her story ends here as she is alone- with only her dream... A non-literary, almost a screen magazine, handling of a life story with strong emotional sequences- but the name value here may well be faded.