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32 Y^ Mr. DeMilk that spanned his career and proved his faculty for inspiring in women a desire to devote their lives to his work. Bessie McGaffey, his researcher, remembered that he once gave her a trained nurse for a Christmas present "to help me get well after an operation/' She found him "soft-hearted and hot-headed, quick as lightning and absent-minded. He has an annoying habit of swooping down on me at the most unlikely moment in search of a script. No, he doesn't remember who wrote it or who was in the cast. It seemed to him there were lions in it. Perhaps there were tigers. Come to think of it the scene was set in France, or maybe it was a farm in Alaska. Anyway, there was a baby in it, and by this time I ought to know the script that he has in mind and would I please locate it at once?" His script girl, Emily Barrye, confessed she had lost some of the best husbands in the world in order to keep her job—"There was that banker from Dubuque, that broker from New York." They were careful to note that he liked women to be feminine even during working hours, but that he "hated red fingernails, bleached hair, too much lipstick or rouge." On the day of his death, three of the old guard were at their desks. Anne Bauchens, who began with him forty-three years before, was turning her attention as film editor to his next project, a saga of Boy Scouts. Florence Cole, his No. 1 studio secretary, was noting down the next day's appointments. She had joined the select DeMille circle thirty-one years ago. The third was Berenice Mosk, his "girl Friday," grave, soft-spoken, intellectual. Berenice Mosk held the most difficult job in the DeMille secretariat, at once secretary, memory jogger, technical expert and clearinghouse for a vast variety of items important to the production. She first joined DeMille some twenty years ago,