YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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36 Y^ Mr, DeMille preparation for a love scene! Wilde quipped, "That's all right. I swallowed an Airwick." Attention publicity: DeMille wants to talk to you about photo taken of him, fat man and midget. Boss thinks it entertaining. In all the years I've been with Mr. DeMille today was the first time IVe ever been scared. During the big boom shot, fol- lowing Brad driving the caterpillar, Mr. DeMille got caught between the boom going forward, and the jeep coming toward the camera. Everybody got panicky, except the Boss of course, who ordered the take to proceed, Mr. DeMille insisted he wasn't hurt, and later John Crawford who was driving the jeep came over and apologized. Mr. DeMille was very gracious. John said, "I didn't know whether to kill the director or spoil the scene/* And Mr. DeMille replied, "Always kill the director/' Gladys Rosson was his confidante and advisor. "She rules my home and my office," he would explain to vistors. He once related how Mrs. DeMille, upon learning that he and Gladys were going to New York by plane for the first time, exclaimed, "Oh dear me, suppose something should happen to Gladys!" Gladys' management of affairs penetrated almost every level of activity at the company offices in Laughlin Park as well as in the studio bungalow. Who, besides herself, would accompany Mr. DeMille on major trips were mainly her decisions, naturally awaited by the staff with much anticipation. On trips she doubled as valet, usually selecting the shirt, tie and ring to match that he would wear the following day, setting the articles out neatly the night before. She strove as much as possible to preclude the necessity of his lifting a finger. The high mark in this solicitude was reached in the course of preparations for a trip to London, where we had intended to premiere Unconquered until the British Government insti-