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AMONG THE LILLIPUTIANS 39 on Earth but, as she explained it, "when C. B. kissed you on the cheek the next morning and smiled in that shy way of his, you were just apt to forget the trials of the day before/' 5. IT was DeMille's custom to spend weekends at Para- dise, his famous hideaway near a crest of the Sierra Madres, about twenty miles from Hollywood. The staff was certain that he sat on a peak and looked down into the valley like Napoleon watching the tide at St. Helena, brooding over the numerous deficiencies of his staff. Here he gained new strength for the fresh assaults on Monday morning, making innumerable little notes to himself as he spent the weekend reading the material prepared for his approval. The road to Paradise ranch led over a series of concrete aprons rising from the beds of mountain streams. The aprons allowed for traction in the winter when water roared down the mountain, at times reaching radiator high to Mr. DeMille's powerful cars. Before buying the land about 1920 he sent a man to investi- gate. The report was aggressively negative: "It's all rocks and hills and you can't grow a thing on it. There aren't any people within miles, and it would cost a for- tune to install a phone. If the lower road is blocked, there would be no way on earth to get a message to you except by dropping it from an airplane. It's terrible. Loneliest spot I ever saw in my life." DeMille's eyes danced as the man talked. "Great!" he said. Til buy it." The main ranch house, consisting of sleeping quarters for