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42 yes, Mr. DeMille DeMille used to steal away and cruise up and down the coast in the Seaward with the help of a crew of eight, Uninterrupted by studio workers or others, he leisurely read stacks of story manuscripts. On occasion he would board his writers and set sail, For weeks the Seaward cruised about, in touch with the studio by radio while the party devoted long hours to knotty script problems. One day unexpectedly, while the boss was at the studio, fed- eral officers flashed aboard the Seaward, arrested its captain for illegal possession of liquor—eighty gallons of 50-year-old bour- bon! In a choleric rage DeMille denounced the raid with the air of a man struck in the face by the Bill of Rights. He arranged for defense of the captain, assured him he was the victim of foul play, then gave voice to a legal theory on which the de- fense would advance its case, namely, the Seaward was the captain's home and therefore was entitled to have liquor on it. The captain forfeited a $2,000 bond for failure to appear at a subsequent hearing. The fate of the bourbon became veiled in some mystery. It was in bottles aboard the Seaward. The 50-year-old bourbon at Paradise turned up in small wooden casks-the only hint of the connection between the two was DeMille's remark to an assistant a few years ago that "this bourbon was once in danger of being taken over by government lackeys who did not know the difference between public and private property/' DeMille counted on gentlemanly restraint on those occasions when a cask of the ancient spirits was produced for his guests, the restraint to be in inverse proportion to the guest's personal prestige. The staff for years knew of the boss's pride in the age and bouquet of his bourbon; actual sampling was beyond their social ken. It did come about by a concourse of circumstances that a staff man spent a night at Paradise as a guest, and did sample the bourbon. It started with the review of DeMille's Unconquered that