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AMONG THE LILLIPUTIANS 43 appeared in the Denver Rocky Mountain News. It was not a good review. It ridiculed the story, chided the producer and took exception to certain performances. Such criticism was old hat at the bungalow. We held to DeMille's belief that the greater the critical disgust the greater the box-office return. What did catch our attention, however, was an editorial in the News a few days later. The writer, Lee Casey, referred to his newspaper s unfriendly review of Unconquered, then praised the picture in charming classical prose. We felt that his logic was excellent. DeMille was elated. "If that man ever comes to Hollywood ril invite him up to Paradise/' delivering the ultimate tribute to Mr. Casey's social acceptability. Some time after, Mr. Casey came to Hollywood and was ushered into the boss's presence. There were warm greetings all around. Here was a pro-DeMille editor, a species not too numerous. Casey let drop a bit of information that caused Mr. DeMille to raise a promising, almost ecstatic, eyebrow. Casey said he liked good bourbon. In this respect, the boss had a fine surprise in store for the sage journalist. Indeed, the late Mr. Casey was a lover of fine bourbon, as the boys around Denver will attest; but how ardent a lover was yet to manifest itself to DeMille. A dinner of lavish proportions over, DeMille disappeared like an aging gnome into the earth below the cabin. He emerged a few minutes later, blowing honorable dust off one end of a small steel-banded oak cask, which he clasped tightly to his breast. He drew an amount into a water glass, savored the bouquet for a moment, then thrust it grandly toward Casey. By now Casey's gastric juices were like a rampaging moun- tain stream. To DeMille, who rarely imbibed deeply, the speed with which the journalist unloaded nearly half a glassful of the antique stimulant was startling in the extreme. Nor had Casey paused to savor the bouquet. On his face was a look com-