YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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AMONG THE LILLIPUTIANS 51 > t very successful one and I grew up in that atmosphere—I ab- sorbed it. The family used to assemble every night after he and Belasco had finished their day's work and Father would read to us what they had written that day and we were asked to comment on it. I want to ask you, Mr. DeMille, if you have ever done some- thing against your fathers explicit desire, but now that you mention that his wish was, on his dying bed, that you should rather become a butcher it seems to me that you went explicitly against his wish. No, I don't think he meant it even. The stage has, of course, great disappointments as well as great triumphs, and I think there was a touch of humor perhaps in his suggestion. On his dying bed? Yes—in his suggestion. Incidentally, on his deathbed, I re- member very well that he would read—not from the book, but from his memory, chapter after chapter of the New Testament —of the Bible. He repeated the church services. Would you describe the scene of his dying bed? Did you see him? Yes—it was something that was very painful to me because he sent for me and he saw the family one at a time—it was in our house at Pompton, New Jersey—and he asked me a ques- tion. And I couldn't answer because I was choked and I couldn't answer—I did not know that he was dying—I didn't know how sick he was even. I was a little boy, but something prevented my talking because my throat was tight as you are when you're about to cry—so I couldn't answer and he waited for a few minutes and he said, "Well, run along and play/' I've never forgotten that and I never could get it from my mind-that he couldn't understand that I wanted to—I'm sure