YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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72 Yes, Mr. DeMille little that yielded much. His eye was drawn to a member of the troupe, a pretty miss, genteel and even as a girl with a composure that placed soothing reins on his restlessness. Over coffee and doughnuts the acquaintance grew into romance. They toured the towns, endured the one-night stops with Sothern and Marlowe. Two years later, on August 12, 1902, Cecil and Constance Adams, daughter of Judge Frederic Adams of Orange, New Jersey, were married in New York. Hollywood was a decade away, and the years in between were to be filled with hardship and job-seeking. DeMille kept a reminder of those days-"a badge of poverty," he called it. A trolley token! Td walk from 14th Street, New York's theatri- cal district then, to 125th Street to save a nickel carfare/' 2. THE founding fathers were seasoned warriors. They bore the scars of war fought behind closed Hollywood doors. Left on carpeted battlefields were the bodies of competitors pierced, Brutus-like, by the daggers of power merger, power finance and power manipulations. Historians have yet to set a serious hand to this free-wheeling era. They have been content to leap from peak to peak like polite mountain goats, deriving their notion of what actually occurred from studio statistics and publicists paid to overpower historical fact like roustabouts pegging down a tent flap. Others, a quite sizable group, have written their chronicles from the recollections of the warriors themselves, who were apt to be the kind of historians that warriors usually are, shaping history from their own bias. For this reason as much as any, Hollywood can boast of some- thing the scientific mind usually rejects—a multiple birth. Ap-