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80 Yes, Mr. DeMille and when she returned the second time he offered to pay her twenty-five dollars a week to take dictation in long hand. "A blow in the face would have been more of a compliment. She raged and stormed and said she would never think of accepting such a thing, and finally I said, Well, if you want to act, I will give you just one day's work/ " She performed well in a small but important part, and at the end of the day was handed ten dollars—double the usual rate being paid then by the Lasky company. Once more she stormed into DeMille's office, threw the money on his desk and reminded him that she had been paid $100 a day working for D. W. Griffith. That, or nothing, was her price, she said, whereupon DeMille obligingly pocketed the money, smiling serenely as the young woman angrily departed for the third time. Later DeMille called her in for a long talk, and after telling her that she did not have the right kind of a face for the screen, persuaded her—for twenty-five dollars a week—to try her hand at script writing. He dictated four manuscripts to her and after the fourth told her to go home and write the script of his fifth picture, "The first thing she had to do was make me a brief outline of it. When she brought it in, it was full of mistakes, and I hauled her over the coals for each of them. I told her that she wrote like a plumber. I am sure I was frightfully insulting to her, but that kid took it and plugged along, and I think she rewrote the whole thing six times. Jeanie had no physical strength but she was like a tarantula—when she got her fangs into anything you could not shake her loose. During the rewriting of that fifth play, I fired her regularly, but it did no good, for she would always come back with another version of die script. We worked half the night, night after night, and I used to keep her at the plant through all that, and she would drop from physical exhaustion. One night, after we had worked until one or two o'clock and were about ready to go home, I missed her, and looked everywhere for her. Finally, I saw a foot sticking out from the back of a pile of shingles. I investi-