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MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE, JOHN—AND CECIL 119 Protestants know what was disturbing the Catholics, and vice versa. DeMille liked Father Lord immensely, found him understand- ing, patient, receptive to ideas that would send hard-shelled clergymen screaming into the Biblical underbrush. The priest was comparatively young then; he confessed to the producer he had had for years an intense interest in the film medium, DeMille, pondering this, may have concluded the youthful priest wanted to make a change, for he asked him one day, "Do you like your life and work?" "Enormously." "You seem interested in Hollywood, and I believe you are alert to the possibilities of motion pictures/' "Yes, very much so/* "Would you consider coming out here, learning pictures from the ground up, working with me on production, and becoming a director and producer?" It was apparent Lord would never qualify as a DeMille yes man. "Not for anything in the world," the young priest replied. "I love my life. I am completely content with it* DeMille, complete stranger to contentment, smiled. "You are a lucky man." About twenty years later a priest did join the DeMille staff, during a sabbatical of several years, and when his official leave was over he advised the producer he was returning to his sacerdotal duties. DeMille did not take kindly to the coming separation, but did manage to maintain a rigid silence. There were dekys in his leaving. DeMille told us he believed the clergyman, a man of intellect, had changed his mind. He felt the priest could do greater good through the far-reaching cinema medium than from the pulpit—echoing once more his mothers logic of a half-century ago. The priest eventually left, and when he had reached his destination DeMille, without our customary aid in letter writ-