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184 Yes, Mr. DeMilk her to look at herself, at her position, to note how her hands were clutching, and the position in which her head had fallen, and the condition she had gotten into through letting herself go and breaking through that shell in which she had been living. I told her not to move, but to think, and soon she realized that the fear was gone, and she said, 1 know what you mean/ After that she had an easy road to stardom." 6. A LARGE population of extra and "bit" pkyers mi- grated from one DeMille picture to another and we were be- sieged daily by appeals from actors hungering for a "DeMille credit." Old-timers, particularly, knew from experience that a DeMille part was not something easily come by. The reward often went to the actor with the greatest zeal and ingenuity. Mr. DeMille usually treated petitioners kindly, and on occasion would hire a player for the witty manner in which his attention was courted. For this reason the older and wiser employed a special ap- proach. They would maintain a luncheon-hour watch at the lot entrance next to the bungalow. At a pre-arranged signal, often from a staff member, they would hurry to DeMille's side as the producer emerged from the bungalow followed by his retinue of assistants. DeMille always walked briskly to the studio cafe a few yards away, so it behooved the job-seeker to be fleet of foot, speed to DeMille's side and quickly blurt out the supplication, which was always most carefully rehearsed. Probably the most historic of such entreaties was uttered by a middle-aged woman who, with a Paramount guard bearing down upon her, cried, "Mr. DeMille, you probably don't re-