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"HIT SEX HARD!" 199 of the men picking up the girls above their heads, and run- ning off with them Several young nobles (very drunk) grab pretty dancers, pulling them down into their laps, bend them back, giving them wine, etc. One man—a soldier among the rest of the patricians-fills his Roman helmet with wine, and gives it to woman next to him, whom he is caressing The guests at the feast are leaning forward eagerly watching the Chief Dancer, whose long scarf has almost unwound. The last of it drops from her, as she reaches the throne, entirely nude. (Very beautiful, though very small figure.} Kneeling, she offers winecup to patrician woman, who graciously takes it. DeMille heroines were not women of half-formed purpose. Their influence was in no way local If vain, it generally de- veloped that a nation's fate hung on their vanity. DeMille felt he had perfected such a female in Delilah. Few storied sirens exerted such a hold on the showman's imagination as the harlot of Gaza. It appeared Delilah was just about the perfect vamp. She was beautiful and sexy, she knew the power of the com- bination, and how to use it That made her dangerous. With Delilah, DeMille utilized an old maxim, "Every man hurts the thing he loves," but reversed it, and carried it further. In his story, Delilah destroys her lover, himself a lad of some strength. She thus eliminates a Jewish hero who has been a stumbling block to Philistine supremacy, a solution satisfactory to DeMille if not to Bible scholars. In the climate of a DeMille plot, betrayal played against lust, greed against human flesh. The hardest wallops were de- livered by silken ladies with powdered cheeks and ruby lips. When a blushing youth was pitted against a full-blown DeMille female, there could be little doubt which one was in for a fear- ful shellacking. As individuals, DeMille heroines would hardly be suitable for a Sunday school cantata, but it is easy to see how an organized group of them would add up into quite a strik- ing force. With soft touches (they always appeared eminently