We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
240 Y0s, Mr. DeMille Unconquered, the heroine bitterly scores the hero, a profes- sional revolutionary, "You haven't blood in your veins... youVe gunpowder/' With equal wrath the heroine of Greatest Show on Earth charges the circus boss with having in his veins not blood, but sawdust. Cavett, noted for the fresh vigor of his style, made a few attempts to substitute another line having no reference to the circulatory system, but abandoned the effort when it was obvious he could not break DeMille's staunch affection for his own material During the writing of the Samson story, we trooped up to DeMille's for a hush-hush screening of the old Rudolph Valen- tino silent, Son of the Sheik The film's heorine, Yasmin, had the same trouble as Delilah, apparently; she was forced to hate the man she loved. Yasman lashes out at Valentino, "111 hate you with my dying breath." DeMille, an old hand at dramatizing classic passions, improved on the line quite a bit. He has Delilah hissing at Samson in the big love-through-hate scene, Til kiss you with my dying breath/' The Sheik himself, to prove his strength, bends a sword which the son straightens to show he is Papa's muscular equal. DeMille has Victor Mature as Samson bending and straightening a sword, in virtually the same motion. He found other things he liked, patterning Samson's wedding feast brawl after the silent's night club fight, the central figures in each case using a table as a shield and hurling lighted lamps at their opponents. Often without warning, DeMille would test writers for gen- eral attitude. A young man came to help on the story for Union Pacific. DeMille met him in the corridor, eyed him for a few moments, then said sharply: "Why do you hate the railroads?" The writer, a timid lad, was startled. "Mr. DeMille, I don't hate the railroads." "Then why did you come to work on this picture?" Union Pacific was a saga of violent opposition to westward