YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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260 Yes, Mr. DeMitte in hand, shouted encouragement from a high platform nearby while a trainer goaded the lion with flicks of a long whip. Miss Swanson's father watching the scene shook his fist in helpless rage at DeMille. Miss Swanson never budged a muscle while the lion roared at his heckler. A half hour later the delayed reaction hit her. She broke down and burst into DeMille's office, crying hysterically. "What's the matter, young fellow?" he asked. He always addressed her by that nickname. "I-I'm tired!" she bawled. "I can't work tomorrow!" DeMille smiled. "I've been waiting for this. At last you've shown you're a woman, not an automaton. Here, take anything you like/' He pulled out a tray of jewelry from one of the most exclusive shops in Los Angeles. "I picked out a gold-mesh evening purse with an emerald clasp," Miss Swanson relates, "and immediately felt much better." Miss Swanson in later years reflected upon it as "the greatest thrill" of her film career, comparing it with another type of experience, the thrill she received "when they first put my baby in my arms." DeMille was pleased to note the comparison; there was no doubt as to which event he considered the more important. For her feat of flying, DeMille gave Betty Button one of his "medals," a memorial half-dollar, "for spunk above and beyond the call of duty," and another to Gloria Grahame for her game- ness with the elephants. The coin was one of a small number minted in 1937 in ob- servance of the 350th anniversary of Walter Raleigh's colony on Roanoke Island. DeMille bought 2,000 of the issue. Selectively,