The Photo-Play Journal (Jul 1919-Feb 1921)

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February , 192 1 The Life of the Party From Irvin Cobb's Story in the Saturday Svening Post Fictionized from the Photo-play by LEWIS F. LEVENSON MILLY HOLLISTER was speaking before the Better Babies League. Fashionably dressed women were in her audience as she held in her hand a bottle of milk which she used as a means of visualizing her appeal. "We must battle this octopus evil," said Milly. "Do you know that the Milk Trust used thugs and criminals to stifle honest competition ? And having stifled competition, it raises the price of milk penny by penny, each additional cent taking its toll of tiny lives? And this while you are comfortably sleeping, while some mother struggles all night for the life of her child, battles to meet the demands of the trust? Bestir yourselves. Do something. Fight this ugly combine. Destroy it. Your chance is coming with the election. Find out which candidate is willing to carry out the dictates of the trust, which will fight a clean battle against it." The members of the league were moved by Milly's appeal. As they made ready to leave, Mrs. Catherine Carraway approached Milly and whispered to her: "We'll need legal advice in this fight. I'm going to call on Judge Voris, Milly. Will you go with me?" Milly flashed an enigmatical smile and blushed at Mrs. Carraway's question. She listened to the explanation of the president of the league, as she told her of the demands she would make of the Judge, who, it happened, was running for Mayor. Indeed, it was not until Mrs. Carraway's limousine had deposited her and Milly at the building in which Judge Voris had his offices that she learned the reason for the girl's confusion. "I never noticed that ring, dear." Milly maintained her record of a blush an hour. She said nothing. But when Judge Voris greeted her warmly, and drew her aside, Mrs. Carraway guessed. "You're engaged to the Judge, aren't you?" she asked, when Milly returned. "Well .... if you must know. ..." "You darling . . . . " Mrs. Carraway cooed. Then she attended to the Judge. "We've come to see you on business," she explained. "For the sake of the poor babies we intend to prosecute the milk trust." Voris leaned forward, rather surprised. He listened attentively. Then he replied: "An attempt to secure an injunction restraining the milk trust from raising prices is a delicate matter. I should advise you to abandon the project." He smiled, but Mrs. Carraway did not return his smile. It was Milly, however, who retorted to the Judge. "Well, then, we'll get a good lawyer to fight for us." She looked defiantly at Voris, while Mrs. Carraway evinced her pleasure at Milly's stand. The older woman held up hei hand impressively, as she said : "I know the man. Prosperous .... popular .... dignified .... solid! Algernon Leary!"