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

Photo-Play Journal "I'm not through! I'm going to fight and bust the trust." The women left, after Milly had showed that Yoris' attitude would not interfere with her private opinion of him. As the door closed, two men entered Voris' office from a room in the rear. "You have the spirit," one of them said. He was Guy Bolton, head of Bolton & Co., the great milk distributing company. The other was his henchman, Horace Clay. "If you want our support, you have it from this moment. You've proved your mettle, Yoris, and we'll be glad to do anything we can for you in the coming mayoralty fight." Across the street Milly and Mrs. Carraway had gone, to the dignified and solid Butler building in which the dignified and solid attorney-at-law, Algernon -Leary, had his undignified offices. A cigarette-smoking office boy stood at the door. Within were a couple of law clerks and two stenographers, busy at the task of cutting up high jinks, flipping water from the cooler tank at each other, tossing paper balls and making more noise than a menagerie filled with exceedingly lively monkeys. But when the office boy put his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly, the uproar ceased. In walked the "boss," Algernon Leary, as artistic, impressive and substantial as the building he occupied. Substantial Leary was, broad of girth, with a capacious front, and a cold, fishyeye. That is, his eye was cold and fishy in public. In private, however, he was quite as human and amenable to good liquor and merry companionship as the best of men. As soon as he entered his private office he went to his safe, turned the combination and opened it, withdrawing from it a precious bottle of gin and a glass. He held the glass aloft, smacked his lips — and a stenographer entered. Hastily he dictated to her, concealing the liquor behind the desk. She left. Again he raised the glass on high. Again the door opened. An office bov. "Mr. Sam Perkins." "Show him in." And in walked Sam, Al Leary's best friend at law school, his breeziest, live-wire pal. "Why the chilly reception, Al?" Sam asked. "Have to keep up a bluff in front of people," Al explained. "Half of New York is bluff. Have to do it." Al slapped Sam on the back and bade him be seated. "How about one?" Al asked. "Don't see one around here," Sam replied. "Liclc your lips and wait," Al urged. He reached below his desk and whirled the combination of the safe. The door flew open revealing a lifesize bottle of Gordon gin. Al plucked the bottle from its resting place and sat on the edge of the desk as Sam held a glass before him. Zzzz .... sounded a battery of bell buttons. Doors flew open. Clerks, stenos, boys flocked in from all directions. And the bottle descended hastily to the floor. "I sat on the buzzers," Al explained, after he had fired hurried instructions to the employes. "Now let's have a drink." Again they went through the motions, but again the door opened. This time it was a messenger boy. "Letter for you, sir." Al tore open the envelope. His mouth opened in surprise. His eves resembled saucers. "Read this." "Algernon Leary, Esq., Attornev at Law, City. Dear Sir: Your communication received some time ago, has just come up for consideration. We would like to retain you as our herewith our check for five thousand If you wish to decline our offer, tear attorney. We enclose dollars as a retainer. up the check. CAST Algernon Leary Roscoe Arbuckle Milly Hollister Viola Daniel Sam Perkins .Roscoe Karns Mrs. Carraway Winifred Greenwood French Kate Julia Faye J' oris Frank Campeau A Lasky Production, directed by Joseph Henaberry and fictionized bv permission of Famous Players-Lasky Corporation. Yours truly, Bolton-Clay Milk Association." "You must be coining money here," Sam hinted. "It costs a bunch of money to keep up an expensive front. This arrived just in time." "Mrs. Carraway and Milly Hollister," the office boy announced. "Show them in." Milly and her superior officer in the Better Babies League entered, Mrs. Carraway assuming her usual air of dignity. She introduced Milly and smiled as she noted Algernon's bashfulness as he greeted the girl. "We want to ask a big favor," Milly began as she accepted the chair Leary offered her. She glanced up at him with her brilliant fascinating smile. "Granted! I'll jump out of the window or stand on my head ... or ... " She laughed. "Of course there will be no fee," Mrs. Carraway added, "but we wTant you to fight the milk trust." Leary looked at the check which he held in his hand. He frowmed. He looked up. He looked at Milly. He thought, quickly and deeply. Finally the struggle was over. He straightened up and made his little bow as he said : "Miss Hollister .... er ... . and Mrs. Carraway .... for vou I would