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

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54 P ho i o P I ay Journal The Road to Strength Have you found it? Are you satisfied with your present condition? Life is a fight of the fittest. The weak are trodden down by the strong. It is therefore up to you to prepare yourself and build up that body of yours for the fight. Enter the conflict and be a success. No one cares for the failure. Be a Man of Strength and Power What I have already done for thousands of others I can do for you. I will broaden your shoulders, deepen your chest (increasing your lung power) enlarge your arms and strengthen every muscle of your body. I will fill you with vim and pep so that you will be admired for your perfect physique and d o m i nance of strength. Send for MY NEW BOOK "Muscular Development" It tells the secret. Handsomely illustrated with 25 full page photographs of myself and some of the world's best athletes whom I have trained. 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Our new automatic Wireless Instrument, "The Natrometer," furnished free to every student! Write for this free book of interesting facts and valuable information. NATIONAL RADIO INSTITUTE Dept. 439, WASHINGTON, D.C. 5000 PHOTOPLAYS NEEDED Working girl receives $10,000 for ideas she thought worthless. YOURS MAY BE VALUABLE DETAILS FREE^V^S. ^e0asue Songs Published on Royalty We revise, compose, arrange, engrave, proof, print, publish, copyright, advertise and sell music. Write for our royalty music publishing offer. Do not send us poems until you have received offer. We are music publishers, not mere composers and arrangers. We attend to every detail from receipt of poems until regular copies are ready for display and sale in music stores. BRENNEN'S MUSIC HOUSE Suite 203 2 West 123rd St. New York The Life of the Party {Continued from page 8) When the print was developed it was rushed to Voris. He was dazed as he looked at it. Was it possible that Leary would win his girl as well as the election? He would stop such a contingency by showing the print to Milly. He hastened to her home and confronted her with it. "How dare he?" Milly cried. "That's the kind of a man you are supporting," Voris told her. "But how dare you come with a message of that sort? You know it was a frame-up. And I don't want to see anything of Leary, either." Voris took his hat and left. Luckily for him he did not see Leary coming up the street or ringing Milly's bell. The maid answered. "Miss Hollister is not at home," she told Leary. He was puzzled. "How is that?" "She is not at home to you at all," he was told. The door slammed, and Leary, with sinking heart, hastened to his office to call Milly on the phone. Explosively she told him what she thought of him, so explosively that he had to ring off. But he was undaunted. He called Mrs. Carraway. "I'm coming to your party. I'll come in costume. I'll come in anything," he told her. Mrs. Carraway was pleased. He buzzed on, indefinitely. "Yes, I'm coming. I'll play all the games I know. I'll be the life of the party!" And so on Friday night when the children's party at Mrs. Carraway's was in full swing Leary was present, Milly was near at hand, and Voris, ever ready to trick his opponent, was about to play the card which would bury their rival forever. Voris, again in conference with his henchmen, planned to get Kate in Leary's bedroom before he reached home from the "fool party," as Voris called it. By means of his political influence it would be easy to raid the place, give Leary all the undesirable publicity possible and to save Kate from prison by having Voris try the case. At the party Leary had the time of his life. He extended himself to the limit in an effort to please, and to please Milly. And they went the gamut of kid games, tag, post-office and blindman's buff. It was in the latter game that Leary had the inevitable clash with Milly. A clash it was as she ran into his bulky form. She switched away from him, tossing her curls, but he caught her fairly and held her. "I've got you," he said. "And the forfeit is a kiss." She broke away, he after her. And it was only when he had cornered her and demanded his reward that she showed him the ring she wore about her neck and told him of her engagement to Judge Voris. At Leary's apartment plainclothes men had been planted during the evening and everything was in readiness, even to the point of French Kate in a French negligee. When Leary left the party, saddened by the news he had heard, he was ready to fall into the trap. But luck was with him, although at first it looked like bad luck. The chauffeur of his car had drunk himself to sleep while waiting for him and it was only by shaking him earnestly that he could get a murmur out of him. Snow was falling and Leary shivered under his overcoat, beneath which he only wore the pair of rompers which had been his party dress. Shake as he would, he could not wake the driver. Half a dozen blocks away he could see the lights of the elevated railway. If he could only wake the chauffeur, he could reach home safely. But his efforts were vain. He started to walk when a form slunk out of the shadows and approached him. "Hands up!" he heard a hoarse voice call. The man backed Leary against a wall and began to search the coat pockets. Deftlv he unbuttoned the coat and looked at the rompers. Leary wore. "My God!" he cried. "Who're you?" He pulled the coat off as Leary shivered and shuddered. "Please don't take my coat," he pleaded. The highwayman laughed. "Face about," he commanded. "And stand against the wall until I tell you to move." Leary unwillingly obeyed, while his kneesshivered with the cold. At last he turnedThe street was quiet as a cemetery. The robber had gone, leaving him dressed in the thin cotton. He might have stayed in the street all night if a milk wagon hadn't happened along. While the milkman was busy placing his bottles Leary crept in, hid under the rug and waited untiL he heard a pleasant "Giddap!" "Boo!" cried Leary. The milkman, starting in surprise, fell ofF the wagon and Leary, nimbly jumping into thedriver's seat, whipped up the horses and madefor home. He arrived just in time. Dressed in the rompers, he was able to dodge inside the door just as he heard the martial music of a band.. Through the window he could see the banners. They were serenading Judge Voris, selecting: this absurd hour of the early morning as thetime to show their appreciation of the candidate. Leary slipped into a room and hid as heheard the noise about him. There was a woman in the room but he successfully concealed himself behind a morris chair, escaping: into the hall when she got out of bed to look for the source of the unusual noises she was. hearing. Up stairs went Leary and throughthe hall. Two more lodgers saw him, orrather saw what they thought to be a fat ghost.They gave the alarm and soon a chase was on. "It's a crazy man!" the woman on the lowerfloor told them. Hidden beneath a stair, Leary waited and watched the search. He might have waited until morning if" French Kate had not grown tired of waiting; for him. She had yawned and had fallen asleep and had waked and had finally decided that her prospective victim was never coming; home. So she searched through the drawersof his dressef, found some letters which lookedsuspicious and made off with them, goingstraight to the room of Judge Voris on the floor below. The Judge, at that moment, was making a speech to his partisans in the street. She called him. "What are you doing here?" he said, as heturned from the window. "I can't wait for that dub. But I brought some letters that may get him." The Judge scanned them. "Why, those things are worthless. Every public man receives mash notes. Why didn'tyou stay there as you were told?" An argument began, with Kate using her most expert French. Where it would haveended no one will ever know, had not a detective suddenly discovered Leary under the stairs and given chase to him. Leary raced up, through a hall and swung past an open door. He stopped. He lost his breath. He regained it. He looked in amazement at the scene before him — Voris in pajamas, the woman in negligee. Up the stairs he could hear the thundering feet of the policemen, reporters ■ Voris had ordered, and the other residents of the building. In they rushed. "We've caught you," cried one. "You mean the other man," Leary laughed. He pointed to his rival who stood nervously watching the invasion. "You see," Leary explained, "I was just escorting a lady home from a fancy dress party. It was unfortunate but I find my political rival in a position. ..." He pointed to Voris. Voris indignantly turned on him, telling them to get out, but his words were drowned by the roar of the brass band on the street. It was playing, "The Conquering Hero Comes." {Continued on page 56)