Mildred, more familiarly Middy, even more familiarly Mitty—I believe that is her name at the Roach studio where she is the only girl and the pet of the lot—is small, blonde and impulsive. Her eyes are hugely grey, her mouth quite red and given, after each little rush of words, to remaining surprisedly open. It is quite bewitching.
For a comedienne, she is amazingly in earnest. For a resident of Horribul Hollywood she is astoundingly, impossibly, patently nice. And sweet. And, on the whole, adorable.
—Motion Picture Magazine, October 1922
Mildred Davis and Harold Lloyd, 1930s. From one of his 35mm sound home movies:
H: Darling, do you feel foolish?
M: Very foolish, dear. (looks up) Who crocheted this?
H: Nevermind.
M: Out? (walks off screen)
H: No, no, no. You’re not through yet!
M: Excuse me, but you said “alright”!
H: Alright, let’s see. I think… are you anxious to go to Europe?
M: Are you? I’m with you, sweet.
(Harold comes and gives a kiss)
M: Angel.
H: Hot stuff.
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