The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

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was a daily visitor to the Granada Sanatorium, where Robert was making little headway to recuperation. Virginia cried night after night until her aunt begged her to leave San Francisco. "What good can all this grief do you?" insisted her aunt. "It's pitiful, but there's nothing you can do." After weeks of reasoning, Virginia finally consented to leave the city. Robert died a month later. Mrs. Deltag, Virginia's aunt, rented a home at 504 N. Wilton Place in Los Angeles. Virginia, normally a healthy happy girl of 125 pounds, weighed 108 and had deep circles under her eyes. A local doctor with a feeling for psychiatry recommended that Virginia give up her dress designing, forget the past and find a happier field of occupation. Virginia told her aunt, "I'm a jinx. As soon as I love a man, something terrible happens to him." Her aunt told her all her unhappiness was over. From now on it would be smooth sailing. In the winter of 1917, soon after America entered World War I, Virginia went to a War Bond party. A thin, wiry, handsome young man asked her to dance. He was a wellknown Hollywood director named Irving Lehrman. Halfway through the dance he supposedly said, "My God, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your beauty reaches out and pulls me inextricably into the trap." She melted before such rich language. When Henry picked Virginia up for their first date, he told her aunt, "I'm going to marry your niece." They never married, but he did defeat her supposed jinx on men she loved. No harm ever befell him. Though Lehrman and Virginia dated steadily, she did occasionally go out with other men on Henry's theory that it was good for her budding career as motion picture actress. It was inevitable that a beautiful girl, always on the arm of a famous director, should end up in pictures. Lehrman put her in two pictures he directed. The first was Fantasy, in which she played a department store 16