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THE TRIP
The stage was set. The devil was rubbing his hands in great glee. For the first time in three years Fatty Arbuckle was between pictures, with a script tentatively tided Talk About Love not yet ready for shooting. (It never was made, in view of the circumstances.) Lehrman was in New York, and Virginia was alone and restless in Los Angeles. And to cap it all, the Labor Day weekend was coming up, with more leisure for her.
On Saturday night (the 3rd) Virginia went to dinner and a movie with an actor known to this day only as Randolph. When she came home about midnight, she told her aunt: "At least I fight with Irving. With Randolph, it was so dull I thought I'd scream. We saw Alice Joyce in The Prey and I prayed all through it Randolph would just dissolve into air. I can't stand boredom-''
When her aunt said she thought Randolph was a gentleman, Virginia pouted, "I hate gendemen."
Virginia's manager was a nervous, quick-talking fellow named Al Seminacher. He had done a good job with her career, and she had a lot of faith in him. He often told producers that Virginia was the kind of girl who was destined for stardom from birth.
Al drove a late-model car and was proud of his skill as a speedster. He took advantage of most of his days off by going on fast automobile trips. This weekend he had planned a trip to Fresno. In fact, his car had been in the garage for two days getting a tune-up for the trip.
Al's girl of the moment was a shapely model named Bambina Maude Delmont Montgomery, an imposing name resulting from a recent marriage and divorce.
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