The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

Dollie said to Virginia, "I saw you in a picture last week but I forget the name of it. You were a doctor's daughter and you went to India. I thought you were lovely. I wanted to be an actress too, but my boyfriend didn't want me to go to Hollywood. He's jealous." Virginia listened politely. Arbuckle sat down on a divan facing the two girls. "Drink your drink," he said to Virginia. "No seeds in the orange juice." Dollie laughed. "We have to go," repeated Virginia. "I have a script to learn." "That's what I appreciate," smiled Arbuckle. "A dedicated actress. But there's got to be a little bit of joy-juice in everybody's life." The new couple came. They seemed an unlikely couple for a Hollywood-type party. He was a San Francisco furrier, short, bald and heavy. She was a plump little woman, middle-aged and dowdy. She asked for ginger ale and ate several hors d'oeuvres hungrily. Her husband got into a spirited conversation with Zey, using his fur business as bait to trade for her time and attention. About this time an incident occurred that seemed, in retrospect, to have helped to guide the hand of fate. The bathroom in the suite was rather large, and Fishbeck had been using it to get water for his mix. It was in the bathroom, too, that the liquor was stashed. So considering that it was being used for several purposes, the traffic was heavy there. Maude who had had several drinks, told Sherman, "I have a throbbing in my head that's rattling my tonsils." Sherman had the perfect remedy for it. "It's from drinking," he diagnosed, "and a sure cure is a glass of tomato juice. We always have it handy. Come with me." The two went into the bathroom where Maude was given a glass of tomato juice. The door was half ajar. As Maude turned to leave the bathroom, Fishbeck came through the door in a hurry. The two collided, and the 33