The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

also thought that, because Arbuckle was so involved, she should run down the hall and tell him what was happening. Arbuckle was smoking a cigarette and pacing the room, worrying about a picture of his opening in Chicago. The exhibitor had promised to call him at the hotel at 3 p.m. to let him know what the proceeds of the first matinee performance was. He was discussing it with Al. Zey waited until Arbuckle was through talking, then said, 'Virginia is very sick. She isn't any better. Maude wants to call another doctor . . Arbuckle flipped his cigarette out an open window and said, "I don't care if you throw her out a window. But don't bother me with that drunk." He continued talking to Al. Al turned to Zey and said, "Can I help? She's a good kid, that Virginia." It was Arbuckle who answered. "I need help more than she does. Let's call Chicago." It was apparent at this time that Arbuckle had not the faintest notion of how ill Virginia was, or of how terrible the consequences could be if she were seriously ill. But more than that, it was clear he didn't know how involved he was. Zey just shrugged and went back to the room. Maude called a Dr. M. E. BummeL whom she knew. He was in and was told that a young actress was ill. At first he balked about going out on Labor Day, but when Maude became tearful he promised to go right over. Between the time that Maude called and the time the doctor arrived, the girls took turns putting warm compresses and thai ice on Virginia's abdomen. The warmth was the first sensible measure taken since Virginia was hurt. It was at least a pain reliever of sorts. Dr. Bummel was a tall, grey-haired, slim man. He immediately took in the seriousness of his case. After no more than a three-minute examination, he said, "We've got a very sick girl on our hands. It looks 47