The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

The party was getting rough The radio blared, the bootleg booze flowed freely, the September heat mounted, glazing the drunken, lusting faces with sweat. In the center of the floor, two half-nude showgirls argued over their obvious charms, their voices rising above the din. The place: a San Francisco hotel room. The time: 1921, the beginning of the roaring decade, the heyday of Valentino, Barrymore, Chaplin— H and a foolish, roly-poly, $5,000-a-week comic named Fatty Arbuckle. As the party built toward a raucous frenzy, Arbuckle, clad in pajamas, led a slender, pretty girl into . a bedroom and locked the door. After several minutes of silence, a nerve-splitting scream brought the party to a halt. And that scream, from a ravaged young girl, made headlines around the world as the famous fat man went to trial for the rape and death of the lovely Virginia Rappe. FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE TRUE, ■ COMPLETE STORY OF THAT EXPLOSIVE, SCANDAL-RIDDEN CASE f COVER PAINTING BY STANLEY BORACK ' Printed in the USA