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GIVE FATTY A BREAK?
Not because he has "suffered enough" —but because he's innocent!
Wide World
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(Left) Minta Durfee Arbuckle, the woman who stood by Arbuckie during his hour of need. They've been divorced since— but they're still friends and her loyalty to him at the time of the trial was splendid. (Above) Arbuckle and Addie McPhail, his present wife. They married recently.
It seems almost incredible that the American public put a ten years' ban on an innocent man— yet that is what this author firmly believes— and produces amazingly strong evidence to prove his contention. He was a newspaper representative at the time of the famous Arbuckle case and he covered it from start, to finish. He claims that a chain of unfortunate circumstances made everybody believe that Arbuckle was guilty, although actually Fatty was innocent. Read this story with an open mind and then see what you, in true fair-mindedness, think
a suite of rooms in the St. Francis Hotel. Virginia Rappe, a destitute and friendless extra girl who had come up from Hollywood with Al Semnacker, a man old enough to be her grandpa, crashed a party Arbuckle gave in his suite. She drank some gin.
Numerous witnesses testified that gin had always had a tragic effect on Miss Rappe. It congested her insides, cramped her, tortured her, made her tear off her clothes in an agonized fight for breath, for relief from pressure. Several times in public places the unfortunate young woman had gone through this distressing condition. She
was always in pain during these spasms, always in shame and humiliation afterwards. But the affliction was chronic, as^was her love for gin. She could help neither her appetite nor her unhappy condition.
She drank at Arbuckle's party. She went to the bathroom, tore her clothes from her, and fell in agony on the floor. Arbuckle found her there, writhing, moaning. He called the other women at the party.
These women took charge of Virginia, and gave her first aid. They rubbed her with ice, incidentally, believing that cold applications would (Continued on page 101)
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