Dora Jordan was one of the most celebrated actresses of the late eighteenth century. She delighted theatre goers with her repertoire of comedic performances, was a spellbinding tragedian and was renowned for her classic Shakespearean drama, with roles such as Rosalind in As You Like It and Viola in Twelfth Night. She was also one of the women who pushed eighteenth century boundaries for daring … Continue reading Actress, Mistress of a Royal Duke: Dora Jordan, Leading Lady of the Late Eighteenth Century
As World War One drew to a close, a new terror materialised that would more than double, and some suggest treble, the 16 million people killed during the conflict. A deadly global pandemic was facilitated by an airborne virus, the movement of troops around Europe, global commerce and migration. More died in a single year than four years of the black death, or bubonic plague … Continue reading Spanish Flu: The Deadliest Pandemic The World Has Ever Seen
I look forward to the new Community Pool posting each Monday and admit what turns me away faster than seeing a spider on my Facebook feed is poorly edited work. I have a short attention span and if I see something in the first two or three sentences that I want to correct, I give up. The Community Pool, from what I have seen, is … Continue reading You Asked For A Little Feedback: Here Are My Writing Tips
‘Alas, that England’s hope – her greatest pride, Should thou in youthful loveliness have died!’ The Morning Post, 7 November 1817 Monday 6 November 2017 is the 200th anniversary of the death of Princess Charlotte, the granddaughter of King George III. She died at Claremont in Surrey after a protracted fifty-hour labour during which she delivered a stillborn son. Charlotte Augusta of Wales was born … Continue reading Remember, Remember the Sixth of November: Commemorating Princess Charlotte 200 Years After her Death
On 11 November 1938, a 69 year old Irishwoman died on North Brother Island, New York. She had been held in isolation for 23 years, yet she had not been charged or convicted with any criminal offence. Mary Mallon was born in Cookstown, Ireland in 1869. She immigrated to America when she was a teenager and found employment in domestic service. She developed an aptitude … Continue reading Typhoid Mary: The Tragedy of Mary Mallon
Last week I visited the grave of militant suffragette Emily Wilding Davison. I’ve wanted to visit it for a while and had driven close to it once or twice, but I didn’t want to inconvenience my fellow traveller with a diversion that amounted to a two-hour addition to our already considerable driving time from Surrey, England, to Scotland. Having found myself with a spare morning … Continue reading A Suffragette, Hate Mail and a Grave
Thirty-two years after being built, Walton Prison in Liverpool witnessed its first execution. On 14 March 1887, Elizabeth Berry suffered the ignominy of being the first prisoner and one of only two women to be executed there. The execution chamber was hastily built. It appears that a reprieve for the prisoner was expected and when this was not granted, the Coach House, an outbuilding where … Continue reading Walton Prison’s First Execution: Elizabeth Berry, Serial Poisoner?
The Proceedings of the Old Bailey Online is a fantastic resource for historians and it is one I return to time and again. I’ve used it as a basis for the study of poisoning crimes in nineteenth-century London and for various assignments that needed the bolstering of a primary source or two. It’s a fascinating insight into centuries of crime in London; the crimes that … Continue reading Witchcraft, Petty Treason and Poisoner? Women on Trial at the Old Bailey, London
Emily Wilding Davison’s infamy was guaranteed when she stepped in front of the King’s horse, Anmer, at the 1913 Epsom Derby. Emily, in a long campaign of civil disobedience as a member of the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU), was a vociferous agitator for equal voting rights with men. In late 1911, she attempted to set fire to the contents of the pillar box … Continue reading Suffragettes and the Post: Pillar Box Attacks in Edwardian Britain
The current Hollywood scandal engulfing Harvey Weinstein is sending shockwaves across showbiz communities. Almost daily new allegations emerge from actresses who accuse him of sexual harassment and even assault. Weight has been added to the accusations (if it were needed) as damning audio has emerged of Weinstein trying to entice a female into his hotel room, along with respected Oscar winning A-list stars, Angelina Jolie and Gwyneth Paltrow, announcing that they too were subject to Weinstein’s particular brand of alleged casting couch proclivities. Famous collaborators and notables such as the Obamas vociferously condemn his behaviour and the tsunami of accusations has led his wife to separate from him and his own company to sack him.
Hollywood is used to scandal and no doubt when this one dies down another will at some point emerge to further scandalise the public, whose insatiable appetite will need to be fed. This has been the pattern since the film industry’s inception and silver-screen celebrities were created by powerful movie moguls such as Weinstein. Almost one hundred years ago Hollywood’s first major scandal involving a beloved actor highlighted tinseltown’s lasciviousness, immorality and fast lifestyles, left a man vilified and gave the newspapers of the day enough fodder to sell more copies than when the Lusitania was tragically sunk.
It was the roaring twenties and Roscoe ‘Fatty’ Arbuckle, a nickname he despised, was big in size and big news. He began his career in vaudeville shows and then got his big break as a Keystone Cop, amusing the public with slapstick comedy, his agility unaffected by his large frame. He had earned $3 million in the previous three years for eighteen silent films and he had just signed another million dollar contract. He has big name friends in Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton but his time at the top was going to be short.
On the 5 September 1921 Arbuckle and some friends threw a party in their suite at the St. Francis Hotel in San Fransisco to celebrate his hit silent movie Crazy to Marry during Labour Day weekend. Prohibition laws were ignored and drink was flowing at the party. Virginia Rappe, a 25-year-old fledgling actress was at the party with one of her friends, Maude Delmont. Delmont had a history of setting up men for extortion and in the immediate aftermath, was Arbuckle’s main accuser.
One version of what happened at that party is that Arbuckle took an intoxicated Rappe into a bedroom and sexually assaulted her, crushing her with his enormous body weight, rupturing her bladder. Her screams of agony alerted people and she was first assisted to another room in the hotel before being hospitalised. She died four days later of peritonitis.
Another version is that Arbuckle was about to leave the party and go sight-seeing and so went to his room to change his clothes. He found Rappe vomiting in his bathroom and he helped her to lie down on his bed, left the room for a few minutes and on his return found her on the floor. He went to get help and thus the party-goers witnessed her screaming and tearing at her clothes, something that was noted that she had done previously when drunk. Rappe was settled in another room in the hotel and Arbuckle left to go sight-seeing before returning to Los Angeles.
Whilst the story of how Rappe became ill is disputed, the fact that she was not hospitalised for three days undoubtedly affected her outcome. A hotel doctor and nurse examined her and friends who visited thought she was intoxicated after drinking prohibited alcohol and failed to see the urgency of the situation. She died on 9 September in Wakefield Sanatorium, a maternity hospital, adding the mystery surrounding her death, for why wasn’t she sent to a regular hospital for treatment? Rumours circulated about Rappe’s sexual history and that she had died after an illegal abortion. But evidence was hard to find as the sanatorium performed an illegal autopsy, was this to cover-up the rumoured abortion?
Arbuckle was arrested after Rappe died and was tried for manslaughter in November 1921. With a verdict stuck at 10 – 2 for acquittal he was sent for retrial. The second trial also ended in a hung jury, only this time 8 – 4 for conviction. It was thought that the second defence team did not put forward a solid enough case and Arbuckle did not take the stand to tell his version of events. So a third trial was needed, which took place in March 1922. His defence team worked harder for his acquittal and Arbuckle took the stand, which worked in his favour, as in the second trial not taking the stand was perceived as an admission of guilt. This trial exonerated him with the jury issuing an apology to Arbuckle. But by then the damage was done, sensational newspaper stories had tried and convicted him before a court of law could absolve him of any responsibility. He was briefly blacklisted and spent years trying to secure work. Eventually he directed under the pseudonym of Willian B. Goodrich (Will B Good). After signing a come-back contract in 1933 he died in bed of a heart attack.