Life — October 4, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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»> LIFE = eer ing ‘Lexp Mey \ MOON WITH >” Can't po rt, ERE ARE TWO QUARTERS,” SWELL, THAT WILL Do, OR \ DRUNK PICTURE.” HALF DOLLAR TO MAKE OLD MAN FOR LOVERS OF DOGS. SROM our earnest and able-bodied porary, the Journal of Zoophity, we clip the follow- contem- ing. It is gentleman who was an eye- written by a witness of the thing he describes. a large Newfc y bound securely to the by strong cords to each of his legs. He struggles violently, and shakes and rocks the heavy table, but to no purpose —he cannot es¢ At his side one of the professors is injecting chloral, which is anesthetic the skin of th cut carefully oper true Presently a knife is taken, nimal is ) between the ears, the flesh is down tothe skull, But what is that curious instrument in the assistant’s hands? He heats it at a gas jet, and a current is set in motion that produces a red heat at the top, and hh this he sears the flesh of the mutilated animal, The electric cautery thus prevents the poor lacerated creature from mercifully bleeding to death. I had never expected to eli the burning flesh of a living animal, and it came to me that day witha terrible new experience. A brass plate was screwed upon the skull of the animal, and a hole was made thro: to the brain with a circular saw, and into this hole was poured an electric current from a battery on the other table. Look to it, or the dog ful « plunging of the ani c a very power- With the of screws, ete., . will escape, all bleeding and torn as he is. whole arrangement! has become unfastened. Two men hold him, and they fit the plate again and turn more currents © t bral Will he never die ? and my impulse is to e its misery with my pocket-knife. But, no ! electricity into I think to my that will not do, and so I watch for more than two hours these infamies perpetrated in the name of science. I never could have believed, had T not heard, that it was possible for any animal to express human E at dog jd have groaned ; the thing is simply indescrib- fe. I left the place, the victim anguish as that « t time of torture groaned as I sh abl in the hands of his merciless turers, ry man, woman and child who owns a dog and knows what a dog is, probably finds this pretty hard reading. Ar these experiments are carried on every day and in the name of science. A man may kick his wife to death, and he may do it ir name of whatever he selects, but the classification of it will not alter the opinions of decent people. DOUBTFUL, BUT— YoExe TUTTER: Do you think your mother, Miss Clara, would let you go to the theatre with me with- out a chaperone MISS PINKERLY (doubtfully) : She has often said she wouldn't like me to go with any young gentleman I wasn't engaged to. I don’t know, Mr. Tutter HE WAS DEAD. ce Dre: said Mes. Weeds, “ Fean't get it out of my head that possibly my poor dear husband was buried alive. * Nonsense \ STRONG MARKET comicbooks.com