Life — July 23, 1896 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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FROM ONE WHO KNEW HIS SUBJECT. ‘OR the benefit of those persons who show a tendency to be influenced by the very hot and positive statements in favor of vivisection that occasionally emanate from some irascible M. D. we print the following. It is from an address by Dr. Henry J. Bigelow of Boston, for many years pro- fessor of surgery in the Harvard medical school : How few facts of immediate considerable value to our race have of late years been extorted from the dreadful sufferings of dumb animals, the cold-blooded cruelties now more and more practised under the authority of sci- ence! . . , Watch the students at a vivisection, It is the blood and suffering, not the science, that rivets their breathless attention. . . . The reaction that follows every excess will, in time, bear indignantly upon this. Until then it is dreadful to think how many poor animals will be subjected to excruciating agony as one medical college after another becomes penetrated with the idea that vivisection is a part of modern teaching ; that to hold way with other institutions they, too, must have their vivi- sector, their mutilated dogs, their chamber of horrors and torture to advertise as a laboratory. LOVE'S HARD ROAD. . NE eye was in mourning and there was a long strip of court plaster across the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he sighed, ‘‘ how correct it is that the course of true love never runs smooth.” “That's right,” said his sympathizing friend, “this trying to kiss a girl on a tandem is not all asphalt and macadam. FABLES FOR THE THE BEE AND JUPITER. BEE, the queen of all the hives, ascended to Olympus with a present of some super-refined honey for Jupiter. The god was delighted with the honey, and in return offered to grant any request the Bee might make. “Give to me, I pray, O Lord of the Heavens! a sting, that, small and weak as I am, I may not be defenceless against my enemies.” Jupiter was quite put out at this demand, as he knew the weapon would be used principally against mankind, whom he much loved. But a god's promise must be kept, so he said: “Tt is granted you." ‘*Many thanks, most potent one!” cried the Bee, running the new-gained weapon in and out with much satisfaction. Jupiter sternly cut short her thanks, and continued : “In using this means of defence and of- fense you will imperil your own life, for the sting shall remain in the wound it makes and you shall die from the loss of it.” The Bee flew around for a moment, and then lit on the back of the god’s neck. “You will kindly reconsider that last clause,” she said, ‘‘ or,” in a very meaning tone, ‘I die right here.” Jupiter felt a cold chill take its agitated way up his spinal column. ‘All right,” he said, hastily. ‘1 don’t want to be small about it. Have it your own way. Only please get off my neck!” The Bee went joyously back to earth, humming a song of praise. Immoral: How to playa cinch (Hoyle). ‘* Put both feet on the encircled object. Rosin the hands, take a long breath and Pué/." Editor ; WE CAN'T USE ANY MORE ANIMAL JOKES THIS YEAR, H.W, Phillips. comicbooks.com