Life — December 17, 1896 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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notoriety, add timely touch and up-to- dateness. ‘* How I Became a Morphine Fiend,” by Fannie Dashington, the Bur- lesque Queen, and ‘The Secrets of the Sawdust Game, and Bunco Steering in all its Branches,” by Appetite Ike, the celebrated dispenser of gold bricks, are perused eagerly by all. To add to this, The Great Sunday Paper, always on the lookout for diversity, is anxious to give instruction in all interesting branches of popular sciences—thus not only teaching the young idea how to shoot, but to stab, garrote and sandbag as well. * * * N article on ‘How Knockout Drops are Made and Used" will be followed by ‘‘ New Ways of Flim-Flamming,” and then, next in order, ‘‘ The Art of Safe Cracking,” with directions and diagrams so explicit that the veriest novice could not help but grasp the subject first and the securities afterwards. These timely tips for the criminal classes have not THE YOUNG CHAP WHO LOST HIS GIRL ALL ON accou: ILL WOMEN TAKE AN INTEREST IN POLITICS, PROFESSOR ?"" “WHEN IT BECOMES A FAD.” 505 been unappreciated, either. For in- stance, an article on ‘t Toxicology; or, How to Make Poisons at Home,” created quite a furor at the time of publication among persons unhappily married, and others with aged but hale and hearty wealthy relatives, as the for- mula of many “insidious deadly drugs, that leave no trace,” were published in full. ‘Murder as a Fine Art,” “Great Criminals and Their Methods,” and other similar interesting topics, are treated week by week in the same'com- plete and interesting manner. * * * Tis no wonder, then, that we can afford to laugh to scorn the discordant croakings of those who claim The Great Sunday Paper is the instigator of crime, a panderer to the depraved and vicious, and a hand-book of horror and evil doing. According to the test by which we determine and the standard that we have set—success from a money-making point of view—The Great Sunday Paper is a survival of the fittest, an epitome of modern advancement and higher culture for the lower classes, and long may it prosper! If we have insane asylums, jails, reformatories and peniten- tiaries, they should be filled, or the pucrile philanthropy of criminal molly-coddling and slop-shop reformation would become a lost art. Therefore the part played in this, if nothing else—if it so be we are unappreciative of the delicate humor of the comic section, or the deeds of daring done at space rates by the young lady reporters — should at least be remembered to the credit of The Great Sunday Paper! CARELESS SPEECH IN WHICH TH only thing more entertaining than anticipation of the unexpected is expectation of the impossible. THOSE MEDICAL LECTURES. R. ALBERT LEFFINGWELL made the following statement in reference to the so-called ‘infamous experiment” of Magendie: This experiment—which, we are told, passes even the callousness of Germany to repeat; which’ every leading champion of vivisection in Great Britain reprobates for medical teaching ; which some of them shrink even from seeing themselves, from horror at the tortures neces- sarily inflicted ; which the most ruthless among them dare not exhibit to the young men of England—this experiment has been performed publicly again and again in American medical colleges, without excit- ing, so far as we know, even a whisper of protest or the faintest murmur of Temonstrance! According to which the American medical student is not likely to turn out a ‘hysterical sentimentalist,” as the vivi- sectors call us. No humanagony—unless his own—is going to disturb him very much. For ourselves, personally, we would much prefer falling into the hands of a surgeon who has sought amusement in other fields.