Life — September 9, 1897 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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W HER, AN’ YER DON’ WANT TER. ; BEGGARED TWO BLACK, AN’ SHE'S A LOOKING ROUN’ FOR ANOTHER WicTIM I” CREAM FIEND Oj D; SH A Suggestion. LEARNED professor of Clark University has come into the field with a defense of vivisection which triumphantly refutes the ob- jections thoughtless persons are fond of urging against it. Vivisection, he finds, is absolutely necessary for the study of living activities, and very fortunately, this being the case, it is SHE’S DE ICE- BOYS AN’ A ITALIAN BOOT- also sanctioned by the divine order. The coming into existence of cach living creature is clearly nothing but a prolonged experiment in vivisec- tion, conducted, too, without the use of anesthetics, and since nature in- dulges in such practices, it is obvious that medical students are justified in doing likewise. Far be it from us to question the gentleman's premises or to criticise his logic; it is well known that the practice of vivisection gives such a mental training that it is im- possible for one not so qualified to comprehend the close reasoning and striking logic of its defenders; but we venture one suggestion. It is evident that, however unrea- sonably, animals have an objection to being cut to pieces, torn apart, baked, poisoned, or otherwise experi- mented on for the good of mankind and the edification of medical stu- dents; it is also evident that there are a number of sentimental and in- credulous people who, in spite of the assertions of its apologists, believe Afternoon Tea. UST a cup of frailest style, Just a fleck of cream, Just a glimpse of Edith's smile— Fleeting as a dream. Just a tiny silver spoon, Carved and filagreed ; Just a dainty macaroon, Such as fairies knead. Just an airy, sugared kiss, Served from Edith’s dish; As I took the crumbling bliss Edith read my wish. Just a fragrant, curtained spot Where the roses be, Where a blue forget-me-not Nods in sympathy. Just those dainty finger-tips, Which I clasp once more; Just a touch of girlish lips— And the tea is over. Erin Grahame, that vivisection is a crucl and fre- quently a useless practice. Why should not gentlemen like the pro- fessor referred to above refute the objectors, and prove the perverseness of the objecting animals by offering themselves for purposes of experi- mentation? They are convinced that the dissection of living creatures is a necessary and divinely ordained institution. What higher destiny can they hope to fulfill than to give themselves up, a willing sacrifice, to their brother vivisectors? How can they better serve science, or prove more truly that devotion to the good of their race which now leads them to vivisect dogs and cats with a self- sacrificing fervor equalled only by Artemus Ward in the case of his wife's relations? The altruistic aspect of the case alone ought to be sufficient, but there is a practical side no less important. Think of the advantages of experi- menting ‘upon subjects who could give a scientific description of the