Macon Telegraph, August 26, 1911. Let’s take a break from sorrow and tragedy and share a moment of mirth with cartoonist H.B. Martin’s beloved cartoon protagonist, Mr. Inbad, and his dog Ajax. Scoring opium to rub on a sick dog’s back—there’s a situation I think we can all relate to! Read more.
Kansas City Star, July 7, 1921. Neither beer nor whiskey nor dopey junk–sounds like a breakthrough all right. I’m guessing the formula was bought up and filed away in the same secure facility that holds the pill that turns water into gasoline, the secret of anti-gravity and umpteen whirling perpetual motion machines.
Southern Patriot, August 6, 1845. This is intriguing: According to the inerrant Wikipedia, defibrillation was first demonstrated in 1899, and not used on a human until 1947. But here we would seem to have at least a one-off application 54 years earlier. Why no follow up? And where the hell was the current coming from and why was the wire handy? Someone just happened to get a Leyden jar for their birthday?
Tulsa Daily World, December 12, 1922. 1) I’m seeing a pattern here. 2) Even Mexican coke dealers were into mince pie. How the hell did it ever get knocked out of the box by apple?
Morning World Herald, February 14, 1901. “Being suspicious of something”–I love it. Thieving screw.
Kansas City Times, August 6, 1894. That subhed is arguably just a leetle bit racist. Amazing to think that you could once purchase an overdose’s worth of junk for a dime.
Colorado Springs Gazette, January 4, 1897. Mentholated cocaine–that’d put some frost on your tonsils for sure. Can’t see how taking any kind of snuff is going to help with your catarrh, though.
Chicago Tribune, June 4, 1894. Political battles over tobacco additives have a longer and weirder history than you might guess. Read More »
Washington Post, May 27, 1914. Here’s another high-society rhubarb triggered by anonymous correspondence. Read More »
San Francisco Chronicle, April 29, 1911. I dare say the incident recounted below would today end in a mistrial and disbarment. Word balloons above read, from left to right, “”He sold it to a ‘dope fiend’”; “No sabbe”; and “Is that morphine?” Knee-slapping narco-jurisprudential high jinks after the jump. Read More »