Atlanta Constitution, February 16, 1905. An inter-racial acid-toss from down Georgia way. I’m thinking that a chiropodist on a chain gang would have plenty of opportunity for pro bono service, but since this is the foot doctor’s second stretch in stripes and manacles, I guess he wasn’t extracting much spiritual growth from the experience. It’s interesting that the reporter for once took pains to explain why the perp was in possession of acid in the first place. Everybody else in America just happened to have a tumbler or bottle of acid at hand, but chiropodists pack it for a reason. Medical men, by the way, seem to have been exceptionally prone to throwing acid, as we shall see.