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Nov 3, 2023Liked by Caroline Rance

In the central New York State town in which my father grew up there was a country physician. He determined to improve his anatomical knowledge so he ordered a cadaver which was supposedly shipped to him from Chicago, pickled in a barrel. He dissected it, cleaned the bones & laid them on the large roof of his outhouse to dry, intending to articulate them. Well, as the story goes, it was Halloween and a group of boys decided (in time honored tradition) to tip the building over. They didn't expect a skeleton to fall on them...

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