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Burial of Amputated Limbs.

At a recent meeting of the Cardiff Board of Guardians it was stated that several amputated limbs had been buried in the workhouse grounds, others had been interred with the bodies of paupers, and some had been sent to the pathological department of the University College, Cardiff. One of the guardians said that a Protestant man coni'plained bitterly on discovering that his amputated arm had been buried with the remains of a young Roman Catholic woman. After a long discussion it was decided that the patients should in future be consulted in the matter, so the next pauper who loses an arm or leg will have a deciding voice as to the company it shall keep. Elephant Attacks a Train. Railroading in the Straits Settlements must be lively. Not long ago a freight train was lumbering along, when a big elephant came out of the woods and undertook to butt the engine off the track. The engineer was afraid to charge the brute, for fear of an upset, and several times reversed the engine in the hope that the elephant would take (that as a sign of surrender, and retire, but it wouldn't. Finally the elephant backed into the engine, and, settling its forefeet firnfty between the rails, endeavoured to push the train backwards with its hind quarters. The engineer promptly put on all steam, toppled over a small embankment, and before it could recover its senses the train passed on. One Too Many. A certain hotel-keeper in a village near Glasgow has lately made his name notorious through selling bad liquor, and so strongly have the villagers resented this treatment, they have resolved to boycott him. The other morning a young lad, the son of a local butcher, entered the bar, and asked for a pint of whisky. 'Do you want ' special,' my boy V inquired the landlord. 'I dinna ken,' answered the lad innocently, 'but it's tae poison ane o' ma faitlier's dawgs.' 'Then don't send me any sausages tomorrow, my boy,' said the landlord.

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Golden Bay Argus, Volume VII, Issue 68, 19 September 1901, Page 2

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Burial of Amputated Limbs. Golden Bay Argus, Volume VII, Issue 68, 19 September 1901, Page 2

Burial of Amputated Limbs. Golden Bay Argus, Volume VII, Issue 68, 19 September 1901, Page 2

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