After firing his assortment of guns under water Andrew Tuohy collects the bullet 'blossoms' and makes what he calls tactical flowers for his mother. Both the pictures of the guns being fired and the flowers made from the bullets, pictured at the link, are artistic and beautiful.
This photo, with the accompanying caption, ran in papers back in July 1952.
Self-Portrait of a Suicide
A love of photography and a dislike of mice caused a London photographer to rig this trap that caused a mouse to take his own picture and his life at the same time. The trap was wired to the camera so that tripping of the trap mechanism also tripped the camera shutter. The killing spring is about to come down on the neck of the rodent here as its first nibble at the cheese sprung the trap.
They call it butt chugging actually it is an alcohol enema. Without passing through the stomach the alcohol gets absorbed faster so the effects are felt sooner. The person's blood alcohol level increases faster also and that can be dangerous because they are unaware of how much they have 'consumed'. At a recent frat party in Tennessee a young man was hospitalized with a BAC of 0.448 from butt chugging. I'd rather drink my booze thank you.
Since readers seemed to enjoy Bill Haley's "Candy and Women," we now add another of his pre-rock'n'roll songs, which qualifies--by a couple of lines on Native Americans, and a general reckless disregard for human and animal life--for our category of pre-PC weirdness.
"Pappy wound up with four deuces, and the squaw with six papooses."
1952 was the year that the panty raid craze hit campuses across America. One of the primary goals of the raids was to cause chaos and commotion (and grab panties, of course), but a few students at the University of Idaho decided to use the raids to achieve a greater social good. They conducted a "reverse" panty-raid. This involved showing up, "whoopin' and hollerin," in the middle of the night at a female dormitory, and then they auctioned off panties to the girls, instead of stealing panties from them. They donated all the proceeds of the auction to the Crippled Children's Fund. It was a nice gesture, but the slogan they chose for the event, "I'd Give My Panties for a Crippled Kid," probably wouldn't pass muster with the guardians of political correctness on campuses today.
Much like an episode of CSI, a missing girl's remains were identified by DNA recovered from the digestive system of maggots. The remains were indistinguishable because they had been burned beyond recognition. When the recovered genetic material was compared with the DNA of the father of the missing girl it was a match.