Word: knifings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...they seemed as comfortable as any of our other animals. No incisions are made on top of the tail. If flexor muscles were cut eight or ten inches from the base of the tail it would look really phooey. Incisions are made under profound anesthesia and with a knife so small that the slit in the skin can scarcely be seen. I don't know where you got your description but if New York vets are as bad as that I pity the horses. If you tried to find out something about our profession you would be surprised...
...consumed by Jews, who eat two pounds of kosher fowl per capita per week (see p. 24) and pay an estimated $16,000,000 a year to racketeers thereby. A swarthy man will say a blessing over the broiler when his end finally comes, and pass a sharp knife across his knotted gullet. This man will be a shochet (ritual slaughterer), and he will probably belong to an association ruled by gangsters. Even dressed and plucked, the broiler is not yet free of violence, for if his owner does not string along with the corrupt kosher poultry "trust...
...slaughter of animals, or shechitah. Shechitah. The shochet is the one who does the slaughtering. One may not be a shochet if he is a deaf-mute, idiot, minor, one who is intoxicated, an old man with trembling hands (he might press against the throat instead of having his knife go gently forwards & backwards), a non-Jew, or a Jew who spitefully transgresses the laws. The shochet is a man of Hebrew learning, well-versed in Talmud and the laws. His is an honorable profession. He takes a rigid examination before competent authority in all the laws of shechitah...
...herself & mother on the $13 a month she makes at a Huntsville cotton mill. In court she appeared the last word in cracker chic. She still sticks to her story that the Negroes threw six of her seven white male companions off the train, stripped her, raped her at knife's point...
Died. John R. Fell, 43, Philadelphia socialite polo-player and Paris banker, divorced husband of Dorothy Randolph Fell Mills (wife of U. S. Secretary of the Treasury Mills); mysteriously, of a knife wound in his chest, while on vacation from his Paris bank with his third wife Martha Ederton Fell, onetime Follies girl; in their hotel room in Solo, Java. Following the fiction pattern of Novelist Somerset Maugham, a guest broke in the Fells' room when he heard Mrs. Fell's screams, found Fell on the floor gasping, "I did it myself. It's my fault...