Before a meeting of the American Veterinary Association at Portland, Ore., stood a dog. Angered by the faces that festooned the air about him, the dog tried to bark, failed, tried again and again only the dismal spectre of a bark issued from his inflamed throat. He laid his head down on his paws. Two sad-eyed goats stood nearby. For these goats had lost their happy bleats; they would converse no more. A veterinary surgeon, one Dr. F. R. Whipple, explained to the faces how simple it had been to remove the bark, the...
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