Nine years ago a certain Mr. Altman of Brooklyn visited an old colonial house purchased long before by his father and now ready for the wreckers. Prowling through the empty rooms he stopped and stared at a strange thing hanging over a mantel. Nearly a foot long and apparently mummified, it had two widespread, goatish feet, a curling tail, flaps of tissue extending from its body like wings, a grotesque caricature of a human face with plump cheeks, beady eyes, a pursed, smirking mouth (see cut).
Mr. Altman took the monster to Manhattan's...
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