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Washington, D.C., circa 1920. "Bureau of Internal Revenue -- destroying narcotics." Continuing today's "three guys" theme. View full size.
I too think the guy on the left just sampled the bottle in his hand. The look on his face is that of someone who just did a tequila shooter!
When my grandmother died in 1975, there was a bottle of Parapectolin in her medicine cabinet.
To give you an idea of the age of the bottle, here's what I remember reading on the label:"8% tincture of opium, shake well".
...when the office party kicks off.
What was the ultimate disposal?
Dumped in the Potomac?
Just thinking - with the amount of drugs that these guys breathe in and absorb through the skin in a day, they must go home higher than a kite. "Hello Jim? Hey, mark me off sick today, I've been feeling kind of dopey lately".
The guy on the left looks like he just consumed the contents of that bottle. All his thoughts are escaping from his head and migrating into the electrical system. The guy in the middle hasn't moved for two hours. The guy on the right is reading the first sentence over and over.
Can't make out many of the labels on the shelves, but I do see a tin of powdered opium and a couple of boxes of what looks like morphine sulphate. Wish I knew what he was pouring out. Laudanum?
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