The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-04-10
cABBr III o1Avr LOBSTER, DEAD.
Re Will ne Articuiated, PILED with PsramAe,
ana Hung In n Museum.

Cabby, greatest OF lobstors. Is dead OF over.
much admiration. On Wednesday he was placed
on exhibition In tho restaurant OF the man after
whom he was named. Alfred Cabassud. at 81
and 80 Broadway. He was three feet and a half
long and was said to weigh thirty-one pounds.
He was exhibited in a big wooden pantry tray.
At first he yawncd and tossed his big feclers
and showed his elcphant-like mouth until he
scared one or two Of Cabassud's more timid
customers Into ordering soft drinks. Others
quit drinking altogether and made long detours
out TO the curbstonc when passing the door of
the restaurant.
On Thursday Cabassud summoned DR.. Dean,
the superintendent of the Aquarium, and pre-.
scented the big lobster to him for the people. DR..
whitfield of the American Museum Of Natural
History hung around on the outskirts of this
conference. He wanted to kill the lobster and
have II stuffed for the Museum. Cabassud
wouldn't listen to such a horrifying proposition.
Meanwhile the lobster languished for want of
salt water. when he finally arrived at the
Aquarium he was weighed. The scales tipped
at twen,y-nine pounds; l0r; Dean was surprised
lobster must have dried up some since tho first
weighing. In the tank assigned to him Cabby
MAS t sGTrG oT sIo. and III list slS%,, lie %S SGaidS'i ss sSrI
runors Of this lassitude and sent I. o. Hovey.
the assistant curator, to make another attempt
to secure the lobster for the museum. Cabas-
sud. DIR. Dean, and Mr.. Hovey argued and con.
suited for two hours. DIR. Dean was quite will
ing to give up the beast, but Cabassud was fear
fully worried lest the people should be, de-
prived l. OF their rights, At length an attendant
while they talked.
AS you will; have 1t your own way" sobbed
the restaurant keeper and hurried away to take
the sad news TO Emile and the other folks at the
restaurant.
DR.. Dean and Mr.. Hovey fished out the alleged
corpse and laid him on n big burlap. Just as they
were about wrapping him up the lobster made n
frantic. spasmodic grab for DIR. Deans whiskers.
The two started with a common sense OF guilt.
Quick, said one to the other; let 1t not be
whispered abroad that he is alive. Hastel
Haste!- Wrap him up
The foul deed was done. Mr.. Hovey's man
got a rope about the bundle and carried 1t like a
gripsack. Cabby, inert and helpless, went to
his doom on n Sixth avenue elevated train.
At the museum he will be articulated and
shell by instruments madc for taxidcrmists to
do such things with. The shell will be filled with
paraffip to prevent IL from shrinking. Then,
mounted and vanished, 1t will DO placed on
exhibition.
THE Sun called the museum up on tho telc-
what have you done with Capby :" was
asked.
We are taking him apart, answered a deep
bass voice.
Squirt acetic acid into him."
"Cabby died peacefully, didn't he !"
mo, he didn't. He just waved his right claw
At this point THE SUNS informant was choked
off. and nothing more definite about tho outrage
indicated by this interview could DO learned last
night. Mr.. Cabassud, when he heard Of 1t, said
that. anybody who had trifed with his feelings
would live to rue the day. Emile brandished a
carving knife in silent rage.