Dog No. 3 (Cont'd)

On the twelfth day the skinny white mongrel rolled over, struggled to its front feet, barked a dismal bark. In a moment it crumpled up, but young Dr. Robert E. Cornish was delighted. Two other stray terriers which he had killed and revived in his University of California laboratory had died again for good and all within a few hours (TIME, March 26). But after being quite dead--heart stopped, breath stopped, eyes glazed--for four minutes on Friday, April 13, Dog No. 3 had been brought back to live day after day. This apparent miracle had been worked by means of a rocking board and injections of oxygen-saturated saline solution, liver extract, canine blood, adrenalin, gum-arabic.

Yet the dog was not conscious. Somehow, the rigors of death had impaired the higher centre of its brain. Not until that was restored would Dr. Cornish consider his experiment a success.

Pacing up & down his hot little laboratory, black hair mussed, clothes wrinkled, eyes haggard, Dr. Cornish's hopes waxed & waned with the dog's vitality. "I am afraid," he said dejectedly toward the end of the twelfth day, "that the dog will be an idiot the rest of his days."

On the 13th day the animal was able to crawl a little on its mat. "Its right front leg has limbered up," reported Dr. Cornish. "If we succeed in restoring the dog completely to life and consciousness," he said, "our next step will be experiments to save the lives of human beings."

On the 14th day the dog snapped a fly, ate its usual half-pound of liver, milk, eggs, oatmeal gruel. On the 15th Dr. Cornish said it was semiconscious, "like a thoroughly intoxicated man." That night someone left the laboratory door open and on the 16th and 17th days the dog snuffled with a head cold.

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