They executed Topsy on a winter day at Coney Island’s soon-to-be Luna Park in an event open only to the press and select invited guests and in particular Edwin S. Porter of Edison Studios. She was a problem elephant. She had crushed a man to death who had burned her trunk with the heat of his cigar and so they resolved to strangle her and to fit copper sandals carrying 6,600 volts of alternating current to each of her feet and to feed her cyanide carrots. This is how to kill an elephant far from home who had come to America, as most did, badly, and had rankled for all of her almost thirty years until she stiffened and smoked and fell like a fainting goat to wait, at the film’s end, for the ropes to move.
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