, October 16, 1922. More perplexing developments in the Great Gland-Banditry Panic of '22. Chicago authorities wrote off Harry Johnson as a fibbing libertine who got what was coming to him, but then suddenly there was this other, mysterious missing person added to roster of supposed victims.
"Interstitial glands" is nice, as is "lost its glamor." Reporters and editors were plainly having a ball with this material.
There's no sign that Johnson ever took his mutilator to court, and from what I know about Chicago juries at this time, the latter likely would gotten a walk anyway, courtesy of the Unwritten Law
From what I've read on the highly authoritative Internet, testicle grafts would be at least theoretically feasible today, but not in 1922. Which is not to say that somebody might not have tried. The nascent medical subfield of endocrinology was largely driven by dreams of rejuvenation through transplantation of human and animal glands, per the work of surgical visionaries like Serge Voronoff
(aka "that monkey-gland guy") and his homespun American counterpart, broadcasting pioneer John Romulus Brinkley (aka "the goat-gland radio doctor"), whom I've written about elsewhere
Funny: This is the first and last I've heard of Wozniak's virile companion and his MIA status.
"Frequently offered"? In what marketplace did these tenders take place? (Today, of course, we have Craigslist for stuff like that. . .)
So the young Mrs. Wozniak, poor gal, had only been married a couple of weeks when her shiftless husband Joe came home without one of his magic beans. Life is hard.