After nearly a century, the books of President William McKinley will be loosed up on the world. Although this reviewer has not seen nor really finished any paragraph of any news report about this topic, he envisions horrors beyond belief. Spells for calling up on eldrich abominations that loom in dimensions of darkness and decay haunt these texts. Kittens and frogs transplanted in the world, living separately but equally upon lily pads of doom. Doodles, oh the doodles of hellish configurations in the margins, wispy circular drawings of imaginable death and destruction.