The “index,” or pointing finger, is a useful item in any printer’s shop, and Dr. Boli keeps a stock of them on hand (so to speak) at the service of his advertisers.
As you can see from Dr. Boli’s collection, it is possible to imagine the index dressed up in many different ways, from Greek philosopher to modern businessman; it will still perform its function of pointing at things, and it will do so without giving the reader nightmares.
But there are times when typefounders, like other fallible mortals, run badly off the rails. In 1889 a certain designer at the Franklin Type Foundry in Cincinnati, perhaps under the influence of substances that were then perfectly legal, though not advised for recreational use, produced two of the most disturbing indexes ever crafted by an engraver. They are so disturbing, in fact, that you must first promise Dr. Boli that he will not be held responsible for your mental health; and only then may you proceed.
You are probably now in need of a restorative of some sort. Here, probably from the same engraver in a more sober state, is a very nice young lady.
While you were reeling in shock, she may have picked your pocket; but you should not hold it against her if she found the temptation irresistible.