In high school, I had the displeasure of having the resident "Coach" as my chemistry teacher. He never believed anyone when they requested a bathroom break and always insisted on pressing their abdomen just to be sure they had to go. This of course resulted in one of my more humorous high school memories as he pressed the reigning prom queen's stomach only to have her pee all over herself.
Of course his crowning achievement was when he set the lab on fire by dropping too much potassium into some water which caused a large enough reaction to catch the ceiling on fire... ahh those were the days.
It's an old birthing stool (without the seat and the other stirrup). The large metal container holds hot water, the small glass container was for cathing the child, and the large container was for catching the afterbirth and placenta.
Of course his crowning achievement was when he set the lab on fire by dropping too much potassium into some water which caused a large enough reaction to catch the ceiling on fire... ahh those were the days.