One day while performing at a museum on Clark Street, Victorina passed a long thin dagger down her throat.

In withdrawing it, the blade snapped in two, leaving the pointed portion some distance in the passage.

The woman nearly fainted when she realized what had occurred, but, by a masterful effort, controlled her feelings.

Dropping the hilt of the dagger on the floor, she leaned forward, and placing her finger and thumb down her throat, just succeeded in catching the end of the blade.

Had it gone down an eighth of an inch farther her death would have been certain..