Another retrograde chess puzzle by Raymond Smullyan. The pawn on g3 is of unknown color. During the game no piece has moved from a light square to a dark one or vice versa. Is the unknown pawn black or white?
In a Word
ignivomous
adj. vomiting fire
The Great Bottle Hoax
In January 1749, the Duke of Portland bet the Earl of Chesterfield that “let a man advertise the most impossible thing in the world, he will find fools enough in London to fill a play house and pay handsomely for the privilege of being there.” The earl agreed, and shortly afterward the London newspapers announced a wonderful new performer:
He presents you with a common Wine Bottle, which any of the spectators may first examine; this Bottle is placed on a Table in the middle of the Stage, and he (without any equivocation) goes into it, in the sight of all the Spectators, and sings in it; during his stay in the bottle, any Person may handle it, and see plainly that it does not exceed a common Tavern Bottle.
A crowd packed the theater on the appointed night and, when the performer failed to appear, they rioted, gutting the building. It was jokingly said afterward that perhaps the man had been corked during rehearsals.
The Cheltenham Journal actually topped this in 1825 with an advertisement for five Arabian conjurors:
[T]hey will take each a lighted torch in either hand, when lo! incredible to relate! Suckee, with the burning torches, will jump clean down Mustapha‘s throat, who in an instant, with equal dexterity, will pass down the throat of Abdallah, then Abdalluh will jump down that of Benassar, and Benassar down his brother Muley‘s; who, lastly, notwithstanding he is encumbered with his four brothers and their four torches, will throw a flip-flap-somerset down his own throat, and leave the audience in total darkness!–Probatum est.
Here again the room was crammed, but five minutes before showtime “the conjuror decamped with the money and was no more heard of,” reports William Hone. “Probably he jumped down his own throat.”
A Poor Review
In 1936, John Steinbeck’s puppy made confetti of half the manuscript of Of Mice and Men. “I was pretty mad but the poor little fellow may have been acting critically,” he wrote to a friend. “I didn’t want to ruin a good dog for a manuscript I’m not sure is good at all.”
He redid two months’ work and decided the puppy had been right. “I’m not sure Toby didn’t know what he was doing when he ate the first draft,” he wrote. “I have promoted Toby-dog to be lieutenant-colonel in charge of literature.”
The Uninvited Guest
A conundrum by John F. Collins, from the August 1968 issue of Word Ways:
Just then, someone came up from behind and put his hands over the Hatter’s eyes.
‘Guess who!’ said the newcomer in a thin, flat voice.
The Hatter froze for a moment and declared, rather coldly, ‘I have no use for practical jokers.’
‘Ha! Neither have I,’ retorted the stranger, still keeping his hands over the Hatter’s eyes.
At that, the Hatter seemed to accept the challenge of the game and started asking a series of questions in a manner that mingled hope with care.
Question: ‘Ahem. Would you, by chance, be in a black suit this evening?’
Answer: ‘I would, but not by chance, by design.’
Q. ‘I presume you’re a member of all the posh clubs?’
A. ‘Afraid not. Never even been invited.’
Q. ‘Surely you’re better than average?’
A. ‘Yes, indeed!’
Q. ‘Not spotted, I hope?’
A. ‘Knock wood.’
Q. ‘Married?’
A. ‘No, happy.’
Who is behind the Mad Hatter?
The Poison Pen
Voltaire was stirring up trouble even after he died. According to a tradition in the 18th and 19th centuries, it was fatal to publish his complete works:
- Beaumarchais, the first editor to produce such a collection, lost a million francs in stock speculations and died suddenly in 1798.
- Desser published a 10-volume octavo edition and died shortly afterward of phthisis, and his friend who financed the project died in poverty of the same disease.
- Cérioux and his wife published a 60-volume edition and were ruined financially by it.
- Dalibon and René, editors of two separate editions, were forced to take jobs as workmen in printing plants.
- Touquet died suddenly at Ostend in 1831, and his partner, Garnery, was ruined and died.
- Deterville, who began as a wealthy publisher, went blind (!).
- Daubrée accused a woman of stealing a book; she assassinated him.
Over the course of 70 years, it is said, at least eight publishers went bankrupt publishing complete editions of Voltaire’s writings.
See Curse of the Ninth.
Trouble
After a series of poor performances of her Broadway show The Exciters, Heywood Broun told Tallulah Bankhead:
“Don’t look now, but your show’s slipping.”
The Pastor’s Reward
Chambers’s Journal (1872) reports the result of an unfortunate printer’s error in which two columns of type in a local newspaper were mixed together:
Several of the Rev. Dr Mudge’s friends called upon him yesterday, and after a brief conversation, the unsuspicious pig was seized by the hind-legs and slid along a beam until he reached the hot-water tank. His friends explained the object of their visit, and presented him with a very handsome gold-headed butcher, who grabbed him by the tail, swung him round, slit his throat from ear to ear, and in less than a minute, the carcass was in the water. Thereupon, he came forward, and said that there were times when the feelings overpowered one, and for that reason he would not attempt to do more than thank those around him for the manner in which such a huge animal was cut into fragments was simply astonishing. The doctor concluded his remarks, when the machine seized him, and in less time than it takes to write it, the pig was cut into fragments, and worked up into delicious sausages. The occasion will long be remembered by the doctor’s friends as one of the most delightful of their lives. The best pieces can be procured for tenpence a pound; and we are sure that those who have sat so long under his ministry will rejoice that he has been treated so handsomely!
“We cannot vouch for the genuineness of the foregoing; but whether it be genuine or manufactured, it would be difficult to find a more complete specimen of a typographical mixture.”
Blithe Spirit
Above: a combination car bumper and bottle opener, patented by Rafael Bonnelly in 1964.
Below: a combination clothes brush and flask, patented by Thomas Helm in 1893.
Maybe you do have a drinking problem.
Comment
Dorothy Parker named her Boston terrier Woodrow Wilson “because he was full of shit.”