Knock knock!
Who's there?
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| Western Press, Sept. 28, 1929 |
Regular Link Dump readers probably already guessed the answer to this one.
So, let's knock around some links:
What the hell is with this toothy Jesus?
What the hell is with this ancient skull?
Who the hell wrote this ubiquitous poem?
Who the hell was Eldad?
What the hell is the Bermuda Triangle of the East?
Watch out for the Beast of Gevaudan!
Watch out for those Magic Evil Eye Boxes!
Watch out for these weird beaches!
Watch out for those fictitious distresses!
Mexico is really cracking up!
"Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain..."
Catholics, dead sheep and fire balls, all in one post!
Cornwall, Ontario: A little-known headquarters for Weird.
Agnes Waterhouse, the first woman in England to be hanged for witchcraft.
Laurence Shirley, nobleman and executed murderer.
Toby the Sapient Pig, the "greatest curiosity of the present day."
Out: Grammar Nazis.
In: Grammar Devils!
Remembering the King of the Gypsies.
Cornwall, where witches have their own museum.
The Netherlands, where Santa is being called a racist.
Berlin's weird amusement park.
Mankind's legacy: A bunch of freakin' holes.
Nellie Sloggett, who was sort of Cornish folklore's Mollie Fancher.
On astronomers and UFOs.
The vacuum cleaner that could have brought world peace. Or something like that.
The Grim Reaper visits Albuquerque.
A ghost moose visits Maine.
Richard III liked his wine.
Just another mysterious death in Los Angeles.
A look at Early Modern monuments.
Edward VIII's magician doctor.
Time slips a go-go.
The celebrated Mrs. Lessingham: The life and times of a Georgian actress.
The last shot fired at Waterloo. It did not go the way you might think.
Just how old are we?
The rules for gentlemanly pistol dueling.
It's Friday. What better time to read about the history of the Happy Hour?
Bladder-Stone Operation: The Musical!
Taliesin: Frank Lloyd Wright's cursed home.
A night that could truly be described as "Hell on Earth": The Crocodile Massacre of Ramree Island.
And, finally, our song of the week: Jeff Buckley's sublime reading of my favorite poem.
See you all Monday, when I'll be looking at a New York murder with a remarkable cast of characters.
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