"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, October 2, 2015

Weekend Link Dump

This week's Link Dump is brought to you by Rubberized Cats Amalgamated.

Where the hell did unicorns come from?

Why the hell did this woman pretend to be murdered?

What the hell happened to Amy Bradley?

Watch out for those frenzied corpses!

Watch out for those goblin orgies!

Watch out for that toast!

Fanny Burney visits Windsor.

Crack-Nut Sunday, one of the more charming old customs.

The woman who became Queen of the Country Blues.

The ghosts of Los Feliz.

Black cats and witchcraft.

The enduring mystery of Josephine Tey.

A 6th century B.C. nose job.

The child who had Napoleon in his eyes.

Poe and the birth of the armchair detective.

The problem with the paranormal.: Why are so many books on the subject so lousy?

The tale of one Dead Man's Penny.

Georgian bling!

How to be Jeeves.

Blog post title of the week:  "Avert Your Eyes--You Lustful Wretches!"

The legend of the Boston Garden Monkey.

Toby, the Learned Pig.

The execution of a 17th century sorceress.

The mystery of the "witch girl" skeleton.

Indonesian islands get some very strange tourists.

A 19th century exorcism hoax.

Alternate headline: A List of Things That Are Worse Than Toothache.

We now know more of the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Advice for 19th century husbands.

It's a zoo in here.

The strange case of the Charlton Crater.

The even stranger case of the Vela Incident.

A dishonest bodysnatcher.

Yale gets a little windfall from the 17th century.

The world's oldest papyrus.

An 1807 Royal Navy scandal.

A Salem witch is pardoned, albeit a bit too late.

Fun with coffin plates.

A wrestling warrior princess!

How the Georgian Era kept looking sharp.

The mystery of the Carlton House skeleton.

Letters from Indian Army soldiers, WWI.

And, finally, the Great Dog Train of Fort Worth.

Well, there you have it for another week. See you on Monday, when I'll be looking at one of the weirdest--and lengthiest--missing person cases I know. In the meantime, the Chieftains are on the march:


  1. I had a chuckle from the story about the toast. Myself, I never eat toast that is charred to a state at which swallowing is accomplished only with difficulty. If I can't chew toast, I don't eat toast. But then, the patient was a Frenchman, and he may have simply thought this was typical English cooking...

  2. Nowadays 'crack nut Sunday' would probably refer to drug use and prostitution.

  3. More than one reader of that post has asked whether the French man actually consumed the toast, or whether it found its way there via a route he was too embarrassed to admit...

    1. Fifty Shades of Toast?

      Never mind. Forget I said anything.


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