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From the January 12, 1902 New York Times:

Phoenix, Ariz.–‘Padre,’ a big medicine man of the Yuma Indians, who lives on a reservation near Yuma, Ariz., has been offered as a sacrifice to the spirit in accordance with the custom of his tribe and has expiated the sins of the tribe, which are held responsible for an epidemic of smallpox.

The medicine man learned several days ago of the intention of the Indians to sacrifice him, and fled to the mountains. Being half starved he returned to the Indian village and pleaded for mercy. He was bound hand and foot and conveyed by a squad of Indians to Mexico, where he was bound to a tree and tortured to death.

‘Padre’ had a warm place in the hearts of his tribesmen, but their customs required them to make a heavy sacrifice.”

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"He has claimed to Schepp and others that he is a prophet."

“He has claimed to Schepp and others that he is a prophet.”

Yet another story about a coconut importer who went mad and joined a cult which instructed him that he could commit any act he wished without repercussions if he just changed his name. Yes, that story again. The opening of an April 15, 1909 New York Times article:

“Decision was reserved yesterday by Supreme Court Justice Dowling on the application of Payne L. Kretzmer and Herman Obertubhessing for the appointment of a temporary receiver for the L. Schepp Company, large importers of cocoanuts. During the argument  Charles. E. Rushmore, counsel for Leopold Schepp, the founder of the company and the principal defendant, said that the trouble in part was due to Kretzmer, who was formerly a Vice President of the Schepp Company, being a member of a cult which had for its principal doctrine the theory that persons could do anything they wanted to with impunity if they changed their names to suit their temperament. 

As an example, Mr. Rushmore said that the plaintiff, Kretzmer, had changed his name from Louis to Payne since he had joined the cult and induced many of the employees of the company to act similarly. One employee who, according to Rushmore, had been induced by Kretzmer to change his name under the idea that he was immune from the consequences of anything he did, stole from the company after making the change, and as a consequence found himself a prisoner convicted in General Sessions. 

To bear out this charge Mr. Rushmore filed with the court an affidavit by Leopold Schepp. It set forth that, while Kretzmer had previously ‘been a man of intelligence and of reasonable mind, within the last year and a half and at various other times he has claimed to Schepp and others that he is a prophet; that he is no common man, not a follower, but a leader; that he has the power to foretell the future and power to cure any person of any physical or mental ills.'”

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From the July 21, 1907 New York Times:

Atlantic City–Miss Ella Hall, a Georgia society belle, is the possessor of a pet chicken, which she brought all the way from her home in the South to the shore. The other day she created quite a sensation when she took the chicken in bathing with her, and in the way of a novelty she has the ‘Teddy Bear’ girl beaten. And the chicken seemed to enjoy the novelty of bathing. It cannot swim, of course, but the fair owner has taught it to be perfectly still when she places it in the water, and it floats as lightly as a cork.”

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“On his lands there live men and women of striking physique and charm of face.”

A wealthy Russian man founded a utopian farm in which beautiful people and only beautiful people were collected to be entered into arranged marriages in the hopes that perfection would be perpetuated. The opening of a September 18, 1904 New York Times article:

“Reshetnikoff, a wealthy distiller of Northeast Russia, is a man with a fad. He believes that the human race, by judicious mating, can be brought to a state of physical perfection, and on his great estate near Perm he is doing what he can to prove his theory. Just as extreme speed and symmetry is developed by the breeder of horses, or as the horticulturist brings his plants and the florist his blooms to the highest possible degree of usefulness and beauty, it is his aim to give to the world a type of men and women who shall be flawless in strength and shapeliness.

Throughout all Russia he is known as the ‘man with a beauty farm.’ He is giving his time to the demonstration of his chosen task without stint, and spending his money with a freedom which would in itself insure notice. More than that, he has already proved to a large degree that he is justified in the stand he has taken, for on his lands there live men and women of striking physique and charm of face.

As a matter of fact the end for which he is striving is one which would probably be speeded by the thinking people of the world by every means in their power if it were not for an obstacle which others believe to be insurmountable and which he affects to ignore. This obstacle is affection. Since order was evolved from chaos and the waste places of the earth were populated, reason has entered but little into the matching of man and maid. The strong have loved the weak and the ugly have won the hearts of the beautiful. Those who have watched the work undertaken by the Russian distiller take these things into consideration in refusing actively to undertake the propagation of his cult. They know the futility of the fight he is making.

“Deformed and diseased persons are not permitted to find a home on the estate.”

The eyes of Europe were recently centered on the Reshetnikoff estate by a remarkable marriage arranged by him–a marriage which marks the passing of at least one milestone in the journey toward perfection which he has undertaken for the unbuilding of humanity. The bride and the bridegroom were ‘nurslings’ of his beauty farm, the first couple, both of whom had sprung from unions arranged by him.

That the bride was as nearly the ideal of physical womanhood as could be found by the most extended search, and that the bridegroom was as strong and handsome as could be desired, was admitted by all who saw them. But that their offspring would meekly accept at maturity the men or women selected as best qualified for the perpetuation of their strength and comeliness was not so readily granted.

‘That is the weak link in M. Reshetnikoff’s chain,’ said a scientist who is deeply interested in the ideal the distiller has set out to achieve. ‘His labor is doomed to be lost. Suppose a boy is born of this marriage who represents all that the patron of the parents hopes for. When that boy grows to be a man he is just as apt as not to choose a little, lop-sided woman for a wife as he is to select the kind of mate M. Reshetnikoff would have him take, and the care and thought which were embodied in him would be thrown away. The marriage is fortuitous. That is all. As long as there are men and women they will choose for themselves. His dream is Utopia, impossible of fulfillment.’

The Russian distiller has for many years attracted to his estate handsome giants of both sexes by means of concessions of lands and valuable privileges. Further grants of land encouraged them to enter the state of matrimony. All expenses of marriages are paid, and an annuity is given of $15 for every child born. In the event that marriages are arranged by the distiller, and the parties selected refuse to carry out the arrangements, they are deported. Deformed and diseased persons are not permitted to find a home on the estate.”

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From the July 2, 1899 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

Malone, N.Y.–A fire which has been raging in the forests near Lyon Mountain recently has driven the wild animals into the farming districts on the outskirts and wild cats, bears, deer, etc. have been frequently seen near here, and at a wedding two weeks ago bear meat was served, three cubs having been trapped just before the ceremony took place.”

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Dr. Leon Elbert Landone of Los Angeles, who experimented with improving human evolution through alternative means of child-rearing, was also a a food faddist with a taste for cactus. The opening of a December 2, 1907 New York Times article about his dietary adventures:

Los Angeles, Cal.–Cactus for breakfast; cactus and celery for lunch, and a cactus with a few nuts and celery for dinner.

To the uninitiated this diet appears uninviting enough, but to Dr. Leon Elbert Landone, who is determined to prove the nutritive properties of the cactus, the menu presents no unpleasant aspect.

Dr. Landone, a stenographer and a secretary last Friday began a ‘two weeks’ endurance test’ on cactus. They have eaten nothing but the fruit and leaves of this plant with a little celery, lettuce, and a few nuts. The leaves are eaten as greens or fried much in the same manner as egg plant, while the fruit is eaten either raw or cooked.

Dr. Landone declares the diet contains everything which is needed to enable a man to work eighteen hours a day. He disclaims being a food faddist, and says he has no sympathy with those who declare that this or that kind of food should never be eaten. He frankly admits that he would not care to confine himself to cactus the rest of his days, but says that he has little doubt he would be no worse off were he compelled to do so, 

‘I am attempting to prove,’ he said, ‘that the body and brain can do more than the usual amount of work if enough of the organic salts are taken into the system. These foods prevent the destruction of the tissues and neutralize the fatigue poisons produced by activity.

‘Take cactus, lettuce, celery, spinach, and asparagus if you do not wish to become tired out by an ordinary day’s work. Meats, nuts, cereals, beans, and peas help to repair wasted tissues and are of value as foods, but the scientific man and woman learns that the best way is to preserve the body as far as possible becomes necessary. It is the simple application of the old axiom, ‘An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.’

Dr. Landone and his assistants expect to have several others join them. Dr. F.M. Doud, who is interested with Dr. Landone in exploiting Prof. Burbank’s thornless cactus, purposes to go on a strict diet of this plant, eliminating even the celery, lettuce, and nuts.”

 

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From the February 5, 1867 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“Some children at play in the grounds surrounding the Naval Hospital, about four o’clock yesterday afternoon, discovered a portion of a man’s body protruding from under the thawing snow. The officers in charge being informed, sent for Coroner Lynch, who immediately set to work to investigate the matter.

In a ditch on the inside of the high wall surrounding the Hospital, and about that portion running parallel with Dead Man’s Lane, lay the body of a man. The snow was removed from around it, and the body taken out, when it was found that rats had eaten the flesh off the left arm and side, and were preparing to make an abode in the chest.”

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A New Jersey piano salesman who used to be a hypnotist decides to get back into his former profession. At one of his first gigs, he puts a man under and steps on his stomach. At that moment, the man suffers an aortic aneurysm and dies. But other hypnotists hear of the incident and insist the man is just in a trance and rush to the morgue to “wake him up.” The original hypnotist is arrested and will likely be charged with manslaughter. Serious journalists begin to wonder if hypnosis is “another narcotic poison.”

Well, at least no one was sawed in half. An excerpt from the November 10, 1909 New York Times article:

Somerville, N.J.--All the hypnotists, mesmerists, and other varieties of trance inducers in the country seemed to be trying to get into communication with this place to-day to offer suggestions to ‘Prof.’ Arthur Everton as how to awaken Robert Simpson, who died last night in the cataleptic state into which Everton had thrown him during an exhibition of ‘stunts’ in the Somerville Opera House.

William E. Davenport of Newark, an amateur hypnotist of some note, spent a long time over Simpson’s body in the dead room of the hospital this afternoon trying the awakening process. He touched the dead man’s cheeks and bent over him, alternately whispering and shouting invitations to him to come to life.

‘Bob, your heart action–attend. Listen, Bob, your heart action is strong, Bob, your heart begins to beat. Bob, [loud] do you hear me? Bob, [whispering] your heart is starting.’

But Simpson was beyond awakening–dead of a rupture of the aorta, as a subsequent autopsy disclosed, and Everton, the hypnotist, seems likely to-night to have to stand trial on a charge of manslaughter. He has employed counsel and will fight the case. It is suggested here that he may make the novel plea that the man was still alive when the autopsy was performed, citing various cases of suspended animation as proof of this. Dr. John Quackenbos, Professor Emeritus of Columbia University and one of the leading authorities on hypnotism in the country, said this afternoon before the autopsy was made that it was not likely that Simpson’s was a case of suspended animation, and that an autopsy should be attempted with caution or perhaps deferred until there was no possibility of life.

But the autopsy was made, and seems to have disposed effectually of the suspended animation theory. Eight physicians assisted in it. They issued a statement at its close that death was due to rupture of the aorta, one of the great blood vessels close to the heart. This indicated to the Coroner that death was primarily due to natural causes and that the man had probably been suffering for some time from an aneurysm or similar affection of the ruptured vessel. Death was practically instantaneous and evidently occurred just as Simpson was coming out of the trance into which Everton had thrown him.

‘Prof.’ Everton, who was recently a piano salesman in Newark, and before that a traveling hypnotist, began an engagement at the Somerville ‘Opera House’ on Monday night. He was just starting out anew on his old business of hypnotizing; he had finished a week at the Arcade Theatre in Newark, where he had done well. Manager Weldon of the Somerville ‘Opera House’ was sure that he had a better hypnotist than Manager Ralph Edwards of the Bijou Theatre, a few blocks further up Main Street. …

Monday afternoon the ‘Professor,’ just to show Manager Weldon that he could make good, hypnotized the ticket girl at the Opera House, the pianist, and one of Mr. Weldon’s female singers. He promised that at the night show he would not only do the ordinary hypnotic stunts, but would put a man into a cataleptic state and stand on his stomach. Manager Weldon went out and invited all the local physicians to come and witness this performance, and roped off seats for the profession. Three physicians were there.

Everton, a tall, black-haired, black-mustached man of about 35, with a suave manner, made his subjects fish on the stage floor and otherwise amuse the audience. Then for a climax he announced that he would put Simpson, a big, blowsy man into the cataleptic state.

He made a few passes, told Simpson to be rigid, and he was. Everton then had his assistants lay the body on two chairs, the head resting on one and the feet on the other, and stepped up on the subject’s stomach and then down again. Two attendants, acting under his orders, lifted Simpson to a standing posture, and Everton, clapping his hands, cried out ‘Relax!’

Simpson’s body softened so suddenly that it slipped out of the hands of the attendants to the floor, his head striking one of the chairs as he slid down.”

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From the July 10, 1900 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

Little Rock, Ark.–An entire family of nine persons died to-day near Calico Rock, Marion County, from eating poisonous toadstools, mistaking them for mushrooms. The victims are W.J. Fink, aged 40; Mrs. Mary Lee Fink, 30; John E. Fink, 18; Keakie Fink, 13; Sigel Fink, 11; Vell Fink, 9; Rose Lee Fink, 7; Melan Fink, 6; infant child.

The family ate a hearty dinner, which included the supposed mushrooms. All were taken violently ill and none recovered.”

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“He gravely announced himself as the ‘Spirit of Truth,’ being the Matthias mentioned in the Scriptures who had risen from the dead.”

I’ve just starting reading Gilbert Seldes’ The Stammering Century, another great title from the New York Review of Books imprint. First published in 1928, it’s the true story of the stranger-than-fiction twists and turns that religion took in 19th-century America, as it splintered into cults and manias, driven by charismatic mountebanks who passed themselves off as messiahs. (In that sense, it’s much like our age.) A section I’ve yet to reach focuses on New York-based Robert Matthews (a.k.a. Robert Matthias, Jesus Matthias, etc. ), a struggling carpenter who in the 1830s managed to convince a band of wealthy Baptist apostates to make him the head of their crazy, cult-like sect, “The Kingdom.” From “The Impostor Matthias” in the December 25, 1892 New York Times:

“The delusions of the period, thus far harmless, had assumed a progressive character that was destined to develop rapidly to a tragical conclusion. Among the leading spirits of the ‘Holy Club’ was a Mrs. Sarah Pierson, whose husband, Elijah Pierson, was a successful and highly respected merchant. She was a woman of wide culture and engaging manners, and the couple were among the most esteemed members of the Baptist society of that day. They resided on Bowery Hill, an agreeable suburb of New York, sixty years ago, somewhere in the vicinity of the present Madison Square. In this rural locality were situated, on a breezy, shaded eminence, a number of handsome houses, the summer residences of the well-to-do merchants of that period. 

In the year 1828 Mr. Pierson came to regard himself as being in constant direct communication with the Almighty, through the agency of the Holy Spirit, and his wife being equally impressed with his divine associations, the operations of the Christian world were too slow for their heated imaginations, and in 1829 they withdrew from their affiliation with the Baptist Church and organized an independent religious society, with a nucleus of twelve members, which they called ‘The Kingdom.’ Meetings were held daily and often twice a day in the Pierson residence on Bowery Hill, brief intervals only being allowed for sleep and light refreshment. The labors and vigils of the new faith, together with the protracted seasons of entire fasting, broke down the health of Mrs. Pierson, and in June, 1830, her husband having, while riding one day down Wall Street in an omnibus, received the Divine command in these words: ‘Thou art Elijah, the Tishbite. Gather unto me all the members of Israel at the foot of Mount Carmel,’ anointed her with oil from head to feet in the presence of the assembled elders of ‘the Kingdom.’ A few days later the unfortunate woman died.

“The delusion that his beloved wife was still to be raised from the dead possessed the unhappy husband’s mind for many months afterward.”

On the day of the funeral, about 200 persons being in attendance, Mr. Pierson endeavored to effect the miracle of her resurrection, attributing his failure to the lack of faith of the bystanders. The scene was harrowing in the extreme, and the delusion that his beloved wife was still to be raised from the dead possessed the unhappy husband’s mind for many months afterward. In 1831 Mr. Pierson removed to a spacious house in Third Street, where he held forth daily to the elect of ‘The Kingdom,’ which now numbered quite a large congregation of converts, some, indeed, being attracted from points outside the city. Among the latter were a Mr. Benjamin Folger and his wife, persons of wealth and standing, who had recently removed their residence from New-York to a handsome country place, near Sing Sing, or Mount Pleasant, as the place was then designated. Another conspicuous member of the strange association was a Mr. Sylvester H. Mills, a well-to-do Pearl Street merchant–a man whose naturally gloomy temperament had been intensified by the death of a beloved wife, a few months previous to the decease of Mrs. Pierson. These people, with many others of all social grades, gathered about Mr. Pierson, to listen to his denunciations of the churches, and his exhortations to place their faith in the Lord in order that, like the Apostles, they might be enabled to ‘heal the sick, cast out the devils, and raise the dead.’

While those extravagances were in progress and the inflamed imaginations of the fanatical leaders were worked up to a high pitch of expectancy, there appeared among them on May 5, 1832, a stranger, whose pretensions, while according with the tenor of their diseased minds, were so far in advance of their own most enthusiastic flights that he was at once accepted as their leader, and worshipped as a divine being. He gravely announced himself as the ‘Spirit of Truth,’ being the Matthias mentioned in the Scriptures who had risen from the dead and possessed the spirit of Jesus Christ. He further declared that he was God the Father, and claimed power to do all things, to forgive sins, and to communicate the Holy Ghost to such as believed in him.

A short account of the previous history of this singular character is necessary at this point, in order to explain how he came to fasten himself thus on ‘The Kingdom,’ with his monstrous claims of divine powers. His name was Robert Matthews, and he was born in Washington County, New York, about the year 1790. He followed the trade of carpentering, and in 1827 he lived in Albany, where he was known as a zealous member of the Dutch Reformed congregation, over which Dr. Ludlow presided. Happening to attend a service conducted by a young clergyman named Kirk, who was visiting Albany from New-York City, he returned home in a state of great excitement, and sat up all that night discussing the sermon he had heard. His enthusiasm was so great that his wife remarked during the night to her daughter: ‘If your father goes to hear that man preach any more he will become crazy.’ He did go to hear him a number of times, and the reader may gather from the sequel of this story whether the wife’s prediction was fulfilled.”

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You’ve probably already seen today’s Google Doodle which celebrates both Valentine’s Day and George Ferris’ 154th birthday. Below is a reprint of earlier posts about how Ferris’ wheel and St. Valentine’s day came to be.

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The first Ferris Wheel, at the Columbian Exposition, in Chicago in 1893. It was 264 feet high.

Guy de Maupassant is said to have lunched at the Eiffel Tower every day so that he could avoid looking at the edifice he so despised, and he wasn’t the only Parisian intellectual to hate on Gustave Eiffel’s “bridge to the sky.” French artists and thinkers railed against the tower even as it was in its planning stages as part of the Universal Exposition of 1889, claiming that it was a blight on the city.

But the Eiffel Tower was a huge hit during the fair, so much so that the planners of the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago felt that they needed to do something dramatic to compete with it. Daniel H. Burnham, Chief of Construction for the Columbian, searched futilely for an answer for a long time before George Ferris supplied him with one. An excerpt from Henry Petroski’s Remaking the World:

“Burnham found himself at a banquet addressing architects and engineers, he praised the former but excoriated the latter for not having met the expectations of the people. Nothing had been proposed that displayed the originality or novelty to rival the Eiffel Tower. He wanted something new in engineering science, but felt the engineers were giving him only towers.

Among the engineers at the banquet was the youngish George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr. He was born in Galesburg, Illinois, in 1859, and at the age of five moved with his family to western Nevada. There, while living on a ranch, he became fascinated with a large undershot water wheel, which raised buckets out of the Carson River to supply a trough for the horses. Ferris would later recall his fascination with the wheel’s action, but, according to some accounts, as a youngster he was not equally fascinated with formal education. … When Ferris would later be asked where the idea for his great wheel came from, he recalled that, a while after hearing Burnham’s challenge, he found himself at a Saturday afternoon dinner club made up mainly of world’s fair engineers.

According to Ferris, ‘I had been turning over every proposition I could think of. On four or five of these I had spent considerable time. What were they? Well, perhaps I’d better not say. Any way none of them were very satisfactory… It was at one of these dinners, down at a Chicago chop house, that I hit on the idea. I remember remarking that I would build a wheel, a monster. I got some paper and began sketching it out. I fixed the size, determined the construction, the number of cars we would run, the number of people it would hold, what we would charge, the plan of stopping six times in its first revolution and loading, and then making a complete turn–in short, before the dinner was over I had sketched out almost the entire detail, and my plan has never varied an item from that day. The wheel stands at the Plaissance at this moment as it stood before me then.”

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“That respectable old bachelor bishop was beaten with clubs and beheaded in the third century.”

An excerpt from a February 14, 1884 Brooklyn Daily Eagle article which explains how the sweet but heathen holiday of Valentine’s Day became associated with a Christian saint, and recalls the (thankfully) lost art of the insulting “comic valentine”:

“Like many other Ecclesiastical festivals which have assumed strange social transformations, St. Valentine’s Day is chiefly remarkable for having no personal connection with St. Valentine. That respectable old bachelor bishop was beaten with clubs and beheaded in the third century, and if he is conscious of his subsequent fame he must enjoy the reflection that no author as well as no saint ever achieved such a posthumous reputation for what he had nothing to do with. The feasts of Pan and Juno, held in February, upon which among other hilarious ceremonies the names of pretty Roman girls of the period were put in a box, and the Roman dudes and greenhorns and old bachelors drew them out, suggested to the ever appropriate instincts of the Christian clergy the holding of them on a saint’s day. Poor old Bishop Valentine was in partibus at the time and had been canonized as well as clubbed and decapitated also at the middle of February, and his commemoration would do very well for the heathen pastime, which would thus acquire a Christian aroma. That is the process by which, in modern times, he has become the patron saint of postmen.

“For the antiquated maid or corpulent bachelor, the valentine is scarcely a thing of beauty or joy.”

St. Valentine’s Day has become chiefly a joy to children, who await eagerly the postman’s coming with the welcome letters which are pictures as well. For the antiquated maid or corpulent bachelor, the valentine is scarcely a thing of beauty or joy. The meanness that would gratify its petty spite by anonymous insults through the mail on this literary deluge day would not deserve mention if this morning’s newspapers had not contained a curious and perhaps fatal caution against indulging one’s venom through the valentine. Two women in Philadelphia, who were next door neighbors, mutually accused each other of sending an insulting valentine. Each denied the charge, but neither accepted the denial. They fell upon each other tooth and nail, and, not content with bites and scratches, while one ran for a hatchet the other shot her with a pistol.”

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From the February 6, 1899 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“Mrs. Anna Schannet, formerly of Altoona, Pa., called at Lee Avenue police court this morning for legal advice. According to her statement, she was hypnotized three months ago by Gustav Amend, a personal friend of her husband, and constrained to elope with him. Mrs. Schannet said that on leaving home she had taken with her a sum of $200 belonging to her husband and that it was her intention that she and Amend should go to Europe together. When they reached this borough, however, Amend refused to go any further. Mrs. Schannet was informed that nothing could be done to assist her.”

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Fittingly, Edgar Allan Poe’s death was a mysterious one. The haunting author, the first American to try to make his living solely as a writer, was found disoriented, ranting and ragged on the streets of Baltimore on an autumn day in 1849. Nobody could tell what had put him in such a state at age 40, and he was taken to a hospital where he died a few days later. Was his puzzling death the result of drunkenness or rabies or murder? No one still knows for sure. Muddling matters even further was that Poe’s enemy, the editor Rufus Wilmot Griswold, somehow became the executor of his estate and did his best to sully the writer’s reputation, suggesting his end resulted from a dissolute lifestyle.

A January 20, 1907 New York Times article promised to make sense of the puzzle nearly six decades after the Poe’s tragic demise, asserting that scientific breakthroughs had made it possible to understand what killed the poet and short-story writer. The paper called on one of the finest alienists of the era to undertake the mission, though great clarity didn’t exactly result from the enterprise. The opening of “Edgar Allan Poe’s Tragic Death Explained“:

Edgar Allan Poe, the author of “The Raven,” “The Gold Bug,” and “The Murders of the Rue Morgue”–to name merely the most popular of his works–the writer whose power startled Dickens and excited the admiration of Irving, Lowell, and Browning, and whom Tennyson called “the most original genius that America has produced,” was found in the streets of Baltimore on Oct. 3, 1847 [sic], dazed, in rags, a physical and mental wreck. He lay for days unconscious or raving like a madman, then sank to death. His condition was ascribed to a debauch or drugs, or both, his pitiful end to mania-a-potu.

In his lifetime and since his death, Poe’s personal habits and the circumstance of his end have been the topics of endless discussion, in which vituperation has been mingled with vehement defense. He has been pictured as a transcendent genius and a drunkard, a polished gentleman and a surly misanthrope. 

Within the last few weeks, the whole topic has been reopened by the approaching dedication of a monument to Poe in Richmond, Va. To the existing mass of contradictory testimony and discussion has been added much new material on the subject. Some of this, including letters, accounts of personal experiences, and the first article dealing with Poe’s case purely from the medical standpoint, has been published very recently. Taken as a whole, however, the evidence leaves the layman as much puzzled as ever regarding Poe’s complex personality and the circumstances of his death.

To arrive at the truth of the matter and to clear Poe’s name of injustice, if such existed, the New York Times has gathered all the evidence relating to the subject, particularly the letters and accounts recently printed, and submitted them to an alienist who ranks high as an authority on such matters in this city, and a physician whose practice particularly fits him to deal with the subject. This specialist undertook to review all of this evidence and to draw therefrom his conclusions regarding Poe as a man and his fatal malady.

The expert offered a surprising opinion. It contradicts the contention that Poe died of mania-a-potu. His death is traced to cerebral oedema, or “water on the brain” or “wet brain,” a disease unknown in the author’s day, but now well recognized with the advance of medical science. The more recent theories that Poe suffered from psychic epilepsy or paresis are discounted. Moreover the physician’s study of the case has resulted in the belief that the psychopathic phases of Poe’s case were so unusual that his mental responsibility is to be seriously questioned. His opinion follows:

“In reviewing the case of a man of undoubted genius, like Edgar Allan Poe, we must remember that Nature, while developing certain brain centres to an unusual degree, has neglected other mental attributes, so that they are far below those found in the average man. Thus Poe’s powers of imagination were abnormal at the expense of his will power, his ability to resist temptation, and his recuperation in case of misfortune. Such facts do not apply to men of exceptional abilities like Washington–abilities often confounded with genius–but to men of very exceptional gifts in only one direction. Lord Byron furnished an example of this condition. Its presence marked Poe as a weak man. His inherited characteristics were bad. His nervous system was constitutionally deranged; he was abnormal to a degree that leads one to seriously doubt his mental or moral responsibility. Add to these elements his reckless youth, the ease with which he was surrounded early in his life, and the years of poverty and misfortune which followed, and his tragic end is already foreshadowed.”•

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From the July 17, 1898 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

New York Manila News–The European residents here (in Manila) complain of a tendency to scruff, which develops after a short stay in this climate, but they are generally loth to adopt the national preventive. In the forests of Luzon are a great many monkeys, and there is a belief among the natives that stewed monkey is an unfailing cure for all cutaneous diseases. To the stranger in these islands the idea of eating monkey flesh may be very revolting, but, there are few dishes more delicate than the young monkey stuffed and baked, though it does look very much like a small baby.”

“The snakes are allowed the liberty of the store and are quite friendly, gliding slowly up to a person to be stroked.”

A odd-duck druggist with outré taste in collectibles had his prized possessions profiled in a story in the Milwaukee Sentinel, which was republished in the April 12, 1885 Brooklyn Daily Eagle. The piece in full:

“The private collection of curiosities of Doctor Louis Lotz, 615 Galena Street, is considered one of the best and largest of the Northwest. It represents an accumulation of years, and is so extensive that to inspect it thoroughly would require several days. Among the most noteworthy curiosities in the collection is a Roman coin of silver, made when Christ was upon earth. It is about the size of a half-dollar of the present day, but thinner. Upon its face is a Roman head, surrounded by a wreath and some Greek letters, while upon the reverse side is an embossed tree. The coin is highly prized by the Doctor, and occupies a central position in the large number of old and curious coins of every nation, of every size and shape, and ranging in intrinsic value from one-quarter of a cent to $20.

Indian relics and curiosities occupy a separate case, and embrace everything from a scalp to a war club. Arrow and spear heads of flint and agate are arranged in rows, according to size, and make an attractive collection. Tomahawks and axes are numerous. The beholder cannot but wonder at the mechanical ingenuity of the red man, as he gazes upon these implements of warfare. Pottery and jewelry found in Indian mounds form a conspicuous portion of the department.

A flint-lock pistol recalls to mind the days of long ago, when our forefathers retired by the light of a candle dip, and the telephone and electric light were unknown.

The doctor does not keep his entire collection at his residence. His store at Chestnut Street is a perfect curiosity shop, and resembles in many respects a tropical garden, containing, as it does, large tropical plants and animals. In a large tank near the stove in the center of the room reposes an alligator, Hans by name, and a young one. Hans is now 9 years old, and has been in its present quarters many years. The animal is very docile, and is handled and fondled by Dr. Lotz with as much freedom as a babe is handled by its mother. To one unaccustomed to the sight a cold shiver is apt to pass along his spinal column as the Doctor kisses the repulsive looking reptile, which is about four feet in length. The small one–but a foot long–is also tame, but will not permit itself to be touched by any one except Dr. Lotz. Bread and milk, with an occasional bit of meat, constitute the food of these reptiles. Two large snakes occupy a small case near the alligators’ quarters. This case is not closed, and now and then a rustle will be heard in the palm standing near, and before one is fully aware of what is going on a pair of bright eyes will look into his and a forked tongue will dart out in apparently glad surprise. The snakes are allowed the liberty of the store and are quite friendly, gliding slowly up to a person to be stroked. The doctor handled them, and they in return nestled down in his pocket. To an observer the practice seems fraught with danger, but Dr. Lotz places great confidence in his peculiar pets and caresses them with impunity. Snakes and insects are preserved in bottles and arranged on shelves, and the whole scene reminds one forcibly of a room of a professor of the black art, such as seen in some spectacular plays.”

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The above classic photograph depicts Babe Ruth in the year he became a New York Yankee and tried on the pinstripes for the first time. The sale of his contract from the Boston Red Sox (for $125,000) stunned observers of the game. Truth be told, there weren’t a lot of great players in organized baseball’s early decades (because of the color line, among other reasons), so someone truly gifted like Ruth could have a massive impact on an organization. Fans in both Boston and New York were wise to that fact (for the most part), and this trade set off what would become a nearly hundred-year war between the clubs. From a January 7, 1920 New York Times article in the immediate aftermath of the deal:

“Babe Ruth, the Colossus of Swat, has signed his name to a document promising to play with the Yankees next season. Manager Miller Huggins, who went to Los Angeles to sign the player, wired President Jacob Ruppert yesterday that the home run slugger had signed an agreement to play here. Manager Huggins’s message also said that Ruth was very much pleased with the transfer that brought him to New York and would be delighted to play here next Summer. Huggins left California last night for New York.

Just what agreement Ruth has signed is not known by the officials of the New York club. That he has not yet signed a contract is certain from Huggins’s telegram. It is believed to be a tentative agreement that he will sign a contract at a certain time. Ruth expects to leave for the East next Monday. and his new contract will probably be signed in New York. He demanded a contract calling for $20,000 a year from Boston and this figure will undoubtedly be the basis of the new contract which the Yankees will give him. According to Huggins’s message, however, there is no question that Ruth is pleased with the change and glad to join the New York club. 

The purchase of Ruth for the record price of $125,000 was the topic of the conversation along Broadway yesterday and baseball fans of all ages and sizes already see a chance for the Yankees to land the 1920 pennant. Manhattan’s fondest dream of having a world series at the Polo Grounds between the Giants and Yankees now becomes a tangible thing and that is the big event which New York fans will be rooting for all Summer.

The two Colonels–Ruppert and Huston–were praised on all sides for their aggressiveness and liberality in landing baseball’s greatest attraction. If the club, strengthened by Ruth and by other players the owners have in mind, does not carry off the flag, it will not be the fault of the owners.

Boston is duly shocked at the sale of Ruth and there is a wide difference of opinion about its effect on the game in the Hub. The newspapers yesterday had cartoons showing a ‘For Sale’ sign on the Boston Public Library and on the Boston Common. They also picture Fenway Park, the home of the Red Sox, in darkness, with a sign ‘Building Lots for Sale.’

Two Bostonians prominent in Hub baseball in the past, Fred Tenney and Hugh Duffy, are quoted as saying that the sale of Ruth is a good thing for the Red Sox and that it will be a better club without him.”

Babe Ruth, 1918.

Babe Ruth, 1918.

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From the July 14, 1893 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“There was a scene of excitement this forenoon in a cheap restaurant in the vicinity of the city hall where young women are exclusively employed in attendance at the tables. A well dressed old looking man entered the restaurant and after taking a seat gave a small order. He did not eat, but sat at the table for nearly an hour with his eyes on waitress No. 2, who is known to the other women as Mamie. Suddenly he beckoned Mamie over to his table, threw his right arm around her waist and drew her down as if to kiss her. She screamed and then fainted. Her assailant was arrested, but as the young woman refused to make a charge against him he was not detained. He described himself in the Adams Street station as Henry J. Spyker, aged 55, of 254 Forty-eighth Street.

When questioned by the policeman, Spyker said he was a bachelor, but thought of getting married some day. He declared that he had really no intention of alarming the young woman, and he was really surprised to see her flop over in a faint. The police think he is slightly demented.”

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Leonard Darwin as a boy in 1853 with his mother-aunt, Emma.

Leonard Darwin as a boy in 1853 with his mother-aunt, Emma.

I love science but I know you should approach the “accepted scientific wisdom” of any age with a calm skepticism. If you don’t believe me, check out the opening of this horrifying November 20, 1921 New York Times piece:

“Though nearly unanimous on many fundamentals, the eugenists who came here from all parts of the United States and Europe at the recent second international congress disagreed radically on many of the details of their science.

They are nearly as far apart on the question of cousin marriages as neighborhood gossips, from whom the controversy was borrowed. Papers were read showing the bad effects of cousin marriage. But the President of the congress was Major Leonard Darwin, a son of the great Charles Darwin. Charles Darwin married a cousin. Major Leonard Darwin married a cousin. Major Darwin is the admitted leader of the eugenics movement in England.

The question of delayed marriages caused wide dissension. According to Dr. S. Adolphus Knopf, unless the parents are young the children are apt to be inferior. On the other hand, Dr. M.P.E. Groszmann cited evidence that when the father was over 50 at the birth of the child, that child had five times to ten times the chance of being distinguished which another child would have whose father was 40 or under.

‘Casper L. Redfield, in studying the breeding of horses, cows, hens, etc.,’ said Dr. Groszmann, ‘comes to the conclusion that the race-winning colts are the progeny of mature horses that have by long practice attained high speed before the colts were born. Fischer’s statistics of human beings seem to show that other things being equal, the children of older parents ‘exemplify in a striking way the inheritance of acquired characters.’ He claims that the probability of being eminent, when born from a father over 50, is five to ten times that when born from a father of 40 or less.’

While opinions varied greatly on these and certain other complex questions borrowed from biology, the eugenists were nearly unanimous in favor of less birth control for the healthy, talented, intellectual, energetic people; more birth control for those of lesser endowment; the severe restriction of immigration to prevent the inflow of poor stocks and individuals; the segregation and sterilization of habitual criminals and the feeble-minded.

Nervous disorders were traced to the lack of balance in persons whose trunks were overdeveloped, as compared to their limbs, or whose limbs were overdeveloped as compared with their trunks. Persons suffering from a lack of balance in either respect were warned against marriage with persons having the same tendency.”

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From the July 6, 1868 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“The steamboat Allison, yesterday at three o’clock, left for the Coney Island from Fulton Ferry with as large a load of thieves, gamblers, strikers, pimps, roughs and prostitutes, as it were ever the misfortune for one boat to carry. Scarcely had the boat left the wharf, when the thieves commenced to sing vulgar and obscene songs in the ladies’ cabins. Captain Wilson, who was in command of the boat, ordered them to stop, whereupon they commenced to assault and maltreat him.”

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From the August 31, 1847 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“A very melancholy affair occurred at Mount Pleasant, near Sing Sing, on Sunday last, the facts of which case have been furnished by a gentleman who came down from the place yesterday morning. A man named Amos Northrup, aged 45 years, a native of Newcastle, had been for some time engaged to marry Miss Mary Goodheart, a young woman 15 years of age. But from recent exhibitions he made of violent and ungovernable temper, she felt it her duty to break off the match, and so stated to him Sunday last, at the residence of her sister. On hearing this he immediately stabbed her, when she cried out to her sister, ‘He is murdering me!’ and ‘Jump out the window!’ Both young women then jumped out of the window together and fell upon the ground, uninjured by the fall. Mary was mortally wounded and died in a few minutes. Her sister states that she saw the handle of the dirk, as Northrup plunged it into her breast. The murderer escaped while the brother and sister were carrying the body into the house. Parties of citizens assembled and commenced searching the country for him, but he had not been taken at the last accounts. He is six feet high, stout built, rather bony. Has light hair and complexion, down cast look. He may have escaped to N.Y. city.”

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Just read Chip Brown’s New York Times Magazine piece about the boomtown that North Dakota has become thanks to its massive oil reserves in this post-peak age, which reminded of this classic photograph of Upton Sinclair selling bowdlerized copies (the so-called fig-leaf edition) of his novel Oil! on a street in Boston, where the book was banned. (This novel is the basis for Paul Thomas Anderson’s great film There Will Be Blood.) The Beantown controversy helped boost Oil! to bestseller status. Sinclair, a radical firebrand, was no stranger to such public contretemps, whether running for the office of governor or hatching plans for a commune near the Palisades in New Jersey. On the latter topic, here’s a passage from a 1906 New York Times article about the formation that year of Sinclair’s techno-Socialist collective, Helicon Home Colony, which burned to the ground the year after its establishment:

“Not less than 300 persons answered Upton Sinclair’s call for a preliminary meeting at the Berkeley Lyceum last night of all those who are interested in a home colony to be organized for the purpose of applying machinery to domestic processes, and incidentally to solve the servant problem. The idea of the proposed colony is to syndicate the management of children and other home worries, such as laundering, gardening, and milking cows.

The response to Mr. Sinclair’s call gratified him immensely. When he went on the stage he was smiling almost ecstatically. The audience applauded him and then began to mop their faces, for the little Lyceum was almost filled, and some one had to shut the front doors.

The audience was made up almost equally of men and women. A large proportion seemed to be of foreign birth. Many of them were Socialists, judging from their manifestations of sympathy for Socialistic doctrines. The mentioning of two newspapers which disapprove of Socialism on their editorial pages was hissed. Mr. Sinclair himself said that he had thought of asking a Socialist to act as temporary Chairman, but that his man had thought that two Socialists on the stage at the same time would frighten the more conservative members.

The meeting lasted about two hours. Mr. Sinclair, at various times, had the floor about an hour and a half. Now and then the arguments caused a high pitch for excitement, and more than once four people were trying to talk at the same time. In the end always, however, what Mr. Sinclair suggested was accepted, including the appointment of committees and other preliminaries of organization.

For Mr. Sinclair is certain that his home colony is to come about. He said in his introductions that he had about a dozen people who had agreed to go in with him, whether anybody else did or not. But last night’s meeting indicated, in Mr. Sinclair’s opinion, that a home colony of at least 100 families could easily be organized.”

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From the August 21, 1902 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“John McArdle, the real estate man of 70 Varick Street, who on Tuesday night, while being examined in Bellevue Hospital as to his sanity, poked his eyes out, died this morning. McArdle was 40 years old and lived with his wife and daughter, at 7 West One Hundred and Sixth Street. He was taken to the hospital Tuesday afternoon in a coach and Dr. Gregory was making an examination of the man when he destroyed his eyesight with his thumbs.”

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“He used to say that the law was the most detestable of all human occupations.”

The two best-selling novels in America during the 19th-century (not counting the Bible) were likely Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ. The latter was written by Lew Wallace, a lawyer, diplomat and Union General who became most known as a man of letters. He was also, notably, forceful in the area of race relations, arguing against the color line in college football. There weren’t many Americans like him then nor are there now. The opening of his obituary in the February 16, 1905 edition of the New York Times:

Crawfordsville, Ind.–Gen. Lew Wallace, author, formerly American Minister to Turkey, and veteran of the Mexican and Civil Wars, died at his home in this city to-night, aged seventy-eight years.

The health of Gen. Wallace has been failing for several years, and for months it has been known that his vigorous constitution could not much longer withstand the ravages of a wasting disease.

For more than a year he has been unable to properly assimilate food, and this, together with his advanced age, made more difficult his fight against death. At no time ever has he confessed his belief that the end was near, and his rugged constitution and remarkable vitality have done much to prolong his life.

Gen. Lew Wallace, who years ago achieved widespread distinction as a lawyer, legislator, soldier, author, and diplomat, was a man of exceptionally refined manner, broad culture, and imposing personal appearance. He was a son of David Wallace, who was elected Governor of Indiana by the Whigs in 1837. His birthplace was Brooksville, Franklin County, Ind., where he was born April 10, 1827. 

Although Gen. Wallace was famous as a soldier long before he entered the field of letters, it was through his authorship of Ben-Hur and several other popular works that he became known to the largest number of people. Ben-Hur was dramatized eighteen years after the publication of the book, the sale of which in Canada, England, and Continental Europe, as well as in the United States, was tremendous.

As a boy Lew Wallace was a keen lover of books, and his father’s possession of a large library afforded him an opportunity to become acquainted with much of the best literature of the time. From his mother he inherited a love of painting and drawing, but these instincts were overpowered by his desire for a more active life. His mother died when he was only ten years old, and from that time on he refused to submit patiently to restraint. An effort was made to send him to the town school. It was only partially successful. Later his father put him in college at Crawfordsville, but his stay there was brief.

At an early age he commenced the study of law, receiving valuable instruction from his father, and at the end of four years was admitted to the bar. He used to say that the law was the most detestable of all human occupations. It was said that he was unable to prepare a case, but when it came to trial he accepted the statements of his partner as to the law and the evidence and then, following his own convictions to the merits of the case, made an appeal which rarely failed to be effective.”

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“If you will cut it off and give it to me I will give you 25 cents for it.”

Times are tough now, but it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk in the 1890s. Consider a newspaper story of that era about a Minnesota lawyer who resorted to selling his whiskers in an attempt to escape poverty. Either this was an important piece of financial-page muckraking, or more likely, there was some extra space to fill in the paper that day and the editors got drunk and made the whole thing up. At any rate, here’s an excerpt from the story that originally appeared in the Minneapolis Journal and was reprinted in the August 14, 1893 issue of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“In these troublous times when money is scarcer than the fabled teeth of hens or than the upper molars of the female of the bovine species, it has been noticed that a man will part with almost anything in his possession for the sake of a little ready money. But the worst case of destitution which has come to notice so far, is that of Hiram C. Truesdale, the popular young attorney, whose future always seemed bright and who appeared to be on the road not only to reputation but great fortune. But he has more and more felt the gnawing tooth of poverty and has tried in devious ways to escape the gnaw. He has offered his old clothes for sale at greatly reduced rates, but he could find no purchaser for various reasons, the chief one being that the trousers were too long to fit the ordinary user of such articles. Article after article was put up, first a toothbrush, then, a No. 1 Kodak, then a hammerless shot gun, then his vote, and in fact everything that he hoped something could be raised on, but to no avail. Finally, a gentleman appeared, who said to him in a moment of particular financial despondency: ‘Harry, you have a remarkable handsome mustache, which I have always admired as a thing of beauty, and if you will cut it off and give it to me I will give you 25 cents for it.’ Harry hesitated for a long time and tried to raise the offer to 30 cents, but they buyer stuck to his price and finally prevailed. The mustache was sacrificed and Mr. Truesdale was relieved from his financial troubles.“

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From the June 12, 1858 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“Ebenezer Jones, cashier of the Boston and Worcester Railroad, died last Friday, on a yacht excursion, from the effect of taking a dose of chloroform to cure sea sickness. When his body came to be removed from the vault to the grave, in Charleston, the coffin was opened, and the corpse presented a singularly florid and life-like appearance. This fact gave rise to the rumors that he had been buried alive. The doctors on Monday pronounced the body lifeless. Tuesday the report was spread that the dead man was resuscitated by the electricity attending a violent thunder storm, and hundreds besieged the house to get a sight of the body. The body was again carefully examined by physicians and declared lifeless, though still presenting the same life-like appearance. What adds interest to the occurrence is, that Mr. Jones, while living, had several times gone into the trance state and exhibited singular phenomena. The remains were to be reconveyed to their resting place yesterday.”

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