True Pulp Tales
Before we begin, let me warn you: this post is not for the weak of heart.
Yesterday, while exploring how pop fiction sometimes reinforces stereotypes, I was reminded of how often the world offers up scenarios too pulpy to seem true.
For example:
In 1969, [mob boss Vincent “Chin”] Gigante started feigning mental illness to escape criminal prosecution. He escaped conviction on bribery charges by producing a number of prominent psychiatrists who testified that he was legally insane. […] Almost every day he would return from his residence to his mother’s apartment at 225 Sullivan Street in Greenwich Village and emerge dressed in a bathrobe and pajamas or a windbreaker and shabby trousers. Accompanied by one or two bodyguards, he crossed the street to the Triangle Civic Improvement Association — a dingy storefront club that served as his headquarters — where he played pinochle and held whispered conversations with his associates.
If I were to write a gangster character like that, people would be shouting out the concluding twist before the end of the first act – and yet Gigante got away with it for twenty years.
It may be the case, however, that I’m simply too jaded.
“Nazi gold?” I might say to myself, “one of the most hackneyed plot devices you’ll ever encounter – there’s certainly nothing more to be said on the topic, and no telling, however true, would amaze me.”
– but I’d be wrong.
When Germany invaded Denmark in World War II, the Hungarian chemist George de Hevesy dissolved the gold Nobel Prizes of the German physicists Max von Laue (1914) and James Franck (1925) in aqua regia to prevent the Nazis from confiscating them. […] De Hevesy placed the resulting solution on a shelf in his laboratory at the Niels Bohr Institute. It was subsequently ignored by the Nazis who thought the jar—one of perhaps hundreds on the shelving—contained common chemicals. After the war, de Hevesy returned to find the solution undisturbed and precipitated the gold out of the acid. The gold was returned to the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences and the Nobel Foundation who recast the medals and again presented them to Laue and Franck.
As mind-blowing as both of those stories are, however, they don’t quite top the amazement I felt when I heard the true crime tale of Murderous Mary.
On September 11, 1916, a hotel worker named Red Eldridge […] was killed by Mary in Kingsport, Tennessee […] within minutes, a local blacksmith tried to kill Mary, firing more than two dozen rounds with little effect […] Charlie Sparks, reluctantly decided that the only way to quickly resolve the potentially ruinous situation was to kill the [circus] elephant in public.
Bullets having had little effect, and poison/electricity being in too short supply to complete the task, they turned to justice’s ancient friend, the hangman’s rope – frankly, I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen the proof:
Wha… WHA?
Agreed.
Poor elephant. I think they hanged the wrong animal. Old Charlie Sparks deserved the neck stretching.
I was actually thinking the same thing – I cut it for clarity, but Elridge was only hired as a temp worker, and the mistakes he made to enrage the elephant sound like amateur accidents.
My feeling is that Sparks sacrificed the beast to the mob, knowing full well that, once everyone calmed down a little, he was likely to take the blame.
I assume you know the story of Topsy the Elephant, from my neck of the woods?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topsy_(elephant)
Jeez – I’d heard of it, but I hadn’t realized 1,500 people were standing around watching it happen.
That first pulp cover? Just shows what a man will do if there’s a chance to see some nudity.
“I get it, with the disintegrator and everything, but does this mean I can’t call you?”
wowzers. Man, what an awful thing to do!
Agreed – weird and awful. Between this story, and the Edison demonstrations, I’m starting to believe people back then thought elephants were (unfortunately) pretty disposable.
There was a time in the 19th century when rogue elephants terrorized the North American countryside and only the efforts of the Amalgamated Edison Elephant Brigade kept them from overrunning our major industrial centers. They still tell of the Great Utica Pachyderm Hunt of 1898 in upstate NY.
Electrocution? Too good for them, I say.