Futility Closet - 147-The Call of Mount Kenya
Episode Date: March 27, 2017Stuck in an East African prison camp in 1943, Italian POW Felice Benuzzi needed a challenge to regain his sense of purpose. He made a plan that seemed crazy -- to break out of the camp, climb Mount K...enya, and break back in. In this week's episode of the Futility Closet podcast we'll follow Benuzzi and two companions as they try to climb the second-highest mountain in Africa using homemade equipment. We'll also consider whether mirages may have doomed the Titanic and puzzle over an ineffective oath. Intro: Under the law of the United Kingdom, a sturgeon when caught becomes the personal property of the monarch. On July 4, 1853, 32 people held a dance on the stump of a California sequoia. Sources for our feature on Felice Benuzzi: Felice Benuzzi, No Picnic on Mount Kenya, 1953. Dave Pagel, "The Great Escape," Climbing 215 (Sept. 15, 2002), 87. Matthew Power and Keridwen Cornelius, "Escape to Mount Kenya," National Geographic Adventure 9:7 (September 2007), 65-71. Stephan Wilkinson, "10 Great POW Escapes," Military History 28:4 (November 2011), 28-33. Jon Mooallem, "In Search of Lost Ice," New York Times Magazine, Dec. 21, 2014, 28-35. "Because It Was There; Great Escapes," Economist 417:8965 (Nov. 21, 2015), 78. This is the package label that showed the prisoners the southern face of the mountain: Listener mail: Tim Maltin and Andrew T. Young, "The Hidden Cause of the Titanic Disaster" (accessed March 24, 2017). Smithsonian, "Did the Titanic Sink Because of an Optical Illusion?" (accessed March 24, 2017). Telegraph, "Titanic Sank Due to 'Mirage' Caused by Freak Weather" (accessed March 24, 2017). Matt Largey, "He Got a Bad Grade. So, He Got the Constitution Amended. Now He's Getting the Credit He Deserves," kut.org, March 21, 2017. This week's lateral thinking puzzle was contributed by listener David White. You can listen using the player above, download this episode directly, or subscribe on iTunes or Google Play Music or via the RSS feed at http://feedpress.me/futilitycloset. Please go to http://podsurvey.com/futility to take a quick, anonymous survey to help us get the best advertisers for the show. Please consider becoming a patron of Futility Closet -- on our Patreon page you can pledge any amount per episode, and we've set up some rewards to help thank you for your support. You can also make a one-time donation on the Support Us page of the Futility Closet website. Many thanks to Doug Ross for the music in this episode. If you have any questions or comments you can reach us at podcast@futilitycloset.com. Thanks for listening!
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Welcome to the Futility Closet podcast, forgotten stories from the pages of history.
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This is episode 147. I'm Greg Ross.
And I'm Sharon Ross.
Stuck in an East African prison camp in 1943, Italian POW Felice Bonuzzi needed a challenge to regain his sense of purpose.
He made a plan that seemed crazy. Break out of the camp, climb Mount Kenya, and break back in.
In today's show, we'll follow Bonuzzi and two companions as they try to climb the second highest mountain in Africa with few provisions and homemade equipment.
We'll also consider whether mirages may have doomed the Titanic
and puzzle over an ineffective oath.
Thanks to listener Dave King for suggesting this one.
Felice Benuzzi was an Italian consul who was stationed in Ethiopia when World War II began.
In 1941, British forces took over the
region, and they captured 10,000 Italian soldiers and colonial personnel. Benuzzi spent five years
in British internment camps in East Africa, and finally he was sent to POW Camp 354 at the end
of the railway line in Nanyuki, Kenya, exactly on the equator. Life in the camp was not hard,
but Benuzzi found it unbearably monotonous. The camp was
guarded loosely so it might have been possible to escape, but then there was nowhere to go.
To reach the nearest neutral territory, Portuguese East Africa, he'd have to cross a thousand miles
of hostile country with no money and no knowledge of the local languages. With no hope of escape and
no project to occupy him, he found life in the camp unbearably stultifying. That is, until the
rainy season ended. Benutzi was standing in the yard unbearably stultifying. That is, until the rainy season
ended. Benuti was standing in the yard one day when the clouds parted and revealed Mount Kenya,
the second highest peak in Africa, only a few miles away. He described seeing it for the first
time. An ethereal mountain emerged from a tossing sea of clouds framed between two dark barracks.
A massive blue-black tooth of sheer rock inlaid with azure glaciers, austere yet
floating fairy-like on the near horizon. It was the first 17,000-foot peak I had ever seen.
Benuzzi had grown up in the Italian Alps and was a skilled climber. The mountain immediately
captivated him. Just a few miles from the prison camp was a summit that only a few mountaineers
had ever reached and that might be within his capabilities. He wrote, I had definitely fallen in love. The psychology is interesting here. In his book, No Picnic on
Mount Kenya, which has become a classic among mountain climbers, he tells of overhearing a man
hammering something at night in the camp and finding that he envied him. He says, that prisoner
had set himself a task, whatever it was. For him, the future existed because presumably he meant to
finish the job. For the moment, he had found a remedy against captivity. In For him, the future existed because presumably he meant to finish the job.
For the moment, he had found a remedy against captivity. In other words, the reason that life in the camp was hard was that the prisoners were perpetually living in the present moment. There
was nothing in the future to hope for or to work toward. He wrote, in order to break the monotony
of life, one had only to start taking risks again. He resolved that if there was no way to escape the
camp permanently, he would get out, climb Mount Kenya, and return. He decided he would need two companions in order to do this.
Only one of them needed to have mountaineering experience, as the other could stay at the base
camp to keep watch on the forest as the others climbed. Bringing more than three men would
require too many provisions and equipment. One of his fellow prisoners acquired a book with a few
scraps of information about the mountain. Benuzzi noticed that one of his barrack mates, a doctor named Guillaume Baletto, seemed
very interested in the book and particularly in its photographs of Mount Kenya. They talked,
Benuzzi explained his plan, and the doctor agreed to come. Eventually, they found a third man,
Enzo Barsotti, who was not a skilled climber but agreed to serve in the base camp.
They set about gathering equipment.
Bonuzzi wrote to his family asking them to send him boots and woolen clothing, but most of their
climbing gear would have to be fashioned from scratch. They stole two hammers from a maintenance
man and gave them to a blacksmith among the prisoners who shaped them into ice axes.
They stitched together their own backpacks and made crampons out of barbed wire.
What they couldn't steal or make, they bartered for.
They went into training, exercising and eating as well as they could, but Nuzzi wrote,
life took on another rhythm because it had a purpose. Meanwhile, they were learning what they could about the mountain. It was a hundred miles in circumference, one of a handful of places
on earth where the major climate zones appear, from tropical to alpine, stacked one above another
like a wedding cake. On the lower slopes lived
2,000 elephants, as well as buffalo, zebras, leopards, lions, and hyenas. Higher up they would
face glaciers, ice, and rock, and at the top, three peaks, Batean, Nilian, and Point Linana.
At this time, only a half-dozen parties had reached the top of Batean, the highest peak,
and Bonuzzi had not read their accounts. In fact, as mountaineers, they had almost
no guidance as to how to attack the mountain. They could study it from the camp yard, but only from
one side, the west. A photo from their book showed them the eastern side, which looked still worse.
And eventually they acquired a tin of preserved meat, whose label showed them a drawing of Mount
Kenya seen from the south. The peak looked just as formidable from this viewpoint, with even more
glaciers. That just seems like a funny way to try to prepare for a mountain climb. You're like looking on a tin
of canned meat like, oh, what does it look like? And to go ahead with it with that little information.
During a trip to the dentist in a neighboring prison camp, Benutzi studied the area near the
mountain and worked out a route by which they could approach it without being spotted. A white
man walking with a rucksack would easily be identified as an escaped prisoner, as the total European population of East Africa was only about 20,000 at that time.
If they could reach the Nanyuki River, it would lead them up the mountainside to the glaciers.
But the prisoners at the dentist's camp told him of dangerous encounters with rhinos, buffalo,
and elephants on the lower slopes, and the climbing trio would be unarmed.
During these months, they continued to work on gathering food and equipment. A friend had a small room of his own in which they could quietly hammer
their crampons. They acquired steel from the mudguards and running board of a scrapped car.
They had a hammer and chisel and could borrow files and drills. They also acquired some iron-pointed
staves that they planned to use as tent poles and, hopefully, for the flag that they would plant at
the top of the mountain. As the day of their departure neared, they planned how to get out of the camp.
The Guillaume had been given a garden plot outside the grounds, and they began to hide
their equipment in the tomato beds there, concealing their ice axes, tent, and flag
poles in the bundles of bamboo used for fencing the garden. On the day of the escape, they planned
to pass through the gate while the British staff were at lunch. They had secretly copied a key and
could pretend they'd been given permission to visit the garden. Finally, the day arrived. On January 24,
1942, they left a polite letter for the liaison officer of the Italian compound. It said,
Sir, we have not previously informed you of our intentions, sure that you would try to dissuade
us. We are leaving the camp and reckon to be back within 14 days. Then you will know and certainly
approve of our action. We assure you formally that in escaping we have not misused the passes given to us by the
British command. In order to avoid any such suspicion, we hand over to you herewith the
above-mentioned passes bearing our names. We regret causing you this bother. Their goal in writing this
was to dissuade the prison officials from punishing the remaining prisoners by confiscating their own
passes, which permitted them to walk a mile from the camp and work in the vegetable gardens.
They learned later that these passes had been withdrawn anyway, and Bonuzzi wrote,
we felt really sorry and culpable. They pretended to work in the gardens until 1 p.m. when the
sentries were changed. Then they lay down inside the shed and waited for evening. They realized
only then that Enzo had a fever, but he insisted he was feeling well enough for the adventure. At nightfall, they set out for the forest. Thanks to Benuzzi's
reconnaissance, they passed safely through the danger zone of roads, railroad tracks, and farm
houses that lay beyond the camp, which were full of local canyons who would happily have turned
them in for a 10-shilling reward. As they approached the mountain, they reached the
Nanyuki River and followed it into the forest, which they knew was full of big game. A leopard menaced their campsite one night, and they encountered rhinos and
elephants on the higher slopes, but none attacked them. They continued upward, still following the
river toward its source, the glaciers overhead. From the prison camp, gazing through borrowed
binoculars, they had glimpsed a gully that they judged was about halfway up the mountain.
After six days, they hadn't yet reached this gully, which meant that they wouldn't accomplish the trip in the 10 days they'd provisioned for, or perhaps even in
the 14 they had promised in their note. Benuzzi worried that they were out of shape after two
years in the camps, and almost eight without practice in rock climbing. But they reached the
gully the next day, and on the following day they emerged into open Alps and Heather. After a
drenching rainstorm, the sky cleared and they could see the prison camp away across the plain. They lit a huge fire that evening, hoping that their friends could see them.
Judging from the plant life, which they'd studied in advance, they estimated they'd reached 13,000
feet, and the next day they caught their first glimpse of Batián, the highest peak.
Bonuzzi wrote, I had not expected it to be so near, so beautiful, so tantalizing.
They were now following a tributary
of the Nanyuki that they hoped would take them more directly toward the summit of the mountain.
Things were looking promising, but Enzo, who was still ill, now collapsed while chasing a bird.
They revived him, but the doctor said he must not be allowed to climb higher. This was hard news,
as it meant that they wouldn't be able to establish a base camp at a reasonable height,
and this would reduce their chance of reaching the summit. They resolved to make their base camp in the tent's present location. This was rather too
low to give them a good start for an ascent of Batián, but it was the best they would be able to
do. When Enzo was securely set up in the camp, Guillaume and Benuzzi set out to reconnoiter.
They considered both peaks. They knew that Batián, the higher of the two, had been climbed,
but they did not know from which side. They had no way to know whether there was a standard route to the summit, and if so, where it was. They would have to rely on educated guesswork.
They had no time to circle the whole peak to examine it, and in any case, they couldn't move
the base camp given Enzo's condition. They found out later that there was a hut on the farther side
of Batean, a thousand feet higher than their base camp, and marking the start of a standard route to
the peak. Instead, they chose an ascent from the north. As it happened, the ridge they chose to follow had been climbed only
once before under summer conditions by the world-famous British climbers Eric Shipton and
Bill Tillman, and they chose to approach this ridge from the north, which Shipton and Tillman
had decided was hopeless and in winter conditions, but they didn't know any of this. Not knowing this,
they returned to camp and devoted the next day, February 3rd, to rest and preparation. Enzo had assembled their flag for them. To prevent it
being discovered, they had prepared it in three pieces, and each of them had sewn a single stripe
of the tricolor flag into his clothing. Enzo had used the red stripe as a bag for their biscuits,
Guillaume had sewn the green section into the lining of his cap as a protection against
ultraviolet rays, and Felicia had concealed the white section inside his shirt. The next day they arose at 3 a.m. and
started a laborious climb toward the peak. The air was thin and they were under-equipped and low on
provisions, so they would be able to make only one attempt. The climb was agonizing and dangerous.
The rope they were using had been designed to fasten bedding nets to bunks. As they went,
Felice left a trail of red paper arrows that he
had painted laboriously back in camp to show the way down if they were surprised by mists and lost
their way. As they made their way up the rock, he wondered at one point whether they would reach
16,000 feet. That would have been an achievement in itself for him, as it's higher than Mont Blanc,
the highest peak of the Alps in which he had learned to climb. In fact, they reached 16,400
feet, maybe 650 feet below the
summit, when disaster struck. An unexpected ice storm blew in, and the temperature began to drop.
After debating, they decided to retreat, but it was unclear whether even this would be possible.
They were freezing, hungry, and exhausted, and the blowing ice was disoriented.
They were saved by Benuzzi's red arrows, which were just visible through the blowing snow.
Benuzzi later wrote, I cannot remember how many times I concluded that we were irretrievably lost on that hostile snow-covered face. Even now
as I am writing this, I can scarcely believe that all these things happened to me. Sometimes I am
inclined to think that I only dreamt it. It was nearly 9 p.m. when they finally made their way
back down to the base camp, exhausted after climbing for almost 18 hours. Nearly out of
food now, they couldn't hope to try again for the highest summit. Attempting a lower summit would require a day of rest first, and they were nearly
out of food, but they decided that they had come too far to depart without some victory.
Two days later, on February 6th, they rose at 1 a.m. and set out for Lanana, the mountain's
third highest peak, at 16,355 feet. After 10 hours of exhausted climbing, they reached the top at
10.05 a.m. and planted their
homemade Italian flag. Benuzzi wrote, this was the climax of eight months preparation and of two
weeks of toil. It was worth both. If anyone wonders what it meant to us to see the flag of our country
flying free in the sky after not having seen it so long for two years, I can only say that it was
the grand sight indeed. Beneath the flag, they left a sealed brandy bottle containing their names. Then they made their way back down the peak to return to the base camp and
prepare for the journey home. It had taken them nine days to travel from the prison camp to the
base camp. They hoped to get back in three days. It might seem strange to break into a prison camp,
but they had nowhere else to go and were now desperately low on provisions. Bonuzzi said that
far from being forbidding, the camp now looked positively attractive because they knew they'd find food there. As they made their way
down the mountain, Benuzzi took note again of the beautiful sights they'd seen on the way up.
He called this an inexhaustible store of beauty on which they could draw during the years behind
the barbed wire. They followed the river carefully down to the plain and made their way hungrily back
to the camp. They sneaked back into camp 18 days after their departure, only four days later than they had promised in their note. They didn't reveal
themselves immediately to the authorities. The other prisoners said they were surprised to see
them. They had thought the story of climbing Mount Kenya was just a tale to mislead the prison
officers while they escaped to Mogadishu. Some of their friends received them coldly as the
authorities had placed restrictions on them after the escape had been discovered, and many refused
to believe that they'd climbed the mountain at all. But the three of them were
home and safe. They had a hot meal, got their hair cut, and slept blissfully in their bunks that night.
The next morning, they presented themselves to the British compound officer and said,
good morning. They were sentenced to 28 days in the cells, but actually spent only seven as the
camp commandant said he appreciated their sporting effort. In fact, the British authorities seemed willing to overlook the escapade until their flag and
names were discovered on the mountain and started making headlines. Kenya was, after all, British
territory and the nations were at war. So they were kept for a time in cells as punishment.
But even here, their friends smuggled in books, food, and cigarettes for them, so life was bearable,
and Bonuzzi now felt the satisfaction he had dreamed of during their long months of preparation. One night he awoke confusedly from
a dream and felt the cool wind of the glaciers through the bars of his cell. He went to the
window and looked out at the mountain. He thought, is it true? Have we really been there? Has not
everything been a dream, a wonderful dream? And he imagined the mountain said to him,
it is as you think. I have given you riches which can never be confiscated even by the most exacting searchers,
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The dream you dream shall live in your memory, a delight that will never stale.
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Sherry Martin wrote to us, Hello, Sharon and Greg. I was listening to your most recent podcast,
episode 142, in which Sharon discusses some oceanic mirages. I was a little surprised the
Titanic didn't come up.
There's some speculation due to eyewitness accounts,
the ship's geographic location, and the peculiar weather conditions that night
that the reason the iceberg the Titanic grazed went unnoticed until it was too late
wasn't because of negligence, but because the current the ship had passed into
and a corresponding collision of warm and cold fronts hid the icebergs in a mirage. It's also speculated that the same mirages may have hindered the rescue
efforts, as the Titanic would have looked like a much smaller ship than it was to vessels searching
for a giant ocean liner, which could explain accounts from survivors that ships had passed
them by, while ships in the area who received the distress call claimed never to see the Titanic.
If this is the case, I'd wager it's the deadliest a trick of the light has ever been.
Love the show, and as always, I'm eager to hear what next week will bring.
And this is a really interesting theory that Sherry has brought to our attention.
Several sources seem to find this theory at least plausible. For example, I found an article in a
March 2012 issue
of the Smithsonian Magazine titled, Did the Titanic Sink Because of an Optical Illusion?
British historian Tim Moulton spent six years researching this possibility, including scouring
weather records and ship's logs. He's written a book on the subject called Titanic, A Very
Deceiving Night, which was turned into documentaries by the Smithsonian Channel and by National Geographic. Malton says that unusual atmospheric conditions the night the
Titanic sank, with layers of freezing cold air underneath layers of significantly warmer air,
produced super refraction, or an extraordinary bending of light. This would have caused superior
mirages and a layer of haze. As I mentioned in episode 142, in superior mirages, objects appear to be higher than they actually are.
This can cause an elevated false horizon, and the area between the false horizon and the real one can be filled with haze.
Maltin says that several ships in the area where the Titanic sank noted mirages and light refraction in their logbooks during that same time period.
Malton said, for years, Titanic's lookouts were not believed when they said the iceberg came out of a haze on that clear night.
But now we know that they were telling the truth.
My research reconciles much previously unreconciled testimony and reveals that Titanic sank at the center of a
perfect storm of atmospheric conditions. Malton says that this thermal inversion of warm air over
cold air was observed from the passengers in the Titanic's lifeboats, who reported seeing the warm
smoke from the sinking ship rise up in a column, but then flatten out at the top of the column when
it hit the capping inversion, as then the smoke would be cooler than the much warmer air above,
and so would have immediately stopped rising.
For example, Philip Edmund Mock, who was in lifeboat number 11, reported,
We were probably a mile away when the Titanic's lights went out.
I last saw the ship with her stern high in the air going down.
After the noise, I saw a huge column of black smoke slightly lighter
than the sky, rising high into the sky and then flattening out at the top like a mushroom.
Malton surmises that the unusual optical effects of that night not only caused the iceberg to be
hidden until too late, but they also disrupted rescue operations and attempts at communication.
The captain of the Californian, another ship in the area that night, had always
maintained that they had tried more than once to signal the ship that turned out to be the Titanic
using a Morse lamp, but that the other ship had made no response. After the collision, the Titanic
had tried to use its Morse lamp to signal the Californian, also to no avail. Malton's understanding
is that the super refraction distorted and obscured these signals. Also, the Californian didn't understand that the ship that they saw was actually the Titanic,
as it appeared to be both too small and too near to them to be the Titanic.
Similarly, the distress rockets fired by the Titanic, although seen by the Californian,
appeared to be too low in the air, and the Californian's crew didn't understand what they were.
Malton seems to feel that his research has exonerated the crew of the Titanic
and that it's comforting to think that such a terrible tragedy
didn't happen solely as a result of avoidable human error,
but rather from being caught in a set of such unusual circumstances
that just weren't properly understood.
I wonder how commonly that happens in the North Atlantic.
I mean, you'd think if it happened then, it would have happened earlier or later then,
and it would be sort of a recognized phenomenon, you know?
Yeah, I mean, I don't know.
It's a good point.
I didn't actually think to look into that.
I don't think it's like never happens, but I think it happened to an extreme extent that night,
and it sounds like it wasn't well understood, at least at the time.
Which is why it confused people.
Which is why it confused people,
and why they didn't believe the Titanic's lookouts
when they were saying the icebergs came out of a haze,
and they're like, well, it was a clear night.
There shouldn't have been a haze.
So obviously they wouldn't have understood it,
although other ships were reporting seeing odd optical things.
I don't know how well they understood the whole phenomenon.
At the time.
Yeah. In episode 92, we covered the story of how in 1982, college sophomore Gregory Watson
wrote a term paper in which he argued that a 200-year-old proposed constitutional amendment
could still be ratified. Watson's professor wasn't all that impressed with the argument
and gave him a C on the paper. That poor grade spurred Watson to start a 10-year mission to prove his professor
wrong and get the amendment added to the Constitution, which it was in 1992. Daniel
Sturman wrote in to let us know that there's recently been a new development in this story.
Watson's professor for that class, Sharon Waite, just this month has signed some paperwork to officially change Watson's grade on the paper from a C to an A+.
Waite said,
Goodness, he certainly proved he knew how to work the Constitution and what it meant and how to be politically active.
So yes, I think he deserves an A after that effort. A+. Watson had celebrated his success in 1992 and over the years has followed it up with other projects of his, such as getting Mississippi in 1995 to finally ratify the 13th Amendment, which abolished slavery, or more recently pestering the city of Austin, Texas, where he's a city council aide to put up street signs on intersections that don't have them.
Waite, however, wasn't as successful in her career and had been feeling sorry that she'd spent so many years studying and pursuing her degrees, wondering what it had all been for, until recently learning about Watson's achievement.
She said,
Many people have said you never know what kind of effect you're going to have on other people and on this world.
And now I'm in my 70s, I've come to believe that's very, very true. That's a good story.
If that doesn't get you an A in a government class, I don't know what would.
And Catherine Hsiao wrote in to us,
and Catherine Xiao wrote in to us,
Hi, Greg, Sharon, and the silent Sasha.
I was introduced to your podcast by my friend Stephen C when he posted his top 10 favorite podcasts on his blog.
Yours was his number one pick.
I started listening in January 2016, beginning at episode one,
when you hadn't even started the amazing lateral thinking puzzles.
I travel for work, so your podcast made my commute much more enjoyable.
My second son was born at the end of last year,
so he heard a lot of your voices while in the womb.
Maybe my phone speakers are not very good
because I have yet to actually hear Sasha.
I take your word that she exists.
What episode can you hear her best in?
I finally caught up and am taking this celebratory moment to write to you and mention something
I have been noticing for a while.
When Sharon talks about supporting the podcast, she pronounces the word Patreon in Patreon
campaign and Patreon.com differently.
Is this on purpose?
You have had several episodes about language and Sharon's pronunciation has always intrigued
me.
Love your podcast, especially when you struggle with puzzles that I know the answer to. several episodes about language and Saren's pronunciation has always intrigued me.
Love your podcast,
especially when you struggle with puzzles that I know the answer to.
You're welcome.
Sad I don't have a backlog of episodes
that I can binge on and have to
wait week by week for the next. Keep up
the fantastic work of this entertaining and
educational podcast.
And thanks, Catherine, for writing, and thanks
to Stephen for including us on his blog.
It's always a big help to us when people let others know about our show.
That's something that we haven't always been the best about doing ourselves.
So thanks for everybody who helps with that.
And we are pretty sure that we do have a cat and believe that she is definitely not silent,
especially when she decides that she's being neglected, as she tends to do on a daily basis.
She probably would have been easier
to hear in one of our earlier episodes before
we changed our mic setup.
We know she's made an appearance in several
episodes to one extent or another, but we don't
happen to remember which episodes you can
hear her the most clearly in.
As for how I pronounce
Patreon, I hadn't realized that
until Catherine wrote in about it,
but she's right. I am pronouncing it differently at different times. I think I have a tendency to
say Patreon, Patreon, Patreon, I think is what I say. But when I'm trying to give it as a website,
that's when I'm going more with Patreon. I hadn't noticed that. So yeah, I am saying it a little
bit differently. Um, I'm saying it is patreon.com. That's to help people spell it correctly if
they're trying to type it into a browser
so I guess that is kind of inconsistent of me
but I'm afraid it's become such a habit now
that I'm not sure I'll be able to change it
but at least now everyone will know
why I'm doing it that way
so thank you so much to everyone who writes into us
if you have any questions or comments for us
or if you happen to remember a particular episode
where you can hear Sasha and we can pass that along to Catherine, please send us an email at podcast at futilitycloset.com.
It's my turn to try to solve a lateral thinking puzzle.
Greg is going to present me with a strange-sounding situation, and I have to try to work out what's actually going on, asking only yes or no questions. This is from listener David White. Oh, okay. On Inauguration
Day, March 4th, 1925, in front of huge crowds at the Capitol building, William Howard Taft stood
and spoke the words of the presidential oath of office as laid out in Article II of the Constitution.
At the conclusion of his oath, however, he was not recognized as the President of the United States.
In fact, he was still not recognized as the President even by the end of the entire inaugural ceremony.
Why not?
Oh, my.
Okay, I'm not familiar with Article 2 of the Constitution.
Do I need to be?
No.
Okay.
I mean, is there some kind of funny thing here?
Like, he was taking over for the President.
Like, I don't remember much about Taft in his history. He was, he was taking over for the president. Like,
I don't remember much about Taft in his history.
He was like taking over for an actual acting president.
So he was just going to be,
no,
he wasn't.
He was like just acting president for the day or something.
Okay.
So he was actually being inaugurated as the president.
He'd won an election.
He'd won a presidential election.
No,
no.
Oh,
oh,
oh,
Taft was a judge, right? So he was the one, he was inaugurating another president, acting as the judge.
Yes?
I wondered if you were just going to knock this right out of the park.
Yes, that's it.
David writes, in 1925, William Howard Taft was not speaking the words as president-elect,
but as the chief justice of the Supreme Court, making him the only person in U.S. history to both give and receive the presidential oath of office. While the oath of office that he administered in 1925 to Calvin Coolidge was his first time doing so, it was not the most memorable time he did it. That would come four years later in 1929 during the swearing-in of Herbert Hoover, when Chief Justice Taft unfortunately became the first person to bungle the words of the oath of office while administering it.
And perhaps no one would have even noticed that unless a 13-year-old girl listening to him on the radio
hadn't written to him letting him know that he had given the oath incorrectly.
The mangling of the oath of office would not happen again until 2009,
when Chief Justice John Roberts, relying on his memory rather than reading from a card,
recited the oath incorrectly to President-elect Obama.
Obama repeated the incorrect oath given to him by Roberts, and even though constitutional scholars said that the misspoken
oath did not change Obama's status as president, the Chief Justice re-administered the oath to
President Obama at a private ceremony the next day out of an abundance of caution.
So thanks, David, for sending that.
Thank you, David. And if anybody else has a puzzle they'd like to send in for us to try,
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