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Critics admitted that in at least one instance retouchers had improved on Rembrandt. Still struggling with problems of perspective, the young painter had done a poor job on Dr. Tulp's chair. A later painter had straightened it out. Strangest discovery of all: some retoucher, evidently not liking the look of Rembrandt's original signature, had covered it over with a carefully traced duplicate...
...Play Ball." Then Veeck fetched up a gag calculated to rouse angry mutterings throughout baseball's official hierarchy. Against the Detroit Tigers, Veeck led off his batting order with the strangest figure ever to wear a major-league uniform: brandishing a toy bat, a midget (3 ft. 7 in.) named Ed Gaedel stepped up to the plate. Before the Tigers could protest, Manager Taylor produced a bona fide contract, and the baffled umpire said, "Play ball." Tiger Pitcher Bob Cain, obviously afraid of hitting the batter with a fast pitch, admitted defeat by giving Gaedel an intentional walk* (Final...
Most important, it shines with the Gioconda smile, tight yet tender, fleeting yet eternal, which was Leonardo's strangest and least imitable gift to human imagination. The drawing may have taken the artist no more than an hour to do; the Met bought it in May at a London auction...
...strangest place the Fairservis expedition visited was a narrow valley near the Iranian border. Surrounded by deserts and now a barren wasteland itself, the valley must have been a lake bed in some remote period. Later it must have been thickly inhabited. A great wind that rages through the valley has blown the soil away, uncovering town sites, cemeteries and heaps of pottery fragments which now lie exposed on the desert. There the expedition found tools of copper, but there was no evidence that any people had lived in the valley since prehistoric times...
...circus impresario's wife gets him his strangest task. Thanks to her, he signs on as a lion tamer, finds that his job is to lie down with a beefsteak on his chest and let a lion eat the steak. A dress rehearsal and one performance cool his ardor for the impresario's wife. It turns out that the impresario uses her as a regular decoy to line up human steak platters. Between catastrophes, H. Hatterr asks himself the perennial questions of philosophy, some piffling, some reaching toward profundity: "Why is an evening paper published in the afternoon...