I was recently reminded that, having got sidetracked by Triantafillos & Stelios Balutis, I hadn’t got round to returning to the Balutz line of inquiry. So here are some notes on Balutz-surnamed people to keep you going. 🙂

By the way, even though you might think that “Balutz” came from the slum district of Bałuty in northern Łódź (the one that became a horrific ghetto in WWII), I actually suspect that the two aren’t connected in any useful way. (But please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!)

Balutz to think about

Despite (as previously discussed) Trove offering up only the single (albeit intensely interesting baccarat-school-related) mention of Balutz, American newspapers and archives offer up a fair few Balutzes to work with.

So, whereas my last post here discussed Lithuanian migration to Britain 1868-1905, this post’s focus is mainly on Romanians and Hungarians called Balutz emigrating to the US, mainly via the port of Hamburg.

Typical of this wider narrative are Miklos Balutz (b. ~1881), Avisalom Balutz (b. ~1880), and Samuel Balutz (b. ~1870), all from Keresd in Hungary (well, in that part of Transylvania which is now in Romania). In the 1905 New York State Census, we can see all three living as boarders in Ellicott Place, Lancaster, Erie: the annotation says that they are a “laborer family“.

For Miklos, you can see him departing Hamburg on 11 Dec 1904, travelling on the S.S. Patricia to New York via Dover and Boulogne, arriving 25th Dec 1904. Similarly, Avisalom travelled from Liverpool to New York, arriving on 6 Nov 1904: and appears to have travelled again from Hamburg to New York (via Cuxhaven, Southampton & Cherbourg), arriving on 14 Sep 1912.

In 1917-1918, we can see “non-declarant alien” Avisalom Joan Balutz (born Feb 1880), now a laborer of 212 Plum Alley, Trumbull County, Ohio, enlisting in the US Army. (Note that there are now plenty of people with the surname Balut in Trumbull County.) Avisalom’s next of kin was a John Balutz of 619 Powersdale Avenue, Youngstown, Ohio. Presumably this was the same John Balutz who was a laborer boarding in 40 Tenth in Youngstown, PA in 1915.

Elsewhere in Pennsylvania, this was broadly around the same time (according to a Wasilchak/Balutz family tree on ancestry.com) that a John Balutz married Anna Truhan (1896-1974) and begat Peter (?), Helen (1917-1942), Nicholas (1919-), Paul (1920-) and Mary Balutz (1922-2011), many of whom were born in Jessup, PA.

On 28 Feb 1923, we hear of an Anna Balutz having surgical treatment in Ellwood Hospital: but on 09 Mar 1917, we also read of Zack Balutz (of Second Street, Ellwood) also being admitted to hospital.

In 1930-1945, John, Anna and Mary Balutz were resident in 120 Palm St, Olyphant, Lackawanna, PA, yielding a further cluster of Balutz archival sightings. On 17 Aug 1931, we see a Helen Balutz, 14, of the same address being involved in an accident (for which she was awarded damages in Nov 1931): the same Helen Balutz died in October 1942 after a short illness.

Are all these John Balutz and Anna Balutz sightings at both ends of Pennsylvania of the same people? (I guess so, but I don’t know for sure.)

More Balutzes from Keresd

Apart from the above, we also have the Julie Lanke Dudrick family tree on ancestry.com to work with. This flags an Atyim (John) Balutz (1861-), father of Zachary (Zaharia) Băluț (check out my diacritics, all you doubters), (b. 1884 in Malincrav, Romania, d. 21 December 1941, Terre Haute, Indiana).

We first see an Atkime Balutz aged 42 from Keresd travelling from Bremen to Baltimore in 1902, to stay with a “Bath, Joh.”.

Though I can’t make out the rest of the destination, it seems he had already made the trip before in 1899. We then see Atyim Balutz arriving in Baltimore, Maryland from Bremen in 1903, heading for Alliance, Ohio.

After that, we see Zachary arrive in New York from Bremen in 1907 on the Kaiser Wilhelm Der Grosse. In 1920, he was living at 1913 8th Avenue with his brother-in-law Peter (Petru) Saracin and sister Sophy (Zenovia) Saracin. In Ellwood City in 1922, he saved a fellow worker from being gassed.

And… there are about a further 30 or 40 Balutzes, whose immigrant lives simply don’t seem to hit the suburban newspaper chatterati’s radar.

Do You See The Problem Here?

Despite having tried to trace a fair few Balutzes above, there’s actually very little narrative thread to grab hold of and follow. Rather, what we seem to be seeing here is a broad brush of history being dourly daubed, as a whole generation of European immigrants found itself absorbed into and consumed by America’s circa-1900 capitalist machinery.

Some, like John Balutz, married and raised families: but many, perhaps isolated by language / culture / prejudice / racism / whatever, seem to have struggled to find a place for themselves in America beyond simply their narrowly-allocated role as raw muscle.

Within the sphere of genealogical research, this working class invisibility seems to impose a kind of lower bound, below which almost nothing is visible. It makes the tools of genealogy seem impossibly middle class, as if we are trying to understand bats by dissecting cuttlefish. Honestly? Right now, I’m sorry but it feels like we don’t stand the faintest chance here. 🙁

So… Where Next, Nick?

So I’m still interested by the mysterious baccarat school Balutz: unless anyone knows better, he seems likely to me to have been born to Romanian parents around the turn of the century, perhaps in America.

All the same, I have to say that the archival tides don’t seem to be flowing in our direction here. Really, we need the archives to provide us with a lucky break, which – as I hope you already know – only normally happens in Dan Brown novels.

But… let’s just cross our collective fingers and hope for the best, eh?

This is, of the course, the single question that bothered me most after writing my most recent post on the Somerton Man. As you’d expect, almost all the Keans/Keanes I found were Scottish or Irish immigrants: but, sticking out like a sore thumb, there was a single British Joseph Kean with two Lithuanian parents. I set out to figure out what was going on there…

Lithuanian emigration

In the century and more before 1918 (when Lithuania reconstituted itself as a freestanding state), Lithuania was a region controlled by the Russian Empire. Its language (Lithuanian) and religion (almost entirely Roman Catholic) both found themselves being increasingly suppressed, as part of Imperial attempts to damp down its nationalist fervour for independence.

When Lithuanians were hit by a great famine in 1867-1868, the response of many was to emigrate: all in all, it lost 20% of its population to emigration from 1868 to 1900 or so.

In the 19th century, one of the most popular places immigrants looked to move to was Great Britain, a country that allowed pretty much anyone in. (This was to change with the 1905 Aliens Act, which gave control over immigration to the Home Secretary, a dragon-nose-snorting feeling of power that seems to define the kind of populist idiot politician who goes for that job.)

So it should be no surprise that, post-1868, Lithuanian émigré communities started to pop up in London, Manchester, Liverpool, Nottingham, etc. The fifteenth century Catholic Saint Casimir Jagiellon was their patron saint, so processions, chapels and even churches dedicated to St. Casimir also started to appear (around 1900 or so).

I think this forms the basic historical narrative framework to bear in mind when trying to understand the experience and situation of Lithuanian immigrants 1800-1900.

Basic Facts About Joseph Kean

The genealogical archives give us four basic records relating to Joseph Kean:

  1. His 1922 emigration from Liverpool to Philadelphia on the S.S. Pittsburgh with his wife Frances
  2. His 1926 application for naturalization
  3. The 1930 US Census (he is living in Cuyahoga, Cleveland, OH with wife Frances and son John).
  4. The 1940 US Census (no change there)

They also tell us a few more details about Frances Kean

  • born 24th Mar 1896, died 1st Jun 1970 (when her status was “married”)
  • buried in All Saints Cemetery, Northfield, Summit County, Ohio, USA

…and John Joseph Kean…

  • born 3rd Nov 1923, died 30 Sep 1969
  • buried in All Saints Cemetery, Northfield, Summit County, Ohio, USA

Note that there’s also a Joseph F. Kean (who died 7th March 1983) buried in All Saints Cemetery, but there’s no date of birth or picture, so it’s not yet clear to me if this is the same Joseph Kean we’re interested in.

Joseph Kean’s Family

Joseph Kean’s 1922 immigration record from the S.S. Pittsburgh includes a number of telling details:

  • Though he was born in Britain, his race was “Lithuanian”
  • Joseph’s occupation was “Miner”, Frances’ was “Housewife”
  • Their last abode was “Manchester”
  • They were heading for Cleveland, Ohio.
  • The next of kin (for both him and his wife Frances) was listed as “Aunt Mrs Majaikas, 59 Lankin Lane, Liverpool” (more on her later)

However, the most interesting thing was a handwritten note that was added to the typed list – “Smirpunas, used for convenience in army“:

So it seems Joseph Kean’s given surname had originally been “Smirpunas” (or something like it), but that he had changed it to “Kean” for convenience in the British Army.

It didn’t take me long to find his parents Jonas and Antonina “Surpunas”, travelling across to Philadelphia at almost exactly the same time (but aboard the White Star Line’s S.S. Haverford), departing Liverpool on 19 Nov 1921.

We can also see miner Jonas Snirpunas (though now from Paeyerus, Russia, and only “48” years old, so obviously it was a very refreshing journey) and Antonina Snirpunas arriving in Philadelphia on 30th November 1921, along with (and here’s a surprise) English-born 17-year-old son William Snirpunas (also a miner). All three’s next of kin is marked as “Cousin Vincent Majackis, of 59 Limekiln Lane, Liverpool”.

From this we can tell that in 1921, Jonas Snirpunas was a Lithuanian-born miner (either 48 or 52, while his Lithuanian-born wife Antonina was 52), who had been living in 91 Station Road, Haydock St Helens. Which, according to Google Maps, now looks like this:

Knowing that his parents had been living in Haydock St Helens then made it easy to find Joseph Kean’s British WWI records. Private Joseph Kean 428778 of the Labouring Corps was discharged with a military pension on 6th March 1919 because of “neurasthenia” (“20%” of which was caused by military service). His address was “91 Station Road, Haydock St Helens”.

It seems that this (eight shillings a week) pension ceased on 24/5/1921, and that the paperwork was “transferred to Foreign & Colonial 5/7/[19]22”. My guess (and it’s only a guess) would be that the end of his military pension in May 1921 may have helped trigger Joseph’s emigration to America later that same year.

Regardless, Joseph’s 1927 petition for naturalization included his birth name (“Joseph Snirpunas”) and his changed name (“Joseph Kean”), and gave his birth date as 19th October 1899. His address was given as 3134 Superior Avenue, Cleveland Ohio. The dates of birth given above for his wife and son are both also confirmed here.

What next for the Snirpunas family?

Just to complete the big fat record dump, William Snirpunas married Johanna A. Feltz, and they had two daughters that I could find:

  • Antionette Snirpunas (b. 30 Mar 1925 in Cleveland, Ohio, d. Jun 1984), SSN 289200917 – “Sep 1942: ANTIONETTE PETERSON SNIRPUNAS; Mar 1947: ANTIONETTE E GIBBY; Jul 1962: ANTOINETTE E HOGAN; 29 Dec 1987: ANTOINETTE HOGAN”
  • Marion Snirpunas (b. 22 Dec 1927 in Cleveland Cu[yahoga] Ohio, d. 10 Oct 2004), SSN 293263472 – “Mar 1947: MARION PETERSON; Feb 1952: MARION BROWN”.

I couldn’t see what became of Jonas or Antonina Snirpunas.

Was Joseph Kean the Somerton Man?

Joseph Kean fits the bill in so many ways: a miner of the right age, a “Britisher”, an immigrant, and with Baltic DNA.

But the archives haven’t yielded all their secrets yet. Knowing his date and place of birth, we can trace his US WWII draft card, which tells us:

Weight:155 [lbs]
Complexion:Ruddy
Eye Colour:Gray
Hair Colour:Blonde
Height:5” 7 1/2″

However, I feel fairly certain that this is also Joseph Kean, SSN 282-05-6088, born 18th October 1899, last residence 44141, Brecksville, Cuyahoga, Ohio, USA, died March 1983 – without much doubt the same Joseph Kean buried in All Saints Cemetery.

So: no, I don’t think that Joseph Kean (né Snirpunas) was the Somerton Man.

Last thoughts, Nick?

For me, the main point of chasing down this rabbit hole was to see if there was any systematic reason why a Lithuanian guy might end up with a name like Joseph Kean – such as the whole supposed “KEANIC” thing (which I never really understood).

In the end, this particular instance seems to have been nothing more complex than an immigrant opportunistically swapping one Catholic immigrant surname for another more pronounceable (and less alien) one to try to blend in in the British Army in WWI. In the big scheme of things, though, I’d be surprised if this was anything more than an outlier.

However, what I did find out was that the US Census records include a lot of detail about parental nationality: and so I wonder if there is a way to search the various US Censuses for all people called Kean or Keane whose mother was Lithuanian, Latvian, Estonian, Finnish, or Polish.

When I tried this out, the closest Lithuanian I could find was Maurice Kean (b. ~1906) and Julius Kean (b. ~1910), whose father Samuel Kean was a Jewish tailor from Lithuania. So, no maternal match there.

No hits for Latvia or Estonia: for Poland, I found a Michael and Caroline Kean (both born in Poland) living in Chicago with all their children.

For Russia, however, I found a Jeremy Kean of 79 Garfield Ave, New London CT (b. 1900 to Benjamin and Rosie Kean, both of Russia); a Nathan Kean (b. 1900 to David and Sarah Kean, both of Russia); and so on and so on.

Essentially, it seems that the pattern being followed by a good number of Russian Jewish families was that they Americanised their names to Kean: and I would be unsurprised if this was usually from Cohen / Kohn / etc.

Of course, the Somerton Man was famously uncircumcised, so it would perhaps seem a little unlikely that he was a Cohen-turned-Kean. But… who can tell?

Ever the provocateur, Pete Bowes’ latest challenge concerns the fact that if you look at each of the four short uncrossed-out lines of mysterious text indented on the back of the Somerton Man’s Rubaiyat, the seventh letter is always A. Well, he says, what are the odds of that, then?

So Let’s Run the Numbers…

For the sake of argument, let’s work with the transcription of the four lines that appears on Wikipedia (simply because it’s somewhere to start):

W R G O A B A B D
W T B I M P A N E T P
M L I A B O A I A Q C
I T T M T S A M S T G A B

OK: it’s dead easy to see the column of four A’s Pete is highlighting, so let’s try to calculate how (un)likely that pattern is.

The four lines contain 2, 1, 3, and 2 As respectively: and no other letter appears on all four lines. So, we might reasonably wonder what the probability of this would be if you randomly anagram each of the four lines. For this to work, all four As would have to fall in the first nine columns.

  • Line #2: the probability that its single A falls in any of the matchable 9 columns is 9/11. We’ll use whichever column this falls in for the rest of the calculation.
  • Line #1: two As and 9 columns, probability = 2/9
  • Line #3: three As and 11 columns, probability = 3/11
  • Line #4: two As and 13 columns. Probability = 2/13

Multiply these four individual probabilities together (because they all have to be true simultaneously), and you get (9/11)*(2/9)*(3/11)*(2/13) = (12/1573).

So, if you randomly anagrammed each of the four lines, the odds that you would see a column of four As is roughly 1 in 131. Which I think is good to know, because it seems to rule out the possibility that any heavy-duty ciphers (where any such pattern would be destroyed) was employed here.

In short, this is looking even more like an acrostic than it did before.

All ‘Ands On Deck

The suggestion that we are looking at the first letters of four lines of poetry has been floated countless times before. Let’s face it, given that the four lines were written on the back of a book of quatrains (i.e. four-line poems), that hardly requires a huge stretch of the imagination.

But if we centre the same four odd-length lines a bit more, we can see that four As sit extremely close to the centre of each line:

    W R G O   A   B A B D
  W T B I M P   A   N E T P
  M L I A B O   A   I A Q C
I T T M T S   A   M S T G A B

Looking at this, I’m wondering if this might suggest that two or more of these very central As might be the first letter of the word AND.

Back in 2015, I discussed Barry Traish’s excellent bacronymic poem that he imaginatively reconstructed from the Rubaiyat message’s initials (note that Barry used a slightly different transcription from the one on Wikipedia):

“My road goes on, and by and by divides,
Now two branches, into morning, past a new evening that provides,
My love is a barren oblivion, and itself alone quite certain,
It’s time to move the soul among magic stars, then gently asleep besides.”

You can see that Barry has replaced the As on line #1 and line #3 with AND, so that after a short first idea (“My road goes on”) and following pause (“,”), he uses AND to link the line on to the second idea (“by and by divides”). This is a natural (if somewhat clichéd) way of constructing a simple poem.

Stress Doesn’t Have To Be Stressful

Rearranged yet another way…

    W R G O   A   B A B D
W T B I M P   A   N E T P
M L I A B O   A   I A Q C
I T T M T S   A   M S T G A B

…I’m wondering whether all the central A-words in this third arrangement are unstressed. I’m pretty sold on Barry’s “And By And By” in line #1, and it’s no surprise that the A-words Barry selected are all unstressed:

and and / a / a and alone / among asleep

Moreover: laid out like this, I’m left wondering whether the first half of the first line might have ended up too short: compared to the other three, [W/M] R G O feels like it has a beat missing. Sure, it might conceivably use words with more syllables, but that doesn’t quite feel right to me.

Errm… You Mentioned Tolkien?

Long-suffering Cipher Mysteries readers surely know that I occasionally like to drop in fairly tangential references to J. R. R. Tolkien. And why not? Tolkien loved runes and old languages, and he even very probably saw a scratchy rotoscope rotograph copy of the Voynich Manuscript that was floating around Oxford in the 1930s, back when he was an academic there.

Of course, the big thing Tolkien did in the 1930s was write The Hobbit (released in September 1937). The first edition of 1500 copies sold out quickly, and a second edition was printed immediately afterwards: despite paper shortages in WW2, it has never been out of print since.

The book was a huge success in Britain and the US: yet if you look for it in Trove, it only appears in 1937 and 1938, and then you’ll find no mention until Tolkien’s Fellowship of the Ring was published in the 1950s.

(From “The Art of The Hobbit”)

Why do I mention all this? Simply because I suspect the first line of the poem penned on the back of the Rubaiyat may have been ripped off from directly inspired by the poem that Bilbo recites in the last chapter of The Hobbit, at the end of his long journey back to the Shire:

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

To be precise, I suspect it wasn’t Tolkien’s scansion or rhyming or Hobbity doggerel that was the inspiration: but rather the way that the entire first line of the poem presents roads as a straightforward poetic metaphor for life’s journey long spent away but now finally back home.

And so I can’t help but suspect that the first line of the poem (with more than a small nod to Tolkien, & reinstating the Bilboesque ‘ever’ he omitted) was:

My road goes (ever) onwards; and by and by [divides?]

The Missing Child?

If you broadly accept this much (however much of a stretch you find it), then I think you also have to consider the possibility that the Somerton Man bought The Hobbit not for himself (for it was most definitely published as a children’s book), but rather to read to his young child(ren) at bedtime. (And if I had to, I’d guess that this was an eight-year-old boy circa 1938.)

(Yes, for my sins, I indeed read The Hobbit and the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy to my own son when he was young. Please therefore feel free to consider me impossibly old-fashioned, I really don’t mind.)

Putting all this together, I can’t help but feel more than a bit swayed by the (romantic and utterly speculative, but entirely plausible-sounding) notion that we might be able to glimpse the sweep of the Somerton Man’s life embedded in this single (reconstructed) first line: a man born in South Australia, living away in America, having a (Hobbit-loving) ten-year-old son in 1938, and – somewhat like Bilbo Baggins, but let’s not get too carried away, eh? – coming full circle back to the Shire South Australia in 1948.

Where he died, alas. The rest you already know.

Hopefully one day we’ll know if this was indeed how the Somerton Man’s life played out – whether we can see his world in (this) grain of sand. Or if we are – not for the first time – just kidding ourselves like hell. Who can tell?

And finally, the 1930 US Census…

As always, the Somerton Man researchers among us might now be itching to head over to the 1930 US census to look for a J. Kean[e] born around 1900 who had a child born around 1925-1930.

To save you the effort, I dropped by there myself. Here’s who I found:

  • John Kean, born in Scotland in 1901, immigrated in 1922, machinist, living in Stamford, Fairfield, Connecticut with wife Jessie Kean (28, also from Scotland), daughter Mary Kean (age 1).
  • John Kean, born 1897, a tile setter living in Queens, New York City with wife Florence Kean (25) and children Daniel (5), Anna (3), and Florence (1).
  • John Kean, born in Scotland in 1900, immigrated in 1923, carpenter, living in Queens, New York City, with wife Isabel (26, also from Scotland) and son John Kean Jr (2).
  • Joseph J Kean, born 1898, storeroom clerk in a chemical factory, living in Niagara Falls, with wife Ruth (35) and daughter Virginia (7).
  • Joseph J Kean, born 1902, digger operator living in Michigan, with wife Mary (23) and children Mary (6), Joseph (5), William (3), Edward (1).
  • Joseph Kean, born 1900 in England to Lithuanian parents, immigrated 1922, a carter on the elevators, living in Cleveland, Cuyahoga, Ohio with wife Frances (34, also born in England to Lithuanian parents), son John (6).
  • Joseph Keane, born 1900 in Ireland, immigrated in 1923, plasterer living in New Rochelle, Westchester, New York with wife Helen (28), daughter Ritta (2), and son Joseph (0).
  • John Keane, born to Irish parents, a salesman living in Yonkers, Westchester with wife Helen (26) and children Nancy (1) and Betty (3).
  • John Keane, born in 1898, a manager in an asbestos factory, living in Jersey City with wife Anna (25) and daughter Doris (3).
  • John Keane, born in Missouri in 1897, a confectionery proprietor, living in St. Louis Township MN with wife Edith (25) and son John (2).
  • John Keane, born in New York in 1896 to Irish parents, a counterman in a restaurant, living in Manhattan with wife Bernice (35) and sons John (2) and James (1).
  • John Keane, born in Ireland in 1895, immigrated in 1913, a letter carrier living in the Bronx with wife Catherine (26), and children John (1) and Margaret (0).
  • John Keane, born in Illinois to Irish parents in 1895, an electrical contractor living in Chicago with wife Margret (32), and daughters Mary (7) and Betty (1).
  • John Keane, born in Ireland in 1895, immigrated in 1916, a labourer living in Jersey City with wife Anna (32, also born in Ireland) and daughter Mary (5).
  • James Keane, born in Ireland in 1899, immigrated in 1923, a labourer living in Chicago with wife Mary (32) and son James (0).
  • James Keane, born in 1900 to Irish parents, a sugar truck chauffeur living in Brooklyn with wife Anna (26) and children Donald (6), Leonard (3) and Anna (0).
  • James Keane, born in Ireland in 1898 to Irish parents, a butcher living in Newark with wife Bertha (26), and children James (3) and Betty (1)

Doubtless there are (many) others in the 1930 census who fit this (extremely speculative) pattern, but that’s the point where my will to go on gave way.

Anyone a-hunting haplogroup H4a1a1a (hi Byron!) will of course be heartened by the presence of British (but Lithuanian-parented) Joseph Kean in Cleveland OH in this list. Make of it all what you will!

And yes, he could have been all three, or indeed none of them. But please bear with me, there’s a lot of ground to cover here.

Boxing

The background here is that I suspect that in the late 1930s to the 1940s, the Somerton Man ended up as some kind of criminal ‘heavy’ (e.g. a standover man, a nitpicker, etc). My aim was to try to work backwards from there, i.e. to second-guess what the Somerton Man was doing in the 1920s.

So, my initial stab in the dark was that he might have been an unsuccessful amateur boxer: so that’s who I went digging for. What I found in Trove was that boxing turned into a really big-time Australian sport around 1929-1930, which is when you see an explosion in the number of stadiums, promoters, fighters, and sports newspaper column inches devoted to boxing.

Naturally, because some of the the clothes in the Somerton Man’s suitcase had the name “KEAN” / “KEANE” on them, my starting point was Australian boxers who shared that surname. This yielded Reg Keane (who trained at Ern Miller’s Goulburn Street gym, and boxed in 1931-1932), Billy Keane (1932), Telegraphist Keane in the Naval Reserve Championships (1933) who I suspect was V. C. Keane (1930), H. Keane of the Olympic Club, etc.

All seemed unsuccessful enough to fit the profile: reporting the bout between Bill Collins and Reg Keane, the 8th Feb 1931 Sydney Truth noted:

“The time was mostly spent with Keane picking himself off the floor. When he had been deposited there the fourth time, Joe Wallis stopped the fight and crowned Collins.”

However, this whole line of attack felt generally quite unproductive to me. The sports papers of the day seemed more concerned with the quantity of blood on the canvas and how long the loser spent in hospital after being knocked out, rather than any human interest side.

For instance, the only things that typically got reported about non-superstar boxers are their weight (because of the different weight categories), and which round they won/lost in (presumably because punters gambled on these). So there’s not a lot of grist for anyone’s historical mill there.

As an aside, I don’t believe we know the Somerton Man’s weight. Do you think he would have been a heavyweight?

Wrestling – Jack Keane Sr.

Because boxing and wrestling were often promoted together, I couldn’t help but notice two wrestlers both called Jack Keane.

The (much) older of the two was John Joseph (‘Jack’) Keane, described as having been an Irish-style wrestler. However, not only was he much too old to be the Somerton Man, he was also much too deceased (he died on 27 Nov 1938, aged 74 years). He and his wife Agnes Maude Keane (who died on 10 Mar 1947), had four children, John, Rita, Josie, and Kevin.

Trove has a few articles mentioning Jack Keane Sr: I quite liked this one from 1936, which included this picture:

I briefly got excited by the idea that his son (John Joseph Keane Jr.) might have been a wrestler too. However, even though JJK Jr was roughly the right age to be the Somerton Man, it turns out that he was the Dulwich bookmakers’ clerk who lived with his wife Clara Maude Keane in Union St, Dulwich (yes, the same clerk I spent so long trying to track down), and who died on the 20th January 1941.

Wrestling – the other Jack Keane

There was, however, an (apparently separate) wrestler called Jack Keane whose name pops up in Trove’s tiny margins. For example, here’s a 28 Jun 1932 sport story reporting a bout between Jack Kean and Jim Moore (one fall each in three five minute rounds).

Note that the best-known Australian wrestler of the day with the surname Keane was V. P. (‘Vin’) Keane, who was the South Australian amateur heavyweight wrestling champion in 1931. Because of (what I now think was) a typo in one article, it took me a while to be sure that this Vin Keane was (a) not Jack Keane by another name, and (b) still alive in 1949.

However, between 1939 and 1941, the Adelaide Sport ran an overtly female-oriented sports column called “Verities of Victoria” or “Sayings of Suzanne“. These tried to present a gossipy, ring-side view, often looking more at who was in the audience (and what fashionable clothes they were wearing) than the poor bloodied buggers slugging each other in the ring. For example, the 13 Sep 1940 Sayings of Suzanne noted that “Vin Keane’s wife was wearing the newest and latest in pastel grey at the wrestling“. Which was nice.

The reason this gets interesting is that the 19 Jan 1940 Sayings of Suzanne noted that:

“Jack Keane, who used to wrestle in a mask, saw somebody else taking the punishment for a change and Jimmy Bartlett aired yet another fancy shirt, buttercup yellow this time.”

So, if we are to believe the Adelaide Sport’s ‘Suzanne’ (and why not?), Jack Keane had in fact been a masked wrestler. But… which masked wrestler?

Masked Wrestlers in Australia

Yes, there were a fair few masked wrestlers pounding Australian canvases in the late 1920s and 1930s. Yet even by 1933, people were starting to tire of the gimmick, and there were calls to outlaw the use of masks in the ring.

Regardless, the first (and most famous) of these was Walter Miller, who was billed as the “Masked Man” and the “Masked Marvel”. Born in Poland (as Josef Banaski?), he had wrestled in America for some years, but following an injury moved out to Australia to keep wrestling while regaining his form. He was eventually unmasked in 1929.

Other American masked wrestlers active in Australia around this time included:

  • The “Black Panther” (Frank Sexton)
  • The “Red Shadow” (Leo Numa)
  • The “Mysterious Ghost” (????)
  • Tarzan the Fearless” (named after the Buster Crabbe film; and no, I’m not making it up).

Australian masked wrestlers included Ossie Norman of Sydney (“The Masked Wrestler”) and Terry Morrison (“The Masked Man” and “The Masked Marvel”). Interestingly, Terry Morrison – who had also been a heavyweight boxer – later found himself in court in connection with an auto parts deal that went bad (he described himself to the Court as a “prospector”, though he seemed more like a somewhat self-defeating private detective along the lines of Jim Rockford).

So, which masked wrestler might Jack Keane have been? Though it is no doubt incomplete, my (self-compiled) list of Australian masked wrestlers from this era has only two names remaining: “Steel Grip” (who only seems to have wrestled once) and – my personal favourite – the “Masked Singing Wrestler“. And no, I’m really really not making this up.

Here’s the Queenslander’s account of the Masked Singing Wrestler’s fight from 22nd October 1936:

At the Bohemia Stadium on Saturday night, Bob King and the “Masked Singer” met in one of the fastest and most gruelling wrestling matches that have been seen for months. Having sung two ballads, the masked man divested himself of his dress suit to reveal a well-trained athlete in orthodox trunks. He kept his mask on. He gained two falls in the first four rounds—a Boston crab and an octopus. King gained falls in the fifth and seventh rounds, with a back-slam and body press and a variation of the Indian death lock. The end came in the eighth round, when King threw himself at his rival, who jumped clear for King to dive out of the ring on to his head. He was unable to continue, and the masked man got the decision.

We do know a little bit more about him:

The masked singing wrestler, who has returned from the South, is a pleasing type with plenty of personality and highly developed mat ability. He has defeated many opponents in a spectacular manner, while critics have praised his rendering of operatic airs.

Furthermore:

“The Masked Singing Wrestler” is said to be the possessor of a glorious tenor voice and is also claimed to be one of the greatest leg wrestlers at present in the game. He is tall, and of sinewy, muscular build.

And, on one occasion when the bout was delayed because of bad weather:

Special entertainment will be provided for patrons at the Allenstown Theatre tomorrow night, when a variety entertainment, to take the form of an Irish Night, will be presented. The popular masked singing wrestler has been engaged and will render popular Irish airs. Those who have heard this artist’s splendid voice over the air and elsewhere need no further introduction to his exceptional ability.

The Masked Singing Wrestler was briefly unmasked, but not identified:

Still not satisfied, he [O’Brien] raced across the ring and made an attack on the singer, who, caught in a surprise attack, had his mask ripped from his face. Few, however, were able to catch a glimpse of his features for he covered his face with his mask and hands, and made a hurried exit from the ring.

To summarize, we know that the MSW was a tall, sinewy wrestler from the South: and that he had a fine tenor voice and a penchant for operatic airs and Irish folk-songs, along with excellent mat work and leg work. He may even have sung on the radio.

Perhaps surprisingly, there were plenty of singing wrestlers at that time. My strong suspicion is MSW was not Jack Winrow or Russell Scarfe or the baritone Sam Burmister or Terry McGinnis or Tony Sanga or Pat Fraley but Al Costello, whose many years of poor luck in the wrestling business finally seemed to be turning around in 1948 (according to this story).

So, if ‘Suzanne’ was correct, under what name did Jack Keane wrestle while wearing a mask? I still don’t know, but I’m trying hard to find out…

Clog Dancing

Finally: going off on a little bit of a tangent, I was intrigued by Jack Keane Sr.’s other hobby: statue pedestal clog dancing.

Though almost completely forgotten now, this was a very specific form of clog dancing that begin in 1866 and was in vogue for several decades. Pedestal clog dancers would do a clog dance on a raised pedestal, whilst doing their level best to keep their upper body as rigid as a statue. Some performers (such as Henry E. Dixey) would even white themselves up to more closely resemble a dancing statue:

Oh, and just so you know, Charlie Chaplin started out as a clog dancer, as did Victorian comedian Dan Leno, along with Wilson and Keppel (though not any of the Bettys).

And so I couldn’t help but wonder: what if the Somerton Man’s curiously shaped feet and overdeveloped calf muscles (that Paul Lawson noted at the time) were a result of his having been a statue pedestal clog dancer?

So, perhaps what the Somerton Man was doing as a young man in the 1910s and 1920s was some form of clog dancing? Feel free to disagree, but that would makes more sense than just about every other foot-/calf-related SM theory I’ve heard. Just a thought!

In a recent post, I briefly mentioned an unidentified hiker known as “Mostly Harmless” who had been found dead in a tent in Florida in the summer of 2018. He had a fat wodge of cash in his pocket, a very distinctive scar, and some kind of connection to an online game called Screeps.

As I posted, it seemed highly likely to me that he had been a programmer (Screeps is that kind of a thing), and I fleetingly wondered if his online identity could be worked out via a digital forensic analysis of posts to the r/screeps Reddit channel. In fact, a fair few other people had had exactly the same idea, and they soon narrowed him down to a user called ‘vaejor‘.

Anyway, Mostly Harmless has now been identified as Vance John Rodriguez (who was indeed a programmer), and the – not very happy – details of his life have been put together by Nicholas Thompson in a Wired article.

As closure goes, I have to say it makes for pretty miserable reading: but perhaps that inevitably goes with the territory. Just so you know! :-/

Mauritius has long had a surfeit of treasure hunters, though also a shortage of actual treasures. In fact, in Alix d’Unienville’s (1954) “Les Mascareignes: Vielle France en mer indienne“, M. Aimé de Sornay asserts (p.236) that almost all Mauritian treasure hunters focus on what we might call The Big Two: La Buse’s treasure and Bernardin Nageon de l’Estang’s treasure.

Yet d’Unienville also flags a number of other, more ‘pittoresque‘ treasure stories that over the years had raised Mauritian treasure seekers’ blood pressures to sphygmomanometrically dangerous levels. So I thought it would be fun to post about one of these. 🙂

The Tamarin Bay Cipher Mystery

If you are a surfer, you may already know about Tamarin Bay: its waves feature in Larry Yates’ (1974) culty surf documentary “Forgotten Island of Santosha“.These days Tamarin Bay is home to a large (though uneconomic) salt pan (which you can see in the nice aerial picture below, courtesy of Legend Hill Resort), and a whole load of Airbnb holiday accommodation.

With that all in place, let’s hear Alix d’Unienville’s story (p.246):

En 1949, par exemple, on trouva par hasard sur une propriété située au sud-ouest de l’île, près de la baie de Tamarin, une grosse pierre où se trouvaient gravés quelques caractères chinois. Intrigués par cette découverte et voulant en avoir le cœur net, car ici le moindre signe pourrait bien donner la clef d’un trésor, les propriétaires en demandèrent la traduction à quatre membres de la communauté chinoise connus pour leur probité.”

All of which almost translates itself into English:

In 1949, for example, on a property located in the southwest of the island, near Tamarin Bay, a large stone with some Chinese characters engraved on it was found purely by chance. Intrigued by this discovery and wanting to get to the bottom of it, because the tiniest clue might yield the key to a treasure, the owners asked four members of the Chinese community known for their probity to translate it.

What did they say? What did they say? Well, here’s the “petit quatrain” the four came up with (p.247):

13.800.000 onces or-argent
Ici se trouve une courtisane
Je vous laisse, Monsieur, deviner
sans vous demander de l’argent

Which was, of course, exactly what les propriétaires were hoping to hear, even if it was utterly vague. And when a metal detector flagged the presence of metal just below the surface, digging commenced immediately.

Only three feet down, a flat stone bearing two long hand-chiseled parallel lines was uncovered. This was the point where police were called in to protect the gold the diggers were surely about to find, along with transport to carry it away to safety.

Of course, what they actually found beneath this second stone was… nothing whatsoever: and extending the dig to twenty feet down revealed nothing else either. Oh, and then a famous metal dowser from the Seychelles turned up, and told them that the treasure was there but just to one side of where they had dug. Inevitably, even though they then dug out several more tons of earth, they found not so much as a gold pirate earring.

Finally, it turned out that the original metal detector had been fooled by the presence of iron ore in the soil. So it had all been a waste of time and effort.

Note: The Date Might Be Wrong

At this point, I should add that when I cross-referenced this against Philippe Chevreau de Montléhu’s (1974) paper “LE TRÉSOR DE BELMONT” (available from S.H.I.M.), the two seem connected but the dates didn’t quite match up.

The story Chevreau de Montléhu tells about Belmont (on the other side of the island) is that workers who were cutting back the mangroves at Belmont in 1927 noticed a rock with very similar long parallel markings:

When he saw the H mark he mentioned it to M. de Sornay who was his superior and who was also interested in treasure excavations. M. de Sornay then went to Belmont, and at the sight of this ‘H’ mark he exclaimed: « Tiens mais c’est le même plan que nous avons appliqué par erreur à la Rivière Noire, à Anne ».

i.e. “Look, it’s the same treasure map that we got wrong at Rivière Noire [i.e. Tamarin Bay], at Anne”. [Note: I don’t know how to translate “à Anne“]

The problem here is that while Chevreau de Montléhu dates the Belmont find to 1927 (and implicitly after the Tamarin Bay find), Alix d’Unienville dates the Tamarin Bay find to 1949.

All the same, both accounts are connected to M. Aimé de Sornay (actually Marie Joseph “Aimé” de Sornay 1906-1959, of whom there’s a statue in Curepipe, and who was the Rector of the Mauritius College of Agriculture at one point), so there does seem to be a bedrock of truth to the two, even if the dates are a bit wobbly.

However, in the ever-reliable Denis Piat’s list of Mauritian treasure digs (which I discussed here back in 2016), we find “Belmont, close to Poudre d’Or” listed as 1927 and “Tamarin” listed as 1950. So it seems that Chevreau de Montléhu’s story about what Aimé de Sornay supposedly said is… less than completely accurate, let’s say.

So… Why Is This A Cipher Mystery?

Every single detail in d’Unienville’s account (the treasure, the greed, the futility, even the metal dowser from the Seychelles) rings completely true to my ears: apart from one, which I think sticks out like a teetotaller on a pirate ship.

Errrm… does anyone reading this really think that the decryption from the ‘Chinese characters’ sounds as though the respected Chinese elders nailed it? Or do you think it sounds like just about every other misinterpreted cipher mystery that’s drifted past us down the river over the years?

Currently, my best guess is that the markings the owners had uncovered were actually more like the ones you see in scratchy pigpen ciphers, whose blocky outlines can vaguely resemble the blocky outlines of Chinese ideograms. And so I strongly suspect that this was very probably a genuine cipher mystery all along… though one that was not in any way Chinese.

However, I haven’t seen any other accounts of this story apart from Alix d’Unienville’s (presumably because it makes the treasure hunters look like greedy superficial idiots). And despite having looked for any image of the actual “grosse pierre” for some time, I haven’t yet been able to find one.

All the same, perhaps someone with a bigger/better library of Indian Ocean treasure-related books than me will know where an image of this appears.

I would also expect that there would be 1949 newspaper articles with more details (though probably not in Gallica, which only goes up to 1944). If I was in Mauritius now, I’d head off to the Mauritian National Archives whose collection of Mauritian newspapers goes back to 1777 (e.g. Le Mauricien, Le Cerneen, etc). But… here I am, most definitely not in Mauritius. 🙁

All future research leads gratefully received! 🙂

Researching cipher mysteries is almost always ponderous and frustrating: it will doubtless take all of 2021 for the work I put in to the WW2 pigeon cipher and the Bernardin Nageon de l’Estang letters during 2020 to bear fruit.

Yet what Dave Oranchak’s recent epic crack of the Z340 tells us is that if we can identify any unsolved cipher’s single most telling feature and then doggedly pursue that to its logical extreme, we stand a chance of toppling that particular Colossus (in the Classical sense of the word).

For the Z340, that telling feature was that taking every 19th character from the cipher yielded statistically anomalous results. And we now know that this was because a central part of the Z340’s cipher system was a “knight’s move” transposition step (i.e. two steps along and one step down).

So my two main challenges this year are (a) to stay laser-focused on the telling features presented by different cipher mysteries, and (b) to find new ways to pursue these telling features all the way to their logical conclusion.

Specifically…

1. Voynich Manuscript

In my mind, there’s something really wrong with Voynichese. Specifically, even though the differences between Currier A Voynichese and Currier B Voynichese run really deep, nobody seems to be talking about this.

Let’s compare a couple of lines from f1v (Herbal A)…

potoy.shol.dair.cphoal-dar.chey.tody.otoaiin.shoshy-
choky.chol.cthol.shol.okal-dolchey.chodo.lol.chy.cthy-

…with a couple of lines from f26v (Herbal B):

pchedy.dar.cheoet.chy.sair.chees.odaiiin.chkeeey.ykey.sheey-
teeedy.okeeos.cheeos.ysaiin.okcheey.keody.s!aiin.cheeos.qokes.or-

Voynich linguists typically try to downplay the differences between the two, but… really? What similarities there are tend to be either at the (low) level of (verbose cipher-like) groups (e.g. aiin, ar, al, etc) or purely positional (line-initial “p-“, word-final “-y”, line-final “-m”, etc). Even really common features like qo- are used very differently in A and B.

So, even though A & B seem to share a common framework, beneath that framework there seems to be more dividing them than joining them. And I think I’ve been guilty in not separating out A and B from the framework they share more clearly: we’ve probably all been guilty of that to some degree.

My first challenge for 2021 is therefore to look at Currier A and Currier B with fresh eyes. What do the two share, and how do they differ? Though I can’t yet properly express this, it feels as though we’ve been building our theories about Voynichese on sand, and the answers may be much simpler than we’re allowing ourselves to see.

2. Voynich Manuscript (Again)

One thing that popped up during 2020 was Antonio Averlino’s herbal. If you recall, having published The Curse of the Voynich in 2006, I was surprised to find out two years later that Antonio Averlino had his own herbal.

Thorndike’s “Science & Thought” quoted Giovanni Michele Alberto in MS Ashburnham 198, fol.78r: “Sed et Antonius Averlinus Philaretus lingua vernacula scripsit eleganter.” So it would seem that Filarete had written on plants “elegantly in the vernacular tongue”.

It’s been a while since I last picked up the Filarete trail (which I’d worked pretty much to death back in 2006), so what I’d like to do this year is to go a-hunting for Filarete’s vernacular (i.e. Tuscan Italian) book on plants. This would involve drawing up a list of Tuscan herbal mss dating to around 1450-1460 (which surely can’t contain more than 40 or 50 possibilities), then reducing it down, and finally closely examining that which remaineth.

It’s a plan, at least. 🙂

However, because MS Ashburnham 198 isn’t visible online at the Biblioteca Medicea Laurenziana (please correct me if I’m wrong!), I still haven’t seen Alberto’s quotation in its full context. This annoys me because I don’t know whether Alberto was referring to an illustrated herbal or a purely textual herbal. As a consequence I don’t yet even know what kind of book to go looking for here. But hopefully I will soon…

(Note that Thorndike’s Chapter XII was “Revised and enlarged” [p.195] from the version that appeared in The Romanic Review, Vol. XVII, No.3, July-September 1926, so the latter is unlikely to have any extra information.)

3. Dorabella Cipher

I’ve recently been corrected by Cipher Mysteries commenter John Rehling, who took me to task for numerically over-egging Keith Massey’s theory about the Dorabella Cipher. Thanks to the magic of the binomial expansion, the chances of 13 cipher shapes out of 87 being immediately followed by their flipped version is in fact a mere 1 in 20815. (!)

On balance, I’m now wondering whether this is no more than a sign that the set of mirrored pairs at the end of the second line is just filler / padding, i.e. that Massey’s conclusion is still correct, but only in a very local and limited way.

However, if that is true, then the long stretches of the Dorabella Cipher that contain neither vertical E-shapes nor downward slanting E-shapes then become markedly more problematic. So I continue to think that there’s something deeply artificial about this cryptogram that messes up all our statistical analyses.

So I therefore need to have something of a Dorabella rethink in 2021. :-/

I just wish that the person who secretly owns the Dorabella Cipher (and who I can’t help but suspect sold a small piece of their Elgariana at Sotheby’s in 2016) would come forward, perhaps via a trusted third party. I believe that shining a simple UV light (even a bicycle marking light) on it might reveal Elgar’s real solution – and how good would that be?

In the wake of Dave Oranchak’s epic crack of the Zodiac Killer’s Z340 cipher, which other unsolved ciphers might get cracked in 2021?

For me, the way the Z340 was solved highlighted a number of issues:

  • It seems very likely to me that other long-standing cipher mysteries will also require collaboration between entirely different kinds of researcher
  • Hence I suspect that many are beyond the FBI’s in-house capabilities, and it will need to find a new way to approach these if it wants them cracked
  • The whole Big Data thing is starting to open some long-closed doors

With these in mind, here’s my list of what might get cracked next:

Scorpion Ciphers

The Scorpion ciphers were sent to America’s Most Wanted host John Walsh from 1991 onwards: we have copies of S1 and S5, but the rest are in the hands of the FBI. As you’d expect, I’ve blogged about these many times, e.g. here, here, here, and here. I also created a related set of seven cipher challenges, of which only one has been solved (by Louie Helm) so far.

To be honest, I fail to understand why the FBI hasn’t yet released the other Scorpion Ciphers. These are the grist the Oranchak code-cracking mill is looking for: homophonic ciphers, underlying patterns, Big Data, etc.

Nick’s rating for a 2021 crack: 8/10 if the FBI releases the rest, else 2/10

Beale Ciphers

Even if I don’t happen to believe a measly word of the Beale Papers, I still think that the Beale Ciphers themselves are probably genuine. These use homophonic ciphers (albeit where the unbroken B1 and B3 ciphers use a system that is slightly different from the one used in the broken B2 cipher).

Because we already have the hugely improbable Gillogly / Hammer strings to work with (which would seem to be the ‘tell’ analogous to the Z340’s 19-repeat behaviour), we almost certainly don’t need to find a different book

Given that Virginia is Dave Oranchak’s stamping ground, I wouldn’t be surprised if the redoubtable Mr O has already had a long, hard look at the Beale Ciphers. So… we’ll see what 2021 has to bring.

Nick’s rating for a 2021 crack: 2/10

Paul Rubin’s Cryptograms

A curious cryptogram was found taped to the chest of Paul Emanuel Rubin, an 18-year-old chemistry student found dead from cyanide poisoning near Philadelphia Airport in January 1953. As usual, I’ve blogged about this a fair few times, e.g. here, here, here and here.

There’s a good scan of the cryptogram on my Cipher Foundation page here; there’s a very detailed account in Craig Bauer’s “Unsolved!”; and the 142-page FBI file on Paul Rubin is here.

The ‘trick’ behind the cryptogram appears to be to use a different cipher key for each line. Specifically, the first few lines appear to be a kind of “Trithemian Typewriter” cipher, where every other letter (or some such pattern) is enciphered using a substitution cipher, and where the letters inbetween are filled in to make these look like words. This is, I believe, the reason we can see words like “Dulles” and “Conant” peeking through the mess of “astereantol” and “magleagna” gibberish.

Right now, I’m wondering whether we might be able to iterate through thousands of possible Trithemian schemes to crack each individual line (e.g. lines 4 and 5 appear to share the same cipher key number).

The cipher keys appear to use security by obscurity (& terseness), so I suspect that these may well be defeatable. Definitely one to consider.

Nick’s rating for a 2021 crack: 4/10

Who was The Zodiac Killer?

Even if the Z340 plaintext failed to cast any light on his identity (as I certainly expected), surely a DNA attack must now be on the cards?

I’d have thought that the relatively recent (2018) success in identifying Joseph James De Angelo as the Golden State Killer must surely mean that the Zodiac Killer’s DNA is next in line in the forensic queue.

To my eyes, the murder of Paul Stine seems to me to have been the least premeditated of all the Zodiac Killer’s attacks, so I would have expected the crime-scene artifacts to have been a treasure trove of DNA evidence. But there are plenty of other claims for Zodiac DNA, so what do I know?

Anyway, I have no real doubt that there are 5 or 6 documentaries currently in production for 2021 release that are all racing to use DNA to GEDmatch the bejasus out of the Zodiac Killer. I guess we shall see what they find…

Nick’s rating for a 2021 breakthrough: 7/10 with DNA, else 0/10

Who Was The Somerton Man?

2021 may finally see the exhumation Derek Abbott has been pushing for for so long; plus the start of a worldwide DNA scavenger hunt to identify the unidentified corpse found on Somerton Beach on 1st December 1948.

But after all that, will the mysterious man turn out to be Robin McMahon Thomson’s missing father; or a shape-shifting Russian spy; or a Melbourne crim whom everybody suddenly wanted to forget they ever met?

All the same, even if we do get a name and a DOB etc, will that be enough to end all the shoddy melodrama around the case? Errrm… probably not. 🙁

For what it’s worth, I would have thought that Robin’s father’s surname was almost certainly (Nick shudders at the obviousness) McMahon. I also wouldn’t like to bet against a Dr McMahon in Sydney (e.g. the surgeon Edward Gerard McMahon, though I expect there are others), but feel free to enlighten me why you think McMahon was actually a family name etc etc.

Nick’s rating for a 2021 breakthrough: 8/10 with an exhumation, else 1/10

Putting to one side the bombshell news that the Zodiac Killer’s Z340 cipher has been cracked, the other big cipher-related event in December 2020 was that Clarkson / Hammond / May’s Grand Tour Special came to Madagascar. The idea was to see if they could (a) drive utterly mad cars around arguably the world’s worst roads without anyone actually lynching them, and (b) find pirate treasure by solving the cryptogram attributed to the French pirate Olivier “La Buse” Levasseur.

That they managed (a) while continuing to flog their format’s dead horse(-power) probably surprised no one at all: but how did they do with (b)?

Is it a treasure map?

I have already blogged here about La Buse far too many times to mention. The short version is that the chances that the pigpen cryptogram widely attributed to him actually had anything to do with him are basically zero. Rather, it seems massively more likely that the cipher was concocted at least fifty years after his death, and that the plaintext was in fact some kind of medical recipe. And if it turns out that the pigeon hearts were simply an 18th century substitution for hoopoe hearts, my Spockian eyebrow would barely flicker.

So, is it a pirate treasure map, me (hoopoe) hearties? Not a hopoe.

What about the end five lines, then?

OK, I know that some (gullible) people think the final five lines sometimes seen added to the cipher make it sound like a right proper treasure map:

un bon verre dans l’hostel de le veque dant(S)
le siege du diable r(Q)uarar(N)te siz(X) degrès
f(S)iz(X) minutes deuz(X) fois
pour celui qui le decouvrira
juillet mil sept cent (T)rente

(…in English…)

a good drink in the bishop’s hostel in
the devil’s seat
 forty six degrees
six minutes two times
for the person who will discover it
july 1730

But that’s because they sound just like the text describing a treasure map in Edgar Allan Poe’s (1843) “The Gold Bug”:

A good glass in the bishop’s hostel in the devil’s seat
— twenty-one degrees and thirteen minutes
— northeast and by north
— main branch seventh limb east side
— shoot from the left eye of the death’s-head
— a bee line from the tree through the shot fifty feet out.

And, more specifically, they sound more like the 1933 French translation of Poe’s story than Baudelaire’s 1856 French translation.

It therefore seems extraordinarily likely to me that the extra five lines were speculatively added to the cryptogram by a French person after 1933. Which was nice of them.

A Turkish Dog?

All the same, the Grand Tour research minions did do a fair bit of digging. They had James May mention a “Turkish dog” (“UN CHIEN TURQ” in the decrypted text), which has been flagged only in very recent years as a phrase used in the 18th century to describe the kind of hairless state that mangy dogs get into in hot countries. (In the above link, the researcher suggests the phrase should be read as “To make a Turkish dog eat well, throw some dry shit at it”, make of that what you will). Here’s a 1755 image from the BNF showing a real (but now extinct) hairless Turkish dog:

But ultimately, this was – like most of the world seen through the windscreen in the Grand Tour – just window-dressing for the car-themed light entertainment. Which, this time round, basically consisted of repeatedly covering James May (in his big-wheeled Caterham) in high-velocity Madagascan mud to make him swear.

Bless them, they’ve all come so far, yet have ended up where they began.

Réunion, Mauritius, Seychelles, Madagascar?

It was correct of them to say (a) that La Buse tried to get himself a pardon from the newly-installed French authorities on Ile de France (Mauritius); (b) that he was captured in Madagascar; and (c) that he was hanged in 1730 in Réunion. So I think it was fair to say that they did broadly present his overall timeline right.

However, La Buse had (it has been widely written) settled down on the Seychelles, nowhere near Madagascar. He was also captured near Fort Dauphin (the main French colony on the island at the time), which was completely the wrong end of the island from the end the bumbling comedic trio drove their modded cars to.

Though La Buse had boarded the Compagnie des Indes’ ship “La Méduse” (1728-1731), it was merely as a pilot to steer it into Port Dauphin. Unfortunately (for La Buse), he was recognised by the captain (it is widely reported, which was presumably Capitaine Hyacinthe D’Hermite as per Memoires des Hommes), captured, and brought to Réunion. And from there to the gallows.

Also: the grave on Réunion that is supposedly La Buse’s isn’t his at all, it’s just a piece of much later tourist trappery. And Madagascar’s “Libertalia”? This is probably more fun as a computer game than as an historical source, so please don’t get me started on that pile of… conjecture.

So, What Really Happened, Then?

Most of the stuff written about La Buse seems to me to vastly overplay his importance as a pirate. Rather, he seems to have been bigged up by the same kind of French ‘historians’ who turned the dead bookseller Nicolas Flamel into some kind of undying alchemist. Flamel would, of course, be turning in his grave were he not still alive. Supposedly.

As to what actually happened with the treasure, I’m marginally more convinced by the account in Charles Grey’s “Pirates of the Eastern Seas” (Chapter XVII): “The pirates divided the plunder at St. Mary’s, besides the cash sharing about 42 small diamonds per man or in less number according to their proportion” (p.325). Grey finishes with Captain David Greenhill’s July 1723 report “that the pirate ship Cassandra was come into Portobello, and that the people have a free pardon for themselves and their goods, and were selling their diamonds and India goods when he came away” (p.329).

The fabulous treasures and chintzes the pirates took had (without much doubt) already been spirited back to Cochin (modern-day Kochi in Kerala) to sell to”their Dutch friends” (p.325). So this is almost certainly where the Flaming Cross of Goa was melted down and laundered, with most of the cash then spaffed on the normal mad carousing pirates specialised in.

Why? Being a pirate was a shitty thing: you expected to die young, because that’s how it normally worked. It’s just that life on board ‘proper’ ships was pretty shitty too, so why not go for the 10% odds that piracy might just work for you?

In some ways, I can’t really blame people for wanting all or any of the tongue-hanging-out-your-mouth La Buse treasure stories to be true. But in my experience, most of the stories attached to unsolved cryptograms tend to be simply historical backfill, campfire stories grafted on to help flog an uncracked cipher to the next sucker mug enough to buy it. And, in my opinion, La Buse’s cryptogram fits that template to a T.

Of course, the other scenario is where people use a bit of unsolved cipher mystery snake oil to help repackage tired old products well past their sell-by date. But that would never happen on Amazon Prime, would it?

Dave Oranchak posted today about how he (along with Jarlve and Sam Blake) cracked the Zodiac Killer’s infamous Z340 cipher. Here’s his video:

Unsurprisingly (to me), it turned out that code breakers had been (kind of) close for some time, with the single largest tell (that never quite told) being the curious results you get if you examine every 19th character of the Z340.

So, the core of the cipher system turned out to be a combination of a “knight move” transposition (down one row and along two columns) plus the Zodiac Killer’s trademark set of reflected letter homophonic cipher shapes.

However, Zodiac – clearly stung by the ease with which his first major cipher had been cracked – threw in some extra confounding factors.

  • At the end of the top line, he wrote the words “LIFE IS” in his homophonic cipher (not transposed)
  • At the end of the bottom line, he wrote the word “DEATH” in his homophonic cipher (also not transposed)
  • The rest of the bottom two lines were written in his homophonic cipher, but with the letter-order of some of the words reversed (e.g. the Zodiac’s signature word “PARADICE” was written as “ECIDARAP”)
  • The remainder of the cipher was split into two nine-line blocks, where the order of the letters was transposed using knight’s move reordering.

There was also, annoyingly, a single row of ciphered letters in the middle that were out by a single column, which skewed all the text passing through it. It’s fairly easy to see that once you’ve got everything else right, though.

This was – I hope you’ll agree – a simply epic slab of codebreaking. Congratulations to David Oranchak, Sam Blake, and Jarl Van Eycke!!!!

More details (including the FBI’s statement) can be found here.

All in all, the Z340 plaintext reads:

I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING LOTS OF FUN IN TRYING TO CATCH ME
THAT WASNT ME ON THE TV SHOW
WHICH BRINGS UP A POINT ABOUT ME
I AM NOT AFRAID OF THE GAS CHAMBER
BECAUSE IT WILL SEND ME TO PARADICE ALL THE SOONER
BECAUSE I NOW HAVE ENOUGH SLAVES TO WORK FOR ME
WHERE EVERYONE ELSE HAS NOTHING WHEN THEY REACH PARADICE
SO THEY ARE AFRAID OF DEATH
I AM NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW THAT MY NEW LIFE
WILL BE AN EASY ONE IN PARADICE

LIFE IS DEATH