Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings, and Mysteries - 45: When Looks Kill: Mad Hatters and Other Deadly Trends in Fashion and Beauty

Episode Date: November 30, 2023

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On September 27, 1868, Dr. Louis Sayer made a house call to a 19-year-old girl who had been complaining of not feeling well for a while. Her name has been redacted in the case file, but will refer to her as Alice. Alice thought she may be suffering from a spinal disease. She had been feeling a general malaise for a few years, but recently, her arms had gotten incredibly stiff. When Dr. Sair first arrived at her home, he was confused by her condition. Alice greeted the doctor at the door with her arms hung by her side and her hands frozen at 90 degree angles. She had lost the ability to extend her wrists beyond that, and her fingers seemed to be frozen

in place as well. It wasn't that she had lost the ability to move her wrists and hands, but almost like they had taken on a life of their own. Upon closer inspection, Dr. Sare could see the muscles and Alice's hands and forearms had atrophied significantly. The bones in her hands were almost as defined as if there were no skin on them at all. He described it as if there were a tight skin glove over her bones. Because of this, Alice had stopped being able to do really anything that required her hands. She could no longer brush her hair or even feed herself. Dr. Sare had asked how long she had been living like this, to which she responded that her hands started giving her trouble a few months ago. First, it was stiffness and cramps, but recently she stopped being able to use them at all, and now she couldn't even get her fingers to bend.

Over the summer, she told him, she had a fever, after which she wrote a horse and had trouble holding the reins. Another doctor had told her it was a spinal issue and gave her a spinal supporter, telling her that she should be back to normal in a couple of weeks. Dr. Sayer asked her to move around and do her daily tasks. And as he watched her around the house, he could tell that her arms and hands were not the only problem Alice was having. She had no energy, possibly from not being able to eat easily, but even walking from room to room left her breathless and tired. So it was hard for him to believe that it was

a problem with her spine like she was saying. He took off her spinal supporter. No swelling. If it really was an issue with her spine, he thought surely there would be some swelling. He pressed his fingers into the bony divots in her back. No pain, no heat, nothing. In his mind, he starts going through the large rolodex of medical issues that could be causing this. Was it caromania, a paralysis of willpower? No, that usually happened to his bedbred

in patients. But then, Dr. Sarah gets hit with an idea. His eyes light up, he thinks he has something. Show me your gums, he says. My gums, Alice asks, but she doesn't have the strength to question him, so she bears her teeth. And that's where he sees it. The thing he was looking for, right around the edges of Alice's teeth, right where the tooth became gum, was all dark blue.

If you're wondering what that meant, so was Alice. But Dr. Sarah didn't have time to answer her questions. He jumped to his feet and ran to the kitchen, sticking his head under the sink. What are you doing? She called out from the other room, too exhausted to run with him into the kitchen. No, it's not the pipes, Dr. Sarah huffed. What do you mean it's not the pipes, Alice questioned. He stormed back into the living room

and sat down real close to Alice. With a very serious look on his face, he told her, I need you to be honest with me, Alice. Have you been using anything that contains lead? Alice looked at him confused. Lead? What would she be using that had lead in it? But then, her eyes went wide. My brightening cream. Up in Alice's bedroom was a jar of the lead-based cream called layered bloom of youth.

The cream promised to obliterate the imperfections of things like discoloration of the skin, tanning, or even god forbid, freckles. Each bottle ran for about 75 cents a piece, and according to the New York Board of Health was, quote, free from any material injurious to the health or skin. That was a lie. For some time now, people had known that lead caused issues in humans, and as Alice applied the lead-based cream, it was being absorbed through her skin

into her bloodstream where it was accumulating in her bones and soft tissues. Ultimately, it was responsible for paralyzing the hands that scooped it out. It didn't help that she had been applying this cream multiple times a day for two and a half years. Luckily, Dr. Sarah caught it in time. He had seen this kind of poisoning with other women as well, many of whom used the same skin-lightening cream as Alice. The cure for her was simple. Throw away the cream and never touch another skin brightener as long as you live.

Within a few months, Alice's symptoms started drastically improving. When we look at the history of what we've done to maintain beauty standards, Alice is hardly an exception. So today, I want to take a look at some of the deadly ways we've tried to look good, both in beauty and in fashion. And as always, listener discretion is advised. It's that feeling, when the energy and the room shifts,

when the air gets sucked out of a moment, and everything starts to feel wrong, it's the instinct between fight or flight. When your brain is trying to make sense of what it's seeing, it's when your heart starts pounding. Welcome to Heart Starts Pounding, a podcast of horrors, hauntings, and mysteries. I'm your host, Kaelin Moore. If you're listening to the ad-supported version of the show, thank you so much. Our sponsors make this show possible.

And if you're listening through Patreon, you'll have access to ad-free listening on top of other perks, like bonus episodes. This month, I did an extra episode about a poisoning case in Australia that I could not stop reading about. Basically, four family members go over to this woman's house for lunch, and within days, three of them are dead. I've probably been thinking about it so much because it was just Thanksgiving. Head over to Patreon to get the full story.

I also want to welcome everyone who may be here after hearing the episode I did with Peyton from Murder with My Husband. I am so happy to have you. Believe it or not, that episode was the first time I had ever met Peyton in person, but I feel like we could have spent the whole day chatting about cases. If you can't tell, this is a community for the Darkly Curious, and I have a feeling a lot of you are going to relate to this episode. Maybe you've indulged in a few morbid and davers in order to maintain your beauty.

Perhaps you've injected the deadly bacteria, clostridium, bachelinum into your frown lines to smooth out your wrinkles, or you've exposed your fingers to cancerous UV lights to get the perfect manicure. Or, if you're like me, you subjected yourself to essentially a trap straight out of a saw movie in order to get a tooth fixed. The other day, I had three different people sticking their hands in my mouth as I was numbed up to my eyeballs. Also I could make my smile look beautiful again. If you're wondering, I chipped a tooth when I fell off my bike when I was about eight, and I have to get it repaired every couple of years.

They say beauty is pain, but should it be this morbid? That got my brain turning. What else have we done to look beautiful that's maybe worked against us? And wow, I could truly do 10 episodes about this. But I found three stories that I think will tickle your dark curiosity. We have stories of exploding hair brushes, poisoned gloves, and people going mad while making hats. All of this, after short break. This episode is brought to you by a postrophy. So I have a folder in my photos that's just different angles of my skin. It's a collection of how bad my acne was in

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But what she saw was much more horrific than what she expected. Stockton's beard was enveloped in flames, which were quickly spreading to his clothing. Mrs. Wilson grabbed a comforter and started smothering the fire, and though she was able to put it out, it was too late. Stockton lay on the floor, his face and upper body badly burned. What happened, Mrs. Wilson shouted at Stockton, who was slowly slipping unconscious due to the severity of the burns? The only word he could muster.

The last word Stockton ever said before he succumbed to the burns was, com. It turned out Stockton was using a celluloid comb to untangle his beard. As he brushed, hairs from his long gray beard got entangled in the teeth of the comb, which he would then hold over the fire to burn off. But celluloid was incredibly flammable. It had to get particularly hot to catch fire about 150 degrees Celsius or 300 degrees Fahrenheit, which it would have gotten to in the fire.

The other thing about celluloid though is that when it does catch fire, it can quickly go up to 815 degrees Celsius or 1500 degrees Fahrenheit, and it can release toxic gases that explode on contact with the air. Stockton's comb had exploded on him, sending shards of flaming celluloid back into his beard. So, let's say we cut the manufacturers of the combs the benefit of the doubt. Yes, they were making an explosive beauty product, but plastics were relatively new at the time. They were a response to environmentalists riding against ivory and tortoise shells being used to make combs. To do that, turtles would be captured and then boiled in hot water or oil so that tortoise shell could be taken from its underbelly. I mean, how could you not prefer celluloid be used instead? But people had been aware of the risk that celluloid posed to customers.

Because just a year earlier, the Morrison factory, a factory that shaped these types of combs, had a devastating explosion. On November 8th, 1909, at around 9 o'clock in the morning, a man was working on the elevator in the Morrison factory when his cigarette slipped out of his mouth. And there it fell, down the service elevator shaft, past the floors of employees busy shaping fibroid and celluloid into comb shapes, down into the basement, where the company's raw, unmolded celluloid lay. After a few moments, employees described what sounded like a giant, whish sound, and the floors all lurched upwards as if the building

were taking a giant breath. And within seconds, white flames started flickering up from the basement. Everyone got up quickly and started running towards any exit they could find, but the fire was coming from below, so the only two options were up or out. There was no going down into the building's main entrance. The only problem was, this was 1909. There wasn't really a fire code buildings had to adhere to, and all of the windows had iron bars on them. People who were passing the building when it caught fire recalled watching as employees desperately clawed at the bars on the windows, unable to break them open and free themselves.

A coroner said that of the nine employees that burned to death, all but one would have survived if the windows had not been barred. The one person who would have most likely still died was William Morrison, the building owner's 24-year-old son. When the fire broke out, William realized that the safe of the building was open, meaning that all of the building's important documents and cash on hand would be destroyed. As he, his brother, and his father were running out of the building, he turned to them and told them he was going back in to close the safe. They begged him not to,

but nothing would change his mind. When the firefighter showed up to the scene, they stood by the windows with Williams' brother and father, and they all watched as Williams staggered towards the safe. The white hot flames dancing around him. Molten chunks of celluloid dripped from the ceiling onto Williams' clothes, burning him further. He slowly got to the open door of the safe, pushed it closed with what little strength he had, and then fell to the ground, and was consumed by the fire. Though celluloid combs were proven to be explosive, they continued to be sold to customers, and these combs were never banned. Celluloid was never made illegal.

What happened to Celluloid is a story we've heard many, many times throughout history. Manufacturers just found something cheaper to make combs out of, and it just so happened the material was less explosive. Celluloce acetate. We're going to take a quick break, and when we come back, I want to talk about something you may have heard of. Mad Hatters, and how a 250-year-old technique may have driven countless men mad. This episode is brought to you by Uncommon Goods. This episode is brought to you by Uncommon Goods. We are coming down to the wire here on holiday shopping.

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to be placed on women's beauty and fashion. And I'm not talking about the tyrannical spaghetti straps must be three fingers wide kind of way. Even though don't get me wrong, there was plenty of that. No, people were calling for regulations because they were catching on to how deadly some of women's fashion was. Friedrich Engels wrote in his book,

The Condition of the Working Class in England, that quote, it is a curious fact that the production of precisely those articles which served the personal adornment of the ladies of the bourgeoisie involved the saddest consequences for the health of the workers. It seemed angles was upset that superfluous women's fashion was harmful to the working class, but what angles was ignorant to was the fact that men's fashion at the time was most likely killing more of the working class. So get off your high horse, Friedrich.

I would bet a large sum of money that in his closet, Engles owned a felt hat, because it was not only fashionable at the time to wear felt hats, it was borderline inappropriate to leave the house without one. These hats were typically made of either beaver or rabbit, both animals that have extremely software when they were alive. However, once they were killed and skinned for hat making, their fur would become thick and coarse. But no worries, there was a solution for that.

A bright orange solution, made of nitric acid and mercury. Hat makers or hadders, as they were known, would spend a good majority of their day coating the pelts in the bright orange liquid while stuck inside an unventilated room. Mercury is poisonous to people, and we can be exposed through inhaling it, touching it, or eating it. These hadders were mostly being exposed through breathing in the fumes, but they also spent all day touching the liquid solution. A study done in France in 1925 shows the effect Mercury was having on hadders nervous systems,

an investigator asked different Hatter's to sign their names, and the results are concerning to say the least. Hatter's shook uncontrollably after years of Mercury exposure, and many of the signatures were unreadable. And that was 1925. The first recording of chronic mercury poisoning appeared in 1757. A man named Jacques René Tinnon was studying the malaise that many hadders complained about. He visited one shop and was horrified at the illness of the employees. The oldest workers were barely over 50, which was rare because according to Jacques René, it was amazing if a hadder lived to be

more than 40 years old. They usually died before that. The employees would sweat profusely even when not doing physical labor and most of them coughed up viscous material all day. They seemed thin, feeble, and drank alcohol all day in order to work up the momentum to continue doing their jobs. It wasn't until the 1940s that studies started being done on the emotional disturbances of hadders, and heads up this section mentioned suicide.

Hadders, over time, would become shy and anti-social, but were also prone to intense bouts of anger. They also had a much higher rate of suicide than the general public, which is believed to be a direct result of the exposure to Mercury. If you've ever listened to the podcast S-Town, you might be familiar. In 1857, a 61-year-old had her took his own life by drinking his own Mercury solution at work. That, by the way, is a horribly painful way to die. The had her writhed around for 12 and a half hours before finally passing away. Of all the cases of haders losing control of their minds and bodies because of Mercury,

one seems to stand out the most. So, in 1840, a man named Thomas Corbett immigrated to New York from England with his family. He was around 8 years old at the time, and within a few years he took a job as a hadder to help his family pay their bills. There's not a lot of information about what Corbett was like when he started having, but we know that years into the job, he started acting strange. Other hadders complained that Corbett would stop working to sing to his co-workers or pray over them. He felt so moved by the Lord during work hours that it was affecting his ability to get his work done. The other co-workers

had to pick up his slack, which they were not a fan of. He changed his name from Thomas to Boston because he believed it's what God wanted. He also started struggling with alcoholism, which I mentioned earlier, a lot of hadders dealt with, as the job took a toll on their body. When Corbett was in his early 20s, he lost both his wife and their child during childbirth. And this seemed to tip him over the edge. At first, his co-workers believed that his religious seal was a way for him to cope with the trauma, but in 1858, it took a dark turn.

While walking home one night after work, he was propositioned by two women. They offered to accompany him to his home for a fee, of course. Corbett politely declined the offer. He didn't want to waver from his virtuous path. When he got home, he was still feeling a certain way about the encounter. There was a part of him that was lonely and wanted the women to come home with him. So he turned to his Bible for guidance, where he came to a chapter in Matthew that read, quote,

and if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee, and there be unix, which have made themselves unix for the kingdom of Heaven's sake. Taking this section literally, he proceeded to castrate himself with a pair of scissors. I know, I'm sorry, Ouch, I know, there's probably a few of you in paying just from the visual of that. But all of this is to say, something was not right in Corbets' psyche. Corbett's mental health continued to decline

over the coming years. He joined the Union Army in New York and would constantly argue with those above him. He was described as nervous and aggressive, all symptoms that have been linked to Mercury exposure. He was sentenced to be shot in 1863 for his erratic behavior and inability to take orders, but eventually he was just released from his unit. His descent into madness seemed to culminate in 1865 when he shot and killed a man, but this wasn't just a random stranger that Corbett killed. This murder would go down in history. An order was sent out in his area that there was a fugitive on the run, but that this fugitive

had to be captured alive. He was under no circumstance to be killed. See, this fugitive had just shot and killed President Lincoln. It was John Wilkes Booth. Corbett had joined another military unit at that point, and he and the other men cornered Booth in a barn and lit it on fire to get him out. When the flames got too hot and Booth emerged, Corbett wasted no time reaching for his gun and shooting Booth. The bullet struck him in the back of the neck, paralyzing him, but not killing him. Booth lay on the ground, his body completely frozen, begging for water but unable to drink for two hours before he died.

The other soldiers were shocked that Corbett had shot Booth, had aimed directly at his head intending to kill him. When asked why he disobeyed orders, he claimed that God had told him to shoot. There was not a hint of remorse in his eyes. History has looked at Corbett as a classic case of mercury poisoning from his time as a hadder, but the truth is, we'll never know. It wasn't until the 1940s that studies started being done on the emotional disturbances

associated with mercury exposure. Corbett could have been suffering from other serious mental disturbances that were exacerbated by the mercury, which would not be great because after he murdered Booth, he went back to hat making. He eventually escaped from an insane asylum and was never heard from again. By the 1940s, when these studies were being done, Mercury was starting to be banned in hat making. But it can be argued that the real reason Mercury was finally being banned after 200 plus years of knowing its toxic effects. Was felt hats just started going out of style? There was just less demand for them.

Though the felt hats went away, the mercury did not. It's stubborn, it sticks around in the places and products it was used in. In Danbury, Connecticut, where a lot of these felt hats were made, the soil is still seven times as mercurial as it was pre-industrial times. Shout out to my home state for continually shocking me with how dark it's history is. And if you were to find one of these hats today, perhaps at an antique store, that hat would still be full of toxic mercury. Happy thrifting! Okay, so we've talked about some deadly beauty trends that did not intentionally kill people, but didn't try to do anything to make sure people didn't die. We're gonna take a quick break, and when we come back, I wanna talk about a time that

someone may have used fashion to intentionally kill someone. The case of the perfumed gloves after the break. Business notifications getting out of hand, buried under an avalanche of customer emails, texts, and social media messages, Keep your edge with Thrive Small Business Software and never miss a message again. Thrive offers one solution to communicate, market, and run your business. Which simply, small businesses run better on Thrive.

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Get Command Center for free today at Thrive.ca, that's THRYV.ca. Terms and conditions apply, free plans have limited functionality. For our last story, let's take a trip back to France in the 16th century. Italy's Catherine Damodici became a French queen when she married King Henry II. And together, they had their sights set on Navarre, a small kingdom next to France. In between, what is today, France and Spain?

Catherine and Henry wanted to find a way to unite the two kingdoms. Navarre was ruled by Queen Jean-Dalbré, and as luck would have it, Catherine had a daughter and Jean had a son. Henry and Catherine decided that the two should strategically marry as a way to bring the two kingdoms together. Only, Jean knew what Catherine was really up to.

Jean had just declared Navarre a Protestant kingdom, and Catherine, famously Catholic, was trying to re-convert Navarre to Catholicism. So Jean vehemently opposed the marriage of her son to Catherine's daughter, obviously because she didn't want to have her kingdom overtaken by the Catholics, but also because she thought Catherine was, well, horribly mean and unlikable. She had spoken to Catherine a few times about the marriage, and each time Catherine would blay about things John said to make her look bad, and would openly mock her. Reading John's letters to her son is like reading a high school girls diary.

letters to her son is like reading a high school girls' diary. She complains incessently about how much of a brat Catherine was. Word of the feuding queens spread throughout the kingdom. They didn't have tabloids back then, but rumor mill carried this viewed far and wide. And then, two months before the wedding, Jean died suddenly. And in the court of public opinion, Catherine must have had something to do with it. But Catherine lived hundreds of miles away. How could that have happened? Well, Catherine was Italian, and one thing she brought with her to France was the idea of perfuming. Remember, this is the Middle Ages. Everything smelled terrible back then, and that's not really an exaggeration.

There was no plumbing, horse manure was everywhere, and you were lucky if you could bury your dead deep enough that they wouldn't wash back up to the surface during a rainstorm. A very fashionable, high status symbol at the time was leather gloves, and though they were for elites and royals, they were not safe from medieval smells. Leather at the time was finished with animal excrement. This gave the gloves a smooth finish, but also the pervasive scent of poop. The Italians had an answer to this. They were obsessed with perfuming things, adding pleasant sense to their clothes,

their bodies, and their gloves. Though I can't imagine how this helped because animal poop covered in fibrous still has to smell terrible, but that's what they had at the time. Catherine brought this method to France and as a welcome to the family gift to Jean, she sent her a pair of these scented gloves.

Only they were laced with more than just perfume. They were laced with poison, arsenic, many believe. Once Jean put on the gloves, her health deteriorated rapidly over the following days. Of course, historians debate this. And sure, there's no way to ever be sure. But again, the Gossipy subjects had made up their mind. They believe Catherine Poisoned John and her reputation never recovered. Catherine had been doing other things that made her French subjects wary of her, like

giving Nostradamus an important place in the royal court. The supposed poisoning mixed with her love of astrology convinced the kingdom that she was a witch. So I'm curious, what fashion and beauty trends do we follow today that will be deemed dangerous to our health in the future? Feel free to write it under the Instagram post I do for this episode at heart starts pounding or you can shoot me a message Also, I know this sounds like a terrible idea, but Don't you kind of want to touch a mercury felt hat now? All of the descriptions I read about these hats talked about how soft they were, and I keep having intrusive thoughts that I need to feel one. If you have what you

believe is a mercury cured felt hat as like a family heirloom or something, don't touch it, don't even go near it. But if you have touched it in the past. And you wanna like, shoot me an email about what it felt like you have the free will to do so. And I'll just leave it at that. Hi, it's Caitlin again. Okay, so I actually have one last thing for this episode. I was gonna put it after the credits, but I don't think most people stay until the end end.

If you caught the phone call I put with Leo once after the credits, then congrats. I think you're one of probably four people that heard that. But I wanted to include an interesting history tidbit. You know when someone starts talking about mad hatters, there's always like one person that jumps in with the fact that the phrase mad as a hatter comes from mercury poisoning. I don't know why, but I would always get annoyed when people would bring that up. Same with, like when anyone jumps in with, it's actually not cool aid that they were drinking, it was flavor aid, like at this point we know.

But if you too, for no reason, get annoyed when people bring up the mad hatter fact, well, do I have the perfect rebuttal fact for you? Historians are actually not 100% sure that the phrase Mad as a Hatter comes from Hatter's suffering from Mercury poisoning. The Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland? He's just a Hatter. His character is not called the Mad Hatter. He has a Mad tea party, but Louis Carroll doesn't refer to him as the mad had her. There was a phrase popular in England in the Middle Ages that was mad as an adder, ADDER, which is a type of venomous snake. Some historians believe that mad as a hader is just a mistranslation of Mad as an Adder.

And then, when Hatter's actually did start going mad, the phrase just took off. Anyways, just wanted to give you some annoying pub trivia to keep in your back pocket. This has been Heart Starts Founding, written and produced by me, Kaelin Moore, sound design and mix by a peach tree sound. Special thanks to Travis Dunlap, Grayson Jurnigan, the team at WME and Ben Jaffy. And thanks to AudioBoom. Have a heart pounding story or a case request?

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