
ETAOIN SHRDLU!
STOP the presses: Richard Woods writes in to correct Paul Allen’s claim that typesetters used “mutt” and “nut” as seemingly useless guard words when discussing “em” or “en” sized lengths (15 July). “The need to standardise typefaces and sizes in hot metal printing led to a union between the American and British points systems. Thus a Pica Em (mutton, not mutt) was 12 points (one-sixth of an inch) and an en (nut) six points.”
He says that while a shout of “you need a couple of nuts in there, John” might seem funny, getting it wrong meant that when the frame was tightened, the type would burst out into a horrendous alphabet soup, otherwise known as printers’ pie.
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Richard recounts a day in 1972 when the White Paper on the UK’s European Economic Community membership was published and London’s Evening Standard rushed it into print. The last of 21 pages was done at haste, tightened and “burst up and out and down”.
He says “I spent the next 40 minutes with a compositor, a galley proof and more patience than you can imagine, reassembling the lines in correct order, under the evil eye of an impatient editor.”
“Possibly on a one-way road, Howard Bobry reports a road sign in Nehalem, Oregon, “directing drivers to the ‘recycle centre and cemetery’.”
Turn left at the Soylent Green factory?”
Off the rails
“NO, NO, no!” writes Glyn Hughes, “the J. P. Joule pub in Manchester isn’t named after James Prescott Joule the physicist, it is named after James Prescott Joule the brewer, who happened to do a bit of physics in his spare time to reduce heating costs in the beer-making process” (15 July).
Long may we toast these scientists who work for beer money, though – where would we be without the Student’s t-test, developed by statistician William Sealy Gosset to monitor the quality of Guinness?
“Prestwich has the delightfully named ‘Railway and Naturalist’,” adds Glyn, “named after the pioneer of natural selection and sometime railway surveyor, Alfred Russel Wallace.”
High proof
JOINING us at the table, Martin Chandler reports the existence of “The John Wallis” in Ashford, UK, named after the mathematician and sometime resident.
The inventor of the infinity symbol would no doubt appreciate the timeless pursuit of drinking in pubs. Meanwhile the ghost of Sir Isaac Newton still lingers in the Cambridge pub that bears his name (suggested by Alec Cawley), which undoubtedly stills plays host to regular lofty conjectures.
Bar magnet
ALSO chipping in to this round is Klaus Æ. Mogensen, who notes the existence of the Ørsted Ølbar (Ørsted Beer Bar) in Copenhagen.
“It is named for Hans Christian Ørsted, the Danish physicist who discovered electromagnetism.” Or perhaps it comes from the park across the road, says Klaus, which is likewise named after Ørsted.
Westcountry wonders
AND Keith Waldon tells us of the font of ingenuity around his home in Gloucestershire. There is the Whittle Inn, “named after Frank Whittle, the inventor of the jet engine,” while nearby is the Wheatstone Inn, named after inventor Charles Wheatstone, who developed “the Wheatstone Bridge, the electric telegraph and the English concertina”. Perhaps there’s something in the water?
Always room for one more
PREVIOUSLY, Steve Ingamells suggested that “Infinite Buildings Solutions Ltd” might be a suitable client to construct the Hilbert Hotel (15 July).
“This makes me wonder if this was the company responsible for a new housing development near Royston a few years ago, that was marketed as ‘Infinity’, part of the trend for fancy non-descriptive names given to new housing developments,” says Rupert Featherstone. “This had the pleasing side effect of road signs in the local area directing you to Infinity, which you could in fact reach.”
A few years later, work started on another development next to Infinity, “which I really hoped would be marketed as ‘And beyond’, but sadly they settled for ‘Affinity’ instead”.
Worse than a lemon
ANOTHER entry into accidental foreign language retronyms: John Farnhill reports that Toyota may struggle to sell its MR2 model in France. Spoken aloud, “it sounds like merdeux,” that’s French for, uh, “not very good”.
Feedback is reminded of the 1962 Chevy Nova’s supposed poor performance in Mexico, based on the idea that no va translates in Spanish as “won’t go”. Despite being wholly apocryphal, this cautionary tale still runs regularly in columns and on websites, proving that fanciful stories can get better mileage than a mid-sized family saloon.
Copping an eyeful

THE that doctors at Solihull Hospital, UK, discovered no fewer than 27 contact lenses in the eye of a 67-year-old woman undergoing routine cataract surgery. Surprisingly, the patient had not reported any discomfort.
The medics note the woman had “deep set eyes, which might have contributed to the unusually large number of retained foreign bodies.”
Eau no
“SURELY the scentless perfume from Josie Maran (3 June) is the perfect gift for a female homeopath,” writes Dave Hulme. We’re sure there are versions pour femme and pour homme, Dave. But how to tell which is which?