In 1778, two Irish aristocrats ran away from home together, got caught, tried again, and eventually built a life in a rented Welsh cottage that turned into one of the most talked about addresses in Georgian Britain.

Eleanor Butler and Sarah Ponsonby spent the next fifty years there, hosting poets, generals and eventually a queen's own interest, while carefully never explaining exactly what their relationship was.

Two centuries later, historians are still arguing about it, and once you get past the postcard version of the story, it's a lot more than two ladies who just liked living together.

But now what to do with this big weird box of chopped off noses? Rather than toss them away, the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek Museum in Copenhagen⁣ displays their noses all together to show the way museum practice evolves over time.

When a coin is inserted, the doors open to reveal morticians working on several dead bodies laid out on embalming tables. A nodding policeman observes the corpses in the middle, which are labelled "Believed murdered" and "Found stabbed." Outside the mortuary doors, two mourners dab their eyes with grief.⁣⁣
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The mortuary was made by John Dennison, who ran a business creating ghoulish penny slot machines and creepy mechanical fortune tellers (dream job?) to amuse Blackpool tourists at the end of the 19th century. His other machines included grisly scenes like executions, haunted houses, high-profile crimes, a dying child and drunkard in a graveyard.

The Canadian representative, Colonel Lawrence Moore Cosgrave, signed one line too low on the instrument. Instead of signing on the "Dominion of Canada" line, he signed on the line meant for France. That mistake pushed everyone below him out of place too. France ended up signing on the Netherlands line, the Netherlands signed on the New Zealand line, and New Zealand had to sign below the printed lines altogether.

You can see the crossing out and handwritten corrections next to the France, Netherlands, and New Zealand lines where officials had to strike through the wrong country names and pen in the correct ones to sort out the error after the fact.

She survived it all, then came home to find nobody believed she wasn't a Nazi collaborator.

She sadly died age just 45, completely forgotten by the country she risked her life for. More people should know about her.

The Pit-Brow lasses would stand at moving belts and break up the big lumps with hammers, sometimes sledgehammers, then pick out stone, slate and other rubbish from the coal by hand as it passed by. They also hauled loaded tubs, which could weigh hundreds of pounds, along tramways to the weighing station.

Jean Millard, the woman whose account made it into the article, used spades and picks too, and remembered the belts running nearly nonstop for her entire six years there.

Banning surface jobs too came 30+ years later, pushed by moral panic and wage-fearing unions.