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Writer's pictureWilliam Denton

The Comet Quackery of 1910

Updated: Aug 13



Ah, 1910. A time of bustling cities, Model T mayhem, and a celestial spectacle that had folks reaching for the fainting couch rather than the opera glasses. Yes, we’re talking about the return of Halley’s Comet, a cosmic visitor with a talent for sparking public panic.

Back then, comets weren’t seen as the majestic icy dirtballs we know today. No, sirree. Comets were harbingers of doom, celestial omens that could rain down fire and fury upon the unsuspecting Earth.

Enter the snake oil salesmen of the era, their nostrils twitching with the sweet scent of gullibility. These were the Willy Wonkas of worry, whipping up concoctions that promised protection from the impending cometary calamity. The star (or perhaps comet) of this cosmic con job? The legendary, and utterly useless, anti-comet pill.

Imagine these little sugar bombs, peddled by men in handlebar mustaches and waistcoats that wouldn’t look out of place on a carnival barker. They’d extol the virtues of their pills with the fervor of a televangelist hawking miracle spring water. “One pill a day keeps the comet coma away!” they’d bellow, their voices hoarse from years of hocking dubious potions.

The “science” behind these pills was about as solid as cotton candy. Some claimed they contained a secret formula that neutralized the toxic gases supposedly spewing from the comet’s tail. Others, ever the opportunists, threw in a dash of quinine (a malaria treatment) for good measure, figuring a little something for everything couldn’t hurt.

Of course, the reality was far less exciting. These pills were nothing more than glorified sugar cubes, a testament to the power of marketing over, well, actual science. Thankfully, Halley’s Comet in 1910 turned out to be a bit of a dud. It lacked the toxic tail some astronomers had predicted, and its visit caused about as much damage as a particularly enthusiastic firefly convention.

The anti-comet pill craze might seem like a relic of a bygone era, but it serves as a hilarious reminder of humanity’s tendency to freak out over the unknown. Fast forward to today, and you’ll find the same basic formula at play. Swap the comet for a virus, the pills for essential oils, and the handlebar mustaches for sleek marketing campaigns.

So, the next time you see someone peddling a miracle cure for the latest existential threat, remember the great comet caper. Let it be a lesson: a healthy dose of skepticism is far more effective than any sugar pill when it comes to navigating the world’s many, shall we say, colorful claims. After all, laughter might not be the best medicine, but it’s definitely the most entertaining cure for mass hysteria.

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