Article: 261273 of talk.bizarre From: Andrew Solberg <email@example.com> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Brain Teasers to Confuse Your Kids Date: 1 Dec 1995 01:09:31 -0500 Organization: iTRiBE Mail to News Gateway Lines: 119 Sender: firstname.lastname@example.org Message-ID: <email@example.com> X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] X-Provider: iTRiBE, Inc <URL: http://www.itribe.net/> X-Gateway: Posted via the iTRiBE News<->Email gateway X-Disclaimer: iTRiBE, Inc. neither endorses nor assumes any responsibility for the contents of this posting. Status: RO "This bottle," proclaimed the Inventor proudly, "holds acid so powerful it can eat through anything!" "Anything?" demanded the King, shaking the bottle suspiciously. "Anything!" averred the Inventor. "AHA!" bellowed the King. "You lie! this acid can't eat through *anything* because it can't eat through the BOTTLE it COMES IN!" "Nooooo....." countered the Inventor slowly, "it can pretty much eat through that too." It was then that the King noted, to his dismay, that his hands were smoking. - * - Inspector Lafitte and Doctor Marat entered the windowless, featureless cell to find Etienne's body swinging by a noose around his neck. The puzzle: the rope had been tied to a small light fixture over three meters up, and there was barely enough slack for the knots to be tied, let alone to swing a rope up from the ground. "How in the blazes did he get way up there?" wondered the doctor out loud. Inspector Lafitte could not help but notice the spreading puddle of water in the center of the room. "Might as well ask, my good doctor," he jauntily replied, "where our resourceful Etienne got a large block of ice? But I have a more pressing question:" Removing his penknife, the inspector stripped away Etienne's pant leg to reveal, not the pallor of cooling flesh, but the trans- lucent sheen of melting ice. "More urgent," continued the detective grimly, "is whether anybody has seen a naked thief with very cold hands." - * - On Monday, a sadistic professor sneered at his students: "You may have a pop quiz this week, but you will never know what day it will happen." A student thought for a bit. "Then we will never have a quiz." The professor frowned. "How so?" "Well," explained the student, "if Thursday comes and goes with no quiz, then the quiz must be Friday. But then we would know what day the quiz would be on, so Friday's out. So, then if Wednesday comes without a quiz, it can't be on Friday, so it must be on Thursday. But then we know, so that day's out too. Apply this reasoning back to today, and we find that today is the only eligible quiz day. But since I know that, it can't be today either. So, no quiz." "What are you, some kind of smart-ass?" demanded the professor. "Get out a piece of paper. Question one...." - * - Two women came before King Solomon, each claiming to be the mother of a small child. There was no evidence one way or another, and the wise king had only each woman's word to go on. Undaunted by the conundrum, King Solomon employed a cunning strategem: "Women, here is my verdict," announced the king. "Since I cannot prove which of you is the mother, I have decided to cut the child in half. Each woman shall receive one part of the child they claim. What say you?" "Yes, yes!" cried the women in unison. "Surely Solomon is the Wisest of Kings!" Caught in his own trap, Solomon grimly called for the bone saw. - * - It was down to the finals on Monty Haul's game show, and Prudence Ledbetter had to choose between doors one, two, and three. The contestant deliberated for a while and then hesitantly chose door number one. Monty decided to make things interesting. "That's very good, Mrs. Ledbetter," beamed Monty, rubbing his palms together. "Now we'll take a peek behind door number two.... oh, look! no prize!" The audience applauded excitedly. "Now, Prudence," continued Monty, "I'm going to give you one more chance to change your mind. You can switch to door number three right now, if you like; OR you can stick with door number one. What will it be, Prudence?" Mrs. Ledbetter squirmed and wrung her hands, uncertain what to do. Unexpectedly, a mathematician stood up out in the audience and shouted: "Switch doors! switch doors! The partitioning of probability is 2 to 1 in your favor!" Momentarily confused, Monty watched as a hubbub broke out in the crowd. "Don't do it!" called out another fan. "Monty won't offer a change unless you've got the prize already! It's a mind game!" "Horseapples!" screamed a contentious little old lady. "If Monty doesn't know, your probability matrix is 50% no mater how you play it!" "Break for commercial!" bellowed Monty, and loosened his tie as the red light blinked off. He approached Mrs. Ledbetter's podium and, sweating, smiled a smile so thin it was almost transparent. "For the love of God," he muttered in a low tone, "would you please just pick a *fucking* door?!" -- This post is COPYRIGHT 1995, Andrew Solberg. All rights reserved. Standard usenet distribution is acceptable; other forms of reproduction or reprinting may be considered in violation of international copyright law. Andrew Solberg is HWRNMNBSOL: firstname.lastname@example.org, Math Dept., Rice U.