Ackerman’s post ridiculing the antiquarian’s desire to shave with a straight razor reminded me of his namesake’s death—I’d thought Spencer Trask died by cutting his own throat with a straight razor in a train accident. But the Internets are so shy with this story—the only other sure reference I could find was this poem, excerpted below—I wonder if it’s true.

Spencer Trask must have stood amazed, the red gush on his shaving hand, pearl-handled razor dropping open on the floor.