musical: jack the ripper

I just heard a theory that Jack the Ripper and H.H. Holmes were the same person. I’m on board. This is now Canon.

Edit: A HANDWRITING ANALYST CONFIRMED THAT HOLMES AND JACK THE RIPPER HAD THE SAME HANDWRITING. WHAT. (It was already stated that Holmes was in England at the time of the Ripper killings, and we know that he had gone to medical school so the surgical precision checks out).


Ripper Letters

Received on September 27th, 1888 at the Central News Agency, this letter was originally believed to be just another hoax. Three days later, the double murder of Stride and Eddowes made them reconsider, especially once they learned a portion of the latter’s earlobe was found cut off from the body, eerily reminiscent of a promise made within the letter. The police deemed the “Dear Boss” letter important enough to reproduce in newspapers and postbills of the time, hoping someone would recognize the handwriting.  A postcard received at the Central News Agency on October 1st, making direct reference to both the murders and the “Dear Boss” letter, is believed to have been written by the same hand. It is reproduced below.  Whether or not the letter is a hoax, it is the first written reference which uses the name “Jack the Ripper” in reference to the Whitechapel murderer.


“Dear Boss,

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now. ha ha”

Is this Jack the Ripper? Artist with links to the royal family is most likely suspect, claims crime writer Patricia Cornwell

Crime writer Patricia Cornwell is promising to publish new research on the identity of Jack the Ripper which she claims will help to solve the mystery.

The best-selling author believes she has ‘cracked’ the case by unearthing evidence that confirms Walter Sickert, an influential artist, as the prime suspect.

Fans of the painter were critical of her first book for pointing the finger at the painter, but she has spent the last 11 years working to prove her theory.

She says she has a lot more detail and predicts people will be surprised by evidence she has unearthed linking Sickert with the royal family.

'I feel that I have cracked it,’ she said.

'I believe it’s Sickert, and I believe it now more than ever.’

(Source: Daily Mail)

Jack the Ripper: A Halloween Nursery Rhyme for Adults

Blood and gore galore.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To tumble in the bedsheets;

Or so Jill thought ‘til Jack turned ‘round

And slashed her throat in the streets.

He stole her heart and fled the scene,

Long gone when the bobbies came,

Scratched their noggins, shrugged and left,

‘Til Mary was found the same.

Mary had a little dress,

Whose skirt was white as snow.

But when they found Mary that night,

The dress was red as Bordeaux.

Now the bobbies were on edge

And had trouble falling asleep.

All of them were drinking coffee

When they heard about Bo Peep.

Little Bo Peep had lost her keys,

And a nice young man offered to help.

Quick as a flash he cut her chest,

All before she could even yelp.

The bobbies knew they had a serial,

Put the case number one on their plate.

They worked on it all night and day,

But for Miss Muffet it was too late.

Little Miss Muffet

Was at a buffet

When she had a bit much to drink.

Along came a cabbie,

Whose blade went snicker-snee,

Then vanished before you could blink.

Those harried bobbies

Were facing lobbies

From the protesting, indignant press.

But they had no reply,

The trail had run dry,

Next victim was anyone’s guess.

The Queen of Hearts,

She had some smarts

And knew that next was she.

Her heart was the best,

Of course she’d be next;

So she sat down to have tea.

When the Jack of Hearts

Came for her parts,

She didn’t bother to plead.

“At last you’ve come,

To visit dear old mum.

My poor boy, do it quickly.”

So for the last time

Did Jack do this crime,

Did his blade go snicker-snee.

Jack the Ripper,

Jack be quick,

The bobbies were waiting

In the brick.

“Run, after him!

We’ve got him in sight!”

But Jack was too fast

And vanished in the night.

Little Jack Ripper

Sat by a skipper

In a dingy old pub.

The sailor finished his ale,

Said, “I gotta sail,”

And left him alone in the club.

Someone else took his place,

Another unfamiliar face,

Who put Jack on guard.

“Your work got me in a lather.

Let’s work together.

Here’s my card.”

Then he, too, was gone,

Jack’s interest was on,

So he gave the card a read.

His eyebrows flew up,

He suppressed a hiccup,

And swigged his mug of mead.

He slapped down a bill,

Re-entered the London chill,

With a grin all too sweet.

If the address was real,

Then he would make a deal

With Mr. Todd of Fleet Street.

The End?


Here’s some funny - Claudia O'Doherty - Ep2: What is Jack the Ripper?