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8000 YEAR OLD GRAND MASTER FOUND IN ANTARCTIC ICE FLOE !!!

An Exclusive to The International Chessoid by Donus Felinius
Bullitzer Prize Winning Photographer, Sometime Reporter and Faithful
Companion of Alpheta Patton, Ace Girl Reporter

T. I. C. Antarctica) Feb 30, 2012 - A crew of intrepid International Chessoid reporters and photographers recently accompanied famed Liverpudlian Antarctic explorer, Sir Stanley F. Livingston, to the site of his former discovery.

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Sir Stanley F. Livingston says "X marks the spot! Oi swears it" (c) D. Felinicus 2000 TIC Staff Anthropologist

Sir Stanley swore up and down on the Oxford Companion to Chess that, while searching for a suitable location to pitch his crew's latrine, he had come across the ancient remains of a chess-playing hominoid encrusted in the polar ice caps on Stonington Island. Since we, of The International Chessoid, had no reason to doubt his claim, our team embarked at once on the monthly El Al flight to the former British expeditionary outpost, where Sir Stanley helped us relive his great adventure.

Dubbed "Chaturanga Man" by TIC staff anthropologist Vera Una Likely, during the flight she hypothesized that the said hominoid was possibly a rare example of early G.M. derived from the species "homo procrastinatus", a race of men later wiped from the face of the earth by the much faster moving Antarctic ice floes.

Upon touchdown, we quickly embarked upon our quest, the excitement reaching feverish levels as we trekked along the lonely and desolate expanse of frozen waste - each frigid step taking us closer and closer to our final destination, until - at last, Sir Stanley came to a sudden halt. Jabbing his ski-pole into the very spot he claimed to be the site of his momentous 1948 discovery, we paused breathlessly as Sir Stanley exclaimed:

"Ee wuz roit 'ere!"

"Sawr 'im with me very own oies oi did! Big fuzzy thing 'ee wuz. Starin' up at me with 'is bloomin' googles from below the oice. Blimey! I sez to moiself, wot in the world could this be? So when oi looked a little closer, oi could see 'ee wuz oldin' a chessman - a noit oi think it wuz - in 'iz 'airy roit 'and - loike 'ee wuz about to make a move, you see... 'Ad a look of surproise on 'is ugly gob - big teeth grinnin' back at me an oll... loike 'ee adn't expected wot 'it 'im. Covered oll in oice 'ee wuz, from 'ed to toe. Felt roit sorry for the poor sot. Now where do you suppose 'ees gone off to? I cain't roitly figa it out moiself! Gor! "

On the return flight, during a brief refuelling stop at the Falkland Islands, TIC staff took whimsical note of an empty seat on the plane.

English translations of SirStanley's final "interview" (a series of colourful expletives, thought by some to be his last words) can be made available upon on request.

Donus Felinicus