(PLEASE NOTE: The solutions to our contestants’ puzzles are now available.)
It was 1947. Scarcely a soul is now alive who remembers the fray. Mr. X and Mr. Y squared off on the back page of the magazine with six fiendish cryptic crossword puzzles apiece, which alternated over a dozen epic weeks. Nation puzzlers (a perspicacious and picky lot) cast their votes. And the winner was [flourish of trumpets]—Mr. Y, with three-fifths of the vote!
Mr. Y was revealed to be one Frank W. Lewis, in the October 18, 1947, Nation: “Mr. Lewis, a research analyst for the War Department [despite this modest ID, we note that Frank was a highly decorated World War II code-cracker], writes that he ‘became a puzzle addict while on a tour of duty in England, where the so-called British Crossword appears in most papers.’ ” Back home in the States, he “turned to Jack Barrett as the only American whose puzzles held sustained interest.”
So began Frank’s sixty-two-year reign on the back page of The Nation.
Bearing this illustrious history in mind, the current editors have sent forth the word: there is to be another duel in these pages—a cryptic crossword contest to select Frank’s successor (Frank died last year at age 98; we have been running golden oldies since his retirement a year earlier). Readers will once again be asked to vote for their favorite on a field of crushing cruciverbalist combat. Once again the hallowed mantle will pass to a new master.
This time around five finalists, chosen from dozens of highly qualified aspirants, are pitted against one another. This time the contest is not drawn out over twelve issues but is contained here in one issue. And this time readers will vote using twenty-first-century technology—an online poll.
So, dear reader/puzzler, now you must do your part. On the following pages you will find five puzzles, each by a different puzzle “setter” (the official term). Match your wits with these five adversaries, whom we have given noms du plume a bit trickier than Mr. X and Mr. Y. You are charged: skate their surfaces, unscramble their anagrams, wince at their puns, judge their erudition, cut their Gordian knots. Then cast your ballot. (You have four weeks to make up your mind.) May the best man, or woman, win. TheNation.com/crossword-contest.