For Groucho Marx, the stock market was nothing to laugh at. The mustached wag invested his fortune, a quarter-million dollars, on a tip from a bellhop at the Ritz-Carlton during the height of the ...

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And sometimes it’s an exploding cigar, of the harmless kind with which Ernest Hemingway pranked a Turkish general, or of the deadly kind with which the CIA planned ...