Old mirrors were glass backed with silver. Scratch the backing off and the reflection goes with it.
Wipe my face and I’m everybody. Scratch my back and I’m nobody. What am I?
Give me a hintThe hint
My back is what makes me work.
A parlour riddle from 1914 in a dozen words.
Wipe my face and I’m everybody. Scratch my back and I’m nobody. What am I?
My back is what makes me work.
Old mirrors were glass backed with silver. Scratch the backing off and the reflection goes with it.