PRINCIPALS IN BIG WRESTLING MATCH ~
GOTCH’S TOE HOLD
PERFECTLY LOVELY
DECLARES FITCH
Russian Downed With “Nine
Horse Power Heave and
Percheron Squat On
the Thorax.’’
4 GEORGE FITCH SAYS: 4
4 - 4
4 “Expert* disagreed on the 4
4 exact hold used by Gotch In 4
4 dumping hie old-time foe into 4
4 the discard. I myself think the 4
4 trick was done with a 9-horse 4
i 4 power heave, followed by a ro- 4
4 tar y dump, and oleaginous 4
4 squirm and a Percheron squat 4
4 right on the thorax. 4
4 “All those who won money'on 4
4 Gotch declare the toe hold is a 4
4 perfectly lovely institution and 4
4 should be used in all our kinder- 4
4 gardens and boarding schools.” 4
BY GEORGE FITCH.
[Copyright, 1011, by Adams Newspaper
Service.]
Chicago, 111. Special: For the
benefit of those people who do
not understand the pleasant art
of dislocation known as wrest
ling, I shall try to describe in
simple terms the glorious day at
Comiskey’s baseball park in Chi
cago, on September 4, 1911,
when Frank Gotch, of Iowa, put
$21,000 in cash, a percentage of
moving pictures and a $50,000
theatrical contract down on the
mat in two straight falls and in
cidentally reduced Mr. George
Haekenschmidt, of Russia, who
attempted to protect them, from
three-inch headline type to solid
nonpareil in the sporting notes.
It was a beautiful day and Mr.
Comiskey’s huge concrete in
closure was solidly lined with
eager faces from the United
States, Europe, Turkey, Austra
lia and points west. There were
preliminaries in which small men
wove themselves into hopeless
knots and big Joe Rogers,
weight 260, and a stripling of
240, Fred Erler, pulled and
hauled at each other like two
amiable hippopotami.
All of this excited some notice,
but when one first became aware
of tho presence of 35,000 people
in the immediate vicinity was
when Mr. Gotch came out in a
blue dressing gown and climbed
into the ring.
Ten Acre Cheer.
At this point a cheer arose. Man
agers of national political conventions
might do well to examine this cheer
and get pointers for the future. It was
a 10 acre, three story cheer, full of
frantic hopes and deciduous patriot
ism and Joyous red, white and blue
blooded anticipation of trouble to come.
Then Hackenschmldt came out and
the crowd cheered him too, with a sten
torian whoop. “Hack” was a stranger
In a strange land, and it was only fair
that he be cheered before being ham
burgered. So everyone yelled for him
and yelled for Gotch to desslcate him
for the honor of his country.
Neither wrestler Is a tall man. Both
might pass unnoticed In a crowd
were It not for the extremely suc
cessful manner In which they fill
their clothes. Both are slightly frayed
about the hair, which hasn’t had the
endurance of their muscles. Gotch Is
a good natured, smiling young man
with a build that would make a Greek
statute blush at Its lopsidedness.
"Hack” Is a bullet headed chap with
a 21 Inch neck and a tapering waist.
It tapers down to about 42 Inches
from a 62 inch chest.
The two men emerged from their
bath robes. Gotch in blue tights,
“Hack” In green, and both bare to the
waist. They shook hands and Mr. E.
W. Smith, referee, officially Bicked
them on while the sporting world,
with all Its hopes and fears of the
past year, teetered upand down and
forgot to breath.
Such Affection!
The first 10 minutes were devoted
by the two devourers In getting ac
quainted with each other. This was
an affectionate performance. Heads
together and locked like two bulls in
a misunderstanding, they investiga
ted each other's gars, hair, necks, el
bows and sides with loving little
slaps and pats and wrenches, any one
of which would have mussed up a
terra cotta statue considerably. They
tugged and hauled each other and got
nowhere with the most tremendous
energy. As an exhibition of stand
patlsm It was sublime, but the crowd
wasn't interested In politics. It con
centrated Its 70,000 eyes on Hacken
schmidt’s Ill-fated toes and thirsted for
events.
Now and then Gotch made a grab
for a green clad leg. A lightning flash
would look tired and lazy beside one
of these grabs. Each one brought an
eager shriek from the piled up faces In
the amphitheater. Three times Hack
enschmldt took that leg of his away to
safety, by the shred of a second. The
fourth time the margin was on the
wrong side. There was the flash of a
brown hand on a green leg—a siren
shriek from the 35,000—two wildly wag
I — i.— - i -.1 ^■ -
glng green legs described a half cir
cle in the air and Gotch, having upen
ded his man dumped him on the mat,
and began to work on him.
Toying With Him,
Nowadays enter*>rlsing moving pic
ture makers show films of lions toying
with deer and goats and other lion food.
There was a suggestion of the lion's
kindly manner in Gotch as he browsed
hungrily around "Hack's" nose, ears,
arms, and neck in search of something
breakable. This should really have
been “Hack's” part of the show. But
the "Russian Lion” was strangely accom
modating. He let Gotch do ail the
browsing, the heaving, the rending and
the devouring. Active labor did not
seem to Interest him. Rest and reflec
tion close to the mat seemed to be al
most a passion with him. So he lay
placidly while Gotch worked out little
problems in leverage on his legs—and
then there was another flash and both
men were on their feet while two mov
ing picture machines strained tendons
and went hopelessly lame trying to fol
low the move.
Another minute of pushing and haul
ing on foot. Then that same green leg
lingered the fraction of a wink too long,
“Hack” was down and Gotch on top of
him laboring methodically on “Hack's"
monolithic underpining. With a mast
odonic squirm "Hack" broke loose and
got to his feet. Gotch went after him
like a panther after a supper several
days overdue. They clinched in a sort
of combination half hitch and true love
knot hold and Gotch went down under
neath. He leaped out of "Hack's”
grasp like a thousand volts of elec
tricity, straying out of a leaky wire
and they clutched each other by the
head again on foot.
Still Smiling.
Gotch leaned on "Hack’s” shoulder
and smiled at the crowd. Then he
upended his opponent and sat on him,
still smiling. He felt around “Hack's"
legs in a methodical manner, took a
good grip and signalled the hoisting en
r
gine to go ahead. "Hack” rose like a
sack of meal and describing a graceful
parabola landed with one shoulder
down. Still smiling, Mr. Gotch in a
way that could not possibly be de
scribed as considerate, sat down about
220 pounds worth on the other shoulder.
It went down. It was easy. Any pile
driver could have done the trick. The
referee got down and peered under the
two squirming hillocks. Then he slap
ped Gotch on the shoulder—the signal
to cease firing—and the cork blew out
of pandemonium with a tremendous ex
plosion.
For many blocks around people stop
ped work then and said: “Gotch has
won a fall.” You couldn’t help sus
pecting that something had happened
even if you were a mile away. The
platform filled up in a second. Farmer
Burns, the Columbus who discovered
Gotch, leaned over the ropes and
smiled with a grin that made his ears
start back in horror from the yawning
chasm. Hackenschmidt removed his
hitherto unravished shoulders from the
mat and went to his dressing room.
The cheers died away to a hurricane,
and then to a mild riot. Presently
they stopped altogether and another
noise arose. It W'as the eager murmur
of the "I told you so” club enrolling
recruits. Ten thousand new prophets
arose and stood forth and declared that
they had known it all along. And
while the police busily pushed intrud
ers off of Mr. Comiskey’s sacred grass,
mostly with the collar and elbow hold
many aspirants arose to challenge the
winner—among them a Mr. Benjamin
of India, very brunette and wearing 40
yards of red and white dress goods
wrapped about his head.
Experts disagreed on the exact hold
used by Gotch In dumping his old
time foe into the discard. Most of
them seem to think it was a combina
tion crotch and half nelson. This is
technical but not Illuminating. I my
self think that the trick was done
with a nine-horsepower heave followed
by a rotary dump, an oleaginous
squirm and a Percheron squat right on
the thorax.
Crowd Yawns.
Ten minutes after the first fall
Hackenschmldt came out again and
faced Gotch. Every one was sorry for
him. But also every one was dissatis
fied with the show. The crowd had
come to see one thing and it was de
termined to see it. It watched Gotch
indifferently when he went at "Hack”
like a hungry wolf. It yawned while
"Hack" protected his persecuted legs
with desperate earnestness. But when
Gotch slammed his man down and be
gan hunting hungrily for his toes, 85,
000 savages joined in the pursuit with
frantic cries. Three times the toes
dodged the Inevitable. Then Gotch’s all
engulfing hand closed over them. His
muscles tightened. “Hack" gave such
a writhe as an early Christian martyr
might have given when the rack be
gan to creak. Then Gotch loosed the
toes and “Hack” fell back to his
shoulders.
It was all over—but the interminable
discussion as to whether the toe hold
is more kindly and delicate in its ap
plication than the strangle hold, the
eye gouge or the various varieties of
mayhem which prevailed before the
Christian era. All those who won
money on Gotch declare that the toe
hold is a perfectly lovely institution
and should be used in all our kinder
gartens and boarding schools.
Upper left, Frank Gotch and Farmer Burns in their corner.
Upper right, George Hackenschmidt and his trainer in his corned
Center, Hackenschmidt and Gotch shaking hands in front of Referee “Ed”
Smith.
Below, Hackenschmidt and Gotch in action in the ring.
GOTCH ATTEMPTING THE “TOE HOLD.”
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KIND O’ MIXED UP.
A Deadly Aim.
From the Washington Post.
The real origin or the greatest fake
hero story ever told has come to light
In a scrap book owned by an old resi
dent of Washington.
A group of Revolutionary heroes were
standing before an old bur in Washing
ton. and from the lips of each there
tell wondrous stories of what he had
dom In the shock of battle or the fren
zy of the charge-. Finally one old fellow
with long white whiskers remarked:
"1 was personally acquainted with
George Washington."
"1 was lying behind the breastworks
one day, pumping lead Into the British
ers, when I heard the patter of a horse’s
hoofs behind me. Then came a voice:
’’ Hi, there, you with the deadly aim!
Look here a moment!’
"I looked around and saluted, recog
nizing General Washington, and he said:
" 'What’s your name?’
“ ’Hogan.’ X said.
" 'Your first name?’
“ 'Pat, sir—Pat Hogan.’
" 'Well, Pat,’ he said, ‘go home. Your’<
killing too many men.’
•' I think I’d better get a few more
general,’ I said, kind of apologetic.
, ’’ ‘No,’ he said, 'you’ve killed too many
It's slaughter. And, Pat, don't call me
general; call me George.' ’’
An Incident of the Road.
From Harper's Weekly.
“Stop!" cried the man In the road. “You
are exceeding the speed limit!”
“That's all nonsense," retorted Blinks,
bringing his car to a standstill.
"That's what they ail say,” said the
man in the road, climbing Into the car.
"You can tell your story to the magis
trate at Hinktown—jest seven miles up the
road. Start along, please."
They drove on in silence to Hinktown,
where, as the car drew up In front of
the court house, the man in the road got
out.
“Much obliged for the lift,” said he.
“You can settle that matter of speed
with the magistrate if you want to. As
a stranger In these here parts I don't
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On the Train.
"Wot’s lip, Mate?”
”1 went In bathing and ’ad my
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my 'at on, and my return ticket was
In the ‘at band.”
DEATH BEFORE 100
TEARS BMDE
Prof. Munyon Says Ignorance
of Laws of Health Explains
Early End of Life.
NOTED SCIENTIST HAS
ENCOURAGING WORD
FOR DESPONDENT
MEN AND WOMEN
“Death before 100 years of age has
been reached is nothing more or less
than slow suicide. A man (or woman)
who dies at an earlier age Is simply igno
rant of the laws of health.”
Such was the original and rather
startling statement made by Professor
James M. Munyon, the famous Philadel
phia health authority, who Is establish
ing health headquarters In all the large
cities of the world for the purpose of get
ting In direct touch with hls thousands
of converts.
Professor Munyon Is a living embodi
ment of the cheerful creed he preaches.
Virile, well poised, active and energetic,
he looks as though he would easily at
tain the century age limit which he de
clares is the normal one. He said:
“I want the people of the world to
know my opinions on the subject of
health, which are the fruit of a life-time
devoted to healing the sick, people of
America. There isn’t a building In this
city big enough to house the people in
this State alone who have found health
through my methods. Before I get
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enough to house my cured patients in
this city alone.
“I want, most of all, to talk to the sick
people—the invalids, the discouraged
ones, the victims of nerve-wearing, body
racking diseases and ailments—for these
are the ones to whom the message of
hope which I bear will bring the great
est blessing.
"I want to talk to the rheumatics, the
sufferers from stomach trouble, the ones
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women who have become chronic in
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want to talk to the men who are ‘all run
down,’ whose health has been broken by
overwork. Improper diet, late hours and
other causes, and who feel the creeping
clutch of serious, chronic illness.
“To these people I bring a story of
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ter things. I want to astonish them by
showing the record of cures performed
through my new system of treatment.
“I have taken the best of the Ideas
from all schools and embodied them In
a new system of treatments individually
adapted to each particular case. X have
no ‘cure alls,’ but my present method of
attacking disease is the very best thought
of modern science. The success which I
have had with these treatments In this
city and all over America proves Its effi
cacy. Old methods must give away to
new medical science moves. I know what
my remedies are doing for humanity
everywhere. I know what they will do
for the people of this city. Let me prove
my statements—that’s all I ask.”
The continuous stream of callers and
mail that comes to Professor James M.
Munyon at his laboratories, Fifty-third
and Jefferson streets, Philadelphia, Pa.,
keeps Dr. ^lunyon and hls enormous
corps of expert physicians busy.
Professor Munyon makes no charge for
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penny to pay. Address Prof. J. M. Mun
yon, Munyon’s Laboratories, Fifty-third
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“There is nothing the matter with
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The Recoil.
Tobacconist—You learned long ago
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MEAN MAN.
I*
“Now, John, if I were to die you
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body what a good wife X was.”
, “No, I wouldn’t, believe me.”
“Well, I would for you, Just for de
cency’s sake. And that shows I’m
not half as mean as you are."
Megaphones In Oil.
Robert Henri, the painter, was dis
cussing in New York a very mediocre
“old master” for which a Chicago pro
moter had paid an exorbitant sum.
“The man is content with his bar
gain,’’ said Mr. Henri. “I’m sure of
that. To a millionaire of that type,
you know, an ‘old master’ is merely a
megaphone for his money to talk
throught.”
Why 8he Smiled.
“She must love her husband dear
ly; she smiles whenever she looks
toward him.” * '
"That isn’t because she l^ves him;
It is because sho has a sense of
humor.”—Houston Post.
Slang to Define Slang.
“He’s in bad.”
“Yes; he’s all in,”
Sincerity is the saving merit now
and always.—Carlyle.
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THE BRUTE.
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Wife—John, I listened to you for
half an hour last night, while you
were talking in your sleep.
John—Thanks, dear, for your self
restraint.
