Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-11
SIM TACKLES SAMSON:
How the Modern Hercules Narrowly Els
 capped Complete Humiliation.

How th0 Modern Hercules Narrowly Els
 capped Complete Humiliation.
 Two Hoosiers recently came to Chicago to see the sights, writes Ed R. Pritchard, the clever Hoosier sketch writer, in the Arkansaw Traveller. One day they strolled into 0 Clark street dime museum, where, among the freaks on exhibition, were a tattooed man, the fat woman and the Sam son, who bursted iron chains, bent crow bars and performed other wonderful feats of strength.
 As they stood watching him in some of his wonderful acts one of the Hoosiers said to his companion:
 "Say, Lige, how'd you like to tackle that feller in rough-and-tumble fight, hey?"
 Well, Sim, I s'pose in a scrimmage like that he'd be a mighty nasty teller to handle; but reckon wouldn't be ateard to try him fall or two, side holts, jess for fun"
 "Why, Sim Hurley, that feller'd throw you over his head afore you could say beans with your mouth open. He'd jess erbout break you in two, that's what he'd do."
 "I reckon, Lige, that if I got 8 grapevine lock on him he'd heft to come, or suthin'd break. You member the time throwed Dave Johnson-big Dave, l mean, that farmi'
 ''Yes; but he didn't go round snappin' trace-chains as easy as you or I would 8 twine string. Why, this feller could lift Dave Johnson an' his load together.'
 s'WeN, Dave Johnson was tho best man in Deer Creek township at 8 log-rollin', an' he allus carried ergin enny two men they wuz there; you knowed that, didn't youp
 "Yes, Dave was reg'lar shorter on @ ift-1'n have ter give in; but I low this feller here's little grain the best man of the two"
 "Aebbe he Is, but I'd like ter bet shuclkin' peg that could throw him three best out O i've"
 "Tell you what I'll do, Sim. I'll betyou the oysters, an fresh ones at that, none of your darned coves fer me, that that feller up there kin throw you three straight falls enny holts you're mind ter give him."
 "Great snakes" ejaculated Sim. "rl take that bet. Let's see if the feller'n rassel."
 So they edged little closer and waited until the Samson had finished his act, and then when tho crowd had followed the lecturer to another part of the room they stepped up to his platform and the following dialogue ensued:
 'I reckon" said Lige, by way of broach- ing the subject, ''that you'd be purity good hand at rassel, wouldn't youa" ..Ia.:s "Rassel;" a;..,n repeated tho perf0rmer'' w nat Gu6tt "Why," put in Sim, Gin scufain' match not fight, you see-jess frien'ly rsssel ter see which feller could pile the other feller."
 "Oh," said the performer, 'I see, you mean a wrestling match" That's it." they both replied together. "Do either of you ever wrestle any7" the athlete inquired, pleasantly.
 "Yes," answered Lige, promptly, "my poduer hero thinks he's purity good at side holts."
 'I'n wrestle either one or both of you for fifty dollars" said the performer promptly.
 "There's your chance. Sim," said Lige, | banteringly. 'If you kin win them fifty | dollars we kin have oyster stews fer 8 whole week."
 Just here the manager called out in a loud 1 voice: ''All who desire to see the perform l snce in the theater below will please pass | right downstairs" "Thunderl' said Sim, i've can't miss l that We kin see this feller when we come back"
 They went down stairs, and after wit | messing the stage performance were, of 1 course, ushered out into the street. When Hast saw them they were trying to brace 1 the ticket seller to pass them back upstairs
 on the plea that they had important busi- l ness with ''the feller that busted trace l chains and bent crow-bars," but the ticket l seller was firm in his refusals, so they l ambled sadly away in search Of new pleas