The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-12-26
NERVY LITTLE MEN
Always Have the Blind Sym
patty Of the Spec
tators.

The world hates a bully and idoli-
yes the man who refuses to be trod
upon. The little man who gets away
with some stunt is always held that
much higher in public esteem because
of his size. Nothing will kill him
quicker than bullying tactics
Right now, Fred Beell, the "rassler"
is the hero of the hour in the sporting
world, because he threw Frank Gotch,
man weighing fully fifty pounds
more than himself.
No one stops to think that this man
Bee]l is just human wrestling ma
chine. a chap with the chest, should
ers and arms of a Underestimate. and
stature of a medium middleweight
He weighs about 100, but his strength
is all where it counts in wrestling.
"Muggy" McGraw is a little man
who gets away with whole lot
of the same kind of stuff "Muggy"
will bitterly assail some big man of
the diamond, kick at him and abuse
him in every way. The big fellow real
ICES that a mighty throng has its gaze
centered upon him. He feels his fin
gers twitching in his desire to knock
the giant leader into the middle of
the coming week, but he knows it
would be madness to hit him; the
crowd sees only little man lined up
against a big one.
No one knows the feelings of
crowd better than does "Muggy."
One day in Baltimore, so story
goes. "Muggy" had kicked and spit
at the big fellows on the team. They
had just cursed him and let it go at
that. "Wee Willie" Keller was play
ing with Baltimore in those days.
Keller isn't as big as McGraw, and
so he got into the argument ON be-
half of the big fellows.
"Muggsy" said something and Keel
er dug into him. He kicked McGraw
all over the clubhouse that day and
made the peerless leader" cry quits.
"Slik" O'Loughlin, the umpire, is
man the crowd likes to see in action,
because, despite his size, none of the
big men of the diamond can call him.
There are those who say the ar
bitrator puts on whole lot of his
swagger purposely. Several thousand
of them learned this when they tried
to mob him some Years ago.
Silk" really was very punk" that
day. Frank Nevin was SO sore that
when O'Loughlin, refused entrance at
the clubhouse, sought the ticket office
for protection long enough to put on
his shoes, he was not permitted to
pass the door.
The mob gathered close to the UNI
pire, throwing sticks and cushings at
him. "Silk" was in blind rage, hop
ping around on the cinders in his
stocking feet. A cushion hit him on
the ear. He made a rush at the semi
circle of crazy fans.
you're pack of yellow dogs" he
yelled. II can lick any three of you.
Any three of you. Just step out of
the crowd and Sc what will happen.
You don't dare to hit man except
when hidden by others of your kind,
YOU"
"Slik" biffed someone on the neck.
That crowd of thousand or more
n1en and boys backed away. awe
stricken.
YOU'RE fine specimens of human
being, you are. Come on, let me hit
you. I'll annihilate you. I'll"
The crowd moved still farther back
and "Slik" put on his shoes.
Now, I'm going through that
gate to my car, and the man who
hits me won't live to try any more of
his dirty tricks"
O'Loughlin marched through the
gate, elbowing the scurrying crowd
out of his way.
The police came rushing through
the gate, but there was no need of
protection. No one hit the umpire
after that.