Norwich bulletin., 1911-01-04
TALES TOLD
 AT THE REMGSsDE By w. A. PheIon.
WHEN woLeAsr GOT HIS.
By w. A. PheIon.

Ad Wolgast is. beyond all doubt, on great and husky little fighter Tn, man who wore down the Dura ble Dant can assimilate a beating that woulG make the average pugilfst crawl into cyclone cellar, and can hand out the wallops on his own account as well. Nevertheless Mir. Wolgast has a mas ter, and the master is rig Int there il the Wolgast family.
 There are several Wolgast brothers the family being one of those prolific German households. ALI of the younge. Wolgasts are strong and sinewy. but Ad is the only one who took to the ring ass a profession. Too bad some more of them didn't enter the fighting field-there might have been titles aG libitum among the ktocky warriors of the Cadillac farm lands.
 One year older than Champion Ad built on the same pattern, but not even thinking of pagilistic fame, is Louis Wolgast. A typical German farmer is Brother Louis, caring only for the vel fare of his cattle and his horses, seek ing only such currency as can be gathered from the produce of his many acres. Louis would never be selected as a fighter but he can go some and up in Cadillac they gleefuHy tell the tale of how he tended to the cham pion.
 Fresh from the great victory over Battling Nelson his pockets full Of
 money his head fuH of happiness and ambitions, Ad came home. On the second day after his return to Cadillac he rose betimes. sfrolied out upon the fields of the Wolgas1 farm, and there met Brother Louis. guiding blow for the early springtirne planting.
 @On the level, Louis" .9uoth the champion, you are bum farmer. You can't even run a straight furrow and you'll spoil more land than you'll put under seed"
 Brother Louis, who xs more German by far than Brother LOuts, looked at the champion in some surprise.
 Tor w said he, should you make the fun off mein plowings You tend to de fghtSngs. will tend to de blant- inss, va, alretty.'
 Co on, you big rube," replied the mocking champion. Brother Louis
 Don't you & big ruees call me al retty.'' he growied. You vos e1n yer damhter sehwefnkops. va. una ein drummer esesS
 See heSe," cried the champion, don't you salf me any of those Prus- sian names: I'll knock your block offt''
 Louis slowly removed his coat and hat
 You vos a fighder. va said he. I vOs a farmer. Aber l can lick you" :" Ad stepped towards Brother Louis, feinting lightly with the left and aim ing for a high swing with the right Brother Louis, the farmer, sent q straight drive to the nose and followed with counter under the guard The astounded champion grunted and gave ground. Brother Louis followed up the advantage, beat down the cham pion's arms, and planted a terrific right upon Ads eye. The champion fell heavily and rolled over in new made furroW.
 Cheese it, Louis!" cried he 'It afnf right for brothers to be fightin g," And Louis. with a triumphant snick- er resumed the blowing. Ad came downtown the next day with a deep purple eye and tried to tell the natives it was a souvenir of the Nelson battle. But the natives, well remembering that no such dec l oration had adorned him when he came back from the victory. gave him the haw haw-and Ad finally told the story.
 There are two great fighters in the Wolsast fanhy-and the better of the two is not a real professional (Copyriglitsd by J. L. Robie)