The Washington herald., 1912-07-07

and lost by the hundred in the
quest for the elixir Of life. Many
expeditions to then UNEMPLOYED
America had for their object this mys-
ferrous agent Of perpetual youth. 1t
was generally supposed to be foun-
tain the waters of which possessed pc
culiarly vitalizing powers, but in the pres
emit day there are several men who believe
that even il they have not discovered the
fountain of youth they have found the
secret of youth which extends far be-
yond the three score years and ten allotted
to men by the Bible
\ Right in New York city there are at
least three men who have learned that
the nearest approach to an elixir of Ion
gevity is physical exercise taken with mod
Grafton and consistency. Attila, a Ger
man athlete, with quarters in East Thirty
fourth street. is si1ty-seven years old, but
he juggles hundredweight dumbbells as
setting up exercise before breakfast every
morning as the average man would manip-
Ilate the small wooden variety.
Almost any afternoon at the New York
Athletic Club you may see another near
septuagenarian rolling about the mat CRAP
plink with "Hughie" Leonard, the wres-
ting instructor, or boxing with some
youngster in his twenties or thirtieS
mike Donovan, veteran of the prize
ring, is as light on his feet as Russian
toe dancer, but his hand is heavy when
it comes in contact with jaw.
Luke Wilson is the third of the aged
athletes, and he swings his 1.-THE body in
various eccentric curves about a hori-
zontal bar on the stage of the Herald
Square Theatre for an hour or two early
every morning. He is seventy two years
old, but he is in such good condition that
he hopes to get back into professional
work.
The thing that impresses one first on
seeing these truly veteran athletes is the
clearness of their eyes. There is no filmy
look about them. Attila's eyes flashed
like those of sailor of twenty when he
laughed at the question put to him by a.
reporter for this newspaper.
How long do you expect to live?"
Zone hundred and twenty-five years"
he said.
Attila's Secret.
Then he balanced an eighty-fve pound
weight over his head with one hand and
twirled it gently, torsion fashion, just by
way of easing his flow of language. much
as some men tumble with their key rings
when talking.
I've been doing this just fifty years
now, and I'm as strong as ever-grow-
ing stronger 50 far as I can see. 1t looks
as though I'd reach the one-twenty-fveI
mark, doesn't it? I've discovered the
fountain of youth-I'm serious when II
say that"
"What is the fountain of youth"
asked the reporter. Attila picked long
iron ball from the floor with huge weights
at each end and toyed with it as the re- !
porter did with his pencil
Exercise. Normal treatment of the
body and exercise arranged to develop all
the muscles of the body and not any Ger.
tain set"
81 suppose you've journeyed through
life on the front seat of the water
wagon?"
Not l." said Attila, smashing his fist
into his open palm with an impact like
two football players meeting at top
speed. 81 drink-but never too much
That is the secret Of the thing. modera.
ton take wine, beer, schnapps. any
thing, but never get intoxicated.
"As to diet" continued the Strong Man,
II eat ~ / nleasa. Not TOO much meat