The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-04-16
LITTLE HINDU SAGE GIFT Of RED HAT
Tells His Puzzled Friend What
He Has Seen.
SAYS Stories of the East Not All True
but West Doesn't Know Every
thing-Amateur Does Great
Feat in Chest Expansion.

r eat IN CneSr Expansion.
Into one of the big downtown ad-
vertising offices strolled dark little
man, olive brown of complexion,
straight of hair, with dull gray eyes
and thin nervous fingers, says the
New York Sun. In the midst of the
hustle and rush of the office the little
stranger hesitated awkwardly, tim
idly, looking about him in futile search
for friendly face. But the world
of materiaIism hurried all about hina,
shouting orders, shutting papers,
banging typewriters, stamping up and
down in self-sufficient disdain of this
visitor from the far land back OF
the beyond" For though the little
Hindu sage who stood and lived IN
the center of the Whirl of the TWEEN
tieth century is a successful business
man and holds high degree from a
great European university, his life
concerns itself not in the slightest
with what we choose to call the
things that are
mo, many of the stories of the
East are not true" replied the little
doctor, when at last he had been dis
covered by his capitalist friend and
ensconced in the inner office. For
instance. it is extremely doubtful that
the reported phenomenon of the Yogi
who threw a rope into the air and
then climbed up the rope has ever
been authenticated by veraclous testl-
mony."
Why, of course not, that's ridicu-
lous,' interrupted the hard headed
friend.
And yet," the little doctor paused
and pressed the tips of his thin
brown fingers together, staring hard
at his companion, land yet | have
seen q man raise himself from the
ground without any external aid"
There was no mistaking the ear
nestness of the assertion yet the skep-
teal capitalist snorted trifie and
exclaimed: But the law of gravita-
tion!"
Yes, my friend rejoined the little
doctor, and just what is the law of
gravitation?"
why, it's the law that"
THE birds, the balloon, the clouds,
do they comply with that law?"
Why, yes, they all come down
eventually"
The man came down, also"
Tho New Yorker threw up his
hands. Go ahead, doctor, what next!"
There is nothing next, my friend.
Strangely and wildly impossible as
our whole system may seem, that sys-
tenn is based upon that which you
call physical development; only we in
the East have studied the development
and training of the body for over five
thousand years; hence, we have ar
rived at stage of efficiency uncom-
pretended and incomprehensible to
you
we work best on a minimum of
nourishment, on but an hour or two
of sleep. That which we eat we as
simulate. There is no waste, no use
less expenditure of energy. You are
still skeptical. l cannot convince you
No? You speak of physical size,
of muscular perfection. Well, yes,
that is something: but when it comes
to the highest degree of muscular eff
ficiency, perhaps, I may be able to
show you a little thing"
Quickly the doctor slid out Of his
coat and stood in his shirtsleeves.
''gIave you a tape measure here
Yes? Good. Will you measure my
chest?"
Then slowly, regularly, the little
oriental began to inhale great drafts
Of air. Twenty times at least he
breathed in deeply through his nose.
and as he breathed his chest swelled
and swelled until the buttons of his
waistcoat strained at their fastenings
Now measure" he said.
The tape showed an expansion of
five and a half inches.
That is but one of the things we
can do" smiled the doctor as he
bowed himself gravely from the Of
Gee
But, great Scott, man, that's big
ger expansion than a prize1ghter, a
hammer thrower, professional
strong man can show gasped the
amazed American.
And" the doctor drew himself UP
TO the full dignity of his five feet two
Inches you can see that am scarcely
professional athlete"