Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1919-02-23

or the right kind Of sunlight, and |
can't get it.
And, after all, men have been
healthful without a horse to tnelr
name. Not long ago while on trip |
had a chance to run in for an hour
with Tom Carroll, the world-famous
professional athlete. l found him
looking the picture of health, but
somewhat down-hearted. He explain
ed that he was worried over not hear
ing from one of his boys in France.
His boys were nice little fellows, rang
ing from feet to feet 8 inches
tall, and they naturally volunteered
TO do their share of the fighting, Two
were hurt, he knew. One he hadn't
heard from for two months, ana be-
fore that there was a letter every
week. He knew the boy had been in
a hospital, wounded.
I'm not worrying about that said
Tom. He'd get over bullets all right.
But he might have got out of the hos
pital and then got the flu--and none
of us fellows have ever been sick!'
Where's Wally?" | asked.
Tom Carroll's eyes frightened with
pride in his youngest son
Did you ever hear about Wally?'
| he asked. He's in the engineers, and
! he was running a locomotive on a
! train moving English troops up that
| time at Cambria. The train was
away up at the front, waiting on a
| sidetrack, when the Germans doubled
! hack. The first think Wal.y knew he
| looked up and saw Germans al
! around Some of EN- were climbing
| into his cab and killing his fireman
| Inc only weapon Wally had time tC
! reach was a monkey wrench, and
| ne went into EN- with the wrench and
began laying out Germans all over The
! place. He was alone, the fireman be
! ing dead, and after he'd finished vi
about half dozen Germans he was
kind of getting the worst of it. The!
didn't manage to hit him or stick him
! but he was winded from fighting anc
about all in from jumping arount
4 aCklng at them, when a bunch o
English soldiers came along anC
chased the Germans off just in time,
''Wally must have grown little
since l saw him" / suggested, think
ing back to a small boy with curly
blond hair.
"Oh yes" said Tom. 'Wally's
feet and weighs 22O pounds, and he's
the best hammer thrower in the worlC
right now. He can beat 'em ail-evei
the old man"
Here we walked past Carroll
training ground and | saw a dozen Of
so of hammers and weights lyini
around, while the field seemed to b,
well scared with fresh hamme
marks.
DO you keep in condition stiA?"
asked.
For answer Carroll stopped over
picked up a fifty-siX pound weight il
one hand, stepped to a circle, swuni
the big lead ball and heaved it VIC
lently Judging the distance with
critical eye, he said: About thirty
six feet-Yes, l keep in pretty goot
condition throwing all day every Sun
day with the boys. I'm just as stron!
as ever. Why shouldn't | be? I'm onl.
SiXty-two."
There you are! The man who ha
lived the healthful outdoor life of
professional athlete. and entirel
without the dissipation that round
up some athletic careers feels Gus
as strong as ever at an age that see
the ordinary citizen spending his Sun
day afternoons propped up on sof
pillows and wondering if he dare
tackle anything more rugged thai
crackers and milk for dinner.
Remember Jen Mace? Jem died
few years aso-som eshing over eight
years of age, and after one of the mos
eventful careers known to the ring.
Forty or fifty years ago Jem Mac
was the greatest boxer in the world
He fought with the raw uns." Mac
was doing his best fighting when h
had passed 40 years of age--and thu
kind of fighting he INDUCED int
a finish with bare fists-was anything
but parlor pastime. | saw old Jen
Mace years ago in London, and hat
quite a talk with him about his of
fighting days. He thought his lon
career in the ring was due partly t
the fact that he was of gypsy blood
and for centuries his people had live,
out of doors at all times. He was
natural outdoor man and a rover
When he was over so he went t
South Africa and fought half doze
bouts, and easily held his own wit
some fairly good local boxers of les
than half his age.