Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-06-07

IN Mr.. Sweeney Todt the Cahoon- Wilbur
~ bout burst as a fash of something like
what paradise should be. The papers had
come around at last. Little Belts went to
some Of Wilbur's gymnasium workouts and
wrote enthusiastic columns. Mr.. Todt's only
regret was that Wilbur made him drop the
Terrible Tim" line. But 1t didn't seem to
matter. Wilbur went bigger than Burke ever
had q.
The ring was set up in the bigger of the two
ball parks. When Mild: ed guided rather anx-
iously by Jim Wills, made her way through the
rows and rows Of ringside seats to a place near
the front, preliminary bout on. She'd
amusing.
In the ring two giants were struggling in and
out of holds. Somebody was waving. Mildred
caught her breath. 1t was her brother Thorny.
He hadn't said he was coming And shed
pledged the reluctant Jim to secrecy. Then she
saw the older brother Rex. There they were,
large as life. She could only laugh it OF. But
she was flushing.
1t was after TO- There was a long pause
Then she saw him. Coming down an aisle. A
blond handsome head and blue robe. And how
the crowd yelled!
Another roar. A mountainous man ap-
preached. The champion. Rough Red Cahoon.
A lowering red gorilla Of o man. More bally-
hoo. Bawled introductions and more bows. The
final instructions from the referee at mid
ring. Robes off,
George was beautiful q 1.-THE young giant.
But the champion was q monster. Mildred
shivered Jim trying TO be heard-"out-
weighs George by fully so pounds" She caught
that.
The gong! They were at it. coolly cropping No
acrobaticS Not now. Not yet. Just that
cautious slow paving. tension. Mildred found
herself on the edge Of her chair. Her breath
was short, her knees shaking.
A sudden roar. Something she couldn't
strength against strength, George seemed to
be twisting that red round head. They drop
ped. JIM beside her, was yelling Now
he had that head firmly within his arm, and
was lying on it.
rough voice yelled, Look out for his legs,
TIM" There was q sudden twist The big legs
were clamped like wise about George, feet
locked, squeezing.
He cracks ribs, that Cahoon!" this was Jim
"Break 1t, George! Break it! Get his toe!"
Another quick movement Cahoon strain
ing those massive legs, caught an arm and
twisted it. George lay still. Mildred was fight
ing to keep her eyes up. She saw Georges
twisted hand slowly turning white.
Now he was moving Slowly. Moving. He
got knee under him. Cahoon strained and
strained. But George was straining, too. Now
he had both knees under him. He seemed
to be rising. Inch by inch. Lifting the clamped
legs and the huge body with him. His arm was
free. The roar of the crowd was a din.
to it. 1t swept you up George, erect, was
whirling Cahoon round and round. The legs
let go. The giant slid under the ropes and
stayed out there until the referee hauled him
back Mildred found herself on her feet
Everybody was up. Jim was shouting hoarsely.
Suddenly, like streak Of light, George dove:
caught Cahoon squarely amidships and drove
him back against the ropes They were all up
ag in Jim was losing his voice.
Cahoon crouched, covering his stomach with
his arms. Kept by the ropes, siding along.
He didn't want that catapult to hit him again.
His face was contorted. George. crouching too,
drew closer. Cahoon sided and backed. George
crouched lower. Was he going to dive again?
Cahoon was almost bent double Jim yelled
with glee: "See him covering up? See the
champ covering up?"
George, with that same amazing QuickneSs,
shot into the air. Fairly sailed. His legs
clamped about the red head. Down they went.
But George had that head. His feet were
locked. Cahoon writhed. Twisted. Threw
himself this way and that Clear across the
ring they houndered. But George hung on
Mildred gave out Sank back in her chair
and weakly covered her face. Nobody noticed
her. Not even this maniac beside her who'd
thought she oughtnt to come.
She pulled her hands slowly down and looked
again just as George broke hold spun around
and dove. This time Cahoon went down with q
crash. But he had enough wit left to wriggle
under the ropes. George was hot after him,
but the referee hauled him of.
Cahoon reeled and caught at the ropes Is he
rose outside. The referee waved him In. But
he took his time A roar Of jeers and catcalls
went up. Catcalls for the champion?
He had TO come in. Still Keeling. Crouching
and covering up George was on him like .
ball from gun. Caught his head, gave It .
wrenching twist. Cahoon staggered and fell
When he finally rose, George snapped that big