The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-02-17
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To-Day's Sport
 P ra d e
By HENRY McLEMoRE

United Press Stan Correspondent)
 Lake Placid, N. r., Feb IT, (UP)-The little city of Lake Placid has seen some strange things in its day, including the winter outfits worn by some of the sports writers covering the Olym- pics, but 1t will see the strangest sight of them all if Paul Stevens, maddest of the mad, mad Stevens boys, lives up to his word to-day. While quaffing great beakers of orange juice in a local club the other night Paul announced his intention of competing in the North American two-man bobsled championships scheduled for to- day.
 Who" asked someone who knew of Mister Stevens magnifi- cent disregard for his health, "who are you going to get to ride with you?
 "My bear. my great big black bear" answered Mister Stevens as he blew the foam off his beaker of orange juice. My present plans call for me to drive and Tobias that's my bears name-to ride along as ballast and brakeman" When the laughter had subsided into g. soft whop, Paul continued:
 Yep, I figure we'll win without any trouble. You know weight is what counts in a bobsled race, and me and Tobias will pack plenty of that. I weigh around 250, I guess, and Toias, despite his re- fusal to eat since he went into I~li li~ To- Rrr ures to weigh in the neighborhood of 500."
 Someone asked Paul if Tobias had enough sense to brake. Has Tobias got enough sense to brake? Listen, that bears nine years old and is simply overloaded with brains.
 He's been doing the heavy work around the house for four years now, and the only thing he's broken was a piano he was moving from the cellar to the attic. But even If he wasn't smart, he'd be quite all right as brakeman. For after all, who wants the brakes on when they're trying to get some where in a hurry? Besides, brak ing isn't safe, when you are travel ing 75 or 80 miles an hour. It's bad business to have somebody monkeying with the brakes, it isn't | the speed that kills you, it's the stopping"
 Paul was asked where he got | Tobias, stretched out in front of his owner like a big rug, waking up only occasionally for swig of | orange juice.
 q got Tobias" Paul said, while on a hunting trip up in the moun- tains. I saw him standing over in ! some bushes and when he didn't come to me when I called, I went and got him. Oh yes, he put up a pretty swell fight but he was a little shaver or only 250 or 300 pounds then and l soon wore him down. He was a sucker for left hook, and after a half dozen in the pantry was ready to quit. Since then he has learned a lot about boxing and can hold his own pret- ty we'll now"
 Paul and Tobias moved over to another table.
 DO you think he'll really come
 down with Tobias?" a man who
 had known him for long time
 was asked.
 If they'll let him." was the
 reply Paul cares just about as
 much for his life as you do for
 yesterdays weather report. He's
 been risking his neck for long
 time now. He drove . racing auto-
 mobile for fourteen years and when that grew too tame took up flying, transforming all over the country. | He was the first man to fly the 1 mail to Bermuda. When outside. inside and inside-out loops palled on him he came back home and
 started bobsledding.
 He's the No. 3 man, you know, on Henry Homburger's team. the one that holds the worlds record for the Mt Van Hoevenberg run. So don't be surprised if you read where a new record for two-man bob was established by Paul and Tobias Stevens, the latter a bear, on sleds.