Imperial Valley press., 1935-05-04


Nations council at City Limits are
ma last night and before the eve
ning'S program was completed the
sizzling war threat which tends to
throw Europe once more into the
arms of Mars was transferred right
into our own Imperial Valley. 1t
was Mexico against Ireland; Hun
gary against California and Greece
against India and what a mess it
turned out to be, somewhat like Ed
Wynn's much advertised aunt.
Pat Fraley of Ireland and Vim
cent Lopez, Mexican champ, were
booked to furnish the main fra
cas- Of the evening and while their
set-to was good it paled into in
significance when compared to the
red hot semi-final between Sander
Szabo and Ted Christy But, more
of that later.
Fraley and Lopez, rematched fol-
lowing their preliminary here last
week which ended in a draw, came
out for the main go last night
ready and willing to take up the
quarrel where it was dropped last
Friday. They started in at each
other in orthodox fashion with the
usual knee jabs to the anatomy
predominating.
Twice they took to the ropes,
Lopez getting Pats head between
the two top strands applying the
pressure until Fraley's tongue near
ly came out by the roots. In re-
taliation, Pat snagged the MeXi-
can on the ropes, pushed him
through and caught him by the
foot with the ropes tangled about
the leg and left him hanging there,
head down, much like a trussed
turkey awaiting plucking. Having
done this satisfactorily the Irish
gladiator strobe away nonchalant-
ly and left Cincent to extricate
himself by his own devices.
The first fall went to Lopez af-
ter % minutes of effort. An elbow
wallop knocked Fraley to the floor
and Lopez dropped him to pin his
shoulders to the mat.
Mexican Dropped
After the rest period Fraley came
out of his corner like the wild bull
of BaShan, got a leg scissors and
toe twist on Lopez and applied the
power until the MeXican's grunts
and groans became SO weak that
referee Bill Tacket decided he had
enough and gave the honorS to
Pat. 1t took just four minutes to
turn the trick.
The third and deciding fall, won
by Lopez, was even quicker in COM
ing. Just two minutes after the
third round" had opened, another
elbow jab caught Pat where it did
the most good and the Irish grap-
pier went down and it was but a
matter of form for Vincent to
squat on him and finish the nights
entertainment.
And now, for the semi-final.
Here was a match to please the
gods on high-that is the gods of
war and violence, not the dieties
who preside over the ancient and
honorable sport of wrestling 1t was
billed as a as minute limit match
between Ted Christy, Los Angeles,
and Sander Szabo, the handsome
Magyar. An important item to be
noted in connection with this
match is that John Contos, match
maker, started to referee the match
concerning which effort more
words are to be said.
From the start it was a battle
royal Christy got in a couple of
wallops that pleased neither his
opponent nor the referee. When
cautioned concerning his tactics,
Ted walloped Sir Contos on the
schnozzle and knocked him flatter
than last months pay check after
the creditors had gathered for the
kill
Following this gentle reminder to
Johnnie that he mind his own af-
fairs and stick to his job of ref
ereeing, the lid was pried off and
for two minutes both Christy and
Szabo, whose ancestral instincts
were by now fully aroused and who
thought he was needing the an
cient call to combat the Turks and
other enemies of the fatherland.
flung aside whatever vestigeS of
wrestling still remain i'm the rnod-