The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-14
Today's Sport Parade
 By Henry Mel Lemore
ny Henry NACAGl1OFS United Press Stan Correspondent)

I, to go. My time was highly credit able-16 and 3-10 seconds, Coach Con Jennings caught me in-but it looked like Q telephone number against Ralph'S 9.7. I gave every thing I had, but when I finished Ralph ha dalready gone to the broad jump pit and taken two leaps.
 The race was strictly on the level. It was no gag. Coach Jennings, who made Metcalfe one of the greatest Sprinters in track history, was just as attentive to me at the start as he was to Ralph. In fact, he was more attentive, for sprinting styles have changed @ great deal since l was the fastest human" and I needed advice.
 When I was the Georgia bul- let" races were started by the drop of a handkerchief by @ spectator at the finish line, and the stand up start was the vogue. Old daguerreo- types of my races show me. aSsurn- ing Q stance at the start not unlike that used by John L. Sullivan on defense, and we used to run in over allS. Coach Jennings changed all that.
 He provided me with pair of pants 50 small that if waved as a distress signal they wouldn't attract attention on Broadway and 42nd. And he made radical changes in my start. None of this stand-up business. He crouched me down in the same bunch start" that Met cafe used, and give me sound talk on how to use my arms when l sprang from the pits.
 Logy Legs
 Then he shot the gun. AS re- member I did everything perfectly. I sprang from my holes like . panther on it's prey. At least I thought I did. Later, I was told reSembled traffic cop helping chil- dren across the street, but I don't believe 1t. No traffic cop ever had leg muscles that ache as mine do now. Even if my spring was not quite perfect, certainly there was nothing wrong with the way I handled my arms. I flung them out with all the abandon of Q mother greeting a returning soldier son, and continued to pump them violently up and down until I whipped past the 2o-yard stripe, and they grew numb. My leg action, while 1t last ed, was tremendous. Unfortunately, as I passed the mali way mark I strained Q series of tendons. l didn't mind at the time, however, as the tendon trouble tended to take my mind off my chest, which later collapsed. I also bit my tongue.
 Metcalfe simply is not human. He has steel springs for muscles, bellows for lungs. Otherwise he couldn't possibly come out of those starting holes as he did. Mind you, I left them like 8 panther, but even as I rose from them he passed me "a dark shadow, going like--well, going like hell. I heard the sharp bite of his spikes in the cinders, and I saw him, arms and legs driv- ing like steel things, eat up the yards, ten or more at a stride.
 Ralph Is Ready
 "He just breezed today" Coach Jennings said later. "Just took 1t easy. Some of the critics say he's an old man--past his prime. And that Jesse Owens and Eulace Pea cock will be our chief hopes in the Olympics. No. sir, don't you believe 1t. He's a cinch to take the 200 metres, and it'll take the hottest day Peacock ever had to whip him in the hundred"
 couldn't answer, for they still were working on me with the pull motor. But I believed him.
 Copyright 1936 by United Press)