The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-11-27
Up and
DOUn
the Street

Our interest in the grade
SCHOOL, playground last year
was wholehearted, but purely
academic. Not so this year. W.
have a first grader and that
changes our entire viewpoint.
Twice a day We ed scrapes mud
from a gooey siX-year-old, and
our thoughts concerning the
powers that be in School Dist
riot 17H are far from kind at
such moments. Not only are his
overshoes and overall covered
the mud apparently goes over
the top of four-buckle galoshes.
We figured he must be more
than a little careless, even
though we knew that careless
or no, there must be a sea of
mire somewhere or he simply
couldn't accumulate so much
muck. So we went over and
took a look around.
All we can say is this: A
couple of weeks ago our foot
ball field got called a COW past
ure. It's a good thing editors
and others in surrounding
towns can't see that play
ground. 1t looks like nothing so
much as a hog pen.
Even if the sad powers that
be have no sympathy for
mothers who have to cope with
the mud, we'd think their civic
pride would be touched. After
all, that playground is on the
highway!
We've wanted to air our OPP
inionS on professional wrestling
for some time Every time we go
to a match, which isn't too
often nowadays, we are fairly
bursting with comment, and
we have searched the columns
of the metropolitan dailies ner-
odically without ever coming
across exactly the type of OPP
inion we would have expected
of city paper sportswriters
We figure that many of our
readers aren't much interested
in wrestling, and that those
who are will consider the view
point of a female worth less
than nothing, but the tempta-
ton is too great. We've simply
got to do it.
We visit the area to view
the boys who are paid for the
grunt and groan act purely for
laughs. We've seen a few
matches that were really on
the up and up-but not many,
we hasten to add-and they
weren't funny. Somebody al
ways got hurt-and quite bad
ly in couple of instances. The
usual match, however, de-
ponds on the showmanship of
the muscle boys and the wrest-
ling crowd.
We usually spot the william of
the piece and the lad who is
destined to be declared the los
er fairly early in the game, I'M
less the promoter crosses us up
and let's the bad boy win one
to create more intense interest
for the return match. We've
seen all sorts of concealed, and
supposedly lethal, weapons ap-
pear from the trunks of the
low characters who draw the
boos of the crowds. We've seen
all sorts of unorthodox and
probably illegal holds, including
the snappy little number in
which the hero of the piece
somehow gets his neck (or some
other portion of his anatomy
between the ropes and his on
ponent puts on what looks like
agonizing pressure.
We've little sympathy for any
of the boys, even though they
look like they are getting the
most exquisite torture. Time
was when we screamed with
the rest land wrestling crowds
do get excited). Then one day,
as We watched closely, we saw
a large hunk of pork stagger
back protesting to the heavens
over a blow that missed him
by a quarter of an inch. It
looked like the real thing from
most angles-we just happened
to be sitting in the right place.
After that we began observing
more closely and we saw how
little pressure was actually be-
ing applied and how easy some
of the holds would have been
for the big bows to break.
Don't misunderstood us-we're
not saying we could do IT'D
So now we 60 for laughs
sometimes we really get
them. We have yet to see any
thing to equal a match some
years ago in Lincoln, Nebraska,
On that score. In that one, the