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Show "r - - - - - fiotch Without an Equal in Wrestling World well to go a little rarthcr and try It again. . In the next village, the Hne-up was even more marked than In the first, and Cannon decided that, inasmuch as he was best catch-as-catch-can, he , would have to do the work. Pierri offered no objections. The fate of Tom Cannon was even more pronounced than had been the downfall of Pierri. The poorest and oldest of tho bunch did the trimming, and that was all there was to It. That evening ag the two grapplers sat reading the Calcutta papers, Pierri Pier-ri remarked that .xboat would sail for London In two days. ' He elected then and there that was his boat "It's mine, too," averred Tom, and they lost no time In shipping for a land where all the neighborhood hadn't turned to grappling. Who knows but sometime and somehow some-how the next champion may come from the Orient? If the Indian grapplers grap-plers handled those two men with such ease, why shouldn't the largest and best be good enough to try for world honors? Still, the Indians, like the Turks, r-.re held back by certain restrictions. The Turk feels that he is being brought on to some sort of slaughter prompted by the political intrigue of the country. The Indian has certain religious principles attached to his I (By Lloyd K. oJnes.) Years ago, when Tom Cannon was the big noise ' In catch-as-catch-can, and Anton.- Pierri. manager of Mah-mout, Mah-mout, was some racket in Graeco-Ro-man, the twain became impressed with the reports coming from. India, and they decided the pasture was new and extremely verdant. Judging by the reports of scant harvests, har-vests, and basing one's views on the pictures of the starved natives, It is oasy to believe that a husky wrestler should be able to get away with about All the plums hanging around the land of the big snake and the elephant ele-phant Accordingly, Cannon and Pierri were soon on their way, ana round no small delight In the anticipation that coursed through their minds. From Calcutta these two grapplers proceeded toward the Interior, where, they were told, the Indian wrestlers were to be found. It-was decided that Pierri should go on and clean up the easier marks, leaving the cream "to Tom. The match was held In a tent, and some twenty grapplers were on hand to try out their skill. It Is the custom, cus-tom, it seems,' to bathe both contestants contest-ants in oil, so skill will count for more than strength. It is arso one of the rules of the native wrestlers that game, and very few of them ever care to go Into the Occident because the honor is an empty thing-It thing-It begins to look as though the man who Is to throw Frank Golch Is not In America, nor yet In Europe unless, un-less, perchance, some big Turk, like the original Youslf, will come out of the dark and carry the belt back with him. Of course, there Is always a better man developing somewhere, no matter what the line may be. Now and then a champion lacks active competU lion throughout his career. . . Maybe there will never be found a man In our time who will be a match for the Iowa man. But if we could see some of these folk who live far from our own habitats, and could size them up, wo might be able to 6hake loose a worthy opponent. wnenever me iace points lowara me sun (even In a bridge) that le a fall. Pierre went on with the oldest and poorest of the group. The best were being saved for tho last. It was soon apparent that Cannon's pal was against the real article, and Pierri finally fin-ally sprawled on tho mat and worked on the defensive. It was no use. The old native had It on him, and the game was soon over. "Is that the best yoM can do?" Inquired In-quired the Indian. Pierri said It was and then a little more. , "Then you might as well turn back," admonished the native, "because I am not even a handful to ome of the men you will encounter up countrl." Still, it wag a long trip to India, and the two white men decided It wet |