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Sandow, then a youth without reputation, accepted the challenge, went upon the stage, defeated him, and, since Samson's act had been the talk of the town, thus brought himself into instant notice, the beginning of a career in which he rose to the top of his profession.
Bodily strength has won the admiration I might almost say, the worship of mankind from the days of Hercules and his ten mythical labors, to the days of Sandow with his scores of actual achievements. Each generation has produced its quota of strongmen, but almost all of them have resorted to some sort of artifice or subterfuge in order to appear superhumanly strong.
After several successful years on the stage, Sandow settled down in London, where I last heard of him as conducting a school of instruction in health and strength methods. I remember these ladies particularly because both were remarkably good talkers and I am referring to conversational quality, not to volume.
The table rose 'three or four feet, at highest, and remained in air 'from two to three minutes. It rose so high that 'all could see Karr, and see also that no one's legs moved. M. Karr was not a little annoyed; but, as 'Sandow could not have lifted the table evenly, even if allowed to put his hands beneath it, and as Home, at one side, had his hands above it, clearly Home did not lift it.
Now here's the proposition. Lots of tickets sold, an' they'll be a big crowd Saturday night. At the last moment, so as not to disappoint 'em, they'll spring me to take Montana's place. I 'm the dark horse. Nobody knows me not even Young Sandow. He's come up since my time. I'll be a rube fighter. I can fight as Horse Roberts. "Now, wait a minute.
"Right well done, noble Sand Crab," commented the smiling Queen. "And thou, O Sandow?" "I do all the strong-arm work required in the palace," said Dick, doubling up his little fist, and trying to make it look large and powerful. "Now, thee, my fair lady-in-waiting, what dost thou do in this, my court?"
Once he had noticed an advertising poster of a well known star referred to as a "man's man," wearing a shirt open at the neck, sleeves rolled to the elbows, riding trousers and shiny leather puttees, endeavoring desperately to appear like a combination of Sandow and a Northwest Mounted Police officer.
The Sand Piper wore his sash jauntily with a huge shoulder knot, and he, too, had a cockaded headgear. Marjorie, as Queen Sandy, wore her trailing court robe and a crown of yellow paper with red stars on it. She had a sceptre, and Sandow carried the flag. The Sand Piper marched ahead, playing on a tuneful instrument known as a kazoo.
Next came the Grand Sandjandrum, then the Queen, then the Sand Crab, and finally, Sandow with the flag. Slowly and with great dignity the procession filed out toward the palace. King was playing the Star Spangled Banner, or thought he was. It sounded almost as much like Hail Columbia, but it didn't really matter, and they're both difficult tunes, anyway.
Sandow gives an excellent exposition of the so-called "checkerboard" arrangement of the muscular fibers of the lower thoracic and abdominal regions, and in a brilliant light demonstrates his extraordinary power over his muscles, contracting muscles ordinarily involuntary in time with music, a feat really more remarkable than his exhibition of strength.
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