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Evening Star, Issue 22148, 1 October 1935, Page 13

The wrestling match ‘ was in full swing, and the small man was slinging his much bigger opponent all over the floor. Then came a mix-up in the middle of the ring, and each man seemed determined to make a reefknot of the other. Suddenly there was a, yell and the little man disentangled himself and jumped clean out of the ring. His manager rushed up to him and said: “ What the dickens was the matter with yon? You had him cold!” “ Well, said the little man, “ it’s like this. In the middle of that mix-up, I suddenly saw a big toe right before iny eyes. I bit it, thinking it was his—and found it was ray own!”