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 reef-knot 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 you? You had him cold!" "Well," said the little man, "it's like this. In the middle of that mixup, I suddenly saw a big toe right before my eyes. I bit it, thinking it j was his—and found it was my own!"
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King Country Chronicle, Volume XXIX, Issue 4752, 28 September 1935, Page 6
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