MAMOS IN TROUBLE

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 305, 26 December 1936, Page 4

MAMOS IN TROUBLE

HARD BOUT ON RAND JIM LONDOS TOO GOOD TIGERMAN’S “ROUGH STUFF” NULLIFIED. An interesting story comes to Nei Zealand, through the medium of th Rand Daily Mail (Johannesburg), re garding a wrestling bout between Jir Londos and Harry ("Tigerman” Mamos. It was a one-sided affair i which “Tigerman” might have been kitten for all he was worth against grappler who has been several time world champion. Here is the story :- t Harry Mamos, the 190 poun Tigerman,” spent a very disconsolat night at the Wanderers on a Saturda recently, for in addition to the dis comforts of the raw and wintry at mosphere, he experienced some of th most inconsiderate treatment that anwrestler has ever received at the hand of a fellow grappler on the Rand. It was such an unpleasant nigh after the heavy showers of the after noon that there was only one thin; that could have brought the 3001 spectators out of doors, and that wa; Jim Londos, several times winner o the world heavyweight championshit and holder of the biggest wrestlin' reputation ever brought to Soutl Africa.

It was just as well that they dii not come chiefly to see Harry Mamos as very little was seen of this gentle man most of the evening, except ot the few occasions when he crawlei into view from underneath Londos and in any case by 10 o’clock he wa: fast asleep after two hectic aeroplani spins that ended in nose-dives to thi mat. Harry Mamos had promised thi " r * ters a l ew days previous!) that he was going to treat Londo: very rough.” Yet he can hardly bi blamed for not carrying out thi: threat. For, after all, how can a mar be expected to be rough when he ii upside down or being tossed on to hb nose most of the time? His best round against Londos wa: the first, but even here he disturbs the sturdy and heavily sinewed Lon dos about as successfully as a boy attacking a battleship with a pea shooter. Londos pulled him off the ropes anc buried him under a body-press, bu presently Mamos squeezed his way ou like the toothpaste from a tube anc oozed to the outside of the ropes Then Londos introduced the “Rock o Gibraltar.” That is to say, he gave Mamos his head and spread his feel so that Mamos, in trying to throw hitr to the mat, found it as easy as tossing a pillar box. The pillar box wouldn’t have budged. Londos didn’t either!

Manios in Trouble. Then came round two, and Londm proceeded to exhibit some of lhe holds that had made him world champion so that it wasn’t long before Mamos' brow became as corrugated as the Mam Reef Road in the old days, while his eyes began popping in and out like the stops of an organ. Londos fashioned him like plasticine and transformed him into all kinds ot different shapes and' spectacles. Starting off with a Jack Knife and deevloping the cradle hold and vantions of the Boston Crab, Londos twisted him up so much that he could k Ur ; f : lled Atrica with a Year of belt buckles. Then he altered the shape of Mamos so that he resembled a deckchair—very much folded up Referee W. Corner kept asking Mamos if he would even enjoy swallowing knives and forks and razor blades; and Mamos just gave the furrows on his brow an extra shake -nd his rolling eyes an extra roll and conveyed the impression that he would stay down for more. Londos duly obliged by clamping on the short-arm scissors and rolling his marvround the mat like a cart wheel. Up to then Mamos hadn't shown any nasty signs of resentment; but he became very angry after he had at last got up and Londos proceeded to stroke his nose the wrong way That sort of rought stuff wasn’t in the rules, so he appealed to the referee and then put the splits on Londos and a little later used his elbow in the

Manios in More Trouble. Earl Y 1,1 the third round Mamos ? g m Un . d I hat Was about as eas -V 1 . e ?. d ? ck Londos as to throw Hospital Hill down Twist Street, and then Londos got busy again and for some minutes Mamos was tossed about like a marble in a soda-water bottle. By that time the promoters wdre getting worried about the state of the mat, as Londos was threatening to make holes in it with Mamos at any moment. And the public too were getting impatient to see the "kill,” as Londos had done enough to his ’man to signify that he had signed the execution warrant. That "kill” duly came in the fourth round, when he seized two handfuls of Mamos’ wrinkles and tossed these and Mamos around the ring like a careless kitchen boy handling crockery. Then he picked him up and swished him round in an aeroplane spin, before crashing him on to the mat for the first fall.

Mamos sat on the mat during the interval and he was still groggily checking up the inventory of his belongings to see whether he was all there when the fifth round began. His seconds lifted him up and pushed him towards Londos,. who just pancaked him around the mat for a bit and then took him for another ride in an aeroplane spin. After that Mamos’ seconds started looking for the pieces.