In a wrestling ring in Atlanta, Joseph Stecher, world's heavyweight champion, pursued an old man. Every now and again he would leap in air, waving his legs legs so prehensile that whenever Stecher wraps them around a wrestler's stomach, the wrestler falls down in agony. The old man, bent nearly double, seemed tired; he staggered when he dodged the python legs. His head hung forward on his neck, but that neck was nearly as big as the head itself, for the old man was Stanislaus Zbyszko, aging Polish wrestler, But what was this ?...
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