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Meet the "Fighting 69th" Congress. LITERARY DIGEST, March 5, 1927.

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No Show: The Sad Reality of Some Wrestling Funerals

No Show: The Sad Reality of Some Wrestling Funerals

Brian Damage Professional wrestling has often been referred to as a “fraternity” or a small exclusive club. A place where only a very select few who dabble in the business know each other, respect each other (for the most part) and look out for one another. Only those within this club can truly understand the successes and pitfalls that come with making their living in this business. That all…

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1925 c. Heavyweight boxing champ Gene Tunney. From Kenneth McIntyre, FB.

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Rudolph Valentino applying makeup to his stand in during the filming of “Son Of The Sheik”/1926.

His double is Heavyweight Champ Gene Tunney

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A grinning Dwight Eisenhower hears members of National Arts and Sports Committee for the Eisenhower-Nixon Republican ticket sing an "I Like Ike" song for him at the Waldorf Astoria before the general appeared at the annual Alfred E. Smith Memorial Dinner, October 16, 1952.

From left to right back of piano, are: Gene Tunney; Eddie Eagan, Robert Montgomery, Happy Felton (partially hidden), Gen. Eisenhower, Dorothy Fields, Bob Christenberry (partially hidden), Bill Gaxton, and New Hampshire Gov. Sherman Adams. Seated at the piano are Irving Berlin and Helen Hayes.

Photo: Matty Zimmerman for the AP

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"Who says Canada's buffalo are extinct? Here is a scene from Goose Lake, near Wainright, Alta, showing a part of the great herd on the government reserve there. Science is attempting to cross-breed these buffalo with cattle to produce a hard milch-cow for northern climes.

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Another visit from US financiers to Canada's gold mines in Northern Ontario has been made, this time vis aeroplane. Gene Tunney, retired undefeated heavyweight champion of the world, was one of the party of 11, some of whom are shown at top. Col. W. A. Bishop, Canada's war ace, was also member of the party which included a number of prominent shining men. In the group shown at the top are, left to right - D. M. McKeon, New York financier; Col. W. A. Bishop; B. F. Smith, New York, financier; Gene Tunney, David Sloan, Vancouver, managing director of the Plonser mine, P. S. Arguimbau, New York financier; Eddle Dowling, comedian and singer, New York and Paris: and Heard P. Gimpel, of the New York department store bearing his name. In the lower picture at left is a close-up of Tunney, twice conqueror of Jack Dempsy for the world's heavyweight boxing title, now wealthy business man and politician. At right is shown, left to right - J. P. Bickell, president of McIntyre Mines, from whose home in Port Credit, Ontario, the party left; Ed Flynn, prominent New York politician and friend of President Roosevelt, and Hon. Chas. McCrae, Ontario minister of mines. The party bound for McIntyre mines near Timmins, Ontario."

- from the Kingston Whig-Standard. June 26, 1933. Page 10.

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The first issue of Esquire magazine was published circa today in 1933. Included stories by Hemingway, John Dos Passos, Dashiell Hammett, Bobby Jones on golf, Gene Tunney on boxing.

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“Exercise should be regarded as tribute to the heart.” —Gene Tunney. Here are some benefits of working out. Stay fit, Stay Motivated and Work Smart. Healthy employees are more productive.

#mondaymotivation #monday #healthy #mondayvibes #mindbodysoul #stressfree #inspiration #workout #benefits #Inspired #Mind

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Heavyweight boxing champion Gene Tunney, circa 1925

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Today In 1941: Cleveland star pitcher Bob Feller becomes the first major league player to join the Navy after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Former heavyweight boxing champion, now Lt. Comm. Gene Tunney, administers the oath.

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A blast from the past …

Rudolph Valentino applying makeup to his double during the filming of The Son of the Sheik (1926).

The double is Gene Tunney who was a boxer.

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What’s the most fun way to exercise?

Exercise should be regarded as tribute to the heart. – Gene Tunney, pro boxer Exercise is not only good for your health, but also for your mood, energy and creativity. But sometimes, it can feel like a chore or a boring routine. If you’re looking for some fun ways to exercise that don’t involve a gym membership or a treadmill, here are some ideas to spice up your fitness journey: Hiking,…

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1926 The first Jack Dempsey versus Gene Tunney bout was fought in front of 120,557 fans! It was the largest, live, paid attendance ever for a boxing match. From The Jazz Age Vehicle Archive, FB.

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@brothersgrim asked: "... You seem tired." Ol' Deadman is concerned about his..... Friend???

Never had a relationship been so scrutinized before. Examined carefully, twisted and turned underneath a blaring light, dissected into bits and then put back together again in order to discover some sort of break. For there had to have been something wrong, a piece missing. It was the only conclusion that the Hitman could come to after spending so much time thinking everything over. No other answer made sense - dead ends they all were - the true reason as to why Roddy wanted to hurt him so bad. Because, to Hot Rod, more than the Intercontinental belt was on the line. Brotherly competition was out the door right from the get-go. Piper desired to shatter Bret’s heart.

And Bret, for the very life of himself, couldn’t understand why. He loved Roddy. He admired Roddy. Respected the crazed Scottish madman, but that wasn’t good enough. Roddy wouldn’t give him a fair shot until absolutely forced to. Practically resisted until he couldn’t no more; Tunney declared the match for Wrestlemania. But that just made it all so much worse. Hot Rod did all he could in order to hurt the Hitman. All that he could that didn’t require the drawing of blood - public humiliation before crowds of many, berating their shared family in the comfort of backstage privacy, crossing boundaries that he knew not to cross, physical touch upon Bret that wasn’t exactly asked for, that wasn’t exactly done in kindness. Never had Bret meant to upset Roddy. Never did he wish to provoke, but just as he had said before Mean Gene and all the fans, he wanted his belt back, would do whatever it took in order to get it. He would fight any opponent. Even Roddy. 

Wrestlemania well beyond him, several weeks away, still did the anticipation keep the Hitman awake at night. He couldn’t stop thinking about Roddy. He couldn’t keep his dreams free from the words that were said. They all haunted him. A good contest between two worthy adversaries - brotherhood was a ghost. It didn’t matter to Hot Rod that their friendship was falling apart. No care was minded to how awful Bret felt about the whole thing, how he would sit there alone in his dressing room, contemplating the memories. He wasn’t trying to hurt Roddy, but Roddy sure as hell was trying to hurt him. Below the belt and into the soul; none of this mess was clean nor would their upcoming bout be. And that reality made sleep hard to come by. 

Head in his hand and leaning against a lunchroom table, Bret had nearly forgotten where he was until he heard that distinctively soft but gravelly voice. Undertaker in front of him, sharing a table and sitting likewise, albeit, with back completely straight and expression serious, not at all hunched over like the Hitman. It had become their tradition of sorts. They would meet together for lunch. Sometimes silent, sometimes a few words of courtesy spoken, not for very long. Bearer was reluctant to even allow for the occasional rendezvous. Took Bret many, many hours to convince the mortician to allow the Undertaker the freedom, all with strict conditions applied. Undertaker was not permitted to leave the table. Undertaker was not permitted to eat any food that the Hitman might’ve brought to share. Undertaker was allowed only to spend 10 minutes per lunch date. And that time was kept tight like a noose. For always, on the button of 10 minutes, Paul would come charging into the lunchroom, hands on his hips and a command already passing over his fat tongue. Bret would barely have the chance to say goodbye before the Deadman was forced to leave him. But, at least, it was something. 

Not as long as he would’ve hoped for, for their blooming friendship was something that Bret cherished dearly, he wouldn’t risk losing the opportunity. Wouldn’t try to test Bearer’s wrath and rage. He wouldn’t jeopardize the openness that the Undertaker was starting to show. Maybe, one day, the Hitman would be able to learn his real name. Would be able to open up for him, too, in all the ways that he never had before. It would be nice for them both. 

Groaning, resisting the urge to fall asleep right there at the table, eyes squeezed shut for a moment, Bret offered the Undertaker a small smile in response. Made sure to push away his ketchup covered hot dog before he fell into it, nose first and snores bound to escape. 

“I’m okay, Taker. Just had a rough night is all.” Bret replied, groggily, more of a mumble than actual proud declaration. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be alright.”

Gentle fingertips upon yellow plastic, maybe in an effort to pivot the conversation a bit, the Hitman pushed forward a bag of unopened Lay’s chips, lightly salted. An additional snack to eat alongside the hot dog lunch, the soda all his and cherry, Undertaker hadn’t had anything to eat in days. Least, not in front of Bret. Rumors swirled that Bearer had him on an interesting diet. Meals that didn’t taste good but would provide substance - miserable choices. Part of Bret didn’t believe that much, however. He would swear on his life that he’d never seen the Deadman take a bite out of anything. Was afraid that his friend was being starved; he would make the offer despite the warning not to feed him. It was merely a sack of chips. Bret would hold onto such a secret with honor. Bearer wouldn’t know. 

Tapping the bag with firm nod of the head, he said, “here. You can have this. I won’t eat it. Y’know, I’m not really that hungry. If you want it, you can have it.”

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