Siegmund Klein

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left – The author, the famous SIEGMUND KLEIN of New York City, admires a statue of his ideal, the Farnese Hercules. Sig has rounded out almost a quarter of a century in the Strongman world. -Photo by Lon of New York City

It is eight o’clock and my last pupil just bade me good night. As I walk over to my desk to put out the light, there I see the letter that Gordon Venables has just mailed to me. I re-read it, and Gordon asks, “How about giving us an article on what you think of the twenty-four odd years you have been in bodybuilding? “Sort of a biography with some old pictures, personal experiences and recollections?”

As I read this paragraph, I started to reminisce about it all. How shall I start telling this story? Well, the most frequent question asked me is, “How did you ever get started in this sport?

Unlike many Physical Culture teachers, I am proud to say that I have always been a healthy child and realized at a tender age that I was considerably stronger than my friends. I would delight in testing my strength. At school I partook of the exercises with great delight, and was usually chosen to act as leader in the various sports.

My father was gifted with more than usual strength, and I would like nothing better than to listen to some of the stories he would relate to me. On many occasions, he would lift a 112-pound ring-weight with his little finger from the floor and would place it upon an ordinary table, then return it again to the floor.

I would, oh, on so many occasions, watch my father washing, with his sleeves rolled up, or without his shirt on, and never tire of watching his muscular arms moving during this period.

Then I would go to my room, close the door, and go through the movements, in front of my mirror, same but in vain, my muscles did not look the same. My age at this time was about twelve. Even at so tender an age, I was “muscle-conscious”. I did want to get muscular and strong.

SIEGMUND KLEIN at the age of 16 before he started training with weights.
He is the young chap in the middle. This is his tumbling group;
left is Mike Hitter, right is Yule Sharp.

One day, while a carpenter was fixing our windows – new cords and window pulleys had to be installed. I kept my eyes on the old ones and wondered if the carpenter was going to take the pulley weights along with him. Much to my delight he left them, and these were my first set of iron dumbells. I trained with these weights, going through the various movements I had learned at school with wooden dumbells.

My enthusiasm could not be kept secret and soon some of my friends were invited to exercise with me in my ‘little gymnasium’. Up to this time I did not know that Physical Culture books or magazines were published. At school our physical training teacher took delight in teaching some of the more enthusiastic boys tumbling. Soon a trio, Mike Ritter, Yale Sharp and myself was formed and we would give tumbling exhibitions at school displays and field days. We would attend the vaudeville houses in Cleveland, and would usually see some “hand-balancing” or tumbling acts, then go back to our school gymnasium, which was at Kennard School, and try to do some of the more advanced stunts. I being the strongest of the trio, would be the “bottom macs” or supporter of the other two athletes when such stunts required it.

I was getting stronger and it was not long before I was able to lift Mike, the lightest member, overhead with two arms. As enthusiastic as I was about hand-balancing and tumbling, I felt that this was not exactly what I wanted. My “dumbells,” which I kept exercising with, were getting much too light for me. I did not know of heavier weights at this time. Our trio attended East Technical High School in Cleveland but would go back to Kennard School for our practice periods.

At the age of 20, he was known to all iron men in America. He as the lightest man to ever press over 200 pounds.

At East Tech, I was always happiest when gym period was at hand. Professor Kern, our gym instructor, was indeed a very able teacher. He knew how to inspire and get the most out of the boys. Special classes were formed for those boys that intended to become physical training teachers. The preparatory courses consisted of apparatus work, tumbling, group gymnastics, and how to instruct calisthenics. I was selected for this class as I intended to make physical training my career.

Fate, however, had other plans for me at this time. My older brother who had a bake shop could not get sufficient help, so after school I would work in the bake shop until late in the evening as well as all day Saturdays and Sundays. This of course put an end to my attending the Prof. Kern “after school” gym class. My father thought that this would be best for me. He wanted to send me to a baker’s college after completing high school.

While working for my brother, many opportunities availed themselves to “show off” my strength. When for instance supplies would be delivered to the bakery, I would, to the delight of the truck drivers, help them. For instance, I would take two jelly pails that weighed thirty-five pounds, “muscle-out” the two of them, and walk into the shop. Or lift a sack of flour that weighed one hundred and forty pounds overhead with two hands.

Compare Sig’s arm at 20 years of age with the arm shown in his latest picture. Sig’s picture was first published in the December 1920 “Strength” magazine.

It was about this time that a friend of mine, who knew my interest in strength, showed me a “Physical Culture” Magazine. I was all eyes. I hoped that the magazine would have been published more than once per month. Each month exercises would be illustrated, and I would practice them faithfully. Tommy Faber posed for many of these illustrations, and little did I know at the time that Mr. Faber, who was, as I learned later, a professional “hand-balancer,” never obtained the shapely figure he had from practising those particular exercises.
From time to time Charles Atlas, Earle Liederman, William Waring, and other well-known athletes posed for these articles. In the pages of “Physical Culture” magazine advertisements appeared by such well known Physical Culture teachers, as Lionel Strongfort, Adrian P. Schmidt, “Prof.” W. H. Titus, Earle E. Liederman, and Anthony Barker.

Each of these advertisements showed a picture of the teacher and some featured one or several pupils. Most of them mentioned that for as little as ten cents (some gratis) they would mail you their booklets and therein describe what they had to offer you in detail.

I at once sent for the booklets. This was done without my parents’ knowledge, and when the booklets started to arrive, I was of course questioned about this, and my father was a bit perturbed, telling me that I was “strong enough” without taking any such courses. This was, as you shall read, only the beginning of trouble with me. To take a “course” I was determined.

Reading and re-reading the booklets, I could not make up my mind which course to purchase. Some of the teachers kept their system a secret until purchased, others would show pictures of the apparatus that was sold, with glowing terms of praise and informing you that if you followed this particular course you too could get the development shown.

Sig supporting his training partner, Joe Okin. Klein and Okin
did a professional hand-balancing and lifting routine
in Cleveland in 1922.

In fact, you could become a Sandow. Up to this time I did not know or hear much of Sandow, save that he was reputed to be the “Strongest Man in the World.” I did see a picture of Sandow on a “strength testing machine.” It was his famous column pose. Though this “machine” with Sandow’s picture was quite a distance from our home, I would, whenever the opportunity presented itself, go there. This pose was to me, the greatest, most magnificent display of sheer muscular beauty that I have ever seen. Sandow’s well-shaped head, his handsome face, powerful and muscular arm, his well moulded torso, his capable looking legs, all inspired me to greater heights. Here, I thought, was the athlete that I would pattern myself after.

Knowing that Sandow was a weightlifter, and if Sandow obtained such a fine development by using weights, then I too wanted to train with weights. None of the booklets I read advocated barbell training.
In 1919, an advertisement appeared in “Physical Culture” magazine that attracted my attention. Some pictures of a “Muscular Marvel,” Edward Goodman, of Los Angeles, graced the page on which appeared a notice that subscriptions were being accepted for a little magazine called “STRENGTH,” and that “STRENGTH” was being published again, having discontinued publication during the World War.

I ran to the post office to mail in my subscription. I always thought that my subscription must have been the first one received. After what seemed ages to me, “Strength” magazine finally arrived. I could hardly wait to get the magazine out of the envelope. I read and re-read every page of that little magazine. Here for once, barbells were being advocated for exercise!

A few days later a catalogue arrived with illustrations of the various types of barbells that the MILO BAR BELL COMPANY OF PHILADELPHIA sold. Photographs of strongmen showing their fine development and testimonials by these athletes, mentioning that through the use of barbells they obtained their strength and development.
This was exactly what I had been looking for. The urge to send for barbells was only dampened by what my folks would say or do, if I purchased them, and had them shipped to our home. I did not dare ask for permission, knowing full well how the family felt about my “training.” With determination, off to the post office to mail my money-order. Together with the “information sheet” all filled out, I sent for a One Hundred Pound Barbell set, and instructed the company to ship the weights by freight (so that I would call for the weights at the freight station).
Though I was aware that it would take considerably longer than by express, it was nevertheless the wiser method. Being seventeen years of age at this time, another discouraging thought occurred to me. Would this company accept by order without the consent of my parents? A few days later a letter arrived confirming the order and that my set of barbells would be shipped as per request in a few days.


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