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ADDUCTORS I HAVE MET
gravity, pelvis, chest, shoulders and head.
Now here's what you do. First, feel your total weight correctly lined up over the middle of the arch, and equally distributed over three points of your feet — under the big toe, under the little toe, and in the center of the heel. Sort of a three point landing.
Then adduct those muscles in the buttocks and thigh. Pinch them tO' gether — and watch the way your legs straighten and your hips get narrower.
Then lift your chest slightly, on a high contraction, suck in your tummy, and pull up. That's awfully important. Suck in — and pull up!
Now pinch your shoulder blades together. No, no, not that hard! Just till they feel comfortably flat and you can breathe better.
And now for your head. Don't
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just hold it up. Pull it back! Pull it back from the base of the neck. The Javanese and certain others of the species can move the head back and forth from the base of the neck, from left to right and vice-versa! Surely you can accomplish the simple corrective of pulling it back in line with your straight shoulders.
And now, neatly stacked, you should be able to drop a plumb line smack from your ears to your ankle bones, passing directly across your shoulder, center-side of your knee, and center-side of your hip. You can't do it, though, unless those key muscles in four places of your backside are working. And if they are, you'll probably be rid of those round shoulders, that bulging middle, those bow legs. You may have congenital defects, but I doubt it. Most of the bad figures aren't bom — they're made. So are the good ones — and by better people.
A family with a summer cottage in a Wisconsin wilderness habitually paid the requested price of 50 cents to an Indian for a milk pail brimful of blueberries. But one day last summer he suddenly grunted in protest and upped the price to a dollar.
"Why?" they asked in amazement.
"Hell of a big war some place," was his laconic reply.
—from "Houn Dog."
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
— James Russell Lowell.
A colored preacher was trying to explain the fury of Hades to his congregation.
"You all has seen molten iron runnin' out from a furnace, ain't you?" he asked.
The congregation said it had.
"Well," the preacher continued, "dey uses dat stuff fo' ice cream in de place I'm talking 'bout."
A man from the mountains came up to the post office riding a mule.
"How much for the mule," asked a native.
"An even $100," said the man.
"I'll give you $5," said the native.
The rider dismounted saying: "Stranger, the mule's yourn. I ain't a-gonna let .S95 stand between rae and a mule trade."