Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Tuesday, 2nd May 2017
Founded in Paris in 1900, the Cercle Hoche was an exclusive fencing and athletic club whose amenities included a luxurious bathroom, a billiard room, a courtyard garden and a restaurant. On the 27th of May, 1908, the club hosted an all-women fencing tournament. Among the competitors was Marguerite Vigny, who went by the professional name of “Miss Sanderson”.
Marguerite Vigny narrowly lost her bout in this tournament, as her opponent – Mme. Rouviere, seen standing centre, above – gained six “touches” to Vigny’s five.
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Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Friday, 5th May 2017
From the Shipley Times and Express of 23 February, 1906:
An exciting, though impromptu, jiu-jitsu contest was witnessed in the early the hours of Monday morning at Snow Hill Police Station. Two constables had arrested a well-dressed, powerfully-built man of about forty years of age at Alderegate Street at quarter past two, on a charge of disorderly conduct. With considerable difficulty the constables got their prisoner, who described himself as Arthur Leonard Paget, merchant, and gave an address in Clerkenwell — to the police station.
There he was released for moment, while the charge against him was being taken down. Suddenly throwing off his silk hat and two coats, he challenged any single policeman present to put him in the dock. Several of tha officers, as it happened, had learned jiu-iitsu from a Japanese expert, and, well aware the helplessness of an ordinary wrestler against jiu-jitsu methods, they smilingly accepted the challenge.
One of them stepped forward, and before he could get hold he found himself lying on the floor. When he had made another essay with similar results, he realised that his opponent knew more about jiu-jitsu than he did. A second policeman advanced the attack, but the formidable unknown threw him as easily as the other man.
Then three or four constables together rushed in, and a desperate struggle followed. Even against such odds Paget’s great strength and scientific skill enabled him for long time to hold his own. One after another the policemen want down, but they came on again. At length they tired out and threw their antagonist, who was then locked in a cell and left to cool down.
Speculation in the Force as to whether or not they had arrested Mr. Hackenschmidt was set at rest later as the prisoner, who assured an inquisitive officer that his description of himself was correct, and added that he used to be an Army drill instructor.
Taken before the Guildhall magistrates subsequently, Paget admitted that he was under the influence of drink, but urged that the unreasonable conduct of the constables in interfering with him at the outset had caused him to lose his temper. He was fined £5 and costs for being disorderly and assaulting the police.
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Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Saturday, 6th May 2017
Walking-stick sparring in the Bartitsu/Vigny style, as practiced in Santiago, Chile. Note the tactical shifts between the double-handed, rear and front guards:
Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Saturday, 6th May 2017
Here’s a full video record of Dr. Emelyne Godfrey’s recent presentation on Bartitsu and suffragette jiujitsu, delivered for the Martial Arts Studies Research Network. The presentation is followed by a question and answer session, beginning at about 32 minutes into the video.
Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Wednesday, 10th May 2017
Burglaries in Paris and the provinces, wherein the revolver and the knife, as a rule, play an important role, are becoming more and more frequent. The police seem powerless, and the attacked citizens, paralysed by fear, do not make use of the weapons at their disposal, with the result that the ghastly list of murdered persons has been swelling of late to an alarming extent.
But help has come from an unexpected quarter. The Apache has encountered a formidable foe, on whom he never reckoned, and that foe is woman. Under normal conditions, a woman shudders at the thought of shedding blood, but when she once decides to kill, her hand does not tremble.
We have had many instances of that of late. A young woman was married to a scoundrel who wanted to force her to get her living in the streets, whereupon she left him and went back to her mother. A month ago the fellow burst into the room where the two women were dining, and with horrible threats called upon his wife to return to him. Before he had time to strike her, he fell to the ground with the carving knife buried in his throat. She informed the jury that if she deserved punishment it was for not having performed the deed sooner and the twelve gentlemen evidently agreed with her, for she was at once acquitted.
The Modern Amazons
Last week a girl distinguished herself in a similar manner. She was nursing her sick sister and waiting her father’s return, when two men attempted to break the shutters of the lonely cottage. In an instant she had seized her father’s rifle, and lodged a bullet in one of the burglars’ heads. There was no necessity to fire a second shot. Number one was “out of business” as the Americans say and the other had fled. She then resumed her sewing, as if nothing had occurred. Her name is Mlle. Brazy, and if she were placed at the head of a company of Amazons, I feel certain the Paris streets would be safer at night than they are at present.
Our policemen appear to be always in doubt as to when they may or may not use their revolvers, and whilst they are weighing the matter, the psychological moment has passed. Women do not trouble about the subtleties ot the law. If they are threatened they strike, if they are struck they kill. They are doing good work as long as they continue to aim their shots at the enemies of Society.
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Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Thursday, 11th May 2017
Come learn the martial art made famous by Sherlock Holmes when he fought with his nemesis Prof. Moriarty at the top of Reichenbach Falls. Prof. Reed spent many years tracking down and apprehending miscreants who violated the law. Now in retirement he brings his experience in antagonistics, fisticuffs and preventing mayhem to ladies and gentlemen who may find themselves in need of such training when waylaid by hooligans upon the highways and byways.
The class is scheduled for 2 PM on Saturday June 3rd on the lawn of the historic courthouse in Bloomington, IL. For more information about all the events of the three day festival (June 2 to 4, 2017) see http://www.cogsandcorsetsil.com.
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Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Friday, 12th May 2017
From the Morning Post of 23 August, 1901:
Yesterday afternoon Mr. Barton-Wright gave a private exhibition of Bartitsu, his system of self-defence, which, though mainly founded on Japanese methods, is not exclusively confined to them. The inventor, who opened the proceedings with short explanatory speech, claims that his system combines all that is best in East or West. It is based on strictly anatomical and mechanical principles, and enables five stone of knowledge to throw twenty stone of ignorance out of the window with less apparent exertion than normally attends the pulling up of a blind.
The legs play an even more prominent part than the arms and several English principles are set at defiance. Our styles of wrestling are too conventional, too detached from life. A man who is down on three points, so far from being defeated, occupies a strong defensive and offensive position. Really, the fun has just began. Our “Don’t kick man when he is down,” should, in fact, be revised, and should read, “Keep clear of man when he is down, or he may kick you.”
The two best Japanese light-weights were in attendance, and gave a startling exhibition of their art. Not all was quite novel. Mr. Kawakami has familiarised us with some of the throws, and there were other grips and similar devices which it part of constable’s business to master. But there was an abundance of novelty.
First, the combatants, wearing bicycling skirts and barefooted, gave an exposition the various kinds of catches. It did not seem to matter where the one caught hold of the other, he was invariably thrown off and down with violence to the resonant floor. Did grasp his adversary by the hair? The adversary, with a toss of the head, jerked him over his shoulder as if he had been raindrop.
Next came the throws, not the whole three hundred of them, but just a few samples. They included some very quiet and effective means of settling your man, which might be useful to girls anxious to rid themselves of an ill-waltzing partner. Others were much more terrific and wholly unsuitable to the ball-room.
Then came some mere feats of strength. Previous invitations to test the genuineness of the display had been disregarded, but the audience had now conquered its first feeling of shyness, and there was no trouble making up a small party to stand on the exponent’s chest and otherwise prevent him from rising from the ground. He rose all the same. Then a portly gentleman vainly tried to keep him down by sitting on his head. Anon another heavy-weight pressed a long pole against his neck, much as Mr. Punch endeavours to shore up his dead, only harder. In five seconds the heavy-weight was in full retreat.
And many other strange spectacles were seen, which may not be so much as enumerated. It will readily be surmised that, in so resourceful a system, one is not accounted beaten till one gives in, the sign of surrender being smack on any part of his victor’s anatomy that happens to be handy. The display will on Monday take its place in the regular bill, of which it is certain to prove an extremely popular item.
Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Wednesday, 17th May 2017
During early 1902, the instructors of the Bartitsu School of Arms and Physical Culture hit the road for a series of touring martial arts exhibitions in Oxford, Cambridge and Nottingham. This recently-discovered report from the Sporting Life of 15 February, 1902 confirms a fourth venue – the gymnasium of the historic Shorncliffe Army Camp near Cheriton, Kent.
Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Thursday, 18th May 2017
This detailed interview with Taro Miyake was published in the Sunday Times of September 3, 1905. Miyake, who rose to fame by defeating former Bartitsu Club instructor Yukio Tani in a London challenge match during September, 1904, subsequently joined forces with Tani in opening the Japanese School of Jujutsu in Oxford Street and in producing the “Game of Jujutsu” textbook in 1906.
Though largely a catalogue of Miyake’s various successes and accolades as a martial artist, the article is also notable for naming three of Miyake’s own instructors – Tanabe, Uyemura and Handa. Miyake’s association with Mataemon Tanabe and with Yataro Handa is significant to Bartitsu studies because both Yukio Tani and Sadakazu Uyenishi are likewise associated with these sensei, whose unusual newaza (mat-grappling) techniques helped define the eclectic “British jiujitsu” of the very early 20th century.
How would you like to get up at four o’clock on a bitterly cold January morning, and wrestle for two or three hours with no covering but a thin, loose tunic and knee breeches, when the wrestling mats are frozen hard, and the garments you wear are quite stiff with frost? (asked Tarro Myaki of a London journalist).
Yet that is what we ju-jitsu wrestlers do in Japan — at least, those of us who are very keen, and are anxious to harden our bodies and to practise endurance. Very often after such a morning I have been so sore and chafed that the clothes I wore made me smart all over. But I have turned out again next morning, all the same, until my skin got hard enough to withstand the cuts and scrapes of the hard mats.
Although, like all Japanese boys, I was in a way familiar with ju-jitsu — for is it not as much a part of our national schooling as your football, cricket, and other games? — yet it was not till I was eighteen years old that I took it up in so keen and determined a spirit as to lead me eventually to become the champion of my country. This was principally because I had other things to do, and did not have the time to devote to my favorite sport till I reached that age.
When I did begin, however, I made up for lost time. I entered upon my apprenticeship, so to speak, to the art of self defence with the fixed determination to reach the top of the tree, and with this end in view I concentrated all my attention upon learning the tricks of throw and lock which were shown me, and making myself more proficient at them than those who taught me. That I was successful in my endeavors you may guess, when I tell you that at the end of a year and a half I went in for and won my first contest.
This first success set the final spark to my enthusiasm, and two or three subsequent defeats in minor matches, such as every beginner must suffer, fanned it into a flame. My improvement during the nine months which followed was so rapid that about that time I obtained my first position as instructor.
Above: Taro Miyake and Takisaburo Tobari demonstrate a series of formal waza (techniques) for the Pathe film camera in Paris (1912).
Until I was twenty-one, and apart from my duties as instructor, I studied ju-jitsu under one of our most famous teachers, Tanabe, and, although I was still very young, he entrusted me with all the secrets of his school, for in Japan, there are distinctive “schools” of ju-jitsu, just as you have distinctive ‘schools’ of art. Each school has some special little tricks and secrets of its own, which are only fully disclosed to its pupils when they reach a certain proficiency, or years of discretion.
When I was twenty-one, I was appointed instructor to the police at Kioto, and during the time I was there I still went on learning, studying at that time in the great Uyemura School. Here, again, I proved my self so proficient that I learnt their secrets before I moved on to Osaka to teach the police there. At Osaka I worked under another great teacher, Handa, and in this way I mastered the secrets of three distinct schools of ju-jitsu.
During, and subsequent to this time I went in for numerous contests, and I am probably more proud at being able to tell you that I have never been beaten in any important match than your English gentlemen are of winning the Derby.
It was in Osaka, last May, that I went through the most trying contests I have ever taken part in, and achieved the greatest success of my career by beating all who opposed me. For this an unusual honor was paid me in the shape of a gold medal, which was presented to me by the Crown Prince of Japan. I have also received a sword of honor from Prince Komatsu, the President of the Butokukai — our national society for the encouragement of ju-jitsu, fencing, and other sports.
What I am specially proud of, however, is that at the age of twenty-two I was admitted to the fifth degree in ju-jitsu. This is rarely attained before the age of thirty five, and then is conferred more as an honorable recognition of a closing career than as the reward of real proficiency.
Now I suppose you will want to know something about my training. Well, that is soon told. My only training has been hard work. We Japanese athletes pay no attention to diet, but just eat and drink and smoke like everyone else. But those of us who are specially keen go through trials of endurance which the others will not face.
What sort of condition I am in you may judge from the fact that from ten o’clock in the morning, when I commence giving lessons in the Japanese school of Ju-jitsu, which Yukio Tani and I have founded in London at 305 Oxford-street, till eleven o’clock in the evening, when I finish my last bout on the stage, I am practically wrestling all day!
All my efforts now are centred upon trying to make ju-jitsu champions out of other people, but, although you Englishmen are eminently suited to become experts, it is difficult to get you to take it seriously. You take it up as an amusement and an exercise, but you do not persevere and stick to it till you become expert. Englishwomen, I think, are far quicker to learn it than the men. I have more than one lady pupil who is very expert, indeed, and I should be sorry for anyone who attacked them now.
I find hard work agrees with me, and I have an excellent appetite. I conform to your ways now that I am in England — which is a country I like very much indeed — by eating English food at English times. That is to say, I have breakfast, lunch, tea, and dinner, all of them at regular times except the last, which is what you call a ‘movable’ feast’ with me. I have it whenever I am hungry.
There is one thing which everyone over here seems very much surprised at. I have never had a cold bath in my life. We don’t go in for cold baths in Japan. If we bathe in the open air it is in the Summer time, when the sea or the river is quite warm. I have several warm baths a day— whenever I have finished practice. If I took a cold bath I should catch cold at once, and get out of trim.
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Originally published on the Bartitsu.org site on Friday, 19th May 2017
The following poetic tribute to the skill of jiujitsuka Taro Miyake was first published in Punch Magazine of June 7, 1905. Miyake’s name was frequently rendered as “Tarro Myake” by Edwardian journalists.
THE BALLAD OF TARRO MYAKE
(After Tennyson’s “Ballad of Oriana.”)
You challenged one and all to fight, TARRO MYAKE ; I took your challenge up one night, TARRO MYAKE ; They advertised it left and right, Thousands appeared to see the sight, TARRO MYAKE ; My prospects were considered bright, TARRO MYAKE.
A model I of manly grace, TARRO MYAKE ; Yours seemed a pretty hopeless case, TARRO MYAKE. Awhile we danced around the place, Then closed and struggled for a space, TARRO MYAKE, And you were down upon your face, TARRO MYAKE.
Oh, I would make you give me best, TARRO MYAKE. A thrill of pride inspired my breast, TARRO MYAKE. Then you were sitting on my chest, Your knee into my gullet pressed, TARRO MYAKE ; Was this the way to treat a guest, TARRO MYAKE?
You’ve got me by the neck, and oh, TARRO MYAKE, There is no rest for me below, TARRO MYAKE. You’re right upon my wind, you know ; I’m suffocating fast, and so, TARRO MYAKE, You’ve beaten me; now let me go, TARRO MYAKE.
O breaking neck that will not break TARRO MYAKE, O yellow face so calm and sleek, TARRO MYAKE, Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak; I seem to have waited here a week, TARRO MYAKE. What wantest thou? What sign dost seek, TARRO MYAKE?
What magic word your victim frees, TARRO MYAKE? What puts the captive at his ease, TARRO MYAKE? ‘Touché,” “Enough,” or “If you please,’ I keep on trying you with these, TARRO MYAKE ; Alas! I have no Japanese, TARRO MYAKE.
I am not feeling very well, TARRO MYAKE. (They should have stopped it when you fell, TARRO MYAKE.) Oh, how is it you cannot tell I am not feeling very well, TARRO MYAKE? What is the Japanese for “H-l” TARRO MYAKE?
The blood is rushing to my head, TARRO MYAKE; Think kindly of me when I’m dead, TARRO MYAKE. What was it that your trainer said – “Pat twice upon the ground instead!” TARRO MYAKE, There . . there . . now help me into bed, TARRO MYAKE.
Somewhere beside the Southern sea, TARRO MYAKE, I walk, I dare not think of thee, TARRO MYAKE. All other necks I leave to thee, My own’s as stiff as stiff can be, TARRO MYAKE; My collar’s one by twenty-three, TARRO MYAKE!