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JEFFERSON CITY POST-TRIBUNE - Friday, February 19, 1937
SPORT SLANTS by PAP'
You expect any youngster bearing the name of Walthour to be a fine bike rider. In the cast of the Jimmy Walthour you are 100 percent right. Jimmy is one of the most promising American riders.
Last fall, teamed with Al Crossley he won the 6-day race in Madison Square Garden. Walthour and Crossley formed the first American team to win in the famous sports arena since 1927.
Jimmy is a cousin of Bobby Walthour, 6-day star half a dozen years back, and the nephew of Bobby's father, known as the "Dixie Flier," one of the greats of 6-day riding a generation ago. Jimmy's dad James, sr., never attained the racing prominence of his brother Bob but he did better than fair in vaudeville.
The senior Jimmy Walthour and Mrs. Walthour had an act that went over big. Dad Walthour would ride a bike on a home trainer and Jimmy's mother would ride a white horse on a treadmill, and they raced each other. Later on, Bobby, sr., and his wife took over the act.
Father Trains Him
Jimmy's father has been his trainer ever since the youngster took up bike racing as an amateur a dozen years ago. Jimmy, sr. is the boy's companion at outdoor races and indoor contests.

After Jimmy won the amateur cycling championship of America in 1927 his father decided he was ready to pedal with the pros, in 1928 he joined the mercenaries. He won his first 6-day race the same year- something no other rider has been able to do. Jimmy has ridden on nine winning teams. Several successes have been with Crossley. The pair won 6-day races in Los Angeles, Pittsburrg and Toronto before taking first in New York.
Jimmy is just coming into his prime. He is 26 years old, weighs 150 pounds, stands 5 feet 61/2 inches. He was born at Eighth Avenue and 47th Street in New York city, a stone's throw from Madison Square Garden.
'A Bicycle Built for Two'
Some of you old-timers recall the famous song line of a generation ago- "On a Bicycle Built for Two.Well that peice was written when Bobby Walthour, sr., at the peak of his popularity, eloped.
Years later, when his son was winning races just like his famous daddy did, a sprint that showed Bobby Walthour out in front was the signal for the band to strike up the number that recalled his father's elopement. The piece still is played whenever bike riders go whirling about a wooden saucer.