I don't know first hand about this story, but it went around the Midwest for a long time, so I'm sure it is in part true. Lou Klein was the booker for the wrestling midgets. In fact, I think he was the founder. As you probably know, there were several groups on the road at all times.
Most years, they would all gather at Christmas at the booking office in Detroit, Michigan, to review the coming season. Well, it seems that some social club nearby wanted a battle royal with as many midgets as available. Lou put it to the group as a good easy payoff and all agreed. He loaded them all in a van and headed out for the shot.
It was a cold, icy evening. On the old two-lane road they were on, up in front of them was a drunk who was driving all over the road and eventually ended up in a ditch in the snow. They stopped the van and could see that the driver was okay. Lou suggested to the group, we could have some fun with this guy.
He told them to put on as much of their gimmick clothes as they could and help him out of the ditch. Well, I guess it was a nightmare to the drunk to see little Indians, cowboys, little black chiefs, arabs, a little gentleman in a beautiful suit and fedora, a little Englishman in a derby, and others, all climbing in and out and over this man's car, and Lou telling him it was all in his mind -- that there was only Lou and him there. They got the car on the road and made him promise to sleep it off.
Lou left his jewelry business card in the drunk's car. One year later, he got a letter from this person thanking him for his help and to say he has had nothing to drink in a year.
