The Southtown Economist Chicago, Ill. Mar. 27, 1940 At 104 Arpad SABADOS Is Indeed An Unusual Man By Claire DANZIGER Arpad SABADOS of 3717 W. 68th. Place, celebrated his 104th. birthday on Monday. He cleans his teeth with whiskey. He shuns all fruits and vegetables in favor of juicy red meats. He walks about two miles a day. He smokes fat cigars. He thinks medicines are superfluous and the few times he has been ill in his long life he has relied instead on leeches to "draw the bad blood out." He chops wood and keeps the grapevines pruned. He likes to drink about five "shots" of bourbon a day. And he says to grow old gracefully and healthy is never to work hard. That in brief, is Arpad SABADOS, the wonder man of Chicago Lawn, who in his own fashion, completely overthrows all popular notions of the elderly person as a benign, quiet, sit by the fire type. Of striking appearance, Mr. SABADOS is staunchly erect, every bit of his six feet, two inches of height carried like a ramrod. A mane of neatly combed white hair tops alert blue eyes which have never worn glasses. "I used to weigh 270 pounds when I was a young man," he says laughingly, "but now I'm down to only 241." Arpad's amazing verve and spirit is a carryover from the days, many long years ago, when he fought in the name of Hungarian independence, all over the world. He was born March 25, 1836, in a tiny village in Hungary called Lucence. His father was a general in the Army, a rank second only to nobility in the old world. Young SABADOS was one of the Kossuth honor soldiers. As the loosely knit, ill-compacted nation sustained repeated shocks after the revolution. SABADOS fought for his country in the Crimean war in Russia and the Italian war in 1859, both of which showed up his country's military weakness. In 1862 he and several other loyal Hungarians formed a delegation to visit the US and ask Abraham Lincoln for help in the liberation of their country. But the US was caught up in the turmoil of a civil war of its own. SABADOS went back to Hungary, but intrigued with the success of democracy across the waters, returned a short time later to make his home in the US, and take to himself a wife. "I was a young man of 41 when I married" he said. He then began a farming career, buying and selling farms throughout the Middle West. He would purchase a rundown farm, rejuvnate it and sell it. It was only about 8 years ago at the age of 96 when his wife died that he gave up all connection with his farm business. He went to live with Mr. and Mrs. Peter MIHALJEVICH in the pleasant little 68th. place home. Indicative of the oldster's stamina is a feat that would make the spirits of a person of any age cringe. About a month ago, the elderly gentleman complained of a toothache. He still has his own original set of teeth. Refusing to go to a dentist, he instead walked into the tool shed, took down the garden pliers, then calmly yanked out the offending front tooth.