Rawer than raw: Hugh Cassidy stiff-leg deadlifts the 790-pounds needed to beat Big Jim Williams at the inaugural world championships. No suit, wraps, or lifting belt used on any of the three lifts. Hugh bench pressed 570-pounds with a 2-second pause on the chest. He buried an 800-pound raw squat and “felt confident of 840” had he been granted another squat attempt. He did not miss a single attempt “not wanting any close misses.”

(Original Hugh Cassidy article first published in Muscular Development magazine, 1972)

My friend Steven sent me a copy of an article written by my iron mentor, Hugh Cassidy, and first published in Muscular Development magazine in 1972. I hadn’t read this article in 50-years and the rereading sparked effervescent memory bubbles…Hugh had won the powerlifting world championships in November of 1971. I was not training with Cassidy during this period as I was living in Portland, Oregon; Olympic weightlifting remained my singular focus. In 1972 the clean and press was dropped as one of weightlifting’s three official lifts. The press was my best lift, as a teenage lifter I had set age-group and weight class national records in the press. I shifted my iron allegiance to powerlifting.

I had met Hugh Cassidy as a teenage Olympic lifter, one that also competed in powerlifting competitions. Hugh was great friends with an iron renaissance man named Glenn Middleton. Glenn figured big in my teen career and would periodically take 17-year-old Marty to training sessions at Cassidy’s home gym in neighboring Prince Georges county. In 1976 I happened to see a note in the Weekender section of the Washington Post announcing that Hugh would be putting on a seminar in College Park.

I attended, he remembered me, and invited me to become one of a select group of powerlifters that trained in the basement of his country home off Highbridge Road in Bowie, Maryland. I spent the next five years training in his dank basement. In 1981 I shifted my training to Mark Chaillet’s brand new gym in Marlow Heights. We (me, three training partners) emigrated from Hugh’s to Mark’s with Hugh’s blessing, “You guys got too strong for the basement.” He told us.

My first published articles were co-authored with Cassidy, this in 1978. He always admonished me to stifle my natural “bombastic” tendencies. He threw Hemmingway in my face a lot, “Use short, terse sentences, practice word economy.” He would repeatedly tell me. Meanwhile I was influenced by Hunter Thompson’s rock and roll Gonzo stylings; I didn’t want to write in a terse, economical style, I wanted to throw literary hand-grenades, write using explosive adjectives, “a tornado towing a circus purposefully set the orphanage on fire...” Cassidy slapped me straight, writing-wise. This article is a good example of his, “just the facts told flat” writing style.

The Article....

I was always interested in strength as a kid, mostly the pushup and chin-up variety. I didn't even see a barbell until I was twenty. In high school I used to do fifty pushups every evening before bedtime. I played soccer in high school as our school was too small for football. 

I went out for football in college in my junior year weighing 155 pounds. After three practices I discovered that being jumped upon wasn't the type of exercise I wanted. A few days later, I went downtown to buy my first set of weights, a 110-pound barbell set. I remember having trouble taking it home on the streetcar as the box of weight plates weighed 85-pounds and the weight bar another 25. It took two trips (to my embarrassment) to get on the car as it was impossible for me to hold the box in one arm and the bar in the other for but a few feet at a time.

Like an idiot, I did all of the exercises pictured in the instruction manual for the first few workouts. Needless to say; this proved rather exhausting, and really nixed the idea of lifting on a regular basis. With hit-or-miss workouts, I ended up one year later with the net gain of one pound, to a bodyweight of 156. 

I decided then to investigate the local YMCA as I heard they had free weight equipment there. From out of the swinging door marked "Weight Room" lumbered the most muscular guy I'd ever seen. After a few sips of water from the fountain, he returned to the "Weight Room" and I followed him to the door. I must confess I was a little afraid to enter with beasts of the size I had just seen possibly lurking on the other side. I made myself go in and found myself in the midst of a well-equipped gym.

I joined immediately and asked numerous questions and made enough of a pest of myself to finally get a gaining routine together. In the following six months I gained to 185 pounds. I entered my first bodybuilding contest and luckily placed third in the Mr. YMCA. The following year I repeated and took 3^rd yet again.

A lot of things were holding me back, mainly my body. I must be one of the top contenders for the world's smallest calves. I was, and am still, occasionally known as Bird-legs or The Great Blue Heron. 

Another year or two and my bodyweight reached 205. I joined the Army and went to Germany. While there I discovered a wonderful machine. It was a giant stainless-steel box with rubber tubes hanging out. One simply had to lift a weighted handle and milk came out! I put on 46-pounds in six weeks with that box, going from 196 to 242. I averaged seven quarts a day and often drank eight.

Needless to say, I burst out of my army greens, which, luckily, we were only required to wear once a week at a flag lowering. As the pants no longer zipped, I held everything together with a broad belt which was fortunately covered by the long army blouse. I had meanwhile joined a nearby German weightlifting club representing Bingen and was training hard.

I never did get the timing and footwork necessary for Olympic lifting, so my training partner Bill Sibole and I powered everything up. A total of 735 was my best via 260-pound clean and press, 200-pound snatch, 275-pound clean & jerk, all done in 1961. 

After my military service, I continued training, putting much emphasis on the bench press, which was fast becoming my favorite lift. I was searching for some way to compete in this lift when I heard about powerlifting. In 1965 I attended the National Powerlifting Championships in York and saw the exciting battle between Gene Roberson and Terry Todd in the heavyweight class. Terry Todd won with his final deadlift: He posted a 675-pound squat, a 475-pound bench press and a 740-pound deadlift for an 1890-pound total.  Gene Roberson was massive: he hit 705-480-700 for 1885.

I met big Bob Weaver (5-8, 340-pounds) and saw several of the other "animals" backstage. I was greatly impressed with the size and power of these men. It was also a memorable evening because on the car ride home I got two flat tires in the space of four miles and had to spend the night on the side of the road outside York. 

Robert "Big Bob" Weaver

The lifting bug had really bit me, hard. I began to train seriously on all three powerlifts. I entered my first meet in April of the following year in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania, weighing 245. I totaled 1410 via 415-bench press (the bench press was the 1^st exercise done in competitions in those early days) a 475-pound squat and a 520-pound deadlift. I won first place.

As I began to progress, I kept training records and meet results, so as to plan my training better and to discover which routines seemed to work best. Much incentive has been given by lifting friends and acquaintances, such as Doug Ramsay and Gene Roberson; two of the biggest, strongest, most muscular guys I ever saw. My training partner, Bill Trueax, has been a big help also. The friends I've found in lifting generally all seem to encourage one another and exchange promising routines and information. That's a big part of lifting to me.

I began to get it all together at the 1969 Junior National Championships in Erie, Pa. I got lucky and won first with a 1,765-pound, three-lift total, this via a 475 bench, a 615 squat and a 675-pound deadlift. The following year I went up in bodyweight to 278. I took third place at the Senior National Championships at New Orleans. I totaled 2,010, via a 540 bench, a 730 squat and a 740-pound deadlift. 

Hugh Cassidy, second from left

In 1970 I finally got a big title with a win at the Senior National Championships in Dallas. The total was 2,060 via 560-745-755, this at a 291-pound bodyweight. The World Championships are now over. I'm still floating on cloud nine, somewhere up there with the pollution. I barely edged Big Jim Williams as we tied on totals of 2160. I was the lighter man, I weighed 296 versus his 34-pound bodyweight. I made lifts of 570-800-790. It could have gone either way, as there are so many variables in a contest. Jimmy upped his world record bench, 660-pounds, that ought to stand for a long time.

I still plan to continue training, although I'll be very happy to shed some of this excess bodyweight. Although I'm impressed with the "big guys," I find it isn't easy to be one of them. It takes a lot of sacrifice.

There is the constant sweating, the rashes that last until cooler winter weather; there is frequent acid indigestion, and ever-present diarrhea from all the milk and eggs and protein powder. You have to walk like a duck - or your inner thighs grind each other into hamburger. There are the spinal erectors that go into spasm whenever you walk up a grade.

And of course, the food bill. And the clothes that no longer fit. Big men's sizes are about as tasteful as some guy wrapped up in an awning. Most of my shirts look like I'm still in pajamas. What with the extra naps and the shortness of breath, I've decided to reduce to the 242's again. I've been miserable these last two years, but also very pleased with the gains in power. My training prior to the World Meet was as follows… 

Monday and again on Friday

I don’t believe assistance work has much value for me, therefore I do none.

Wednesday and again on Saturday

The upright rows and neck work are throwbacks to a primeval bodybuilding past. I have gotten my neck size up to 20 ¾ inches. Your neck is big when you sweat behind the ears. My current diet consists of extra cartons (one pint) of milk between breakfast, lunch, and supper. After supper the wife mixes up two eggs, one Carnation Instant Breakfast, two cups of powdered milk with a half-gallon of milk, this in a large container. I sip this mixture that evening while I read, or watch the tube. It's very hard for me to gain, but after I got my tonsils out this last summer and began drinking this concoction, the bodyweight began to move. The nickname changed from "Bird-legs" to "Hog-body" when I attained a 49-plus waist and 295-pound bodyweight. I plan to go back down in bodyweight. If I'm lucky, someday I'll see my belt buckle once again.

Postscript: Hugh reduced his bodyweight down to 195-pounds and stayed there. He went on to compete in physique competitions.

About the Author - Marty Gallagher
As an athlete Marty Gallagher is a national and world champion in Olympic lifting and powerlifting. He was a world champion team coach in 1991 and coached Black's Gym to five national team titles. He's also coached some of the strongest men on the planet including Kirk Karwoski when he completed his world record 1,003 lb. squat. Today he teaches the US Secret Service and Tier 1 Spec Ops on how to maximize their strength in minimal time. As a writer since 1978 he’s written for Powerlifting USA, Milo, Flex Magazine, Muscle & Fitness, Prime Fitness, Washington Post, Dragon Door and now IRON COMPANY. He’s also the author of multiple books including Purposeful Primitive, Strong Medicine, Ed Coan’s book “Coan, The Man, the Myth, the Method" and numerous others. Read the Marty Gallagher Biography for a more in depth look at his credentials as an athlete, coach and writer.